#jessica: rude text

[awesomechocolatesauce]

Certain people like to harp on Ben for being mean in early season one and stick to that characterization of him throughout the entire show ("he started out as a douche and ended as a douche"), so I'd like to counter that.

Here's a list, just from the top of my head, of the good things Ben has done:

Acknowledged he and Devi make a good team

Didn't rat Devi out to her mom about Model UN

Allowed Devi to stay in his house when she was having a fight with her mom

Helped Devi reunite with Fabiola and Eleanor

Broke the law and risked his safety to drive Devi to Malibu so she can spread her dad's ashes

Immediately informed Paxton that they were both dating Devi

While still being mad at Devi, he helped her relieve a leg cramp

Went into the bathroom to comfort Devi after she was publicly rejected by Paxton

Apologized to Aneesa for how he treated her during their relationship*

Helped Paxton write his college essay

Told Devi that Des' mom was getting him to break up with her

Apologized to Devi for icing her out

Saved Devi from a creep and got punched in the face

Gave Devi a pep talk at Princeton "You know who you are"

Immediately told Devi that someone in their school was accepted into Princeton

Wanted to end things with Margot on friendly terms

Gave Devi a pep talk and comforted her after she wasn't accepted into any colleges

Congratulated Devi on getting accepted into Princeton

Flew all the way from New York to California just to confess his feelings for Devi

Wow, how mean he is! No character development whatsoever! 😭😂 Add more if you want.

* I don't think it was all Ben's fault for how he and Aneesa's relationship ended. Even if Devi wasn't in the picture, I firmly believe that they were just incompatible.

[whoblewboobear]

We gotta put Jace and Porter in a Netflix dating reality show/Love Island/bachelor au. They’d either be the couple that wins at the end just to breakup or arguably the strongest couple by the end that doesn’t win but stays together after the show.

They’re so messy and toxic at the reunion just fighting with all the other contestants and maybe the host too if they try to bring up Porter coupling up with someone else and leaving Jace in danger of going home one week.

If it’s love island it’s 100% bc of Casa Amour. Jace flirted a bit and played the game but ultimately doesn’t choose to couple up with with someone new. The producers showed the everyone back at the house footage of what happened in the other villa and Porter fucking sees red watching Jace flirt with all the new casa amour people. When the new singles arrive to the villa Porter wastes no time to chat a cute guy up and take him back to the hideaway.

When the other half of the house gets back and Jace sees Porter looking VERY cozy with someone else and he’s distraught. Him and Porter have a screaming match by the bar that night. Viewers are eating this shit UP. Sandra-Lynn and Halo have to pull Jace away from Porter before he beats the shit out of him. Porter is just being so cocky and rude and smirking at Jace like “let him hit me~” Jace pulls a reality tv classic and spits in Porter’s face. Porter who is reveling in the fucking mess of it all. That man is a perfect reality tv villain. A true chaos agent the villa.

Both of their talking heads in the confessional are so insane at this point too. Jace is trying to pretend he doesn’t care in between clips of him crying and screaming and being comforted by half the house lmao, meanwhile Porter is doubling down and saying if Jace wasn’t so quick to shove his tongue people’s throats he wouldn’t have coupled up with *checks notes* hetero Jessica? He barely remembers this poor woman’s name it’s awful. He says at the next re-coupling he’s getting back with Jace but he likes to watch him squirm a little bit.

Jace HATES that he has to depend on Porter to choose him again, so he puts in the work and starts chatting up Zara and they hit. It. Off. Jace is probably calm for the first time in weeks since he got there. It’s days before the recoupling Zara tells Jace that she likes this but wants to stick with Lucilla. She does mention that Porter is planning on recoupling with him though. That she heard it from Gorthalax. Jace does hate how happy it makes him but he wants to play hard to get and see if Porter atleast comes to talk to him at some point. And he does!

Porter ends up winning some challenge. He can choose to go on 3 dates with anyone of his choosing. When he gets the text he reads it for the group but immediately beelines to catch a producer to ask if it has to be a different person for each date or if he can go on all of them with one person. The producers are seeing the ratings and the dollars skyrocketing from this stunt so they allow it.

When Jace gets summoned for the first date he’s a little put out because you always save the person you actually wanna couple up with for last, right? Porter is gonna tell him he’s not picking him. WRONG.

Porter is genuinely being so romantic and sweet and it’s probably the best day they’ve shared in the villa. But by the time the first date would be wrapping up, Jace places a hand on Porter’s arm and says it’s okay if he doesn’t choose him. Porter raises an eyebrow and asks him why he’d think that. Jace asks who his next two dates are with and when Porter responds with “you.” Jace tears up and kisses him.

They definitely don’t win the show but they do end up very happy together post-show.

[gaysindistress]

When Night Comes - Nine

Summary: Who would win in a staring contest? New York’s resident mob boss and master of the side eye Bucky Barnes or the daycare teacher who really wants to go home and smoke?

pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader

warnings: mob!Bucky, cursing, major character death (but I think some of you have been waiting for this), weapons, blood, 

word count: 2.7k

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Tag list: @vickie5446 @cakesandtom  @buckybarnessimpp @hidden-treasures21​ @unaxv​ @mal-adaptive-dreams @elizacusi-blog​ @vonalyn @thebuckybarnesvault

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Jessica had sent Sunny a rather vague text stating that she would be over and they needed to talk. Calling her and blowing up her phone with texts did nothing to ease the anxiety in Sunny considering that Jessica never responded. It had been weeks of constant anxiety and worry no thanks to Bucky appearing in her life and finding out that Alix is in New York. Everything that she had worked for was about to come crashing down around her and at this point, she’s not even sure she’d survive it this time. New York was the only place she would think of that would be far enough away and big enough for Alix to not be able to find her, aside from moving abroad. But with what little money she had, Sunny had no way of getting any fake documents and there was no way she would risk Alix tracking her if she used her real ones. 

So here she is in New York after five years of hiding, awaiting the return of her devilish ex with no way out and no reassurance that she would make it to the other side of this. The appearance of Bucky and Yelena did little to ease her wrecked nervous system. Sure they may be able to protect her for a little from Alix but Sunny was bed hopping at this point; jumping from a Lycan bed to a Strigoi bed. On the bright side, it seemed like whatever business the Strigoi were involved in, it was either less illegal than Alix’s or they hid it better. So far she had heard of any police raids or anything that would suggest that Bucky and his people were being looked at by the police. Either way, monsters are still monsters, meaning that associating with any of them meant bad news for humans. 

In her usual fashion, Jessica walks right into Sunny’s apartment and loudly announces that she’s arrived and needs coffee. From her bedroom, Sunny all but rolls out of bed and barely greets her friend in the kitchen who is making herself right at home with the coffee pot. 

“Your text made it sound like you needed to talk to me about something serious.”

Jessica throws her a smile over her shoulder and continues with the task at hand, “I mean it’s not that serious but I like to be mysterious. Keeps you on your toes.”

“No it’s just fucking rude.”

“Rude to you but fun for me.”

Sunny rolls her eyes and plops down on the couch, wrapping herself in the blanket from the night before. The kiss and the hurt in Yelena’s eyes flash before her and she throws it, earning a look from jessica. She grabs another one and stares blankly at the offending piece of fabric on the floor. Jessica drops a cup on the coffee table for Sunny and sits in the same spot Bucky sat the night before. 

“Are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” “M fine,” Sunny mumbles, still fixated on the blanket, “What did you want to talk to me about?”

“Wow just diving right in, okay,” Jessica says, placing her cup next to Sunny’s untouched one, “I don’t really know how to say this.”

Sunny rips her eyes away to narrow her eyes at Jessica, “Just say it.”

The other woman starts fiddling with her nails, pulling the top of her finger from the acrylic as she searches for the right words. 

“Jesus just come out with it.”

“Sunny this isn’t something I can just come out and say.” “Yes it is.” “No you don’t understand,” Jessica looks at her dead on and lets her eyes flash gold as a light start. Sunny takes in a sharp breath and tosses the blanket as she scrambles to get off of the couch. Anger, hurt, embarrassment, and betrayal race through her as she processes what she just witnessed. 

“I’m not going to hurt you, I promise. I’m still your best friend, nothing has changed that,” Jessica states in a calm voice, staying seated so as to not spook her, “Please come sit down.”

“You are not my best friend. You’re a fucking Lycan and you never told me,” Sunny breaths angrily, “Get. The. Fuck. Out.”

“Y/N sit down. Now.”

Sunny goes completely still, her body refusing to move while her brain screams at her to run or at the very least, don’t stand still. 

“I don’t have a lot of time and there’s a lot we need to talk about.”

“Then talk and start with how you know my name.”

Jessica clenches her jaw but answers anyways, “We knew each other in Fresno.”

“No we didn’t.”

“Yes we did, I just had blonde hair and everyone called me Amy,” she argues, grabbing her phone to show her a picture of them together with Alix in the middle. “I swear to god Jessica, Amy or whatever the fuck your name is, if you don’t get out right now, I will call the police.”

“They can’t do anything.”

Sunny starts to back up slowly however Jessica snorts at her poor attempt at running away. 

“Alix is my pack leader and she sent me to keep tabs on you but I’m here to warn you. She’s planning on wiping out the entire New York Strigoi leadership and taking you back. You need to leave right now before she can get any closer.”

“Does she know where I am?” “She’s always known. She just likes to play with her food beforehand. ”

“So you’re telling me that she’s known where I’ve been this entire time,” Sunny drags a hand down her face at the realization that her safety has been fake this whole time and she’s never actually been free.

“Where do you expect me to go? It’s not like I can hop on my private jet and leave.”

Jessica shrugs, “I can’t help you with that. If I know where you might be at, Alix will be able to use that. I suggest that you find some place that she would never think of.”

