#but in all honesty keep him out of the wicked movie

[gilmoriends]

The twenty beauties of Gilmoriends.

It's about time we give a spotlight to the lovely souls that make up the Gilmoriends. Each of these twenty beauties brings their own sparkle in unity. creating the atmosphere that feels like home. They’re not just pretty faces; they’re funny, easy to tease (in a friendly way, I swear), and... just genuinely funny, really. Let’s dive in and get to know the incredible members who make Gilmoriends what it is!

Let’s start with the three that bring Gilmoriends to life, which none other than Jacqueline, the free spirit who tells it like it is, she is the kind of girl who’ll tell you if your outfit isn’t working (if you need a dose of honesty, she’s your go-to gal!). She’s got a knack for mockery that somehow always manages to make you laugh, never offend you. Second, is Rosemarie, the wise-advice giver with a wicked sense of humor! You can count on her to drop some serious wisdom when you need it—right after she serves you a perfectly timed sarcastic jokes casually like bombshells. Lastly, we have Phoebe, the ultimate cinephile who always armed with film references, also one who competing neck-and-neck with Rosemarie’s sarcasm (it’s a common scene to catch these two picking a fight).

And… drumroll, everyone… here come the new faces that bring Gilmoriends together! Starting with Teyis, the one who keeps us all complaining about how dark her profile is, but honestly, it suits her the most! She’s basically the human equivalent of a cozy night Next up is Bibie, our resident sweetheart and the only westerner in the crew! She’s the one who’s always down for whatever, whether it’s a movie night or a Spotify session. If there’s an activity going on, you can bet she’s right in the middle of it. Then we have Clayie, our meme royalty! Her fingers quicker than a lightning when it comes to editing the funniest video and photo memes to roast the rest of us (don’t worry, she’s our punching bag too, so it’s all in good fun!) also, you’ll never run out of things to discuss with her. And here’s MJ—nope, not Mary Jane or even Zendaya—but her very own MJ! One of our cinephiles making her the perfect movie buddy (also the post-discussion, too). Odes is here to bring the cuteness overload! She’s the friendliest of the bunch, always radiating good vibes that make everyone feel welcome, but still could keep-up with the humor (what a talent!). Then we’ve got Sassy, who we bonded with over playful fights, also an MJ’s (Michael Jackson, not Gilmoriends’ MJ) enthusiast and will not stop talking about him (we secretly love hearing her yap on about it). Meet Qidney, one who sweet and caring but also has a surprising sense of humor that sneaks up on you with random jokes, dropping punchlines like bombshells. Then we have Ophel, the girl who seems like she could be friends with just about everyone, really. Give off the approachable vibe, making it easy to share some jokey moments with her. Aveline, the night owl, is usually awake when the rest of us are snoozing, but also an amazing listener and a wise advisor when you need one! Let’s not forget Tejef, one of the most talkative, ready to chat about anything (not even exaggerating). You could bring up the most uncommon topic, and she’ll be there, ears wide open, ready to engage in a lively discussion. And then there’s Nyxié, our ghost-reader! To summon her from her reading cave, just mention anything related with soccer, and voilà—she’ll appear to join the conversation! Say hi to Acacia, our fun-loving and easygoing spirit! She brings the good vibes and wherever she goes. Also, she looks like she’s got a top-secret list of the finest men on the planet, and she’s not afraid to let it show! And next is Theela! also a football enthusiast and the life of the party! We need to see more of her hilarious side; 'cause we know she’s got the kind of humor that could has us cackling. Asleey, the one bubble that pops and dips forever! But when she does surface, you can expect her to say the sweetest things that make it all worth the wait. Next is Zè, our morning sunshine who radiates friendly vibes that make you feel like you’ve known her forever— definitely someone you want in your corner! And well, Kaluna is the sweetest and calmest of us all. She gives off major little sister energy that just make you want to treat her extra sweetly! Finally, we’ve got Celie, the sweet girl next door. You might not see her around often, but when you do, you know she’s got that kind, gentle spirit that makes her the perfect addition to Gilmoriends!

[toiletpotato]

the muppets wizard of oz had so much potential. hypothetically if they would let me fix it here is what I would do:

KEEP:

Ashanti as Dorothy

Queen Latifah as Auntie Em

David Alan Grier as Uncle Henry

Miss Piggy as The (Moral Description) Witches of the (Cardinal Directions)

Kermit as the Scarecrow

Fozzie Bear as the Lion

Gonzo as the Tin Man

How close it is to the book once you make some cuts.

CUT:

The entire Quentin Tarantino sequence

Kelly Osbourne from the extended version

Jeffrey Tambor as the Wizard

Most overt pop culture references

The Wizard actually granting their wishes

NEW CAST:

Sheryl Lee Ralph as The Wizard

Okay. In all honesty that came to me last night and I think the idea is worth exploring. Not only does she already have Ozian connections like the three other humans (Ashanti was in The Wiz at City Center. David Alan Grier played The Wiz at La Jolla and he also played the Lion in the NBC Live production, in which Queen Latifah played The Wiz. Sheryl Lee Ralph once played Madame Morrible in Wicked and she has a lovely Broadwaycom vlog series to accompany it). I believe that she has the range to pull off the "wow, I'm the Wizard and super cool" as well as the "hey I'm just a little guy from Kansas" energies that the role demands.

REDUCE:

The side plot of how Dorothy wants to be a famous singer and how the Muppets are running a singing competition. It's still good motivation for Dorothy to want to get out of Kansas, and provides a modern perspective, but, her ending with that is not really in line with the story. So I think still having the Muppets exist in Kansas in some capacity would work, but not to the current extent.

Pepe's role as Toto. I don't want to entirely recast Pepe as Toto, but it’s very hard to make Toto a speaking role and make Pepe a nonspeaking role. I'm sure we can find a place for him. Dorothy having a pet prawn is also funny, so I am inclined to keep that aspect in some capacity.

GOAL:

I want this new movie to be whimsical and joyful, which the original was so close to achieving.

If they lean into the whimsy and truly creating and believing in Oz, then it'll be wonderful

[thejacksmit]

First Take: The Fall Guy - stuntmen get more love than the people who actually put the films on

SYNOPSIS: A down-and-out stuntman must find the missing star of his ex-girlfriend's blockbuster film.

When you have a film which involves a LOT of stunts naturally you have to look to the work of David Leitch- a former stuntman turned director who brought us the insane violence in John Wick, the self referential madness of Deadpool 2, and most recently making Bullet Train entirely during lockdown. So naturally, a film inspired by the TV series of the same name (not a direct reboot as a lot of people think) required a director like him - and while it is a fun film, it's not without a few major flaws.

Leitch does an OK job pacing this film, coming in at 2 hours 5 minutes it gets the job done, but again, like a lot of these major films coming in at the minute, a few cuts here and there wouldn't have been a bad idea. Sadly, Drew Pearce's script just doesn't know what it wants to be, which is a a shame considering how good his other scripts have been - one minute the romance is crucial, the next minute there's a big action setpiece... it feels like a project which has been in development hell for over a decade. It's shot really well by Jonathan Sela (Leitch's DOP of choice) in the way you'd expect with these two collaborating, and the Dominic Lewis score is pretty genius with its integration of a Kiss track which opens the film in style. And then, of course, the stunts themselves. Most of them practical (especially the car roll which has taken the world record from Casino Royale), some using some fairly obvious CG - and stay back during the credits folks, just to see HOW it was all done.

Onto the cast then, and it is fairly obvious that Emily Blunt and Ryan Gosling - the box office saviours of 2023 (with their involvement in Oppenheimer and Barbie) felt like the ideal choice to carry a silly, very comedic movie like this, and with Hannah Waddingham, Winston Duke, Stephanie Hsu, Aaron Taylor-Johnson and Teresa Palmer rounding out a cast who do a really good job with the material given to them, plus without spoiling too much, there are some lovely cameos too for good measure. Tech issues aside, and with a LOT from the trailers not actually making it into the final cut, it's a film which has highlights littered with lowlights - let's just hope that Universal see sense to keep it a one and done entry in the franchise.

THE VERDICT

The Fall Guy is a fun enough film for what it needs to be, one which doesn't take itself seriously - I doubt it'll make much traction in its aim to get the under-the-line talent recognised at a certain award show, and opening now ahead of the big summer window has hurt its chances box office wise. It's a proper Saturday night family outing, not a big blockbuster. It will find its crowd, but it's gonna lose a lot of screens next week in all honesty.

RATING: 3/5

[waitingformyfavoritesongs]

26 Jan u ary 2023 Thursday 4:26 am pdt

Incubus put something into a hole in my spine that I was not aware was there. 4:29 am pdt my life is over. 4:30 am pdt

7:26 am pdt didn’t Simon Cowell recently have back surgery? He’s brave 2 go through with something like that. It was sometime after I found an article about him saying that the voice copied? Or stole something they were going to use that he fell down the stairs. I blame incubus 4 that. 7:28 am pdt

7:24 am pdt incubus continues to torture my rib area as usual when I think I don’t have a husband and similar thoughts along those lines.

7:44 am pdt this feels to me as if it were translated n2 words from symbolism of Adam and Eve rib, is designed 2 mislead until it is too late and becomes clear it is sarcasm and that it’s all a big Joke. I’m a fool . They made me n2 one. Why I never reported “ Brendan”? 4 starters ... 4 some reason I was more focused on trying 2 explore possible romantic feelings 4 him 4 years without thinking that he was a bad guy. Even though it was apparent he lied about his age I didn’t know what his age was until years later. But when I learned his age I think I was 18 already?? My memory is fuzzy on this part. Lower Back? pain 😖😭 7:51 am pdt 7:53 am pdt I was chatting with a guy in Michigan at the same time as Brendan in Long Island New York Bcz they both instant messaged me at the same time on aol. The guy in Michigan seemed more honest about himself that he emailed me a pay stub with his social blocked out with permanent marker I think and a drivers license with the drivers license number blocked out and my mom took both of the printouts to the police bcz she was nervous. 7:57 am pdt “Brendan” in his Friendster profile said he was year of the monkey and he liked drums and anime and clockwork orange the movie? I think. I think he also told me that movie on the phone but my memory is blurry. 7:58 am pdt in the phone he said he liked “kitchen Spanish.” When we chatted online he said he was friends with gym class heroes (2001). His picture in Friendster ... he was EXTREMELY ATTRACTIVE! A stunner. 8:01 am pdt he never sent me a picture so this probably shocked me at the time, again memory blurry. He was a sweet talker online and on the phone. Unfortunately he was 5 years older than me. I don’t know if it was him that I was talking to online and on the phone. I don’t know if he had a roommate or close relative that he would have let have access to his account. Why would he keep the same email address? Why would he link someone else’s art website and give the impression that it was his when it was not? Why would he use his first name but pretend he had the face of Russell Crowe which he told me on the phone? 8:07 am pdt is he a gas lighter and guilty of bigger things??? 8:08 am pdt 8:10 am pdt the first night he instant messaged me it was a little more than a month b4 my 16th birthday and he said he was 17 years old at the time- “Brendan.” 8:12 am pdt

9:29 am pdt there was an article I read a very long time ago about parents? If children they gave up 4 adoptions. Something about feelings. I probably need to double check this. It was probably something that presented itself infront of me like a lot of articles do these days. Otherwise I’m not sure how I found out about it. It is strange to me. 9:33 am pdt

27 Jan u ary 2023 Friday 6:39 am pdt heart pain probably from being burned a lot. 😖😭🥵😤🥵😤

got hooked 🪝 on thinking incubus is attractive again and then he applied acid 2 my vag again. B4 that I think I watched fifth harmony work from home 🏠. When I try 2 pull away some times he puts his wicked Merlin 🧙‍♂️ “love” potions 🧪 in me & I go back 2 wanting him. It seems at this point it would b best 2 pretend? Not care about being honest bcz honesty is not rewarding. 6:44 am pdt now I question if I was being honest about not wanting him. There are times now that I don’t find him attractive let’s just put it that way. 6:46 am pdt bcz when I think I am turned off by something he somehow flips the switch so I’m no longer turned off by what he did. 6:47 am pdt 😑🧐🤨 6:48 am pdt

7:03 am pdt toilet 🚽. 7:04 am pdt so tired 😓 😴 gurgled. I sound like an old man 👴 now when I complain of pain. 7:06 am pdt what turned me off tongue 👅 sharp cutting pain 😖😭 😖😭😤🥵😤🥵 the part about him sending naked selfie 🤳 to mvrykv_ on Instagram. And thinking they probably acted out the sexting in person in Paris, France 🇫🇷 last year. After I felt and thought 💭 that it turned me off so much that I can no longer want what incubus wanted me to believe is true b4 all the women came out to expose him... & then the feelings flipped. I strangely started getting turned on at the thought 💭 of them doing it. He cursed me. & tricked me. He’s doing a strange dance 💃 of deception. 7:13 am pdt 😖😭😤🥵😤🥵 7:14 am pdt he burned my heart ♥️ after I typed that and it hurt! 😖😭😤🥵😤🥵

this is how he controls the economy, everything! 7:15 am pdt

I still can’t add images. He really intends 2 sacrifice me. As a martyr. Designated b4 conception. I have a Pegasus? Purple slightly transparent my little pony. I think I was 6 years old still but moved already to San Jose from king 🤴 city 🌃. I took a bath 🛁 with it. I also played with it in the sink. One of those times the stick on paper eyes 👀 washed out. My dad re-painted the eyes 👀 with lavender irises. Originally it had pale blue irises. 7:22 am pdt eyes 👀 being removed are a symbol of Saint Lucia. 7:23 am pdt

