#you're lucky i don't talk about “for good” from wicked

[tending-the-hearth]

so i've listened to the soundtrack an ungodly amount of times, and i love love love listening to harmonies, and i realized something that shouldn't make me emotional and yet here we are

so in every group song, ponyboy NEVER gets the harmony. if you listen to the songs, every one of the group numbers has the higher harmony that you can hear ponyboy on.

in "throwing in the towel" and "soda's letter", ponyboy also has the higher harmony

HOWEVER

in "far away from tulsa" and "death's at my door", ponyboy has the melody. if i listened correctly, i believe it's the only group of songs where he has the melody.

and johnny has the higher part.

johnny is the ONLY one who listens to ponyboy. who understands him. who lets him speak his mind.

he's the only person that ponyboy feels he can truly be himself around, where he doesn't have to fall in line with everyone else, where he can just let everything out.

and a heartbreaking detail is that in "stay gold", unlike their two other duets, ponyboy takes the step back and goes into the higher harmony, letting johnny take the lead, and say what he needs to say.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Wicked Games 8

Warnings: non/dubcon, cheating, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Steve Rogers

Summary: you had a one night stand. Or did you?

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

The world blurs around Barrett's body. His corpse. Dead. Gone. Over. All of it. Even knowing you were on your way out, you're not ready for this.

You stare at him, even as bodies move between you, even as voices talk to you. You can't look away. How could one night end like this?

You stand as someone grabs your arm. You shrug them off and cross the room. Right as your about to reach for your husband, a wall forms between you. And officer comes into focus as he calmly blocks your path.

"Ma'am, you can't touch him." He girds.

"He's my husband. I just want to say good-bye." You sniffle and wince at the fiery pain in your nose.

"You can't." He crosses his arms and nods to one of the men in black. There's more suits than uniforms there.

You look around and take in the crowd of strange faces. They don't belong here. They shouldn't be here. Barrett should be alive!

"She's in shock." A shudder rolls through you as Steve steps up and pats your shoulder.

"She needs to see a paramedic."

"She does. Come on." He nudges you away from the scene. You plant your feet. You don't want to go. You don't want to leave. Not anymore. Not knowing you won't ever see him again.

Steve leans in and lowers his voice, "move or I'll make you."

The sharp whisper pierces. You wince and shuffle away. A new spring of tears flows free. You mop your face and whimper as you touch your swollen nose.

You're taken into the hall. Another uniform approaches. This one white. The woman pulls on gloves and talks to you. You have no answer for her as your eyes zero in on the open door of your apartment.

"Not broken. Should go down." The paramedic declares as she drags a sterile wipe around your nostrils. "Split the bridge but a few days and some ice, you'll be good as new."

She applies a strip over the broken skin and leaves you be. Steve looms. He paces between you and the door. A man in a suit appears and calls him 'Captain'.

"Keep an eye on her," he orders.

Confused, you look around. Bucky's shadow clears and he gives you a dull glance. He tucks his phone away and steps up to lean on the wall next to you. He crosses his arms.

Where the hell are you going to go? Your husband is dead. Your apartment is a crime scene. And you're knocked up woth a stranger's baby. Yes. A stranger. You might know his face and his name but you do not know Steve Rogers.

When he reappesrs, you shrink down. He nears and points down the hall. "Free to go. Come on."

You look to the end of the hall and back to him. Wendy is waiting for you. You stand straight and Steve cordons you off with his arm before you can pass him.

"My bag." You utter.

"Evidence. Let's go."

You lean back in your heel. "I'm not going with you."

He scowls and Bucky sets his feet flst. You glance between them.

"You don't go with me and I'll have them take you to the precinct," Steve sneers.

"Okay," you shrug.

"Okay?" He growls, pausing to peer around. "Your friend is worried, right? Waiting for you. Don't worry, she got your message. You're not going."

"Huh?"

He flips his hand up and wags your phone, "lucky they didn't confiscate it."

"You can't do this."

"I can do what I want for the good of my baby." He huffs and nods at Bucky. "Let's. Go."

You rip away from the other man as he reaches for you. You hug yourself and turn down the hall. There is no argument to be had. Everyone there is on Cap's side.

"One sec. I forgot something." Steve backs up and slides your phone into his jacket pocket.

He turns and strides back into the apartment. You wait with Bucky as he slips his own phone put and taps with his metal thumb. He chuckles and tucks it away again.

Steve emerges with his shield in hand. The edge is stained dark red. You garble and cover your mouth as you gape at the hue of Barrett's blood.

"Alright, sweetheart," Steve steps up next to you. "Can't have a pregnant woman on her feet all night.”