“That’s really helpful, thank you for your wonderful advice,” Sunny scoffs while she fully backs into the kitchen. Her knives are within reach but they’re useless against a Lycan’s strength. Still she snatches one and holds it between her and Jessica. 

“Put that down and go pack. Alix has a tracker on my phone so she’ll know that I was here and will hunt me down first.”

“As if I believe you.”

Jessica’s phone rings as if on cue and she answers it, putting on a fake smile and voice when she greets Alix on the other line. 

“Hey girly what’s up?”

“Nope just hanging with my bestie.”

“She’s good.”

“No problem. I’ll be home in an hour. See ya then,” she hangs up and makes eye contact with Sunny, “Alix is on her way here. You need to get out of here like right now.”

Sunny turns and sprints to her room, slamming the door behind her and locking it with shaky hands. Like it did nights before, her chest starts to grow tighter as her breathing becomes shallower. Her hands shake as she tries to pull her thoughts together but to no avail. Without a second thought, she starts to throw random clothes into a backpack. Anything that she sees, she grabs and quickly pulls on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. She hears Jessica moving around in the front room as she slips her shoes on. A knock at her front door scares her and she drops her phone on the ground, shattering the screen as it hits the wood. 

The sound of boots dropping down has her whipping her head towards her window to see Bucky crawling into her room. He holds a finger to his lip as Yelena and Steve climb in behind him. They all have guns drawn and held out in front of them. Bucky waves a hand for her to come closer but she stays put. 

“Come here,” he whispers as Yelena and Steve flank either side of her bedroom door, whispering amongst themselves. 

“Don’t look back and keep your head down,” he whispers when he approaches her, his hand gently grabbing her by her bicep, “Stay next to me and duck when I tell you, do you understand?”

“What the fuck is going on?” Sunny whispers back, trying to rip her arm away from him but his grip tightens. 

“I’ll tell you later but we need to go now.”

“No.”

“No? Let me walk you through a hypothetical. Can I walk you through a hypothetical?”

“Stop arguing like an old married couple and go,” Steve hisses at them. Bucky grumbles something under his breath and pulls her towards the window while she weakly struggles against his grip. Alix’s voice booms through the small apartment, rattling the walls in Sunny’s mind. 

“I know you’re here, Y/N, and I know you have those fucking blood suckers with you.”

“Come on draga,” he says while pushing her out of the window with a hand on her head to help her duck and other with the gun pointed behind them. There’s more pounding on the door while Steve and Yelena back up to cover them better as they slip out of the window and down the fire escape. 

Bucky takes her backpack from her and goes down before her as Sunny climbs after him. The fear of Alix is worse than blindly following Bucky. 

The door splinters as Alix breaks it down and Steve warns her to stay put before he empties his clip into her. She laughs maniacally and questions if he would really shoot his kid’s daycare teacher just to get to her. Without being able to see what’s going on, Sunny can only assume that she’s holding Jessica in front of her as a shield. She tries to stop and climb back up but Yelena and Bucky both push her to keep going down. Neither allows her to get very far as Steve tries to negotiate with the madwoman of a Lycan. 

“She’s going to kill Jess,”  she hisses at Yelena. 

“And Jess was helping her get you and kill us so keep moving,” Bucky pipes up from behind her. 

“Jess is still my friend, you dick.”

“No she’s not,” he says lowly, his voice dropping an octave. 

She turns her attention to Yelena, “You’re friends with her.”

“I wouldn’t call us that…”

Her sentence is cut off by the sound of shots firing and a heavy thud. Alix’s angry growl rips through the air around them and Steve shouts down to them to get a fucking move on it. More shots ring out that are followed by more pissed off shouts from Alix. Sunny isn’t able to comprehend what the thud is because Bucky wraps his arm around her waist and tugs her off the ladder. He doesn’t let her go as he helps Yelena and Steve down, his arm still wrapped tightly around her waist. 

The four of them take off towards the street and they clamor into Bucky’s mercedes. Sunny is shoved into the backseat and she makes eye contact with a bloody Alix as she drops to the ground. Not a thing has changed about the Lycan in the five years that it’s been since they last saw each other. She’s even still wearing her signature black and white braids albeit some are stained red from what she assumes is Jessica’s blood. She clasps a hand over her mouth as the dry tears burn her eyes. Alix gives her a deadly smirk as they speed away from the curb as if to say ‘this isn’t over’.

Yelena grabs her free hand and tries to coax her to look at her, “Hey look at me.”

Sunny drops her head into her hands after she pulls her hand back and silent sobs take over her. Bucky looks over his shoulder at Yelena and then to Sunny. Yelena and him share a concerned look as Steve nervously checks the mirrors, praying that Alix isn’t following them. 

“I don’t think anywhere in the city is going to be safe, Buck,” he tells their boss. 

Bucky lets out a deep sigh, “I don’t think this country is going to be safe.”

“Bucharest?”

Bucky nods in agreement, “I’ll call Peggy and let her know. Yelena get the plane ready.”

“You’re not taking me out of the country,” Sunny says, struggling to keep a stable voice. 

“Do you want to be safe?” Bucky remarks. 

“You’re not taking me out of the country,” she repeats. 

Bucky repeats his own question but when he doesn’t get an answer back, he nods to Steve that they will be going to Romania regardless of what Sunny says. 

The car fills with a thick tension as Sunny zones out on the passing landscape outside of the window. Within a matter of minutes, everything came crashing down around her and her only chance at survival might be her end after all. 

Alix smirks as she makes eye contact with Y/N through the car window. When the car speeds away, she turns and climbs back up the ladder, wincing at the pain blooming in her shoulder. Pushing through, she barely pulls herself into the landing in front of Y/N’s window and takes a shaky breath. The blood loss is starting to blur her vision but she has shit to do. Blood smears on the window seal where she grips it for stability and she drops into the apartment. Sirens blare in the distance as the cops that neighbors called race towards her. 

Jessica gasps for air as the blood pools around her. She tries to reach for Alix, asking for help but she kicks the hand aside and steps over her body. She half turns to her and spits on her like she’s the biggest disgrace to ever grace this planet. Continuing her slow walk, she shuts the bedroom door and leaves Jessica just as she said she would if she betrayed her.

Alix grabs a towel and wraps it around the wound in her shoulder and gingerly pulls a sweatshirt she found in the living room on. The smell tells her that it’s Y/N’s and the familiarity of it calms her nerves but they begin to unravel again as she remembers that she chose the Strigoi over her. For the sake of time, she doesn’t take it off and leaves the apartment, pulling the hood up so no one can get a decent look at her face. Thankfully no one has really come out to see what happened and she’s able to slip out without being noticed or questioned. 

A small black car is waiting for her when she exits the building and she quickly climbs in. Juliette goes to question her about the smell of blood however she can sense the rage just beneath the surface of Alix’s skin. She keeps her mouth shut and her question to herself as she hides them in the flow of traffic. Alix drops her head back and lets her eyes shut as she tries to slow her breathing and hopefully slow the rush of blood coming from her shoulder. 

“Jessica is dead,” is the first thing that she says. 

Juliette hums along with the sound of her blinker. 

“They took Y/N but I don’t know where they’re going. Has that Strigoi bitch said anything?”

“Uh,” Juliette pauses as she glances at the car’s screen, “She said they’re going to Romania but that’s all she knows.”

“Fuck,” she hisses and grips her shoulder hard, “Figure out how to get us there and tell her to not let Y/N out of her sight.”

[torrentialstardust]

UMINEKO X DRAWTECTIVES: ROSÉ AND JESSICA, GRENDAN AND GEORGE

Jessie and Rosé were fun, both Rosé and Grenda have swoopy hair since I was drawing from Karina's art for reference and she does that a lot. I'm not sure if I did Rosé's hair right but it was still fun drawing it, and of course Jessica's hair in buns. I think Jessie's hands and arms could've use some work but when don't they? I feel like they'd get along well. I almost wrote "not taken seriously" for both of them, but I felt like the text was already a bit crowding.

Oh also these pieces were transer than you'd think. George was a joke, but I think there's weight to TF!Kanon as a headcanon, and I thought the joke about Ogalvy being a devilled egg was clever.

George's key character trait is that he sucks, and since Grandma's first appearances were his "lady duel" drawing and being rude to Avis, I think they work as good foils. I hope I drew her well enough that they look like they're pulling off the banana suit. I actually did this one crazy fast, it was surprising.

I've been speeding up lately, it's a wondeful feeling! Really feel like I've got some mojo back from a while ago. At first I was disturbed that I was able to draw George in Grandma's intricate romper in such a short amount of time but then I managed to get the next piece done the next day (foreshadowing!) so I think it's just that I'm on a roll. I've got a few other ideas of what to draw too.