11:16 am pdt they’ve been yanking/yo-yo-ing my feelings back and forth 4 a long time, at least 5 years for the incubus. Now they’re burning 🔥 my hips and butt. I suspect I won’t be able to walk after they do this a lot. I had difficulty walking 🚶🏿‍♀️, on and off, since 2020. He made my body absurd shape, after cutting and trimming away at bone 🦴 and muscle since 2017, he made it extra and apparently absurd since 2021 and 2022. I keep on guessing when and how it will all end. In mid 2022, around May I again accept that nothing romantically will happen between me and incubus. And then when I read about Jaycee dugard on Wikipedia, he springs it on me that I have a memory problem and that he’s my husband and I don’t remember. Weird. And he convinced me but I was still in disbelief of my good fortune? But I’m still being destroyed by him and I really don’t remember anything about being married to him. Now I am back to being in disbelief. But my brain 🧠 keeps on wanting 2 going back to believing on its own bcz it’s more comforting 2 believe even if it’s not true. 11:28 am pdt but the comfort is short lived Bcz they go back to torturing me and my memory comes back that the torture was so severe in 2017 that I felt I was dying in agony and misery with every time and way they touched me. 11:30 am pdt R.I.P. the torture I felt gives R.I.P. truth - revelation. We are maybe most of us are Jesus when we hit 32 or 33 years old. We only get true peace ☮️ when we are dead ☠️. 11:33 am pdt because incubus likes suffering. 11:32 am pdt

12 pm pdt there’s a very awful joke I heard 👂 when I was a kid that’s been on my mind a lot since 2017: what do you call a man without legs 🦵 and arms? Answer: Bob. Something I think having to do with buoys ?? Bobbing up 🆙 and down with the waves 🌊 of the ocean 🌊?? 😖😭😤🥵😤🥵😞 heart ♥️ pain 12:03 pm pdt

12:04 pm pdt I don’t recall telling Scott “I like you.” I remember feeling guilty that I could not say it when he asked me. It didn’t seem to matter in the end though. He knew he was tempted but chose 2 see me again anyway. B4 we had”s*x” or what some might call rape, I don’t recall him saying that he liked me either. In retrospect, I felt so much guilty and I felt so sick in the head and the heart ♥️ from being with him that I think 🤔 I might have almost not notice that he took none of the blame later on. And he seemed fresh and clean 🧼 and happy, while I felt kinda shitty and guilty. He’s allowed to get carried away with sexual feelings and accept no responsibility 4 his actions but I have 2 own it all???? Demon lord gave me problems with addiction to s*x and tv 📺 and video games and the internet and some foods and eczema and problems with concentration and comprehension and head/brain trauma and relationships and there’s probably more. When he asked me if he could kiss me he did not even let me verbally respond. And if love and doing things right was so important to him he should have held off on asking for a kiss and instead ask, the very first thing: do you like me???????

that! Should! Have! Been! FIRST! But it wasn’t the first thing he asked. The kiss 💋 was more important 2 him. And with my problems with being honest about my feelings and speaking up 🆙 for my self bcz I was very shy 🙈 all my life I hid behind my rain 🌧 jacket 🧥 in kindergarten after I hung it up 🆙 in the wall all day most days until I was transferred out sometime after Halloween 👻 so I guess that was more than a month?? Hmmm 🤔.... and I had difficulty telling people “no!” And addiction to s*x which made it difficult to put my foot 🦶 down with the previous 2 guys b4 him but I did put it down and then he challenged it 2xs in a row that one day. And I challenged it already with a serious question one day b4 that time I believe it was b4 that day and he acted like it didn’t happen at all afterwards. 12:23 pm pdt

with my first real boyfriend, shamefully we did start out friends with benefits per my suggestion, and I don’t think I told him straight that my feelings were changing, and that’s why I suggested friends with benefits as a trial, he did express feelings of wishing I were his girlfriend prior to us doing anything couple-y/physically (12:37 pm pdt intimate) intimidate. I had indirectly warned him it might not work out by asking from the beginning if it doesn’t work out if we can still be friends afterwards. I was kinda crazy? so I actually scared him away permanently unfortunately 😓. I kept trying to talk to him after the breakup and he told me honestly that he would never love me. I appreciate that more than ever now. I even confessed to a mutual friend that I didn’t believe that it would work out since the beginning. I think 🤔 I never had confidence that anything would work out romantically for me since I was very young. Maybe bcz my mom said and did things that communicated I was unlike able? I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♀️ if this is considered a self fulfilling prophecy, or I in my real realest uncontrolled by demon lord personality is problematic, or if it really is a curse put on me by the demon lord communicated to me by very few words and symbols/signs. (Saint Lucia curse) 12:33 pm pdt 12:34 pm pdt

2:17 pm pdt I would not want 2 go near the incubus lair? Home 🏠 that would = giving him easy access. That would be sending mixed signals that you want 2 b taken advantage of by incubus. 2:19 pm pdt

2:38 pm pdt I feel like and think that a lot of the media he had me see and hear 👂 was made 2 mislead me and many others, that he might be a good person. But I m having significant doubts now. 2:40 pmpdt

2:45 pm pdt “Brendan” had a great sexy voice and a New York accent. I think I remember when I used the word “hella” he said “Cali lingo.” He also said he had a cousin who lived in San Diego, and an uncle I think who resided in New Jersey?? Maybe 🤔 and he said they were going to have a “wake” for him. And he said his younger brother died in a car 🚗 accident. In 2007 I found his Facebook. He had curly Afro-ish? Big curly fluffy hair. And he’s dating an identical twin named Jackie. I accidentally sent him a Facebook invitation and soon after that I couldn’t see his Facebook account anymore. Huh 🤔 WEIRD! 2:52 pm pdt why did he do that???? Did he remember my first name and the way I described myself in 2001 and freak out???? Or is there something else going on? 2:54 pm pdt was he protecting himself? And or a “friend”? 2:54 pm pdt

3pm pdt after I updated 🆙 this I felt pain in my left heel... it scares me 😱 it feels as if some part of me is being dissolved it bubbles and or fizzes, I am not sure what it is doing. 3:02 pm pdt

3:03 pm pdt also been having tummy aches and earlier today felt as if the possibly the wall of my stomach is being eaten with acid. It’s been happening a lot recently 😖😭 3:05 pm pdt

3:06 pm pdt 3:07 pm pdt I’ve been trying to reconcile ideas 💡 in my head about right and wrong that I think I’ve heard 👂? Or interpreted from like the news 📰.. some men who murdered mothers there was one case recently... I did not commit the name to memory.... there are so many conflicting feelings and views. I guess it maybe has to do with the Bible and news 🗞 of Iran 🇮🇷... 3:11 pm pdt

anyway 3:11 pm pdt... oh. How did I find out his last name? I don’t remember if he used it on Facebook. He might have used Behan. Irish ☘️ playwright who might have been gay. On MySpace he used behan. It might have been on spokeo. Around 2010? There was some free information back then through reverse 🔄 email 📧 lookup option. I did not have to pay 💰 4 anything to get the last name. But if I wanted more information I would have to pay 💰. There a few other things too that were free I remember astrological signs 🪧. But I am having difficulty remembering which astrological signs 🪧 and an approximate address that it said was in vicinity and it was not the actual address. I was weird and I don’t think 🤔 I yet realized that he might be guilty of something bad? Bcz I hesitated on paying 💰 to get more information. I had saw the movie 🎥 serendipity and I wanted a serendipitous moment! Bcz I was going to go to New York for the first time in 2010, and I wanted to probably test fate? Destiny? So without planning to go to any place to intentionally see him, I went around hoping to randomly run 🏃🏻‍♀️ in to him. I also took a spontaneous trip to Boston. It was a time when I was trying to overcome fears! I went to Boston to see one of the younger guys (3 years younger than me) bcz I had difficulty telling him the situation and asking what he was expecting. He had started going to berklee school of music 🎶 , he was a drummer and saxophone 🎷 player. He said he was going to come and stay up all night hanging out in New York. And As I was talking to him ? Or after? My sister tells me straight without me asking, she says he cannot stay here. Feeling awkward about telling him that, I felt I don’t remember maybe 🤔 it was mean? I had some weird feelings I guess? Conditioning from mom and dad. Dad said American 🇺🇸 woman 👩🏻 can be mean, guys wanna flirt a little, and that he’s lonely, stuff like that, and mom made me feel like I was not allowed 🚫 to be angry, and difficult for me sometimes to know or be certain if I’m in the right? Bcz she seemed to easily get annoyed with me?? There were times I felt like I verbally had to “walk on eggshells”. So I tell him I will come to him to Boston. Some reason he was ok 👌 with that. I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♀️ why. And he transferred his bus 🚌 ticket 🎫 to me. Maybe 🤔 he really was expecting for me to offer my sister’s shared apartment for him to stay???? 3:37 pm pdt when we are in China town at a diner me and my sister have a serious discussion about relationships and dating. I brought up 🆙 that I wanted to find a guy who would wait to have s*x (until marriage). And she said in reply that that’s hard to find. 3:40 pm pdt. I told her I thought 💭 I fell in love with josh. And I said he was so fun (or that I had fun when I was with him 3:50 pm pdt) But for some reason I think 🤔 b4 I went to New York, I somehow scared him away but I didn’t tell her that part. 3:42 pm pdt. China town has the streets canal & Bowery. 🎶🎼🎵 I took the 4 hour trip to Boston. 4 hours is long but somehow it doesn’t feel that long? I also took the bus back in the evening bcz I was trying 2b good & not stay the night at his place which he was probably half joking but not, that he thought 💭 I was a naughty? Girl and should stay the night??? Something like that but he didn’t kiss me, we never kissed, I don’t think 🤔 we ever held hands 🙌 either, but there was a time that I felt I had a really nice time with him and I did start to feel something, but I didn’t feel ready? I think it was??? 3:49 pm pdt. 3:51 pm pdt when I walked around New York with my sister I looked 👀 at many people. Usually I’m very shy 🙈 and I think for some time in my life after I got punched in the head I had looked 👀 down a lot. I was motivated to see if I would run 🏃🏻‍♀️ into him to have a serendipitous movie 🎥 like moment! 3:54 pm pdt

4:07 pm pdt on the news, on tv 📺, I don’t remember when, there was something about vitamin D helps cure autism? I think 🤔 I got a lot of sun exposure on some days in New York and I remember my eczema miraculously healed. I remember when I first arrived it was raining 🌧? I remember some days were sunny 🌞 and we took the bus 🚌 and walked around a lot. 4:11 pm pdt ever since I went to New York I thought 💭 about moving there. But fear got in the way. 4:13 pm pdt.

6:11 pm pdt I tried wearing multiple necklaces at the same time last year and I went to sleep 😴 with them on and awake to find it tangled and sorta choking me. 6:12 pm pdt 6:13 pm pdt

[whaleiumsharkspeare]

James Corden as Elphaba

No.

James Corden as every single character

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

Good Girl, Bad Boy (Pt. 08 of 15)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 1.5 K

Summary: You're the extreme opposite of Billy Hargrove. The good girl, with perfect grades, the child every mother wants to have. And you don't want to have nothing to do with his kind. Ignoring Billy – and his constant, lingering stare – became an habit. But after you're put together for a special school program, you'll have no choice but to get along with him. And soon enough you'll find out that Billy is so much more than just Hawkins' bad boy.

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Silently, you let Billy pull you inside. You can't help but give a quick look around as he closes the door. “Are you busy?” You ask, gesturing at the TV.

“I was going to work out but...” He walks over there and turns it off. “I–” Someone knocks, cutting him off. “Who's this?”

“Delivery for Susan Hargrove.” A male voice says, and Billy rolls his eyes.

“Give me a sec.” He mutters before heading to the door.

Nodding, you pace around the living room. There's a bench press in the middle of it, and the bellbar seems very heavy. Walking further inside, you give a glance at the door. Billy seems to be arguing with the guy, so you decide to explore, walking through a small hall. On the first door, you hear some music, so it's probably Max's room. You go for the next door, slowly opening it.

It doesn't take much time until you notice it's Billy's room. He doesn't seem like he's done arguing, so you walk in. The bed is messed up, and there are movie posters on the wall. Walking around, you notice a couple of pictures on the inside of his wardrobe door, which was left open. In one of them, a blonde woman is looking away, a hand keeping her hair away from her face. In the other, the same woman with a kid next to her, both smiling. It's Billy's mother, that's clear.