In terms of the NezumiVA readthrough, I'm really interested to see how so many of the plot threads move forward and coalesce. Link to the stream is here, and comms are open as always. Have a nice evening, much love! <3

[tojiscrack]

OKAYOKAY (you don’t have to post it btw if it’s too much i feel like im goning to rant😭)

the party doesn’t start till nine right? we spend the whole day out just hopping store to store (mind you we had the whole day to get costumes) we stop at like two spirit halloweens, five below, and like two walmarts and ofc the mall.

before we went to his house tho we went to the movies row at h terrifier 3 , the last time we hung out we didn’t get to watch it bc this fuck ass movie theater was like “you have to be 21 to take her inside 🧍‍♀️” so we came to a ghetto one so we can see it tg(that was my second time seeing it) okayokay we get to the house, we have two hours to spare so we nap (obviously) THEN WE SUDDENLY HAVE 10 MINUTES TILL THE PARTY? so we’re trying on our face paint and rushing (we just went as dead ppl) his friend gets there to the party and we’re just all chilling down stairs till more ppl get there fr, we had dominos and the roommate sister (we’ll call her Jessica Rabbit bc that was her costume) shows us all these jell-o shots and jello syringes she made. I got to have first pic bc i raised my hand fastest 😼 i got a blue on bc blue is awesome, from there everyone just starts talking a bit yk? the music gets going and we’re all mingling, there was a girl dressed as zoro (reminded me of my @zoropookie LMFAO but she was a dick, acted like those rude popular girls at school who try to be angsty but are just dicks about it) anyway Jessica Rabbit shows these cones she made and i took one not expected it to hit as hard as it did 😭 BUT I MADE A MISTAKE DOING THAT BC THREE HITS IN AND I FELT BLASTED? i finish the rest and start feeling groggy and just overwhelmed. Eventually we end up going inside and i was vibing with this one quiet girl (we were low key quite tg) we don’t know what to do with ourselves, we look around just kinda question things- “couch?” “couch is a good spot yeah” i swore the couch wasn’t as comfy before i got high, we agree it was the best place to sit, then my night kinda starts going south :/ there’s this guy dressed as chucky, he seemed to be on smth else? that or he was just anxious but anyway he sat next to me and was like “so how do yall know ___” i sat there like this 🧍‍♀️ BC I DIDNT KNOW WTF HE SAID?? so i told him “sorry im too high for this rn” and he left to land a caca in a porcelain bowl. I start feeling a little sick so i turn to the girl and said “hey i think k better go lay down” “no pls go lay down if you need to” “i might knock out tbh, it was really dope smoking with you tho” “i agree it was fun, i’ll see you later okay?” after that i walk up the stairs (as im walking i look for my cousin but he was busy playing beer pong) so i just go to the room, he comes up at some point to check on me and sends me a text saying to come down when i want, that he wants me to have fun.

THEN I PASS OUT? i just remember him coming into the room to complain abt how fucked up he got, after that he leaves again, then comes back like an hour later? and he finally goes to sleep but then i’m the one awake :( that’s when i realize i should’ve gone back down bc they started playing good music after i left, i just stayed in the room trying to go back to sleep.

SO it wasn’t all that nice? but i had a good time for the two hours i was actually there. This was nothing compared to the small party he had for his graduation tho.. still kinda upset i didn’t do more yk?

SORRY SORY THIS GOT SO LONG

woah 😨

[srorgana1]

Invocation

Paring: Vampire Kylo/Hunter Rey

Warnings: Dark Themes (apporaching Dead Dove, you have been warned), Supernatural/Paranormal, Blood, Violence, Gore, Death, NSFW 18+, Sexual Content, Psychological and Physical Torture, Kidnapping, Hatred towards organized religion, Pain, Major/Minor character death/injury, Demonic Possession

Chapter Fifteen

Rey doesn’t know how but three weeks pass by quickly. She eats, sleeps and breathes the investigation like the other Hunters. The patrols have increased by double, investigating all potential leads. She had been back to AXS more then she had cared for and due to Bronte’s rudeness last week they were now banned.

She remembers glowering at Baal’s smug grin as his Nagas kicked them out that night. He simply chuckled when Bronte threw insults and curses at him, but he ignored him and looked to her. His mouth widened more as he took her in. “Good, very good” he says ominously as he turns and walks back inside.

Little to say Windu was not pleased. They had gotten an earful about how their behavior that night was damaging to their alliances with the Supernatural community. The vein pulsed in his forehead along with his irritated energy when he told them to get out of his sight.

She understood the stress he was under. She has heard what the media was saying about The Order. How they cannot protect Supernaturals. There is even some rumblings in more obscure circles that they are the reason for it all. That they are focused on bringing back a time of blood purity or some other nonsense like that.

Rey rubs her eyes as she submits her latest report. Another eight hour patrol with no new leads and no new answers. She takes a drink of her lukewarm tea as her phone buzzes.

She looks down to see texts from Jessica and Kylo. Kylo. Her heart clinched painfully at the memory of his interrogation. She will never forgive herself for letting Bronte and Hawthorn grill him with questions. He answered them all honestly, all the while never taking his eyes off her.

There was no way he was involved, especially since Vicrul Hemming was the one who asked him to get involved and was vetted and approved by The Council. He was quickly cleared as a suspect but the damage was done. Rey saw how people averted him in the hallways now. Worse still, he was removed from the field team and placed in a supportive role.

Rey feels a sudden wave of guilt. She should’ve done something. She knew his magick and clearly knew he was not damned. She looks down at his text message at a loss. She decides to respond to Jessica first, confirming a coffee date tomorrow. Her phone buzzes again.

His new text was brief but it felt like a punch in the gut. I know you are avoiding me and I don’t blame you for it. I would too if I were in your position. I am still here though if you want to resume. Best Kylo. She puts her phone down and covers her face with her hands. Why did it hurt to be away from him? She felt so at peace in his arms not so long ago.

She feels her magick tingle as she shakes off a shiver. It wants him, she thinks. Her magick is craving to be near him again and to feel whole. “Fuck it” she mutters, grabbing her phone. Her fingers fly over the screen sending him a message.

Kylo, I am so sorry for making you feel that way. I would like to continue. When are you free? Her thumb hovers for a moment before hitting send. She takes a breath and takes a peak inside at her magick. She smiles as the tendrils dance happily.

---

Kylo turns and shuts the door behind him. He hears Trudgen’s low rumble and the clicking of computer keys. “Hey Ren” Vicrul says, scooting out a chair for him. He turns and sees Vicrul and Trudgen sitting there, waiting on him.

Trudgen side eyed him as he takes a seat. “I have some stuff you will be interested to see” he says as he turns the computer towards him. He quickly reads through the first document, his brow crinkling in displeasure. “Yeah, I’m not happy about it either Kylo” Trudgen says.

Kylo looks away, his anger simmering in his veins. Of course The Order would drop a statement regarding him and the investigation. It was worded very vague and very politically correct but it said what it needed to. He was called out and officially a pariah now.

“You know this doesn’t mean shit to me” Vicrul says “I talked to The Council and they aren’t removing your credentials. Are you still in this with me brother?” Kylo looks up into Vicrul’s tired eyes. “'Til the end” he says, nodding. Vicrul smirks and waves his hand, magicking them three ceramic cups full of rich smelling coffee. “Show off” Trudgen mutters, taking a cup.

Kylo chuckles as he takes a cup, turning it in his hands. “By the way she finally responded” he says as he takes a sip. Both men looked up at him. “See I told you Kylo, she just needed time” Vicrul says. He smiles softly, thankful for his brothers’ understanding of his situation.

“She’s a intuitive one. Very smart on her feet. She will be one to reckon with once she has full control of her powers” Trudgen says as he clicks into The Order’s encrypted security mainframe. He sits up straighter and finishes his cup, forcing himself not to react to that fantasy. “So what have you found?” he asked. Trudgen turns the computer more to the left so the screen is visible to the three of them.

“He’s up to something” Trudgen mumbles as the watch the security cameras from the Infirmary. Kylo watches Trudgen fast forward, the medical staff and patients quickly moving back and forth through the space as the time passed. He stops and lets it play. “Now watch.”

The camera facing Poe’s side begins to flicker and freezes just a bit before returning to normal. Kylo focuses his eyes on the blurry screen. Poe’s bed is empty. The camera records for a while before it flickers again and then goes black. When the picture resumes, Poe is in his room taking off a black coat. They watch him look side to side then slide back into bed placing the C-collar back on.

Trudgen fast forwards through the next couple days showing Poe disappearing and reappearing at random times always with his phone and cigarette. They watched him talk with Bronte a lot and cause trouble on the ward. He would wave his hand and make monitors and other medical equipment alarm and spark. He smiles wickedly as the staff respond frantically.

They stop during another random evening to watch Poe reappear talking aggressively on the phone. He paced and paced, his free hand clinched at his side. They watched as he got off the phone, yelling in apparent frustration. His tantrum made the camera flicker violently before going black.

“That son of a bitch” Vicrul says crossing his arms “you were right Kylo.” Kylo sits back and sighs. “So now we know he is a Demon but question is what is he up to and how do find out?” Vicrul asks Trudgen.

Trudgen smirks as he clicks open a document. “I may be able to help with that. So due to the lovely outdated system The Order uses, it saves drafts of reports when you take too much time in between typing. It clogs up their mainframe and IT has to trash them periodically. But lucky for us…” he says motioning to the screen.

Both men look at the two documents on the screen time stamped half hour apart. Kylo’s eyes widen at the differences between them. “He is involved. Why would he falsify a document like this for any other reason?” he says. “A good question indeed Ren, but we need hard evidence before we can bring it to Windu” Trudgen says rubbing his hand through his short hair.

Kylo rubs his jaw at a loss. It’s obvious to him Poe is working for the Devil's Guard. They have to do this carefully not to tip him off. Influencing is out of the question since he seems to do it regularly as is any use of force.

He hears Vicrul growling lowly next to him. He looks over to see his eyes glowing gold and his incisors sharpening as he grits his teeth. “This asshole knows where my son is and I can’t fucking do anything about it” he spits out.

“Calm yourself Vic we will make him pay” Trudgen says, clicking into another program. “I uploaded a high grade encrypted tracking system into the Hunters’ phone system. It’s untraceable and by using this program we can see where they all are at all times.”

Kylo watches the screen light up with red dots across the map. Majority were located at Headquarters but some are spread out throughout the city and surrounding counties. “I pinned Dameron so it will notify us of any movement. Hopefully he will inadvertently lead us to them” Trudgen says. “Can you add Rey to that list?” Kylo says without thinking. Both men look at him surprised. Shit. “You know just in case…” he says, looking away.