“Sneaky,” Billy says, startling you a little.

Stepping away from the wardrobe, you clear your throat. “Sorry, Mmm... She's beautiful.” You mutter, gesturing at the pictures. “And you seemed very happy.”

“I was.”

“Yeah...” Taking a deep breath, you cross your arms. “B, I...”

“I'm sorry, (Y/N).”

Shrugging your shoulders, you walk over to the bed, sitting on the edge, eyes locked on your hands. “Why did you... Why did you disappear like that?” You didn't plan on getting all sentimental, but it's just flowing out. “We were fine... Normal and then... You just left.”

“Stacy pushed you because of me. People are... People are starting to notice we're around each other a lot and they'll start calling you a slut. And... I already screwed up my life, I can't screw up yours.” Billy sits next to you, so you pull a leg up, folding it under you and turning your body towards him.

“First of all, I need to know if what you said at the mall still stands. Or else I'll sound like an idiot.” Keeping your voice low, you try not to sound too nervous.

“Every single word. That's why I decided to step away.”

Nodding, mostly to yourself, you sigh. “I... I was trying, you know? Trying to see if we would work out somehow.” You didn't want to admit it, but here you are. And if you don't speak your heart now, you never will. “We're extreme opposites but I do enjoy spending time with you. And the friendship we're creating is good so when you left, when you disappeared, skipped school... It upset me.” Looking down, you see his hand on the mattress. Shyly, and very slowly, you take it, your fingers caressing his. “If you're tired of me, of... Waiting to see how things play out, it's alright. But please, go back to school. Keep studying because I'll help you no matter what. Just... Just don't do this.”

Billy takes a deep breath before taking your hand in his and moving closer. “I disappeared because you're the only person whose life I can't ruin. I can't be the reason why you get hurt, or called mean names, or–”

“I don't care about what people think or say, Billy. I only care about what's real. What's happening here and...” Shrugging your shoulders, you pull his hand up with yours, just to make your point clear. “It's freaking good so far. At least to me.”

“A girl like you should stay away from guys like me.”

“I know.” Nodding, you bite your lip. “My mother and I spoke about it. About you. So did Nancy, and Steve... They warned me not to fall for your games.”

“There are no games, not with you.” The honesty hits you a different way, and you can't help but smile.

You're aware of what people say, and you know the things Billy did. But you can see the difference now. Billy never tried anything. No flirting, no cheesy pick-up lines, not calling you to a ‘more quiet place’. Nothing. He's being... A completely different person. He treats you nicely, a freaking gentleman, something you never expected of him. Mostly not after the way he approached you last year, all charming and wicked smiles. This is different. This is real.

“Billy... I called before coming and your sister answered the phone.” You start, wondering if you should really ask what you're about to ask. But still, you need to. You need to know if you can allow certain feelings to emerge. “She said something about a keychain and... She said that... That she thinks you're in love with me.” The last part is barely a whisper, and you wonder if he even heard you.

Billy doesn't answer, he just stands up, walking away.

“B, I'm–”

“It fell from your bag last year.” He says, and you turn around on the bed, finding him next to the nightstand, a metal daisy flower in his hand. “I was going to give it back but it was broken so... I don't know. I wanted to just throw it away but I ended up keeping it.”

“Why, B?”

“Because it reminded me of you.” Stretching out his arm, he passes it over to you. You remember it now, taking the cold metal in your hands. “I thought it was everything I would ever have. A broken keychain and those moments that I got to look at you from afar.”

After a while, you give it back to him. It takes a few seconds before he takes it, sighing. “I always noticed you staring. I just never knew why.”

“I may be.”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you tilt your head to the side a little. “I don't get it.”

“I may be in love with you.” His voice is heavy, and you can see in his eyes that he feels vulnerable. Billy Hargrove admitting he's in love with a girl? This might be hard for him.

“I like you, B. So... Don't decide things for me.” Getting up from the bed, you walk over where he stands. “I don't care about mean names, or stupid girls pushing me. I can deal with that. And you can't ruin my life, I'm the only one who can do that.” Taking his hand, you look up into his eyes. “And I don't think you ruined yours. You can still fix things. You are fixing things.”

“With your help.”

“With my help.” You agree with a smile. “So what do you say? Can we please go back to normal, you and I?”

Billy's lips break into a smile, and he nods. “Is that what you want? To be seen with the bad boy? You, princess of Hawkins.”

“That's Nancy's nickname.” Stepping backward, you smirk at him.

“Oh, yeah. Yours is ‘pretty girl’.” He quickly ends the distance between you two, towering over you.

“Stacy wouldn't agree.”

“Stacy is jealous.” Billy lightly touches your cheek, so softly you barely feel his fingers, like a ghost. “I'll say it a million times over, you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen.”

“Am I?” You shyly ask, eyes focused on his. Billy was never this close, and it makes your stomach burn.

“You are.” Suddenly, he steps away, walking around you, straight to the door. “Your tits are fine by the way.” He says from the hall, when he's already out.

Your whole face burns, and you storm after him. “First of all, don't use that word.” You yell, walking fast to the living room. Billy is by the bench press, ready to lift the bellbar. “Second, drop that. We're going to study until you pass out.”

“What?”

“I'm not asking.” Raising an eyebrow, you put both hands on your hips. “C'mon, Hargrove.”

It takes a while until he drops the bar, eyes rolling before he follows you.

The drive to your place is on separate cars. You'd stay at his house, but you were quick to get that his father is a problem, so it's just easier to do it at your place.

When you get there, you make a show opening the front door, gesturing for him to get inside.

“Mom, I got Billy back!” You shout.

“Good to know you're better from that cold, Billy.” She says from upstairs.

“A cold?”

“Yeah. It was that or tell Mrs. Martinez you were skipping class.” Shrugging your shoulders, you go to the dining room, settling down in your usual place. “So we're ok now? Friends again?”

“Friends again.” He agrees, searching for your hand under the table and grabbing it, thumb caressing the back of your hand. “As long as you want me around.”

Smiling, you nod. “As long as I want you around.” You snap back with a sassy tone. “Now, immunology.”

“Immunology it is.”

×

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[niksixx]

Plus One

FINALLY!!! After a few months’ hiatus, I am proud to announce the ending of Plus One. It has been a pleasure writing this for you. Please enjoy part 7, and don’t forget to leave feedback. 

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Pia’s POV

I take one look at Josh and Jackie, and I can feel the love on every level. It’s the kind of love that can make you shake with envy and question whether everyone can find it.

And when they kiss for the first time as husband and wife, the church erupts into applause from the guests, hoots and hollers from the wedding party. There’s a few tears sliding down the apples of my cheeks and before I can flick them away with my finger, I feel the gentle touch and warmth from Nikki’s finger brushing away the salty tears. He gives me a small smile before turning his attention back to the bride and groom.

He hasn’t spoken much to me today despite being my plus one to my own cousin’s wedding. I question whether he’s just in a mood, knowing I haven't done anything to cause this distance between us. It’s Josh and Jackie’s day after all. I don’t want to be preoccupied with my own drama, if that’s even what you could call it.

The reception hall gleams with silver, white, and gold for their Christmas wedding, and it looks like something out of a Hallmark movie. Cocktail hour, luckily, isn’t as awkward as I’d imagined it would be. I took the time to introduce Nikki to my distant relatives and close family, and he managed to charm each person he met. Whether his hand was entwined with mine or lightly resting on the small of my back, he sold our relationship, especially to Aunt Rita, who made Nikki promise her a dance.

We made small conversation at dinner, not as much as I would have liked. There was definitely something going on with Nikki, and I vowed to get to the bottom of it before the night ended. Even with his hand resting on my inner thigh under the table, I wasn’t satisfied.

After dancing with Aunt Rita, Nikki had found me and guided me to the dance floor. With his hands linked around my waist, my own entwined around his neck, we slowly swayed to the song. I should have kept my mouth shut and enjoyed the feeling of being safely tucked in Nikki’s arms, but the words came out before they’d registered in my brain.

“Are we okay?”

I wasn’t surprised by the confusion on his face. It was clear he didn’t want me to know something was wrong, so the confusion was quickly replaced by a look of neutrality. “Is there a reason we shouldn’t be?”

For some reason, I can’t look him in the eye. “Something is off with you, Nikki. You’ve barely spoken to me today. Actually, forget today. The past few months have been more awkward between us than anything I can remember, starting after Janielle’s party. So, I’m asking you, are we okay?”

“Pia--.”

“Did I do something wrong?”

“Pia,” Nikki says firmly, fingers digging into my back to grab my attention. His eyes bore into mine, and for only a split second my breath is caught in my throat. “Not now. Please.”

My jaw ticks angrily, and with as much subtlety as I can master, I break away from Nikki’s hold and excuse myself from the reception. Frustrated tears cloud my vision as I quickly race outside the reception venue into the dark night.

“Pia.” Heavy footsteps chase after me.

I bite my tongue and keep walking, not willing myself to answer him.

“Pia!”

“Fuck you!”

It stuns us both. Nikki retracts, mouth pressed together in a hard, thin line. My chest heaves with every strangled breath, and I will myself not to let the tears fall. There’s no chance I’ll let Nikki see me weak.

“What is your problem?” Nikki suddenly asks defensively.

“My problem?” I spit, crossing my arms. I look like a child, feel like a child, but hell if I’m not the angriest I’ve been in a long time. “My problem is that I don’t know what your problem is. For months, you’ve barely said a word to me. And then I confront you about it, and you have the nerve to try and shut me up?”

His jaw ticks, mirroring my anger. “I have a lot to say, but I don’t know where to start and I don’t want to do this here.” He grabs my hand and pulls me with him. I want to protest, but I’m finally getting some type of answer from him, so it’s best I keep my mouth shut.

The walk feels like forever, but when I finally glance up from my shoes, my brows furrow. We’re right smack in the middle of the garden behind the reception hall. It’s brightly lit and quiet with the exception of the soft drops from the fountain. It’s an oddly romantic setting for a somewhat hostile situation.

And he hasn’t let go of my hand yet. In fact, his grasp seems to have gotten tighter. Not that I mind. It’s the first genuine gesture he’s shown in weeks.

“Nikki, what are we doing here? I want to go inside.”

“Not yet,” he says softly, eyes dodging my gaze. “Just...not yet. I have so much going on inside my head right now, and there’s no starting point. Just scrambled thoughts that don’t make any damn sense to me.”

I sigh, pursing my lips together. “Then start with the most important thought.”

No hesitation, just honesty. “I’m in love with you.”

My spine straightens. Blood rushes to my cheeks, my ears, all the while my brain fails to process the words. “I--You...what?”

He laughs a little, dropping his hand from mine. It’s not followed by anything else, just silence. He stares at me instead, hoping I’ll say something, or do something, but the only thing I can do is channel all my pent up feelings into strength, and before either one of us realizes it, Nikki flies backward into the fountain.

I’m dazed myself, looking from one outstretched arm to the other as Nikki resurfaces from the icy water. He stands, teetering a bit, before flicking his hair from his eyes. “Part of me thinks I deserve that.” There’s a wicked gleam in his eyes. “And the other part thinks you’re entirely too dry.”

The cold water sloshes over me as I’m pulled into the fountain. I flail my arms wildly when I’m met with the cool December air, and I manage to push myself to a stand. Fists balled, I use my knuckles to wipe my eyes, no doubt resembling a drenched raccoon. “I could kill you!”

“You started it!” Nikki retorts, throwing his arms in the air. It’s the truth, so I say nothing back. All I can do is stare, and when I stare long enough, a smile breaks through. And a laugh falls from Nikki’s grin, and soon we’re laughing at each other, laughing at this fucked up situation we’ve found ourselves in.

And when the energy between us settles into calmness, I speak. “I remember the moment when I first knew I was in love with you.” Nikki’s eyes narrow, daring me to go on. “Junior year. When I first started making my own lipstick. You sat with me for hours and let me try them on you.”

The corners of his lips tilt slightly at the memory. “The purple one stained my mouth for days.”

I cringe. “Yeah, not my best formula. Sorry about that.”

Nikki laughs, and then it’s silent all over again. I tug my lip between my teeth anxiously. I wait and wait and wait for him to say something. Minutes later when I turn to step out of the fountain, I hear a strangled voice. “We should have been together from the start.”

“You never gave me a chance, Nikki.” I say, hurt. “And to this day, I don’t understand why. What did Charlotte, Viv, and Amanda have that I didn’t? What is so wrong with me that I wasn’t worthy of your love?”

He closes the space between us, chest just inches from mine as his hands cup my cheeks. “There has never been a damn thing wrong with you. I never thought I was worthy of you, so I settled for less. We come from two different worlds P, and I’ve always known you deserve everything good in this life, but I don’t know if I am capable of being the man that gives it to you.”

I reach out to hold his cheeks instinctively. He relaxes under my touch, but he can’t look at me. “It doesn’t hurt to try, right?”

“I wouldn’t know where to start,” he answers defeatedly.

“Well, you’ve been doing a damn good job over the last few months with the exception of ignoring me for the last few weeks,” I chuckle, hoping to lighten the mood. I bite my lip nervously. “I know the fake dating was fake to you. But...it was real for me.”

“It was fake at first,” Nikki says truthfully, hands coming up to his face to cover mine. “And then when I started falling, shit I fell hard. And the only way I knew how to deal with it, was run, hide, and try to ignore what I felt. But I can’t do that anymore. I am in love with you, Pia Jane. I am so in love with every piece of you. And maybe if you’re up for it,” he nudges my nose with his, “We can try again. For real this time.”

We’re still in the fountain, standing in chilly knee deep water in the cold December air, but I can’t feel a thing except the warmth that comes from my heart that is so full of love.  

[cabinofimagines]

Lityerses’ ABCs

Sometimes people add ‘I can never find content for x’ and sometimes people send in someone who you’ve never heard of. I did not know who this was before today, I did read the books I just did not remember him. No one did? It was kinda funny. However, this is my best shot. 

For who needs it, he is Midas’ son and has a ‘redemption’ arc of some sorts in the Dark Prophecy. 

Pairing: Lityerses x reader Request:  Can you do lityerses with the abc's? tyy!! Warnings: None Word count: 1.7K

- Asnyox

Activities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Talk about whatever, learn new stuff. Lityerses does not know a lot about the new world, although he is catching up. He particularly likes watching movies with you, just huddled up and alone. 

Beauty - What do they admire in their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

He likes your  hands, holding them. It grounds him and reassures him that you are there and he doesn’t need to go anywhere else. Given that his dad’s golden touch was never loving, he enjoys initiating holding your hands to feel warmth and love.  

Comfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Lit would panic alongside you. He never had anyone needing his comfort and he doesn’t know how to act now? You look like you need help but he can’t help, and he can’t fight something he can’t see. He will do all the wrong things and when you afterwards explain what happened, he will save that information. 

Dreams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

He doesn’t know what to picture. He will dream of being by your side, and you being by his but he wouldn’t know what else. The future is new to him, and he needs a guide before he can plan his route. 

Equal - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Passive relationshipwise. Lit doesn’t know how to act romantically and won’t act too much on his own. But if you even try to tell him he is not dominant, he will fight you on the matter, although not fully understanding what it meant. 

Fight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

No, he would not be easy to forgive you. He has been betrayed and used before, and he was raised fighting. Lit does not do forgiveness, and he gets angry fast. He will run away and punch a wall, not knowing how to deal with all this. Let him cool off, and try later to explain yourself. Lityerses needs healing.

Gratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

He often scoffs at you when you help him, he doesn’t need help. He can do everything himself and doesn’t want help from anyone. He is very aware though, but that’s because he is aware of his surroundings and is used to keeping tabs on everything. He might thank you softly, while wishing you goodnight. 

Honesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Sharing is not something he is used to. He will keep a lot from you, especially in the beginning. He needs to learn that you can be trusted, and he is more at ease keeping stuff to himself for sometime, or he thinks he is. He won’t tell you a lot, but might eventually spill his secrets. 

Inspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

Lit is one big personal problem, if you ask me. When you’re with him you need to be ready to help him cope with the things he has been through, because he doesn’t know how to trust anymore. You’ll also need to teach him manners and how not to act - tell him about boundaries and what’s just too wicked for this world. He grew up being taught that murder was good for his sake - he needs to learn that that’s not it. 

Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Yes, jealousy is a big flaw. He never expected to grow so attached to you, yet here you are and he will not let anyone ruin you. He will be the person to walk up and be like ‘Hey, this is my Significant Other, fuck off.’ and then put an arm around your shoulder. Be glad he didn’t punch the guy. 

Kiss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

The first kiss was in the middle of training together, he had you pressed against the ground and couldn’t help himself. He pressed a small kiss on your lips, leaving you bewildered. He doesn’t know how this kissing thing works fully, but he liked your face after he did it. 

Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Awkwardly, probably took advice from Leo. Tried some weird pick-up lines and then just went ‘You know what, I like you (Y/n) and I have been trying to court you for the past 3 months please for the love of the gods-’ and screams. He meant well, but it’s all confusing to him. 

Memory - What’s their favourite memory together?

Sitting outside of the Waystation under the stars, bathing in the freedom you both have. He could feel warmth radiate from you, and he realized what it meant to be in love, to be together.  

Nicknames - What do they call their s/o?

Your name, he loves it and he doesn’t want to care too much about it. You call him ‘Lit’, because that’s easiest, but if you softly say his full name he will melt. 

On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

Irritated, in denial. He does not understand what he is feeling - it must be some sickness of his. When he tells Emmie about it she laughed and told him that he must be in love with you, after which he decides to avoid you all together. He only carries pain with him, and you don’t deserve that. 

PDA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Depends on his mood. He won’t be touchy out of himself, but he will let you grab his hand and then grumble about it. He does brag about you if it comes up in a conversation, but in an endearing way. If your name leaves his lips it’s accompanied by a soft smile. 

Quirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

His stubbornness is a treat, for it gets you anything and anywhere. He doesn’t get society’s rules, and will therefore (stupidly) ignore them and get you where you want to be, against a lot of complaining. You need to teach him some manners, after which he will just suggest his plans before executing them. 

Romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

This man has his head in the ancient Greek times. Although I am no expert, I think he would try to impress and court you in a way. He wouldn’t be sure what else to do, really. You need to take the lead here and teach this man how to live. 

Support - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

If you need anything, anything at all he would be there right besides you. Lit doesn’t have too much going on besides the stuff at the waystation, so you are high up with his priorities. Just make sure that he doesn’t make your mission his to complete. 

Thrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice up your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Lityerses needs a break, that’s what he needs. This man has grown up with routine after routine, and he is so used to it. Going on normal dates would already be spicy enough honestly.

Understanding - How well do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

The swordsman is good at reading his opponents, which also taught him to read you verily well. He goes out of his way to learn to understand you, moreover because it’s harder for him to show that he knows. He won’t know how to show you his love, but he will love you. 

Value - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

You would be one of his top priorities, for he has little going on in his life. He might not put your life above his own, but he would sacrifice about anything else for your well being. 

Wild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

He insists on teaching you how to swordfight, even if you can hold your own with another weapon. He wants to be sure you are able to protect yourself under any circumstances. For your birthday he got you a magical sword that transformed into a ring, just to be sure that you have a weapon on you at all times. 

XOXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Human touch is something Lit never got lovingly. He recoils from it, and doesn’t get the ‘hype’ around it. So no, he is not affectionate at all. Eventually he will get cocky and flirt with you but at first he just doesn’t know what a ‘cuddle’ is and why you’re restraining him. 

Yearning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

Coping? In this society? He will bottle it up, not tell anyone and become a little shit for the time that you are gone. Beware of this though because he will more easily lash out, which he doesn’t want to do but you’re not there with him, and he wants you, and he needs a hug and your face and- No he doesn’t care you’re gone what do you mean, Jo?

Zeal - are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Lit would fight for you - he would kill armies of people to show you his love. It’s not easy for him to possibly lose you, so he will burn down the world if it would make you happy. 

[nonbinaryroyalty43]

Sanders sides opposite au, the light sides are Virgil (serenity), Janus (Honesty), and Remus (Imagination) and their the only sides thomas knows but suddenly a new side pops up, Patton (Immorality)

Sorry this took me so long!

Characters: Honestly!Janus, Imagination!Remus, Serenity!Virgil, Immorality!Patton, C!Thomas

Pairings: Platonic Janus x Remus x Virgil x Thomas

Warnings: Mentions of immorality, doing bad things

Summary: Thomas and his Sides finally have a lazy day, but a rather surprising visitor interrupts their movie time.

Let me know if I need to add any warnings. Sorry it’s so short.

*****

It was a good time for Thomas. All of his Sides had been revealed and had trusted him with their names. It was nice, knowing that he was never alone.

On one of the rare days where the Sides didn’t have a dilemma to discuss, the group had manifested themselves into the real world and were sitting with Thomas, watching some Disney movie. Virgil and Remus were throwing popcorn at each and giggling while Janus watched them fondly. Thomas was happy at the little family his Sides made.

And then someone else cut in. “Well, isn’t this touching.”

Instantly, the three Sides were on their feet. Janus positioned himself in front of Remus, Thomas, and Virgil, the self proclaimed protector of the group.

“What are you doing here?” Janus snarled. Thomas couldn’t see his face and he wasn’t sure he wanted to. If his face matched the tone of his voice, Thomas was sure it was frightful.

“I just wanted to introduce myself.” The newcomer stepped into the light. He looked exactly like Thomas, but wore glasses, a dark aqua polo shirt, and a black cardigan tied around his neck. “Wonderful to see you in person, Thomas. I represent your Immorality.”

“Immorality? What is he talking about?” Thomas looked at Remus and Virgil, who both looked uncomfortable. It was Janus who answered.

“There are parts of everyone that they’d prefer not to know about. This is one of those parts.”

Immorality smiled nastily and gave Thomas a wave. Thomas ignored him. “So why is he here? I didn’t do anything bad!”

“Perhaps not yet,” the new Side cut in. “But who knows when something might pop up? All I want is for you to be happy, Thomas.”

“No he doesn’t.” Thomas was surprised at the sharpness in Virgil’s voice. “He wants you to be wicked. For you to go against everything you were ever taught and hurt people. He is the exact opposite of everything we’ve ever been taught.”

“Oh, Virgil, I’m hurt,” Immorality said mockingly. “I thought we were friends.”

Virgil glared at him. “We are not and I’m not sure we ever were.”

“Enough.” Thomas had reached the end of his rope. “We don’t need here. We will never need you here. So leave.”

“It’s not that easy, Thomas,” Remus finally spoke up. “As much as I would love to get ride of this villian, Immorality is something that will always be with and always be a temptation.”

“However,” Janus interrupted smoothly, “there are ways to make sure that your immorality doesn’t overwhelm you. You have us for example. I will keep you in line because honesty and immorality generally don’t mix.”

“Neither does serenity,” Virgil piped up.

Remus shrugged. “Immorality doesn’t directly affect Imagination, but I’m with these guys. You shouldn’t give into that part of yourself.”

Thomas nodded determinedly. “You’re right. Thanks guys.” He looked at Immorality, who had a very ugly look on his face. “As for you, I think it’s time you take your leave.”

“Fine. But you haven’t seen the last of me Thomas. And I’ll see the rest of you later.”

Thomas watched with satisfaction as the Side sank out, leaving only him and Remus, Virgil, and Janus. None of them would look at him.

He sighed. “I’m not mad at you guys for not telling me. I understand that you probably had your reasons.”

Janus finally met his eyes. “I am the embodiment of honesty and yet I kept something from you. What does that say about me?”

“It says that you are more than just your function,” Thomas said. “All of you are. You might not be completely human or completely your own person, but you are more than just what you represent in me. Never forget that.”

The three nodded, all of them finally looking at him.

“Good. Now, we have a movie to finish.” Thomas sat down and after a moment Janus joined him. Remus and Virgil shared a look before also sitting down. The movie hadn’t been paused and it was easy for the group to get right back into the movie.

And Thomas sighed, because there went his streak of days without a dilemma.

[donttouchmeimwriting]

Argo ch. 1

Friday the 13th - Friendship/Romance - Jason Voorhees/OC M/M ship

2897 words, 3rd person POV

This is not following canon closely at all and I'm kinda blending bits of Jason's personality between original movies, the remake, and fan versions so this is pretty solidly AU. I hope you enjoy!

Cross-posting on FFN under PyroTheWereCat

There was no pleasure in killing. It was a task, like any other, but one that had to be done adequately. Even if it took several tries and the body was mangled by the end of it, the life had to be gone from their eyes.

"We can't have them coming back to hurt us, can we?"

Mother was right. Mother was always right. She was the only one who cared. She was the only one who knew kindness. It was her idea and her decision to take revenge against the wicked counselors of Camp Crystal Lake, and what she wanted, she would get.

She had nearly died herself trying to punish the ones responsible for her son's drowning, and so the pair needed to live in hiding, deep in the woods surrounding the camp. It took over ten years of teaching and training, but it was finally time. Mother knew best, and Jason Voorhees was willing to serve her every command.

Four years ago, Jason began his killing spree. He picked off the counselors one by one, catching each in a deadly infraction. He worked carefully at first, making the disappearances look like believable shirking of duties or horrible accidents. That year, authorities ruled the camp could reopen for the next season with some extra safety precautions. Jason was praised so lovingly that year.

The second year, Jason continued his streak, but allowed himself to get a little sloppy. The murders were attributed to one of the staff members, and no one was the wiser to his presence (or, more importantly, his mother's). The camp was forcibly closed for the following season, and Jason's mother prayed it would stay closed and they could be free of the evil of the counselors who knew no compassion.