He doesn’t see the look Vicrul and Trudgen share as Trudgen clicks the mouse a couple times. “Sure Ren. Why not?” he says, chuckling lowly. Kylo doesn’t know why he feels he needs to do this but his gut is telling him Rey is in danger. He has seen how Poe has looked at her and the last thing he wants is her alone with him.

He hears his phone vibrate in his pocket. He pulls it out and smiles. “Lemme guess?” Vicrul says next to him. “Fuck off” he replies with no malice. All three men chuckle and resume looking into documents, working towards building a solid case against Dameron and for clues to where the Guard’s headquarters is before something else happens.

[rayasland]

⌗ HASHIRA ICKS ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁

➜ a/n ; my apology for being off for a while 🤭 also, HAPPY LATE NEW YEARRR!! i cant believe its already march MASTERLIST WILL BE REOPENED SOON 🥲 part 2 when i decide to get my lazy ass out of bed [TYSM FOR 200 FOLLOWERS ILYSM 🫶🏾🫶🏾]

➜ warnings ; swearing, not proof read so expect some mistakes

➜ genre ; crack, fluff(?)

★ MITSURI !

she would DEFINITELY act like those vsco mfs. like you would be meeting up for a study date or something and she'll bring out the largest water bottle known to man and all while you stare at her struggle to lift it out her bag. to this day you wonder how she's able to carry that around everyday.

her nicknames get progressively worse. she goes from "hey my love!" to "i love you so much my beloved pumpkin kitty kat sugar boo boo!!"

i feel like she'd also be those mfs that make it so obvious someone is talking about them. except she does it by accident. "babe," you whisper, "see that dude behind our table? he's my ex. you remember elijah right?" and then she's turning right around, pointing and saying out loud, "elijah? ohhh your ex!" you just facepalmed as your ex turned around, giving the two of you a dirty look.

she'd try way too hard to seem intimidating (canon) but no matter how much she tries, as soon as the person she's arguing with says something rude back, she's sobbing on the ground. "ugh your lipgloss is soooo outdated." she says rolling her eyes at the person that insulted you. "you're one to talk about outdated. you have fucking scrunchies and a huge ass hydroflask that you never really even drink from anyways. also, those bracelets you're wearing are the presents i got for my 5 year old niece. on top of that you act like regina george from wish.”

you best know the next day she came into college looking like a whole other person. soon she got really popular for having the “glow up of the year” (i am having way too much fun with this 😭😭)

★ TENGEN !

overuses the same jokes to the point where its so cringe you have to cover your face out of second hand embarrassment. "why did the cow cross the road? to-" "-go to the moovies. i know," you say rolling your eyes. “how did you know!” he asks and you just stare at him like 😃

also texts like a he came straight out of youtube comments. "No one: Absolutely No one: My dog: Me: *laughs at a fish dying*" "HAHAHA BABE UR SO FUNNY HAHAHA" while in real life you’re texting that with a face straighter than drake (friends suggestion bc i literally asked her who’s the straightest person she knows)

he talks and acts like a british dad😭😭 “hey darling me and the rest of the lads are gonna watch the new chelsea game against arsenal.” and u think nothing of it until u start hearing them shout “PASS THE BALL YOU FUCKING TWAT!” and cheering as loud as if he were at a concert when his team scores.

he’s terrible at thirst traps ☠️ you were at an important work meeting when you heard a ding from your phone. it was a message from your husband. “Hope you enjoyed the show baby girl 😻🥵🍆” and you try your absolute best to not start bursting out laughing when you see the video of him thrusting his hips into the camera like ricardo milos. and to make things worse, one of your co-workers looked over your shoulder to see what you were looking at and immediately started laughing. then everyone wanted to know what you were watching and the whole room erupted in giggles. safe to say everyone would make references to the video whenever uzui was around while the guy himself kept wondering if they were talking about him or it was just inside joke he doesn’t know about☠️

★ RENGOKU !

speaks really loud for no damn reason... (canon)

like you would be talking shit about someone in the cafeteria the he would be speaking so loudly basically the whole world could hear him. "babe, you know jessica from class 2?" you whisper, "yeah apparently she was caught fucking Mr Wilson to get a higher grade in chem.."

"i always knew jessica was a slut!" he practically screams, earning a few turned heads. "i could tell just by the way she walked up to me on wednesday!" you facepalmed as he continued to ruin not only his reputation, but yours as well. "and did you see the way she was practically begging for sir to screw her! like this girl would do anything to get laid!" by now the whole cafeteria (including the dinner ladies) turned to look at rengoku. some laughed and some gave him the nasiest look they could muster (her friends).

you were NOT surprised when an angry jessica made her way to your table.

he leaves the bathroom door open after he’s taken the most stomach-churning, revolting, nauseating, egregious, execrable, beastly shit so whenever he leaves, the horrible stench of shit makes you want to vomit your dinner out. and to make things worse, he always and i mean ALWAYS forgets to flush the toilet.

the smell was so bad you considered if it was a good idea to let him live with you.

“kyo.. do you mind closing the door after you do your business in the toilet and flush the toilet?” it was like talking to to a kid “or at least use the air freshener so i don’t have to smell it.”

and you almost rejoiced to the Lord when he immediately agreed and promised he’ll remmeber to close the door behind him (he still forgot a few times but it’s fine i think 😁).

all his clothing from socks to even underwear are fire themed. your friends always wonder how you manage to walk out standing next to him, who’s wearing a fire hoodie, fire trousers to match, and trouser nike’s. you once took him shopping so he can actually find another fashion style he likes instead of dressing like a 13 year old boy from 2015 but he resisted and continued arguing about how fire is like his own watermark. you eventually just gave up and suck it up when people on the streets laughed at him or gave him weird looks. he’s lucky you love him so much.

* RAYASLAND … 2023

[archive-of-the-incident]

Hopefully that bitch is gone for good. Good riddance. Special fucking shoutout to all you bitches who participated and reveled in this bullshit and had fun suddenly claiming to be my victim and all that bullshit.

Special thanks to these pieces of shits for participating!! :

Frangusmadgator

Sam-harz

Cagneyblooms

Avalon, aka The-Mind-Den and The-Brain-Hideout

Inkygreen

Sectonia, aka morningfawns

The Hot Topic System

Chipssillyfunfun

And anyone else I fucking missed!!

People who suddenly fuckinf switched up last minute and got a brain:

Pb-simp (They came at us at first tho and we have proof, bro was desperate to peddle accusations that they knew nothing about and when Fawn roasted the fuck out of them and caught them they claimed suddenly they’re suicidal. (That’s so popular in this fandom..)

Fictional Men Enthusiast, aka Barlow- Bro was one of the OG’s who spread the disgusting hate and fake sexual allegations about Brandon but for some reason he stopped and dmed us and stuck by us through this whole thing. But after a while he never texted again and just went blank so we said fuck it and moved on. But thank you for helping.

Cheeseburger Man- Bro was a fucking asshole with Fawn especially with that bullshit of hushing her and like “shut up” on call which pissed her off and then he got surprised that she chewed him the fuck out for that and the rudeness of him never actually talking, only speaking over people with dumb fucking memes or random words. Had enough of that shit so we were out. However, he did say no to Chip and asked us first what was going on. Props to him.

Some-Normal-Jessica - Thank you for listening to all that we told you about what happened and for being here. It was an honor to meet somebody who drew me so well, and you made my favorite design. It’s so cool to be able to get to know you more in depth, and not just only see art as a side of you. Can’t wait to hang out with you more.

Brandon- You were off and on, it’d be unfair and doing you dirty to even comment.

[queenxfthedxmned]

continued for @lcvebirds . prev

as the other two walked back into the room, adrian couldn't help but smile. with knowing that carrie agreed to meet him, there was nothing that could bring him down now. at wyatt's request, he remained silent for a moment — thankful that carrie spoke up to put him in his place. he moved forward, looking at jessica with a faded smile. he knew it was unkind, but the only woman on his mind was carrie. "i'm sorry, you're lovely, but i don't think is going to work. it was lovely meeting you though." he gave her a small pat on the shoulder, allowing wyatt to walk her out before turning to finish helping carrie with the dishes. "was that rude of me?" he questioned, beginning to wash the final dish. "i will, text you by the way. later tonight.."

[xprojectrpg]

This Day in X-Project - September 4

2015: Alison wonders if she should dye her hair again. Laurie posts an article about wormholes. Jubilee asks if anyone wants gifts while she is in Cairo. Sue texts Alison and ask how she is doing with lasers. Lorna texts Alex that California is a go and if he would like to join her at her work. Gabriel is interested in learning about being a spy and Kevin shows some guidance. Sharon Friedlander introduces herself to the journals. Amadeus posts that he is the King of Deer and people should come and lick the peanut butter off their king’s face. Kitty texts Scott if he is still awake. Kyle is summoned to Charles' office and given a potential job - tutoring the students unable to attend the local high school yet.

2016: Jubilee complains about having to work at night. Gabriel suggests an end-of-summer party.

2017: Tandy asks if there’s a way to remove zombie smell from clothes.

2018: Hope A. emails those who helped her acquire her first piece of real estate to thank them. Sharon F. emails her friend about Qunbula and discovers everyone who may have been part of the same program has vanished; Sharon F. goes to Harry’s to drink away her anger and runs into Garrison.

2019:

2020:

2021: Matt finds Maya in the team training room and they have a chat about what happened during the California mission.

2022: Kevin grabs Darcy for some late night technology hunting. Terry texts Darcy, concerned for Kyle's well-being.