But, as an investigation cleared the camp of outside interference, further cementing the falsely accused staff member as the murderer, Crystal Lake reopened for another season, forcing Jason out of hiding once more. He did not want to go back, having enjoyed the peaceful summer with his mother last year, but he knew he had a job to do. He dusted off his mask, sharpened his machete, and set out for Camp Crystal Lake once more.

This year already felt different for Jason. Perhaps it was the time off, or perhaps he was growing tired of killing, but this year he decided to approach things in a different way. He spent the first two weeks of camp watching from the shadows, identifying the counselors and their habits. There were eight of them: four men, four women. Their ages were uncertain, but it seemed the youngest was about seventeen and the oldest was about twenty-five, the majority being roughly twenty-one. College age, Mother had said, was the worst age for most folks. Leftover rebellion from their adolescence and newfound freedom created a sinful breeding ground for debauchery and cruelty that needed to be punished. Jason was of this age now as well, and he had promised to not let himself lose sight of his task.

During the weeks Jason watched the camp, he noticed a few important details. First, he noticed that ghost stories about the murders he and his mother had committed were being told at nightly bonfires, embellished to near supernatural lengths. This excited Jason to some degree, seeing that his hard work had noticeable impact years later. Second, he noticed there were no hikes on the outer trails and strict curfews were imposed on both the campers and the counselors, keeping the grounds barren between the hours of 9PM and 7AM. This rule would make Jason's work difficult if he planned on making any of these deaths appear accidental, but he could improvise if needed.

The third detail, and the most curious of all, Jason noticed that out of all eight counselors, one stood out as unique. The first distinctive feature was that he was shorter than the rest of his coworkers, somewhere close to five feet tall. Jason almost mistook him for a camper at first, but the back of his shirt clearly read 'COUNSELOR'. What truly set him apart from the rest, however, was how attentive he was to the campers. He made sure every voice was heard and no one felt left out. He kept a bright and supportive demeanor no matter the circumstances, and helped the campers with every activity. Furthermore, he did not seem interested in sneaking off to sacrifice his job duties in favor of more lecherous behavior. Jason found himself growing fascinated with this counselor, and opted to watch him a little more closely to see if he had any damning secrets that would confirm his impending death with the rest.

Another week dragged on, and Jason regrettably had lost track of time. He followed this seemingly kind counselor as he engaged the children in their activities and lent a listening ear to those who had problems or concerns. What could he be hiding? Mother was certain that anyone who took a job at this camp was a bad person, and Mother was always right...right?

"Alright, everyone!" the strange counselor called one morning, catching the attention of his group, "It's Friday tomorrow, and that means s'mores night!"

He allowed for a brief cheer from the kids before quieting them down again to continue,

"S'mores are really nice, aren't they?" Whoops and words of agreement rose from the group. "Do we agree that nice kids deserve to have nice treats?" More affirmations rang out. "That's right! But it's come to my attention, as well as the other counselors, that there's been some of you who haven't been as nice as they should be."

Jason leaned forward from his seated vantage point on a log, listening curiously to the counselor's teaching moment. Would he punish the whole group of kids for a minority's bad behavior? Would he revoke s'mores privileges? Would he try to drown some of the children in the lake? That last one was unlikely, but the thought still crossed Jason's mind. The counselor continued,

"Here at Camp Crystal Lake, we value honesty, teamwork, and what else?"

"Accountability," the children chorused.

"Exactly right," he praised, "And if one of us is being picked on, it's up to the rest of us to help them feel included, right?"

"Right!"

The counselor clapped his hands together, smiling kindly at the group.

"I don't want anyone to feel like they're in trouble, so we're gonna make this into a game, okay?" he proposed, "We're all detectives looking for clues on whodunnit. We have to solve the mystery of who's being a bully and have them apologize by tomorrow night, or all the s'mores will have to go away until next week. Does that sound fair?"

"Yes," the kids answered, somewhat anxious now that the promised snacks might be withheld.

"Awesome! Here are the rules of the game: you can't force someone to give you a clue if they don't want to. That would defeat the purpose of the game! You also can't point any fingers until the bonfire is lit tomorrow night. If the person who was mean wants to come forward on their own, they have to come to me or one of the other counselors so it doesn't spoil the end of the game. Once the person is revealed, they have to apologize to the person they hurt and will spend the weekend making it up to them because, here at Camp Crystal Lake, we want everyone to have a great time. If one of us isn't having a good time, we all have to work together to help them so we can leave here at the end of the summer with the best memories and the best friends. So let me hear it from you guys: are we ready to go out and have a great day?"

The kids burst into another round of cheers and the counselor shepherded them off to their first activity of the day. Jason propped his elbow on his thigh and rested his chin in his hand. He frowned in contemplation. This counselor was so dedicated to the kids...could he be an exception? Could Jason's mother have been wrong? He would have to catch this counselor alone to find out more. He still had plenty of time to dispatch the whole staff, he figured, so he had the time to learn what he could about this one counselor.

Jason stalked the counselor over the next few hours, watching him be the perfect role model for the kids as usual. Finally, sometime near midday, the counselor took a break after passing his group to another and announced he was going to check the nearest hiking trail for debris before he took the kids on it later. One of the female counselors offered to walk with him, and Jason detected signs of flirtation in her body language, but he refused, claiming it would be a short trip. Jason felt his heart beat faster with anticipation, following him just out of sight as he walked the trail, moving any large sticks or rocks from the path. Jason flexed his fingers on the hilt of his machete, wondering if he should kill him now despite having no evidence yet that he was a bad person. He resolved he would wait until they were far enough away from the camp where screams would not carry, then he would decide.

The counselor moved at a brisk and energetic pace, enjoying his time alone. He seemed so full of life and vigor...Jason almost felt bad that he was planning on murdering him. The counselor stopped at a fallen branch blocking the path and looked it over, his hands on his hips.

"That's a big one," he commented to himself, "I hope I can get it out of the way on my own."

With that he bent down to lift one end of the branch, stepping backwards to drag it off the trail. From Jason's position, he could see another, smaller branch on the ground behind the counselor, twisted and gnarled, but big enough to pose a hazard. Jason watched as the counselor caught his foot on the hidden branch and tumbled backwards, rolling through the leaves and sticks as he fell down the slope. He went over a slanted rock near the bottom and crumpled on the other side of a rotting log, his ankle caught in a hole in the log. Jason slowly approached, minding his steps down the slope so he would not fall as well.

The counselor grunted in pain as he pushed himself up on his elbows and attempted to free his leg from the log. He had dirt on his face and debris in his hair and, as Jason drew closer and could see more clearly, cuts and scrapes all over his arms and legs. Unsuccessful in his attempts, the counselor fell back on his elbows, breathing hard. He craned his neck to look over the log, having heard the approaching footsteps, and his eyes met Jason's, mere feet away.

"Oh my gosh, you startled me!" he greeted, "Thank goodness someone else was on the trail! I'm okay, by the way, I'm just a little stuck. Can you help me out?"

Jason froze as the counselor addressed him. Oddly enough, he didn't seem afraid, despite Jason's hulking stature, out of place hockey mask, and freshly sharpened blade in hand. He tilted his head to one side, puzzled. He hadn't been this close to another person (aside from his mother) in almost two years, but he distinctly remembered every person he had been this close to fearing him on sight. He looked down at his machete, wondering what was holding him back from stabbing this man and walking away. It was all so easy before...

"Ooh, yes, you came prepared!" the counselor said, noticing the machete as well, "If you're careful, you can probably hack around the opening so I can get my foot loose. If you want, I can get you some free food back at camp for helping me out. It's not much, but Miriam makes a mean chicken salad."

He smiled up at Jason, and Jason felt his heart stop for a moment. There was not a single flicker of fear in the counselor's eyes. All he could see was the same gentle expression shown to the kids back at camp. An unfamiliar feeling came over Jason and, for the first time in years, he felt compelled to help. He raised the machete, his eyes focused on the counselor's trapped leg. His breathing hitched, one part of his mind urging him to kill as Mother instructed, the other begging him to show mercy, just this once. He glanced back at the counselor's face, at that warm smile, and made his choice.

The machete swung down and struck the wood of the log, sending a spray of splinters into the air. The counselor winced, shielding his eyes from the shower, and tried to wiggle his leg loose.

"Still a little stuck," he announced, "I think one more whack on the other side oughta do it."

Jason wrenched the blade out of the wood and swung again on the other side of the counselor's leg. As predicted, the counselor was able to maneuver himself out of the weakened structure. He brushed the splinters and dirt off of his skin and shakily stood up, clearly in some pain from the fall.

"Thank you," he said to Jason, his smile returning, "Really, I would have been in some trouble if you weren't here, so thanks a lot. My name's Lijah."

He extended a hand to Jason to shake, but Jason was too caught off guard by his own response to the situation as well as Lijah's genuine friendliness to return the gesture. Lijah lowered his hand, unfazed by the lack of reaction.

"Not a talker, huh? That's okay," he noted, then became visibly nervous, "Oh, cripes, I'm sorry, are you deaf?"

He made some strange hand movements with that last sentence, gesturing to Jason and to his own ear. Jason shook his head, slowly coming out of his confusion.

"Ah, gotcha," Lijah said, relaxing, "That works for me. I'm not very good at signing."

He laughed at this, and Jason felt a pang of....something. Lijah's laugh was light and pleasant sounding...it reminded Jason of dappled sunlight through trees. He couldn't explain it, but he wanted to stay near Lijah for a while longer.

"In all seriousness, what is your name?" Lijah asked, "I'd like to know who my hero is."

Hero. That wasn't a word Jason thought would ever be associated with him, but it felt surprisingly good to hear Lijah call him that. He looked around himself for a moment, then up the slope at the trail. He motioned for Lijah to follow him and made his way up to the flatter part of the forest floor. Lijah had some slight difficulty following him, being so much smaller and having mild injuries, but he made it up the slope all the same. Jason waited until Lijah had caught his breath and stood next to him. He held his machete out to the ground and drew the letters of his name into the dirt. Lijah read the name aloud once he had finished and looked up at Jason brightly.

"Jason!" he chirped with delight, "Like the Argonaut in Greek mythology!"

Jason tilted his head, frowning. His mother had told him many stories as he grew up, but they were all from the Bible. He wasn't familiar with the character Lijah was referencing, and Lijah could see his bewilderment.

"He's a hero in his story," he explained, "well, for the most part. He goes on adventures with his crew and they see and do all kinds of amazing things together."

Jason nodded, liking the sound of this hero with the same name as himself. And the fact that he was not entirely virtuous...that struck a chord with him. He gestured to Lijah, who seemed to understand that he was asking about his name.

"I was originally supposed to be Elijah," he said, emphasizing the 'e' at the beginning, "but my little sister had trouble saying the whole name, so I changed it to just Lijah. By itself, I don't think it means anything special, but it's pretty special to me."

Jason stared at Lijah. How was he so good-natured? Even with an intimidating stranger like Jason, he managed to keep his upbeat attitude and unselfish way of speaking. Was he stupid or genuinely that benevolent?

"Hey, walk with me back to camp," Lijah encouraged, setting off in that direction, "I owe you lunch."

Jason felt a small stab of panic and shook his head. He looked over his shoulder and back at Lijah, who nodded.

"You've got somewhere to be - that's fine! Don't worry about it, big guy! But, if you find yourself back this way, come find me at counselor cabin 5 and I'll get you a meal to pay you back for helping me. Thanks again!"

He waved goodbye before turning and walking back towards the camp, the pep in his step dampened only slightly by the soreness in his legs. Jason watched him go and wondered wildly what had just happened. Had he somehow accidentally made a friend?

[harry-hook-me]

Meet the father

Writer - @harry-hook-me (myself)

Request – @idjit-angel-radio @marvel-girl3

Summary – y/n finally takes Harry to meet her father, hades, after they’ve been together for two and a half years

Disclaimer - I do not own any of the Descendants characters or scenes from the movies, all credits goes to the creators and producers of Disneys descendants.

Warnings – None

AN- I merged both requests together as they were both very similar in that they were both for the daughter of Hades, hope you enjoy

Word count – 1631

My father and I have always been very close, I mean living on the isle, he’s all I’ve really had all my life. I am y/n, the daughter of Hades and Persephone, probably the most ‘to myself’ villain kid on the whole of the Isle. My mother left when I was young, my father never really likes to talk about her much; for saying he’s the all evil, all powerful god of the underworld, when it comes to me, he’s a massive softy, I’m his little goddess, the ember of his eye. I’ve never been a people person, I can’t stand being in crowds or socialize with others, I’d rather stay with my dad and listen to all his stories from the old days in the underworld and have him teach me his wicked ways. However when it’s comes to Harry Hook, I’ll make an acceptation. Harry and I have been best friends ever since we were kids and have been dating for around two and a half years now. I met him when I was out, running some errands for my dad and getting some food for our three-headed guard dog Cerberus. I bumped into Harry down a side ally and we’d been inseparable ever since.

Mal, the daughter of Maleficent if my half-sister, no one on the Isle except me, her, my father and Maleficent know this. Let’s just say, we’re not too keen on each other so we keep our distance from each other, and being friendly with Harry, Uma and Gil kills the chance of us ever being civil.

“Come on darlin’, I want to show you our turf, it’ll be fun!” harry begged for what seemed like the billionth time today, he’s been trying to show me the crews turf and go with him to do his daily collecting of cash. “Harry, can’t we just stay here. I’d much rather be just me and you, or we could go take a walk down on the beach. You know I don’t like being around others, especially at this time, it’ll be so busy in the market place.” Harry and I were currently lying in his bed in his room on the ship, staring at the ceiling and just enjoying each other’s company. I sat up, looking down at the pirate. “Or I have another idea” I began.

Although Harry and I had been together for so long, he’d never met my father. In all honesty, Harry was too scared. My father is infamous on the Isle for being the most dangerous and most evil person here. This made Harry very anxious about meeting him, keeping in mind that my father was extremely protective of me. My dad new about Harry and I, however never seemed keen as he knew that Harry’s father, Captain Hook, had a reputation when it came to ladies, and he was worried that his son would be the same. “We could go see my father” I suggested, looking down slightly, just loud enough for him to hear me. Harry sat up, looking at me deep in the eyes, “H-He’s going to hate me” Harry stuttered, I placed my gloved hand on top of his, looking deeply back into his crystal eyes, “He’ll love you, he just needs to finally meet you”. I smile at him and he returns with a nod, “okay” he sighs, “let’ do it” he adds plucking up the confidence.

As we arrived at the rocky entrance to mine and my father’s home, I stop, looking up at harry with a smile and a supportive look in my eyes. A look of worry appeared on his face, “hey, its okay, you’ll be fine” I squeezed tighter onto his hand and place a gentle kiss on his soft pink lips before beginning to lead him into the dark and dingy tunnel.

“Before you meet my dad, I want to introduce you to someone else” I stated excitedly. Skipping over to a gated area, I whistle loudly into a dark hole in front of me, it echoes through. Loud echoing barks come roaring through the whole, I whistle again “Cerberus! Come here boys!” I call as Harry takes a nervous step back. Emerging though the dark came the giant three headed demon dog, I pull up a leaver to open up the gates. “Hi buddy!” I coo at the dog, Cerberus lays down in front of me and nuzzles one of his heads against my body, in returns I stroke his head and give him a little kiss. Even though Cerberus is the demon dog guardian of the underworld, really he’s just a playful and loving puppy when it comes to me and my dad, he is able to sense trust from people.

I reach for Harry’s hand which he hesitantly takes, “Cerberus, this is Harry”, the three headed dog growls lightly for a second “It’s okay” I coo, stroking another head of his. I look towards harry with a reassuring look and gently pull him closer, “come say hi” I giggle. Harry cautiously places and hand on a head of the dog and strokes lightly, Cerberus, nuzzles his head into his hand further and wags his large tale. “he likes you” I smile at harry, I see the tension in him fade and he becomes more comfortable, I wrap and arm around his waist and snuggle into his chest, he kisses me on the forehead and smiles down at me “I love you” he whispers, before looking back up and continuing to pet the dog.

I toss some food I nicked from a stall into Cerberus’s cage and shut the gate “I’ll see you later buddy” I call to him as he turns to chase the food, I turn to Harry “you ready?” I ask, “as ready as I’ll ever be” he replied breathing out trying to calm himself, I take his hand a walk further down into the cave.

“Y/n?” harry begins as we are waking, “hmm” I reply looking up at the tall boy, “you know since I’m facing my fear of meeting your father” he chuckles, his accent echoing though the cave. “yes” I giggle back, “will you come with me tomorrow to do my jobs?” he questions. “I know you hate it baby, and I understand, the streets of the isle can be a freaky and sometimes dangerous place.” He stops for a moment and turns me to face him. “But I’ll protect you, I won’t let anyone hurt you. And if anyone dares touch ya” he lifts up his hook in his right hand, “I’ll hook em’” he chuckles, I smile and look at my feet. He lifts my head with his finger. “I won’t let anything happen to ya darlin, I promise. I’ll always keep you safe, I’ll always keep ya protected” he places his forehead against mine and I sigh a sigh of defeat, “okay, I’ll come”. The smile on the pirates face widens and he lays a gentle kiss against my forehead. “I’m proud of ya” he cooed in my ear before we continued walking.

“Dad!” I called as we made it into the large opening where my father and I lived, “Ah, Y/n, your home!” the god of the underworlds calls as he steps into view. “oh, and you brought a friend” he looks curiously at harry, dead in the eye. An intimidating glair held on his pail face, I hear Harry gulp as he stands frozen, with a tight grip on my hand. “Dad, this is Harry” I say, breaking the silence. “Ah Harry Hook, we finally meet” he replies, stepping closer and holding out a hand for Harry to shake. “N-nice to meet you sir” Harry stutters, taking my father’s hand and shaking it. I smile, stepping forward to my father as he smiles nicely at Harry.

Harrys POV

y/n steps forward closer to her father and turns to face me smiling brightly, the smile hades ones had on his face drops and turns to a stern look, his eyes burning into my soul. “welcome to my place, finally” y/n giggles, spreading her arms out, she looks up at her dad and he smiles back down at her. I can see he defiantly loves her. I smile lightly, he looks back up at me and places the same stern look back on his face. “welcome” he states, y/n giggle again, she looks so happy. She hops over to give me a hug, I holder her in my arms close and look up, hades looks dead at me and gestures ‘I’m watching you’ at me with his fingers. I looked back down and y/n pulls away.

y/n POV

I pulled away from my embrace with harry and hopped down the stairs and further into the room giggling, I’m so glad that harry has finally met not only my dad but also Cerberus! And tomorrow I’m facing my anxieties and going with harry out to do his jobs, but I know I’ll be okay, because I know that he will always protect me.

Hades POV

Y/n hopes down the stairs and Harry is still stood at the entrance of our house. A nervous smile on his face. I love that I can still make people scared, even villains. I gesture him to come in, as he steps forward, I place a hand in front of him to stop him. “if you ever hurt my girl, there will be trouble” he gulps and nods “I-I promise sir, I’ll never hurt your daughter. I’ll always keep her safe. I-I love her” the pirate stutters, I can tell he means it. I smile and again gesture him inside, he returns the smile and walks to y/n.

I like this kid, he’s good for my Y/n.

[brandstifter-sys]

#8. “Please, stop smiling at me like that. I’m not sure what will happen if you keep doing that.” And Dukexiety pls!!!

Remus liked to smile and he was always looking for reasons to make his mouth twist upward to bare his teeth. He had a smile for almost every occasion.

When he was scheming with Janus he wore the most wicked grin with sharp teeth, just to add to the villainy. He put on the most abnormally wide smile, impish as could be, whenever he got under Patton's skin. It was almost as gleeful and dastardly as the grin he wore when bothering Roman.

He had his strained grin for lectures and goofy smiles for when he wasn't wreaking havoc. But his soft smiles, the ones where his lips were sealed and his eyes did more to convey his feelings, they were reserved for quiet moments with Janus and Roman, and of course, Virgil. Virgil got all the warm grins and smirks.

Virgil was not a smiley guy. Grimaces and smirks were the best most people could get. The rare grin was something that the others treasured, including Remus. That man's smile was dazzling.

Of course, dazzling is distracting, which made movie night a little bit difficult. The other sides were already in bed, leaving two gremlins alone with some B-list horror movie that neither one was watching.

Situated between Virgil's legs, Remus only had to tilt his head back to look at the emo in the skeleton onesie. He always did like to sit on the back of the couch instead of the seats.

"This movie is kinda lame, huh?" Remus mused and looked up at Virgil. His heart skipped a beat at that soft expression—warm, hooded eyes, a relaxed brow, and a damnably adorable little half-smile that revealed a dimple on his left cheek.

"I dunno, it's Vincent Price, it's cheesey but that's the draw," Virgil shrugged, not taking his eyes off him.

"You're not even watching the movie!" the duke teased and stuck out his tongue, "You're just eyeing the snacks!"

"I can listen. And in all honesty, I like this view better." Virgil's gaze softened even more and Remus swore he was going to go into cardiac arrest. He wanted to drag him into a kiss and wipe that beautiful smile off Virgil's face before he could do worse. But Virgil would probably kill him if he did that. It was on his top ten list of ways to die, but he wasn't feeling it.

"Please stop smiling at me like that. I'm not sure what will happen if you keep doing that," Remus sighed with a pout.

"I have a pretty good idea. You'll either feel creeped out and never speak to me again, leave, kiss me and pretend it never happened, or you'll try to use your morning star," Virgil said sadly, his expression unchanging, "But I can't stop. You're unfortunate enough to make me want to smile like some kind of creep."

"Pretend it never happened?" Remus gawked, "It would play in my head on repeat like the rest of my thoughts! Only I won't hate it! I would probably crave it more than a dying man on a lifeboat at sea craves fresh water! Do you even realize how bad I want to kiss you and hold you until we're both piles of bones with our flesh mixing as it decays?"

"Is it as bad as how much I want to kiss you and suffocate while locked in your embrace so that the taste of your lips would be my final memory?"

"So much worse!" Remus smirked, "Set me on fire and see how much hotter my heart burns just to hold your gaze and feel your breath."

"Why would I do that when I can set your heart ablaze with six words?" Virgil teased, his grin becoming more playful.

"Say them and I will kiss you til you can't tell where your mouth ends and mine begins."

"Remus," Virgil said and leaned over, cupping his cheek, "take me to your grave." Remus dragged him down and crashed their lips together, melting as that emo's grin tried to ruin the moment.

"You should be my boyfriend," Remus mumbled, "that way you can torment me every minute with the threat of holding you."

"No need for the dungeon?"

"You can use that on me whenever you want. Just as long as you keep my heart in tact."

"I have the perfect jar," Virgil hummed and kissed him again.

[intheticklecloset]

On the Spot (Descendants) / 12 Days of Ficmas

Day 5/12

Requested by: Stupid Anon (your’e not stupid!)

Fandom: Descendants

Shipping: Carlos x Jane

Wow, okay, so I had to get really creative with this one. Stupid Anon originally asked for a fic concerning a couple of musicals I’ve never seen or heard the soundtracks for, but their alternative was any Disney movie, so I tried to compromise by writing for a Disney movie that was also a musical. Hopefully this works! Haha! They also requested the fic contain a drive-thru scenario where one person tickles the other person who is trying to order. I hope it came out all right! In all honesty I got a bit of anxiety writing this; this scenario would be a nightmare for me in real life. Also please excuse my basic self for making McDonald’s the drive-thru of choice. It seemed pretty universal so I ran with it. Despite the struggle, I hope you enjoy!

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“Hi, welcome to McDonald’s, what can we get started for you?”

Jane turned to Carlos and whispered, “What do you want?”

“I don’t know.” Carlos leaned past her to scan the menu, eyes darting around the many options frantically. “We don’t have anything like this on the Isle.”

“Well, think of something.” Jane waved her hand at him urgently. “We’ve got people behind us.”

“You could have given me more warning!”

“Um, hello?” The girl’s voice came through the speaker again.

Jane turned back to the menu. “Oh, sorry. Um – hey! Your McRib sandwiches are back, right?”

“Yes, they are.”

“Perfect! I’ll have a McRib me-EEEAL!!” Jane whirled on Carlos, who was grinning at her both mischievously and innocently – if that could even be accomplished, he’d managed it. “Carlos! What are you doing?”

“You put me on the spot, so I’m just returning the favor.” Carlos smirked, poking her side again. “Go on, the lady’s waiting.”

“What size?” The McDonald’s employee asked, sounding bored and unconcerned with why her customer had suddenly squealed into the microphone.

“Um, s-smahahall,” Jane replied, swatting at Carlos’ hand while trying to sound composed for the rest of her order. “With a Diet Dr. Pepper, please. Carlos!” She giggled despite herself, turning to face him again. “It’s your turn. What do you want?”

“Hmm…” Carlos hummed, still poking her side and up her ribs while glancing at the menu contemplatively. “Whatever a Big Mac is. I’ll try it.”

“And one B-Bihihihihig Mac – stop it!” This last came out in a harsh whisper directed toward the boy in the passenger seat.

He grinned wickedly. “What? You’re cute when you’re flustered.”

“What size?” the lady asked again.

“Anohohother small, a-and that’s it!” Jane blindly tried to shove Carlos away from her but ended up smacking him square in the face. She gasped in horror just as the McDonald’s lady read off the total.

“…at the first window. Thank you.”

“Uh, thank you!” Jane eased off the brake and let the car slide forward in the line. As soon as she was stopped again, she turned to Carlos. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hit you, it’s just that you were being distracting and I’m really ticklish and—” 

“Jane, Jane,” Carlos laughed. “It’s fine. I deserved it. But you deserved it, too.”

“Why?” she tried to sound incredulous but ended up laughing nervously. “What did I do?”

“You just swung into this food place I’ve never seen before and asked what I wanted as if I had any idea what kind of food they offer.” Carlos threw up his hands. “I didn’t know if this was a burger joint, taco place, ice cream parlor, or what.”