2023: Jubilee laughs on the journals at Jessica’s drama. Megan makes a journal post announcing she will be spray-painting t-shirts at the Labor Day party. Darcy and Kevin catch up poolside and enjoy drinks. Jean and Garrison talk at the “boring grill”. Sam swings by the mansion to celebrate Labor Day and Clint keeps him company. April feeds the wolf and teases Garrison about being a grill dad. Sharon S. tries to steal Jean’s chicken, but they end up bonding. Haller and Molly dent some things while playing super-powered horseshoes. Sharon S. and Liam discuss their mutual nemesis, Namor. Artie and Shatterstar meet each other. Arthur, Haller, and Shatterstar throw knives, revealing the existence of Benji to Arthur and the existence of Davey’s knife throwing lessons to Haller. Rictor, Shatterstar, Liam, and Match play chicken in the pool. Liam stops Sharon S. from scamming Sam out of his food. Terry is a mother hen to Shatterstar. Sharon S. asks Artie invasive questions and gets sparkles in her eyes for her trouble. Sharon S. proceeds to seek comfort from Darcy and Alani. Warren bothers Haller about wedding choices until he gets a work call and summons Illyana, leading to Illyana using Haller to help her pack. Clint enjoys Illyana and Boris’s presence until Illyana is called away for work. Doug makes an appearance to get food with Darcy. April is knocked into the pool by a wrestling pair of cat mutants and winds up talking with Scott. Jean texts Arthur to apologize for a misunderstanding that came off as rude on the journals. Jess and Match run into each other while stocking up on free food. Nica and Scott have a poolside chat about condiments and formality. Artie and Matt commiserate about having enhanced tastebuds. Namor and Emma flirt over poolside snacks. Marie-Ange drags Amanda away from the Transian books to take a break and they are amused by Sharon S.'s reaction to one of MA's imps.

[tangowatchesjj]

Jessica Jones s1e11

The jazzy intro after the previous episode doesn't work :(

The Patsy song is fucking awful.

What a way to fucking learn that your family is dead. Young Trish is kinda rude.

"Patsy's gonna save you"??? WOW I HATE HER.

Robyn fuck off my girl Jess is doing her damn best.

Robyn please.

Thank you Robyn.

Love using that influence to get into the morgue.

"I doubt that's what she had in mind." Pretty sure that IS what Hope was trying to tell her, actually.

Jess please stop sleeping on the street, what the fuck.

Oh she's hallucinating or mistaking someone else for Kilgrave right? OH SHIT

He did not quit the program, I do not believe it.

Oh I feel so bad for Trish's assistant/whoever.

Oh Jess does have a healing factor!

"One, just one." My heart <3 Trish and Jess!!!

Damn, she's having a Spider-Man moment.

Wow, young Trish and Jess really had a rough start.

I knew she'd do a little B&E.

Well. He is unrecognisable. OH SHIT IT'S CLEMENS NOT ALBERT.

Okay, stalker, what the fuck are you doing here. TRISH SEE THE RED FLAGS.

Who the fuck are those two.

What is with the repeating words. Oh my god.

RUN TRISH YOU SHOULD HAVE GOTTEN BEHIND THE DOOR WHILE HE WAS SHOOTING THEM.

He wants to kill Jess, doesn't he?

Love a woman who can stage her own escapes, dismantle those door hinges!!

Wrap those ribs like a burrito babeyyy

He's gonna kill Jess! Or try at least.

Jess is a great P.I. and I love watching her work.

How many bullets does his gun fucking have???

I realise a lot of my comments are just variations of "oh shit" and then questions.

That door has been through so much. Trish is gonna have to replace it again.

TRISH IS SUCH A BADASS

Is he dead? Oh hey twinning!

GET THE BLUE PILLS!! FUCK CALL AN AMBULANCE!!!

The first time Jess saved Trish juxtaposed with the - I don't want to say last time. Current time?

WHOA oh for a sec I thought she kissed Trish. I'm gonna believe that.

Robyn you are such a bitch. Malcolm is trying so damn hard.

Trish smiling at Jess when she wakes up?? I'm shipping it babes.

I got so hopeful that Malcolm was texting Jess.

Also there's a bunch of texting buzz noises but when she opened it there was only one message.

LUKE!

[alwaysanangcl]

God, could she have been more rude to this poor girl? It wasn't Joanna's fault that she'd been paired with someone who loathed being in a classroom. For all of the social opportunities presented by school, Jessica's ultimate goal was to spend as little of her time in one as possible. Now was presenting as one of those times that she was all but crawling out of her skin to leave and she wanted to invite Joanna along but first she had to present the plan. . . Which meant rudely interrupting the other girl's explanation.

"No, no, you're okay." Jessica began to slowly collect up her notebook and text book, her brows raising some, "I have my uncle's truck today and I was thinkin' of leavin' to go into the city for a little bit. . . Wanna come?" A mischievous grin started to tug at her lips, brows raising, "I've got a full proof way to get us both out if you wanna go. . ."

@nanlanmo sent: [ silence ] sender lays a finger over their lips, telling receiver to stay quiet

fingers absent-mindedly playing at her curls, she can't hardly hear herself rambling. if she is rambling at all ( by this point in her life, she assumes every sentences that exceeds three words is a ramble ). partner projects aren't exactly her forte, nor is talking among her classmates. her position at this school is simply a girl in the crowd. the girl in the crowd doesn't get in trouble. girl in the crowd gets her homework done on time and wistfully looks at the posters for every dance, despite knowing she hates dancing and no boy in a million years would ask her to one. if her guardian would even approve of her going to any teenaged event.

eyes widen as she notices her partner's finger over her lips. oh, dear. how long had she been in that stance? is the teacher talking? was she talking and stopped to look at johanna with a shake of her head? is she going to sent her to the principal's office? or worse, call her guardian? but as she glances around the class, everyone is either busy getting to work or letting their partners do the work for them.

❝ sorry, ❞ she whispers, hoping that's alright. ❝ sorry. ❞ she shouldn't have spoken. oh, goodness. oh, dear. ❝ i didn't meant to start talking after you---sorry! i'll just stop! ❞

[twilightreformation]

twilight but it's from jessica stanley's perspective

[hannahhook7744]

Descendants ocs;

Meet Haul Ryder Bjorgman. Age 14. He is the son of Queen Anna and King Kristoff Bjorgman, the nephew of Elsa, and the godson of Ryder and Honeymaren.

He loves Sven and Olaf and the Trolls with all his heart, as well as the castle staff and has his very own reindeer (named Oskar) and his very own snowgie named Boreas.

He likes reading, exploring, puppets, bike riding, gymnastics, parkour, animals, snow, hiking, horseback riding, chess, board games, painting, sledding, singing, music, and knows how to play various instruments.

He is one of the few kids in Auardon to openly accept the vks at the very beginning. He also doesn't call them vks or evils or villains because he thinks it's extremely rude. He calls them transfer students. He likes pranking.

Meet Hannah Artemis Villa Princeps -Gothel-Hook. Age 12. She is the biological daughter of Cassandra Gothel and Varian Villa Princeps and the adoptive daughter of Zarina and James Hook.

She's the niece of The Gothel twins, Rapunzal, Flynn, and Ginny Gothel, and the granddaughter of Mama Hook, Mother Gothel, Captain of the Guards in corona, and Quirin.

This makes her the sister of Harriet, Harry, and Cj Hook, and the cousin of Ruby, Finn, and Anxelin Fitzherbert.

She likes writing, sailing, stealing, inventing, designing, drawing, role playing, texting, sword-fighting, reading, watching tv, swimming, playing games, and being the messenger of the isle. She also likes dancing, singing, parkour, and doing magic even though it's not technically allowed.

She has her own crew but they usually remain neutral in most matters (EXCEPT for the whole Uma-Mal thing).

She is alot like her parents and siblings, and had her own pet racoon (who she named Atlas). She also has an owl named Promethus.

Her parents were murdered when she was a baby and she was made partially deaf and extremely near sighted by whatever killed them.

She has magic that she inherited from both of them (remnants of the moonstone in Cass and Varian's blue hair stripe that is definitely linked to the moonstone) and didn't learn that she was adopted until recently.

She doesn't go to school but is well educated. She likes pranking and doesn't want to hurt anybody but she's protective of her friends and family, and children. And she will fight anyone who hurts them.

She is dangerous when she's angry. She is also very hyper and rarely sleeps. She's almost nocturnal at this point, as are her friends. She's been mentored by great pirates like Hook, Long John Sliver, Red Jessica, and Jack Sparrow. She is the Captain of the Storm Bringer.

Meet Skia Erebus Aoratos. Age 12.

Hannah's 2nd in command. She is the daughter of Persephone and Hades, and she helps lead souls of the isle to the underworld.

She is a highly intelligent vk with murderous tendencies who doesn't understood people very well despite having a kind soul and mind. She isn't afraid to get her hands dirty.

And She likes music, parkour, art, writing, fighting, and doing tattoos. She's a great swordsman and has very strong magic, as does Hannah. She's also very good with kids and at cards, and gambling. Never bet against her. You won't win.

Meet Treycor Adonis Fae. Age 13.

He is the son of Hades and Maleficent. He can turn into a blue flaming dragon.

He has magic and is a temperamental musican and martial artist who isn't afraid to fight back. He's good at potions and is the quartermaster of Hannah's crew.

He is called the dragon whisperer on the isle and most people know better than to pick a fight with him. They almost never win.

Darcy Morrigan Aoratos. Age 12.

She is the daughter of Lord Hades and Queen Narissa of Andalasia. She is the half sister of Mal, Noah, Skia, Hadie, and Treycor. She has a crush on Luke Tremaine.

She is an artsy goth girl who loves poetry, urban legends, creepy things, cryptids, spies, sailing, sword fighting, fortune telling, reading, watching old media, photography, and fighting.

She is a strong magic user and the surgeon (and mortician) of Hannah's crew.

She has a pet bat named Poe and shares a pet cebrus named Spot with her siblings.

Lucas "Luke " Larson Tremaine-Westergaard of the southern isles the 3rd. Age 12.

He is the son of Drizella Tremaine and Prince Hans Westergaard of the southern isles. Nephew of Hans' 12 brothers (including the stabbington brothers), their wives, Prince Charming, Cinderella, Anastasia Tremaine, and Jacob the Baker.

He is the cousin of Aaron, Anya, Amara, and Anthony Tremaine as well as Chad Charming, the Westergaard cousins, and the stabbington cousins. Grandson of Lady Tremaine. He is the brother of Evie, Dizzy, Debbie, Dotty, Dixie, Dorothy, Delanie, and Daphne.

He has a pet cat named Lightning and a pet horse named Saturn.

He is Hannah's first mate. He is also the cook of the crew.

He likes filmmaking, cooking, baking, racing, listening to music, dancing, singing, sword-fighting, horseback riding, games, sailing, and exploring. He has a crush on Darcy Aoratos.

Noah Sage Aoratos. Age 8.

He is the son of Lady Persephone and Lord Hades of the underworld. Relative of the Olympians. Brother of Mal, Treycor, Hadie, Skia, and Darcy.

He is the cabin boy and powder monkey of Hannah's crew.

He loves gardening, sailing, cooking, climbing, parkour, sword fighting, punk and rock music, swimming, singing, dancing, tye dye, sewing, treasure hunting, playing games, cooking, baking,hide and seek, exploring, reading, coloring, spirt communications, and art.

He has a stuffed koala named 'Sunflower '.

Peachy Anne-Marie Gothel. Age 13.

She is the daughter of Mother Gothel and Captain Flynn (from Jake and the neverland pirates).

She is the boatswain of Hannah's crew and the mom friend of the group.

She likes reading, watching tv, sleeping, sweets, comic books, writing, filming things, playing games, music, drawing, editing, making videos, exploring, freedom, playing video games, studying, and teaching.

She also likes taking care of her butterflies. She also likes hanging out with her friends.

Remi Phoniex de Vil. Age 12.

He is the son of Cruella de Vil. He is the half-sibling of Carlos de vil.

He is the other chef and the prison guard of Hannah's crew.

He likes music, video games , writing, memes, art, and reading. He has no pets. He is also a great swordsman, thief, and cook.

And finally, there's the Storm Bringer. Hannah's pirate ship that she won in a poker game when she was 6. The person tried to back out but Hannah's mentors and family hadn't let them.

(Don't be afraid to ask questions down in the comments down below. Also these are mine and my friends ocs do if you want to use one, you have to ask).

[superhero--imagines]

Part 12

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* You stare at the blank ceiling, the smooth unblemished surface like freshly fallen snow

* you should really put some nudie posters up there or something to lighten the mood a little. 

* Light notes from the piano float around your room

* You sigh, so these are the facts as you know them:

* Edward is your best friend who has occasional bouts of brooding and flirtatious behavior.

* Bella is not albino, she has a lovely peach undertone, and a lovely grilled peach scent

* The entire coven has treated your attraction to this young lady’s blood like you got caught masturbating or wetting the bed or something

* “You don’t need to be embarrassed it’s a perfectly natural feeling.” Esme tells you while rubbing your shoulders

* “We’ve all been there” Rosalie reassures

* “Totally not a big deal, it happens to me everyday!” Jasper chimes in

* You wish sunlight hurt you so you could combust into flames on the spot

* The piano notes get louder, and you feel your mouth pinch into a frown.

* “Oh my god Edward! Read the room, I want brooding music!”

* Edward stops, up until then he had been playing a pretty cheerful Mozart piece

* You can tell he wants to ask why, you’ve been radiating joy non-stop since biology. But he decides against it

* “You really shouldn’t eat lying down.” He says as you sip blood while lying flat on your bed.

* “Okay dad.” You snort

* Edward starts to imagine what it would be like if you called him ‘daddy’

* All needy on top of him, your hands curled in fists against his chest, the breathy “daddy please” that leaves your mouth

* All of a sudden he’s ugly turned on

* “Ugh you’re no fun, I’m going to hang out with Rosalie”

* You leave the room and Edward has a total meltdown, is this what a kink is? Is he discovering a kink?!? At 100 years of age?!?!?!?

* Edward.exe is broken

* You don’t even make it to Rosalie’s room, you can smell them a mile away

* Broccoli, sugar and fat, and axe body spray. No peaches you realize with a sigh.

* They’ve only just barely rung the door bell when you open the door

* “Hey what are you guys doing here?”

* Jessica’s standing in front, looking pretty at ease, while Mike and Angela look equally uncomfortable.

* Makes sense, Jessica’s here all the time now either for homework or to watch TV.

* Mike and Angela haven’t been back since your sweet sixteen

* “How did you get down here so fast?”

* “I saw your car from upstairs” you say with a sheepish smile.

* You wish Alice would have given you a heads up, you weren’t planning on pretending to be human right now. Still you probably look raggedy enough right now in sweatpants and an oversized sweatshirt

* You can probably pull this sick thing off

* “We just wanted to check up on you, I heard from Mike and Angela you got sick during class.” And then in a more annoyed tone Jessica adds “And I guess you’re too sick to respond to all my texts and calls”

* Oh crap, where is your phone.

* You pat your pockets, and think when you saw it last

* “I left it in my locker” you smack your head. You told Edward to go grab your bag from class but you forgot your phone.

* “Hey don’t worry about it, I can get it for you tomorrow if you want.” Jessica rushes to your side and pats your arm. You shake your head

* “No I can get it myself, I’m fine I just ate something bad.” You mumble.

* You’re not missing school tomorrow. You would literally risk murder to smell Bella again.

* It’s not insatiable thirst like described in the books, more like a craving, like someone might have for nachos.

* It itches at you for a while, but if you just distract yourself long enough you can move on

* “Would you like to come in? I think Esme just baked cookies or scones or something.”

* Esme likes to bake for the smell and donate the food to the local shelter. That, or take it for her employees at her architectural firm in town.

* Firm is a loose word, she has maybe four employees, and they get one job a month, but it seems to make her happy.

* Angela and Mike give each other looks but Jessica perks up

* “Is she making those delicious earl grey scones again?” You sniff the air

* “I think she made some of that orange zest butter too”

* “Omg I am so happy you left your phone at school” Jessica giggles walking inside past you, you hear her greet Esme with a squeal

* “They really are good.” You tell them and your remaining human friends enter the house carefully

* “Soooo where is everyone?” Mike asks taking a look around your living room.

* “Ummm Rosalie’s in the garage, Alice is probably meditating on the roof, Emmett’s at swim practice, and Jasper’s probably at the barn.”

* “What about Edward?” Angela asks before Mike can ask about the barn

* Last you saw him he was playing the piano in your room, but it’s been a while since then

* “He’s probably in his room monologuing about the degradation of the American dream or something.”

* You lead them into the kitchen where Esme and Jessica are already deep in conversation about the wonder of her baking

* “-side is so light and fluffy, how do you get the tea flavor though”

* “Witchcraft.” Esme jokes, giving a full smile before putting another tray in the oven. Only Jessica laughs, the other two are too nervous to even sit down

* “Why don’t I teach you how when you come over next week.”

* Yeah you’re pretty sure Jessica is really only a fan of the “eating” and not of the “baking”

* You’re half surprised when she seems happy at the invitation. 

* “Oh that sounds great, I can’t wait for it!” Jessica’s practically beaming

* Where’s Edward when you need him? You wonder what her motivations are. 

* Jasper is not going to like this. He’s already irritated enough that he’s kicked out of his own house every Friday when Jessica comes over to watch arrested development

* Before you can say anything to Esme the conversation moves forward

* “Did you guys hear about that security guard that died in Mason county?”

* She’s just making small talk, you know that. But you and Esme instantly tense at the mention

* Carlisle had mentioned he thought there was a nomad wandering through, they were still far enough not to cause the coven immediate trouble, but anything that brought more attention to them was a disadvantage

* “My Dad says he heard from Chief Swan it was probably a wild animal attack” Mike mumbles over a bite of scone, you figured he would be the easiest to win over with food

* You hide a smile behind your hand, he really is like a golden retriever

* “What kind of a wild animal climbs stairs into a building” Jessica mumbles over another bite of scone. And maybe to fit in, or maybe because she’s always been a nervous eater, Angela takes a bite too.

* “Oh wow, these are really good” she murmurs

* Esme Cullen ladies and gentleman, winning the hearts of teenagers with baked goods since 19XX

* “Well you kids stay safe, stay together if you can.” She pats your head and you nod.

* You don’t know the details of the attack, you get the feeling Carlisle still see’s you as a kid and he doesn’t want to burden you.

* But assuming the small changes that have happened have nothing to do with the large changes, that means Laurent, James and Victoria will be passing through soon.

* Maybe it’s for the best Bella doesn’t get involved with Edward until later.

* You’d really like to not get all mixed up in the whole “James Thing” if you can help it.

* “Are you staying for dinner? I’m thinking of whipping up some pasta, maybe a chicken?” Esme looks to you, yeah you have no idea how she’s going to manage that. Besides the baking basics there’s no actually food in this kitchen. And the one upstairs is just for your blood bags.

* “(Y/N), do you think...Carlisle would mind if we used one of... his chickens?”

* His chickens? The only chickens in the house-

* “No Esme! My chickens are only for love and chicken snuggles” and their blood which tastes very leans yet rich. “Not to eat!”

* “It would just be one-we’ll eat your least favorite!”

* You’re really hoping this is her way of chasing the humans out because she doesn’t want to cook.

* “No- oh my god- we’re going to the diner come on!” You say tugging Jessica and Angela to stand.