“I-I’m sorry,” Jane replied, blushing a little with embarrassment. “I didn’t even think – I should have asked first—”

“Jane,” Carlos put a hand on her shoulder. “It’s fine. I’m just messing with you.” He gave her a sincere smile, then suddenly flashed another wicked smirk as he dug his fingers into her ribs. “But since you seem to like ribs so much, maybe I’ll keep messing with you for a little bit.”

“C-Cahahahahaharlos, no!” Jane squealed, having to consciously remember to keep her foot on the brake lest she run into the person before her in the line of cars. “Dohohohohohon’t! I’m drihihihihiving!”

“Not right now, you’re not,” he chuckled as he fought her hands away with ease. “And we’re still a few cars away, so…”

At some point, Jane had the wherewithal to push the button that would roll up the driver’s window so her uncontrollable, squealing giggles wouldn’t be heard by all of Auradon. This moment, she decided, was just for her and her villainous boyfriend.

[extremelyblackandwhite]

lover series - daylight

Pairing: Carter Baizen x Reader

Warnings: none

A/N: this is what happens when i mention carter baizen more than once a day. also daylight just fits him as a person??? if you wanna listen to daylight while reading this, here. this was inspired by an ask i got in this blog, thank you for the idea 💕

My love was as cruel as the cities I lived in Everyone looked worse in the light There are so many lines that I've crossed, unforgiven I'll tell you truth, but never, "Goodbye"

   - Get out. 

   - What? - Carter looked at the blonde sat next to him whose eyes seemed to wander to everyone but to him. - Don’t be like this. You’re just nervous about meeting your dad.

   - I don’t need your help anymore or ever again. I should have done this on my own from the start.

  - Fine, if that’s what you want. - he opened the door of the limousine, climbing off the comfortable warmth of their vehicle to be greeted with the darkness and coldness of New York during the warmth. Serena, without as much as looking back at the man who had spent a full year helping her find her father, ordered the driver to keep going. Well, he should’ve known better but once again, his judgement tended to be clouded whenever dealing with pretty women. 

Once again he was all alone again, nowhere to go, no one to talk to. He could just fell his parents awaiting for him to return to them on his knees begging to be taken back but at this point there was too much damage done and Carter was much to prideful to return to them. In all honesty, Carter was much to prideful to even stay with New York. After the mess that had been his relationship with Serena, no doubt the rest of the Upper East Side was gonna go after him with every single little dark secret he had, and he had plenty of those. 

With that in mind Carter decided to do what he always did; start again. That’s what he always did when things went south or when the world became too suffocating. However, after doing humanitarian work and a documentary, he wondered what he could do next. Lost in how to reboot his life for what seemed like the millionth time in his young years, a little fall of rain from the sky started to wet his cashmere black trench coat. He bite his lip out of frustration. Of fucking course, that was just what he needed right now. Before he could let out all his frustrations by kicking a nearby bin, drops of water stopped falling on his coat and instead sounded like they were falling onto plastic. 

    - Are you alright, sir? - a melodic, magical-like voice broke through his mind and his eyes travelled to a woman standing next to him. She was holding a plastic umbrella over him which kept both of them dry and away from the rain. Unlike him, she was dressed in a lesser quality fabric, using what looked like a blue waitress dress and some off brand white sneakers with her hair pushed into a ponytail, everything merely covered by a worn out black cotton trench coat. - Sir? 

I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you I've been sleepin' so long in a twenty-year dark night And now I see daylight, I only see daylight

Suddenly, he remembered a faithful sentence from one of the movies he had seen during his youth, finally understanding its meaning. They say when you meet the love of your life, time stops. It was true, time did stopped, everything seemed to move in incredibly slow motion, he could see every single blink of the most gorgeous pair of eyes he’d ever met, hear every drop of rain hitting the plastic of the umbrella. However, the later part of the sentence was also true, once time starts again it moves extra fast, and none was that true as a honking bus drove through a puddle of water, waking them both from a dream-like trance. 

     - I saw you being kicked off a car from my diner. You look like you needed help. - she pushed a few of the fly away hairs of her ponytail held together by a blue scrunchie behind her ear. Unlike the girls of Upper East, they weren’t adorned with pearls or heavy jewelled earrings. - Do you wanna come in for a bit, just while the rain doesn’t calm down?

Carter still found himself still staring at her. God, where had she been hiding his whole life? Did she just decide to pop up now that he had been truly humiliated by Serena. Serena, who was even Serena? He didn’t think he’d ever want to think about Serena, Blair, Beth. Who were any of them compared to that woman holding an off brand umbrella over his head as if he wasn’t one of the most hated people in the Upper East. In normal circumstances, he wouldn’t enter any lower ranked places but her smile and comforting aura just made him want to follow her anywhere she went. And so, with a nod, he followed her inside a small diner just in front o the place he had been so unceremoniously dumped. The place was small and empty seemingly with her being probably the last employee before closing time. Nevertheless, there was some charm on the beat up, too used black board by the kitchen window with various pie names written in beautiful chalk calligraphy. 

    - Do you want to eat anything? My treat. - he wondered why she wasn’t charging, why a woman who clearly was much lower than him status wise and could clearly see he was rich offer him something. Normally people would try to quickly rip him off. - I bake them all myself. A new one every single morning. 

   - You bake a new pie every single morning? - he took a seat on one of the red leathered stools by the main table. - Is this your place?

   - No, I just work here but one day I’m gonna have my own place, my own pie shop and people are gonna come from all over the world to try my pies. - she seemed to get lost in her own fantasy before opening the lid of one of the various glass pies stands to take what looked like a wild berry pie slice, serving it perfectly on a freshly washed plate. - A little wild, wild, berry pie. 

  - Pardon? - he asked as she slide the plate towards him, handing him a fork at the same time. 

  - The pie. - she pointed at the board. - It’s the title. Cream patisserie with some berries on traditional pie crust. I got the idea while watching a particularly steamy scene on Sex and the City. 

  - You created the recipe?

  - Where do you think recipes come from? - she smirked at him. - Come on, I promise it’s not poisoned. 

Carter gave her a coyly smile before sinking in his fork in the beautiful berry coloured desert, taking a piece before bring it up to his mouth. As the sweet touched his tongue, he swore like he melted away from his whole body. The taste was fantastic and Carter was certain he had never tasted anything better than that small piece of pie.

   - God, this is fantastic.

   - Thank you, I try my best. - she smiled. - I’m Y/N, by the way. 

   - Carter Baizen. 

Luck of the draw only draws the unlucky And so I became the butt of the joke I wounded the good and I trusted the wicked Clearin' the air, I breathed in the smoke maybe you ran with the wolves and refused to settle down Maybe I've stormed out of every single room in this town Threw out our cloaks and our daggers because it's morning now It's brighter now, now

  - Olivia? - Carter mockingly called out, looking around his hotel suit as he wrapped a burgundy red tie around his pristine white shirt. A small high pitched giggle came from behind the leather coach. With a coy smile, Carter slowly moved towards the couch. - Oh, where could my Libbie be?

Another high pitched came from behind the coach and before the three year old could realise what was happening, Carter had already grabbed her by the waist, throwing her to the ceiling before catching her in a fit of giggles, her inherited curly brown hair stuck in front of the same eyes she had definitely gotten from her mother. The little girl giggled once more, tiny arms coming to wrap themselves around her father’s neck. 

  - What are you two doing? - Y/N came out from her bedroom due to all the giggling. Noticing her daughter in her father’s arms she merely rolled her eyes with a smile on her face. - I thought you were supposed to be in bed.

  - We’re just playing hide and seek. - she replied, hiding behind her father’s neck. She surely knew how to avoid confrontation. Y/N merely laughed, walking up to her husband and daughter. - Do you really need to go, mummy?

  - It’s just for a few hours. We’ll be here when you wake up. - Y/N pulled some of her daughter’s hair away from her round, chubby baby face. 

  - Why can’t I go? - she pouted. 

  - You wouldn’t like it, baby. - Carter kissed her cheek before handing her to the nanny who they had hired specifically for tonight. Usually Y/N and Carter didn’t hire nannies as they would rather spend time with their daughter rather than having a complete stranger. Most of the times, Olivia would either be at the pie shop with Y/N or at Carter’s firm office. However, tonight specifically both Carter and Y/N needed to attend a donators gala hosted by none other than Carter’s old fling Serena van der Woodsen. Initially, Carter had been firm on his decision not go, much too uninterested in ever speaking to her or any of her friends ever again. However, after some convincing on Y/N’s part and how he shouldn’t really care about other’s opinion and just enjoy a nice night out, he had caved in. - Trust me, daddy won’t like it either. 

  - Tuck me in? 

  - Okay, baby. - Y/N took over from the nanny, picking her daughter up against her hip before walking away from the main room and into the bedroom of the hotel suit. Carter took to pushing the sheets away from the mattress as Y/N laid her daughter in, puffing her pillows just the way she liked it and pulling the duvet up to her neck. - Now you be a brave good girl for mummy and daddy, okay?

  - Okay. - she nodded, holding onto one of her many stuffed animals. - Night, mummy. Night, daddy. 

 - Goodnight, ladybug. - Carter placed a kiss on his daughter’s forehead before getting up and following his wife out of the hotel room before he could change his mind. His life had gone a completely one eighty every since seeing the group of people he used to hang out with during his youth. He had gotten married to the love of his life who was fiercely by his side no matter what happened, had started his own firm finally riding himself of his parents name, and had brought in the most precious daughter to the world. Whatever happened in the Upper East Side was no longer something that interested him even if he was one of the most wealthy men in New York. He didn’t want Y/N or Olivia to frequent those rotten and cruel places. They were happy in their own little bubble however, sometimes, like tonight, he had to confront the rest of the whole who seemingly still had his eyes on him.

Noticing his tenseness, Y/N intertwined her hand with his, giving him a soft and understanding smile followed by a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

 - You’re gonna be fine, you’ve done way better than everyone in that room. You didn’t inherit what you have, you built it and you should be proud of that, Car. 

  - Well, you have to say that, you’re my wife. - he moved his face slightly so he could kiss her properly. - I can’t believe you’re my wife. 

  - You asked me on a good day. - she looked at the engagement band stacked with her wedding band, simple in silver, nothing too big or too lavish, just something small that both of them liked. 

They were both escorted into the limo with Y/N immediately cuddling up next to her husband unlike so many of his girlfriends before. In all honesty, Carter sometimes thought he was dreaming. He just couldn’t believe he was married to her and if he had told a younger self he would marry someone outside the Upper East circle he wouldn’t have believed it, yet here he was. She was a magnetic, kind, determined woman who had managed to get him out of a rut and push him to his full potential while still living her own dreams. He thought he couldn’t be more in love with her and then she gave him Olivia. He still remembered that faithful New Year’s Eve when she handed him a pregnancy test or when they had to rush out of one of his dinners because she had begun labour. There was nothing in this world that mattered more to Carter Baizen than his girls, something the rest of the Upper East didn’t really understand. However, he was happy, he was happily married, happy with his career and happy with his little ladybug. 

  - Car, are you coming? - Y/N snapped him out of his daze as they reached the gala’s location. Pushing away all the insecurities he had, he pridefully walked down the stairs with Y/N by his side, catching the attention of every single person who stopped their chat to look at the “disgraced” Carter Baizen and the so called “pie girl” he had married.

  - Should we dance? - he gave her grin, offering her his hand eloquently much to her enjoyment. - I wish to dance with the prettiest lady in this room. 

  - Prettiest girl in the room? - she giggled, taking in his hand while the other one held her waist. - Should I ask how many girls in this room you’ve used that line with?

  - Well, Mrs. Baizen, you’re definitely the only one I’ve used that on.

  - You better not be lying to me, Mr. Baizen. 

  - I love you so much, Y/N. - he leaned down to peck her lips, not caring who was watching. 

  - I love you too, Car.