* “It was great seeing you again Mrs. Cullen, see you next week!” Jessica shouts as the three of them follow you out.

* “Going out? Is that such a good idea it’s late and a school night.” Edward says as he descends down the stairs

* “Oh my god, yes Dad I’ll be home before my curfew.” You say before leaving, cue Edward crumbling onto the stairs as he imagines you calling him “daddy” again

* “I’m going to hell, I’m definitely going to hell.” He mumbles, his face in his hand.

* It’s a really short drive to the diner, also known as the only place to eat in Forks in the mid 2000’s. 

*There’s not even a McDonald’s. It’s almost sad

* And when you get there, while everyone moves ahead to the table you see a familiar face.

* “Oh, Hey Bella”

* Your eyes met and you figured it would be rude not to say anything. It looks like she’s here having dinner with her Dad. 

*She really does look like her dad, same eyes, same cheekbones.

* “Nice to see you again Chief Swan”

* “Nice to see you too, how’s Carlisle doing? Heard it’s been busy at the hospital.”

* “Yeah, it’s like he doesn’t sleep anymore.” You grin at your own joke.

* “Are you feeling alright now?” Bella asks, she looks genuinely concerned

* “Yeah, I um, made some questionable food choices at lunch.”

* There’s an awkward moment of silence. You get the impression that Chief Swan and his daughter are both the “strong silent” types.

* It looks like they’ve both finished eating already

* If you had known she was going to be here you would have made Edward come with you. 

* “Oh hey, do you want to join us for dinner?” It just seems like the friendly thing to do for the new girl, something on-brand with human character

* Definitely not because if you get on her good side now, maybe she won’t kick you out once her and Edward get married. 

*Father and daughter exchange a glance and the familiar connection they have makes you nervous. 

*“Of course you don’t have to, I know you’re here with your dad so-“

* “I’m sure Bella would love to join-“ Charlie says at the same time Bella says:

* “Wouldn’t it be kind of weird since I already ate.”

* Ah, so they’re not as in sync as you thought. 

* You give your best “Golden Girl - You can totally trust me with your daughter” smile.

* “I’m actually not eating either,” you place a hand over your stomach like a human might. “The uh, Clam Linguine is still haunting me, so I’m sticking to broth and sprite.”

* Why did you say Clam? You don’t even eat meat, it’s how you’ve been getting away with eating so little at lunch. 

* “not a lot of vegetarian choices” You say to your human friends who nod solemnly. 

* Father and Daughter exchange another look likening telepathic communication and they both move to stand

* “I’m going to finish up some paperwork at the precinct, don’t stay out to late.” Charlie says, leaning down to kiss his daughter on the forehead

* You watch with warm eyes and a small smile twitching onto your lips

* Bella is so loved.

* You can’t believe she’s willing to break her dad’s heart just so she can be 19 forever.

* Which, as you are 19 forever, you can fairly say is overrated

* “Hey guys Bella’s joining us.”

* Your female friends offer her a polite smile, you see Angela gaze flick from the menu to Bella’s face. Silently calculating the worth of this opportunity

* Any intel on this new girl would be pretty valuable

* Same old Angela

* Mike sits up straight so fast that he actually knocks his silverware off the table.

* “H-hey Bella, Hi, w-what, what are you doing here?”

* “Eating.” Bella says it so bluntly that you can’t help but laugh.

* Mike flushes bright red and Jessica and Angela exchange a look before giggling.

* “I thought it would be cool if she came over since I didn’t get to talk to her much.” You take a seat next to Jessica and Bella follows by taking the last seat between you and Mike.

* You still catch whiffs of her scent her and there, especially when she’s sitting so close to you.

* But it’s not so bad, the peachy smell is making you a little lightheaded, but you can handle it.

* At least you’re not fantascizing about killing her and everyone in this room like a certain dork you know.

* “Do you guys want to do that promotion where we get the basket of fries for the table?” Jessica asks

* “I don’t like sharing fries with Mike he eats them all.” Angela mumbles

* Yeah you remember last time when after a football game the three of them actually sat down and divided the plate in three equal portions

* They even measured out each fry dividing up the extra long ones 

* “Says the person who basically eats ketchup with a spoon.” Mike retorts and Angela scoffs

* “It’s America’s best condiment for a reason Mike.” Angela snaps back

* “I think we’re getting off track, I say Mike buys us all french fries to make up for all the times he hogged the joint basket” Jessica’s teasing but Mike takes it seriously

* “What so I’m a French fry monster now?”

* “Yes” Both Angela and Jessica respond in unison without looking up from their menu cards

* “What do you think Bella?” You’re surprised that Jessica’s the one asking. You get the feeling she’s not very happy about Mike’s crush on Bella.

* “I think Mike should buy everyone their own basket since he has such a bad history with sharing.”

* “You traitor!” Mike mocks hurt and you all laugh.

* You look at Bella through the corner of your eye, maybe it’s just the lighting but she looks pinker when she’s laughing.

* She looks happy as she starts contributing to the conversation.

* “I will say the pie here is really good, I wouldn’t share even if someone paid me to.”

* “Omg yes, the cheery icebox pie is out of this world” Jessica responds

* “I’m partial to chess pie” Mike pipes in and Angela laughs

* “You guys are crazy, the fruit custard they make is the best”

* You grin as your four new friends argue about the superior dessert, watching Bella laugh beside you.

* Welcome to team human Bella

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[sassycassie-s-writing]

Want You Back

By: SassyShoulderAngel319

Fandom/Character(s): DC/BatFam - Jason Todd/Red Hood

Rating: PG-11/T- (little violence, little blood)

Original Idea: Exes-to-Lovers is kinda an underrated trope, when it’s done right.

Notes: (Masterlist)(By Character)(About Me) This one is... 2,833 words. I wish I could say I’m sorry for it being long but I’m not. Have fun! @welovegroot @jason-redhood @jason-todd-squad

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“Oh shoot—hide me!” I hissed, ducking behind Daisy. She looked at me in confusion before glancing around the party.

She rolled her eyes. “Girl, you haven’t dated Jason in like a year. Can’t you at least try to be civil?”

“Oh trust me, I’d love nothing more than to be civil. Honestly, I’d love nothing more than to get back together with him. I thought we made each other happy. But he kept so many secrets and I can’t be in a relationship with someone who can’t be honest with me. We broke up so… explosively that I’m not sure we can speak nicely to each other,” I replied. “Just… block his view of me while I sneak into Jessie’s room, okay?”

Daisy heaved a heavy sigh. “Fine. But hiding from him won’t do you any good.”

“It’ll do us both a world of good if it means I don’t have to talk to him.”

Daisy did as I asked and blocked Jason’s view of me until we got to the stairs. I bolted up them two at a time and ducked into Jessie’s room. The door had been closed but unlocked. Once I shut myself inside, I leaned against it and sighed.

The bookcase in Jessie’s room was more meant for displaying knick-knacks than holding books, so a quick glance at her collection revealed nothing worth reading. I sat on the floor next to her bed, on her fuzzy pink rug, and stared at the screensaver on her computer monitor—a bunch of bubbles floating around and bumping into each other, changing colors.

Why was Jason here? Jessie knew he and I fell out over a year ago. Did she invite him? Did her brother? That seemed more likely. Jessie probably didn’t even realize he was here.

No need to get angry at her.

I pulled out my phone. I had a few books on it. Kept them just for this reason. Hide from a party and make people think I was just on my phone. I didn’t trust reading fanfiction in public, so I only kept traditionally-published work in my phone’s files.

I’m not sure how long I read. A half-hour, probably.

I was startled by the door opening and closing. “Whew. Dodged a bullet there,” a familiar voice said with a sigh of relief.

I looked up in alarm.

Jason was leaning against the door, eyes closed, breathing hard.

I held still. Maybe if he didn’t hear me, he’d slip back out to the party after a moment and leave me alone—and we wouldn’t have to exchange words. I watched my phone screen dim, then shut off completely, while Jason just stood there.

He opened his eyes. His gaze landed on me. “O—oh,” he said. “I… I didn’t know you were in here.”

I nodded, slowly and once. “I figured,” I said flatly. Awkward. “Did… Jessie’s brother invite you?”

“Yeah,” he said. “But… one of his ex-girlfriends from high school wouldn’t stop flirting with me. So I pretty much ran away. I thought this was a bathroom.” He gestured to the room around us. “Clearly, I was wrong.” He glanced at the door over his shoulder. “I would leave, but I don’t want that girl to come after me again. Think we can get along long enough to share?”

I pushed myself to my feet, tucking my phone in my pocket. “No need. Since I came in here to avoid you, I’ll just go back to the party—and you can stay here for the rest of the night, for all I care. I will say, though, the bathroom is the next door down.”

I moved to brush him out of the way to leave Jessie’s room, but he caught my wrist. “Babydoll, wait,” he said, voice soft.

I pulled out of his grip. “Don’t call me that. I’m not yours anymore.”

“I miss you.” His big blue eyes were giving me puppy eyes.

“I miss you too. But you know perfectly well why I broke things off. I can’t be in a relationship with someone who doesn’t trust me enough to tell me the truth about why he disappears all the time—and clearly can’t keep his story straight. I thought we were happy together, Jason. But when you vanish for hours at a time with no word and come back with lame excuses, how was I supposed to trust you? I doubt you were cheating on me but how would I know? And what else was I supposed to think?” I knew I wasn’t strong enough to push him away from the door—the man was 6’ and 225 pounds of muscle—but when I shoved he gave way.

I yanked open the door and shut it hard behind me. I stomped downstairs and back to the party.

“You see Jason?” Daisy asked. “He went upstairs a couple minutes ago.”

“We spoke,” I said shortly.

Daisy cringed. “Went that well, huh?”

“Part of me still loves him, but I’m definitely still ticked at him.”

She made a face. “Sorry,” she offered.

“It’s fine.” I shrugged. “Anyway. Have you even seen Jessie or her brother?”

Daisy looked around. “I said hi to her when we first got here… but no, I haven’t seen her since,” she said. I followed her gaze. A sea of people in a small suburban house outside Gotham was pretty crowded for a party, and it was hard to see if Jessie and her brother Robert were even here anymore.

“Me neither,” I muttered.

“Wonder where they went,” Daisy mused.

“I mean, with the amount of people here, I’m not surprised I can’t see them.”

“Yeah…”

Somewhere nearby, I heard glass shattering. “Uh-oh. That can’t be good,” Daisy remarked. “If Jessie’s parents find out someone broke something—”

She didn’t get to finish her sentence as a window crashed in right next to us. I shrieked and grabbed Daisy, dragging her away from the flying shards. Several of them splattered over my jacket and cascaded to the floor, but I was lucky not to get impaled by any of them. A dark figure in body armor landed on the carpet, holding a large assault rifle.

I put Daisy behind me and backed up a few steps as the music stopped. She was taller than me, but hunched over she could almost disappear behind me. At least, whoever the intruder was wouldn’t have a clear shot at her past me.

“I’m looking for Jessica and Robert Williams,” the intruder said, levelling his gun at the crowd. Someone screamed from near the stairs.

While the intruder’s attention was elsewhere, I snuck my phone out of my pocket and found Jason’s number. I sent a text as fast as I could. Get out of here. Shooter just broke in.

That was all I had the time for before slipping my phone back into my pocket like I never had it out. The intruder prowled around the crowd. “Jessica… Robert…” he singsonged. I held Daisy’s wrist behind me. “If you two don’t show yourselves in the next sixty seconds, I’m tearing up your friends.”

My phone buzzed in my pocket. I glanced at the text on my watch. Jason Todd: I’m not leaving you.

I slid my phone out. You have to. At least call the cops.

The window on the other side of the living room shattered inward. Another dark figure swooped through and landed on the floor. My first thought was Batman—but as the figure straightened from his landing, I saw a red helmet glinting off the disco lights.

“Red Hood,” I breathed, in awe. I’d seen him a couple times. Imposing, tall, muscular. I’d only ever seen him from a distance. Seeing him up close was almost more terrifying.

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you,” Red Hood said to the intruder, voice being run through some sort of ring modulator to disguise it, “that it’s rude to gate crash a party?”

The intruder growled, “Red Hood,” like an animal. My blood ran a little colder.

Red Hood stepped forward, completely unfazed. “Get out now, and this doesn’t have to get any uglier than it already is.”

“What do you care, crime boss, that I get up to a little trouble?”

“I care because everyone knows my rules. No innocents get harmed. Look around you. This place is full of innocent people.” Red Hood gestured to the party crowd. For a moment I could have sworn the eyes of his helmet lingered on me. But he was probably looking at the window. “Get out before I haul you out in a body bag.” He whipped one of his massive handguns into his hand, cocking it with the other in one practiced, fluid motion.

The intruder levelled the assault rifle at Red Hood’s chest. “Make me,” he spat.

Red Hood shrugged. “Okay.”

Bang! His handgun went off. I jumped. The intruder dropped to the floor, his rifle spraying bullets briefly toward the ceiling before stopping when he hit the carpet in a splatter of blood.

Red Hood looked around. “Everyone okay?”

A few scattered nods.

“Good. Get out on the front lawn. Wait for the cops to show up. They should be here any second,” he ordered.

The crowd rushed out the front door, bottlenecking and slowing down. Daisy included. I stayed where I was, staring at Red Hood. He noticed me not moving and came over.

“Are you alright?” he asked softly.

I looked down, peeling my hand away from my right side to reveal the blood soaking my shirt. “His spray. It got me,” I said, voice hoarse. My head was light and fuzzy. Not from blood loss—not yet. More likely from the shock of getting hit.

His helmet tilted down and he looked at the wound. The ring modulator distorted his whispered swearing but I still figured out what he said. “We need to get you to the hospital. Like, ASAP. And I can’t take you on my bike. Did you drive here?”

I nodded. “My car—it’s the dark green Explorer half-a-block that way.” I pointed down the street to the left with my non-bloodstained hand.

Red Hood nodded. “Keys?”

I pulled them from my other pocket and passed them over.

He swung me up into his arms and left. The crowd had cleared the front door in the time it took us to talk, so he marched across the front lawn and headed for my car. I heard Daisy call my name, but didn’t have the mental strength to call back.

As he walked down the block, each step jolting my wound, he said, “Batman, I’ve got a GSW. Taking her to the hospital. There was a hostile at a party in the suburbs. I took him down and the GCPD is on its way, but I’m moving the wounded girl.” He paused for a moment, but I couldn’t hear anything. “Yes, it’s a girl. She’s got her car here. I’m taking her in that.” Another pause. “Copy that. I’ll check in later.”

Red Hood set me gently in the passenger seat and laid it as flat as it could go. “Just hold on, babydoll. Hold on,” he said softly.

I scrunched my eyebrows as he shut the door and circled the hood to get in the driver’s seat. Once he gunned the engine, I put my clean hand on the arm of his brown leather jacket. “Why’d you call me… babydoll?” I asked.

“Well, I don’t know your name, miss, and I thought it’d be more comforting.” The car pulled away from the curb.

“You just heard my friend shout my name.”

He swore again and sighed. “Fine. Just don’t freak out. You’ll lose more blood.” He pulled his helmet off with one hand. “Couldn’t see as well to drive with that thing on anyway.”

Jason’s tousled black hair, white streak at the front, puffed up a bit as the helmet freed itself from his head. I tried to sit up, but fire burned in my side and I flopped back down before I’d even moved an inch. “What?” I squeaked. “Jay?”

His eyes flicked to me briefly. Deep blue and… there was something melancholy in them. “Yeah, babydoll,” he said. “It’s me.” There was his sad smile. One I’d seen many times. “You haven’t called me Jay since…” He didn’t finish his sentence, but I remembered when I’d stopped calling him Jay and “my Jay baby.” It was about a month before I finally had enough of his excuses and lies and broke up with him.

“Is this… is this why you always disappeared for hours and came back with excuses?”

“And could never seem to keep my story straight? Yeah. I wanted…” He sighed. “I wanted to tell you so many times but Batman said it would only be safe for me to tell you if we ever got married. And even then you’d still be in danger. You made me so happy and it killed me to lie to you. Killed me even more to lose you. When you broke things off… I am not proud to admit that every criminal I fought on patrol that night went to the hospital with more broken bones than I usually leave. I love you. Still. So much so that this past year has been… empty. Without you.”

I cleared my throat of the tears clogging it. “I said to Daisy earlier tonight, when I first saw you at the party, that I’d love nothing more than to get back together with you. But I couldn’t if you were going to keep things from me again.”

“Don’t get my hopes up like that while you’re in shock, please babydoll. Because I don’t know if you mean it or if you’re babbling from the shock and have no idea what you’re saying.”

“I told you I miss you,” I pointed out.

“That doesn’t have to mean you still love me or want me back.”

“But I do. To both. Love you and want you back. You can be honest with me now. But, we can talk about it when I don’t feel like passing out from pain.”

He reached out and grabbed my hand. “Hey. Hey, hey, hey. Don’t you dare pass out on me. If you do, you might not wake up again. Stay awake, babydoll. Stay awake. Please.” His grip tightened on my fingers. I tried to nod, but I wasn’t feeling well. My vision was a little blurry and I was tired.

“I’ll try,” I said.

We kept driving. Jason had fallen into pensive silence.

“Alright. We’re here,” he said. He parked my car and put his helmet back on. Then he ducked out, circled the hood, and picked me up to carry me into the ER, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Just stay awake. I’ll come visit—as me—later, okay?”

I nodded. “I’d like that,” I said.

Automatic glass doors slid open. Someone yelped. “GSW,” Jason said, voice modulated again. “Right side. No exit wound.”

“Get her on a gurney!” a nurse called over his shoulder.

I hugged Jason tighter. “Thank you,” I whispered.

He nodded. “Of course, babydoll.” His voice was soft. Comforting.

He set me on a gurney, and I watched him stride out of the hospital as they rolled me away.

—

When I woke up after surgery, Jason was there. Alone. Blue jeans, red T-shirt, hair a mess, and dozing in the armchair. “You look like crap,” I croaked.

He jolted and sat up. “Speak for yourself, babydoll,” he retorted. But he spoke gently. “Your family’s down in the cafeteria, getting some breakfast. I told them I’d keep you company. Your mom looked like she might murder me just for suggesting it, but I told her we made up enough to be friends at the party. So she—begrudgingly, mind you—allowed me to stay.”

“Just friends?” I asked.

He smiled and sat forward to run the backs of his fingers down my cheek. “For now. You said we’d talk about it more when you were feeling better.” He leaned back in the armchair. “So, how are you feeling?”

“Still not great, but the shock has worn off, at least.”

“That’s good.”

“I meant it, by the way,” I said. “That you can be honest with me now, so if you’re willing, we can try again.”

Jason met my eyes. There was hope in his expression. “Are you sure?” he asked.

I smiled. “Absolutely. I told you before: I miss you.”

He leaned forward, and pressed a kiss to my lips. The EKG monitor beeped a little faster as my heartrate spiked. I grabbed his shoulders as he moved away, and pulled him back to me. He smiled into my lips as I kissed him again.

“Okay,” he whispered. “Okay. Let’s do this.”

He tilted his head for a better angle, and I pushed one of my hands into his hair.

The door to the hospital room opened. “What’s going on in here?” Mom demanded.