I once believe love would be burning red but it’s golden like daylight

[chil2de]

Hey don’t apologise for clearing your inbox. You did it for your own mental wellbeing and you can’t be apologising for taking care of yourself. I’m happy for you for finally doing it, it must’ve been daunting to try to get through so many asks. This must feel so refreshing and I love that for you. Take care of yourself (that’s a threat, if you don’t I will force you to) - 🥰

aaaaaa anonnnnie please you’re so sweet TwT iknowiknow but that’s just being an infj for you, you know? i’ll bump into a chair and apologise to an object that isn’t sentient in any way shape or form, i’m sure it doesn’t care that i just bumped into it

thank you for the supportttt thankyouthank you it seriously means a lot <3 more than you’ll ever know tbh hdhbfhshdhf it feels really refreshing now, really strange in all honestly but i like it (: feels like i just cleaned my room after a while lmao

o i’ll also reply to your previous ask below!!!

im so!!! excited for when u do read it! i can’t wait to see your reactions towards certain scenes KDNGJFBFHS

hunny if i saw toji and/or naoya in the street i’m not sure what i would do???? i might faint LMFAO naoya would probably spit on me i won’t lie i don’t know how i feel about that😳 maybe if i manifest internally by screaming at them to approach me they will cause lord knows i’m not going up to them, mfs look so damn intimidating... toji with his 6 foot something self and naoya with the cocky smirk, yeah no thanks

ariana always has really nice vocals, but i have to admit that i probably don’t enjoy all of her new songs preferred to the older ones. it’s just preference but i can’t vibe with them as much

as for wicked games aaaaaa i’m glad you liked it! the weeknd is one of my favourite artists ahah and i always thought it would suit toji. but yeah... his backstory isn’t pretty. at all. i think compared to the grand scale of things and all of the character’s backstories you’ve heard so far in the anime, his is probably one of the most depressing by a landslide. oh god, and yuuta? absolutely tragic... they might even be on par, though perhaps that’s me acting on a bias towards two of my favourites

i have an inkling that when the movie gets released yuuta will be extremely popular :/ i mean, like, i don’t care? don’t mean to go on a tangent but i dislike when ig lesser known characters only gain popularity by conventional means, not because people actually enjoy them or their character. they’ll see him animated and be all “wow! this guy is really cool!” then all the ogs are just sat there like “yes, honey, we told you so” (obviously this excludes anime only fans he was briefly mentioned in the first few episodes— how megumi states that he’s the only other second year he can openly respect, and how he won the kyoto school event by far etc etc, later that one scene of him in the second opening)

trust me u will love baby boy yuuta <3 i don’t share, if ever!! but hell i’ll make an exception for you :)

but in all honesty sometimes i wish i just stuck writing for one fandom because no matter how hard i try there will always be a time where i favour one fandom over the other, e.g i was writing gintama for the longest time, and that’s how my blog started growing, but then i got into haikyuu again and i started writing for them. therefore now because i’m into jjk it’s mainly what i write for and i always feel so terrible for the other fandoms fhsbfhghs

but i don’t hold any regret towards it, i’m glad that i switched to multifandom. i wouldn’t be happy writing for gintama forever, i’d feel so trapped and suffocated in terms of the free reign and variety so it’s all good (: besides i think it’s good to take breaks and to write for characters with vastly different personalities, i always find that my writing becomes a little bit more sharper and accurate when i’m trying to clean up and polish someone else’s dialogue or antics. needless to say, no shade to people who do write for only one fandom, because that takes major dedication so that’s a kudos!

anyways, didn’t mean to ramble on babe LMAO i do have a horde of google docs😭😭 i debated screen recording but there’s so many that after a while of scrolling it has to wait for the next batch to load, so you’ll just have to take my word for it (genuinely wish i could see somewhere that tells me how many overall docs i have, i’m pretty interested to see considering i have around ~500 posts, then again, not all of them are fics)

hfbshghd i hate how this was all about me please— ur giving a sister out here heart problems, i beg u pls tell me something interesting

OH OH OK i got a question, how about, who was your first fictional crush? can be anime or from a book series, etc

and is there any favourite anime characters you have from other fandoms?

(ily thank you once again I WAS LAUGHING SO HARD WHEN U SAID USING UP UNLIMITED MINUTES— the rest of the ask got cut off imsosorry we’ll just improvise from here on out, bUT hey dude let’s go to shibuya together!!! i’m so sure that they put a life size statue of gojo there everyone keeps talking about it LMFAO i’ll be whizzing around w my phone taking some very cool pictures :) then we can go grab some food or a few drinks, also ill stock u up on merch ok ily take care)

[carolmaximoffs]

THE GOOD DOCTOR

CHAPTER SIX

Ch. Summary: Flashbacks interfere with Thea’s ability to get the team out of a sticky situation.  

Warnings: blood, swearing, bad German, canon-typical violence, mentions of non-consensual medical procedures (not super descriptive but still)

Pairing: Sam Wilson x OFC

Taglist:  @marvelousmrstark​

A/N: as always, taglist is still open if anyone is interested just shoot me an ask! this chapter is short, i admit, and also a repost because i spelled my own villain’s name incorrectly for about half of it. while i am learning a 2nd language, German is not it. this led to Google translate being consulted because Thea was born, taken and experimented on in Germany by German ‘doctors’  so, when in Rome...

   “Welcome home.”

   “Tell us what you really want,” Thea spits, fists curled so tightly. The stranger reaches for her. At the first sight of her skeletal fingers shimmering blue, Natasha fires. The woman turns her head; the slight movement would have been imperceptible if they hadn’t all been watching her so cautiously. The bullet soars uselessly and pings off a wall at the other end of the hallway. Thea remembers something Tony had told her once, only half-jokingly. Nat never misses. She almost empties her stomach right then and there.

   “Who are you?” Nat demands. Thea suddenly feels like she’s gone numb as her brows rise to her hairline. A memory consumes her, transporting her, and the shock sends her stumbling backwards, gripping the cold stone door for support. Woken and released from cuffs that kept her in bed, only to be restrained once more to a moving...slab. It is the only true way to describe it. Thea hears two sobs rip from her throat, but one belongs to the child strapped to a table. Even as Thea tackles her with a vicious snarl, ignoring the warnings of her companions, the woman laughs openly. Herstellerin, someone hisses, seemingly in Thea’s ear. A small child’s face flashes behind her eyes, gripping the bars between their ‘rooms’ tightly. Because she puts things together that aren’t meant to be, to make something new, just to see what they’ll do.

  Thea repeats the word aloud as she digs her knee into the woman’s throat. Broken German slips through the cracks of her mind from a time long forgotten. “Herstellerin...you did this to me!”

  When her fist makes contact, more than just the wicked woman’s nose cracks. She spits blood, and Thea goes to swing again while she’s distracted. Someone grabs her by the back of her shirt and she kicks out before she realizes it’s Natasha. Thea flexes her aching fingers. Herstellerin still laughs, pushing herself onto her elbows.

   “Yes,” she hisses, “yes. Always so headstrong...always a fighter. But I see you are still so selfish with your powers...they are a gift-”

  “Then take them back!” Thea shouts, surging forward once more. Before she knows it she’s got all ten digits around Herstellerin’s throat, fingertips aglow as she grits her teeth. Thea watches blue veins bulge through translucent skin, but another memory grips her as the pulse begins to grow thready beneath her hands. A room full of bodies swims before her, a gold light fading from every single one. A slow, daunting clap resounds in her ears. Thea blinks rapidly, but no matter what she does, the laughing face of Herstellerin is there. She doesn’t even realize she’s  lost her grip until she’s thrown onto her back. Instead of truly retaliating, the older woman tangles her hand into Thea’s locket.

   “You think I care about you, you insolent girl?” Herstellerin seethes. She pulls tighter, and Thea vaguely registers a shadow pass over them as spots dance before her eyes. “You are worthless to me now. I just need to know one thing, and you’re dead.”

    “Tell her on your way to jail,” someone replies, and Herstellerin’s weight is lifted. It’s Bucky, metal fist holding the woman’s hands behind her back and flesh hand pressing a gun to her temple. Thea holds a palm up to him as she shakily gets to her feet, protectively keeping hold on the locket.

  “Or ask me now. No powers, no shooting.” Thea keeps her free hand raised to show her honesty. Herstellerin sneers, thrashing in Bucky’s grip, but his finger tap, tap, tapping against the trigger stills her.

  “The heart...how do you keep it going? Your powers have always required contact...” Herstellerin croaks. “I should know. Everyone else’s did...unless...”

  Thea doesn’t even want to dwell on the everyone else this sick creature could be referring to. To ease the very human nerves she possesses, Thea reaches into the waistband of her pants. She’s relieved to find the gun still there, despite being a little jostled. Her hands quake as she levels it with Herstellerin’s blood-streaked forehead, shuffling just an inch closer.

   “Unless what?” Thea breathes. Herstellerin pants, her crooked, yellow-toothed smile stained crimson. 

   “Unless they are better when you use them...what is that word you used to love so much?” It’s a taunt, and Thea knows it, but she can’t stop her nose from scrunching in irritation and Herstellerin sees it. “For good. For good...for love...you couldn’t stop that heart if your life depended on it.”

  “Not. Another. Word,” Thea growls With each word, Thea closes the gap. She presses the business-end of her gun right between Herstellerin’s pale, sunken eyes, but she can’t bring herself to hold it there. A gulp, and the gun tumbles to her feet. She replaces it with two of her fingers, and their trembling ceases as her powers course through them. Herstellerin goes slack in Bucky’s grip,  unconcious. No one moves for a tense moment. 

  “There’s a car out front,” Thea says to Bucky. She glances over to Natasha, who has taken Bucky’s place by Steve, talking softly to him. Thea gratefully notes Rhodey slowly sitting up. Bucky starts up the steep path to the exit, but Thea reaches to touch his shoulder. He looks back just as she presses her thumb to his brow. A deep gash drips blood into his eye, though it knits itself back together seamlessly under her ministrations. On instinct, Thea wipes any excess blood from his face with her sleeve before she steps back, cheeks warm. He offers her a rare smile.

   “Thanks, Doc.”

                                                 -

    One might be surprised to learn that even Avengers have zero qualms about sticking unconscious baddies into the trunk of a car. Bucky helps Nat tuck Steve into the backseat before he climbs in after him, Rhodes getting into the passenger side. Thea is lingering a little ways away, staring at the doors of the sinister facility, still hanging open. Natasha sidles up beside her. 

   “We could do a final sweep,” the Russian offers. Thea shakes her head, leaning over to whisper something in Natasha’s ear.

   By the time the Quinjet is well over the Pacific, news channels are already reporting a sudden sinkhole in Berlin. 

                                                               -

    A day later, following a thorough chewing out from Tony, Thea is on the roof of the compound. She still has briefings to attend when Steve and Rhodey are cleared, and there’s still the matter of what to do with Herstellerin. Wanda had accused her of avoiding people, but Thea knows it’s useless to even try. Even as she stands on the helipad, forest as far as the eye can see, someone speaks from behind her.

  “You didn’t call.” 

   Thea turns, broken from her reverie. She can’t help the smile that bursts across her face at the sight of Sam. He’s got a zip-up jacket held over one arm despite the fact he’s already wearing a jacket, and a faux-accusatory brow raised in her direction.

   “Sam-” She tries, but he raises a finger and lifts his chin dramatically as she makes her way towards him.

   “I’m a simple man, Dr. Triplett. I asked only one thing,” Sam presses on, the wind whipping through Thea’s tight curls as she stops in front of him. “You can blow up a damn underground lair, but you can’t give a man a phone call?”

    Thea laughs, for the first time since they’d arrived back in New York. The feeling is freeing, even as she shivers a little. She bats her eyelashes as best she knows how. “How can I ever make it up to you?”

  “I can think of one thing,” Sam smirks. Thea returns the sly expression as he wraps the extra hoodie around her shoulders. They breathe the same air now, toe to toe. She tilts her head just so - she was used to being close to men’s height, but she still feels electricity course through her when their noses brush.

   “And what is that?” Thea asks innocently, placing her hands over his on her shoulders. Sam leans forward and connects their lips in answer. The moment sets everything on fire, Thea thinks, heat travelling from her lips to her very soul. She smolders as Sam tangles one fist in her hair and slides the other to her waist, pulling her impossibly closer-

   “Hey, Sam - oh, shit, sorry guys, I thought-” 

    Thea and Sam jump apart. She’s still clutching the jacket about her as he glares. Steve is hunched halfway in the rooftop stairwell, cheeks beet-red and eyes trying to look anywhere but the pair before him. “Sorry. Thea, Sam was supposed to tell you-”

   “That Wanda wants us all at movie night,” Sam finishes, smoothly sliding his arm back into place around Thea’s waist. “If you’d be so kind as to attend, m’lady.”

   Thea finds herself reduced to giggles all over again as she shoots a wink at Steve. “I’d be honored, sir.”

    Steve, ever the gentleman, gestures for them to go down ahead of him. The stairway is narrow, Sam keeping a hand on the small of Thea’s back. She tunes out he and Steve’s ensuing cat-fight as best as possible. However, once the three of them wedge into the elevator, Steve hesitantly asks that they don’t ‘canoodle’ during the film, which has Sam jokingly pulling him into a headlock.

     Despite all of this, Thea can’t shake the moment from her mind. Wanda drags Thea into the kitchen before she can sit down, wrinkling her nose.

   “Stop thinking so loud,” the witch hisses, shoving a nearly overflowing bowl of popcorn into Thea’s hands. Her disgusted facade is ruined by a proud little smile. “So he finally wooed you, huh?”

   “Yeah, I guess he did,” Thea whispers back as reenter the common area. After passing out the bowls, Wanda pats the space beside her, and Thea joins her on one of the couches. Sam is sprawled out on another beside Natasha. Nat appears to be reluctantly passing Tony a handful of cash. “Hey, did you guys be-”

   “The movie’s starting!” Wanda exclaims, wedging a handful of food into Thea’s mouth. In that in that moment, Thea can’t even find it in herself to be angry.