You hesitate before you fall into step. The buzz of activity fades behind you as the elevator button lights up beneath Steve's fingertip. You stand between the super soldiers as you wait for the doors to part. Your head swims and you feel the world drop out from under you. Your ears ring and the air chafes your throat.

“Mind if I take off?” Bucky asks as he steps through the doors. Steve drags you inside when you don't react.

“Sure, think I can handle it from here,” you turn to face the doors as they glide shut and close you in with your new nightmare.

“Thanks, bud,” Bucky snickers.

“She waitin’ up?” Steve asks.

“Doesn't matter. I'll wake her up if need be.”

The men's laughter skews into a cacophony. It's all so funny to them. Your husband is dead, your life is over, but they can stand their and chatter like a pair of frat boys.

[sydsaint]

More of my fav NXT himbo <3

Summary: Adam Pearce tasks the reader with making sure that Bron is ready to sign an exclusive Raw contract instead of signing with his rival Nick Aldis on Smackdown.

"So you're all set for tomorrow night?" Pearce has a chat with you at the end of RAW. "I set it all up and let Shawn know that you'd be there." He adds.

"I've got it down boss." You assure Pearce. "My flight leaves tonight. I'll be in Orlando in a few hours and sleep it off at the hotel. Then tomorrow night Bron Breakker is all mine." You grin to yourself, a smile that slightly worries poor Adam.

Pearce rubs the back of his neck and grabs your arm. "You're there to get the kid to sign to Raw before Nick Aldis can get his hooks in him, YN." He reminds you. "Not scare the poor guy into Aldis' arms."

"Adam! I've got it." You laugh and pat Pearce's arm. "Trust me. I'm going to make that unsuspecting hunk an offer that he can't refuse." You flash a wicked grin.

Adam sighs and shakes his head but lets you go anyway. You scare the poor man sometimes. But if there is one thing that Adam is sure of. It's that you are damn good at your job, despite your youth.

You catch your flight out to Orlando and game plan on the trip over. After some quick chats with a few of your girlfriends from NXT you've made the determination that Bron and Cora have been broken up for a while. And you've also been informed that Rick Steiner's ridiculously hunky son is back on the prowl for a new girl as of late.

The next afternoon you head into the center where NXT is filmed and swing by Shawn's office for a quick chat. Pearce let Shawn know you'd be coming by, and that you're out scouting new talent as well.

"Shawn! It's good to see you again!" You greet the NXT executive when you arrive. "And Ava! Congratulations on the promotion to GM!" You notice Ava Raine is present as well.

"It's a pleasure seeing you again, YN." Shawn shakes your hand. "Adam Pearce let me know that you're here to scout some of our talent?" He asks you.

You nod and shake hands with Ava as well. "Yes. After Mr. Aldis went ahead and scooped up Miss Straton, Pearce didn't want to wait until the next draft." You explain.

Shawn nods and you talk with him and Ava for a bit. Shawn dismisses himself to take care of something a bit later and you're left alone with Ava.

"So, do you like the GM job so far?" You ask Ava.

"Yeah!" Ava nods. "It's nice to be in charge of stuff. Plus the pay is great!" She jokes. "So, who do you have your sights set on?" She asks you.

A hint of a smile plays on your face at Ava's question. "Don't tell Shawn, but I've actually got my eyes on one man and one man only." You inform her.

"Oh?" Ava replies with intrigue. "Who?" She asks you.

"Bron Breakker." You answer Ava's question with a grin.

Ava giggles and nods her head. "Good choice." She compliments you. "He's got his own locker room just fyi." She adds suggestively. "I can show you where it is if you want?"

"I like the way you think, Ava." You laugh and nod.

Ava shows you down to the locker rooms and down to the one with Bron's nametag stuck to it. The two of you stop a bit down the hall and turn to one another. "Well, good luck." Ava wishes you luck. "He's scheduled for a match at the end of the show so you've got about two hours with him." She adds. "Oh, and a piece of advice? Bron may seem all mean scary. But he's all bark no bite, trust me." She offers you some last-minute advice.

"Oh, really? My favorite." You grin. "Thank you, Ava. And good luck with the GM position." You shake hands with her again before Ava heads off.

You turn toward the locker room door and stride up to it. You knock twice sharply on the door and wait for an answer. You can hear rustling on the other side of the door for a moment before the locker room cracks open.

Bron answers the door wrapped in a towel and dripping wet from the shower. "Oh, well aren't I one damn lucky girl." You muse.

"YN?" Bron stares at you with a dumbfounded look on his face.

"Heya, Bronson. Miss me?" You ask with a grin and step over the threshold of the door.

Bron instinctively takes a step back as you approach him. You take the chance and kick the door shut behind you. "Umm, yeah sure. What are you doing here?" He asks you.

"Oh, I'm on some business for Adam Pearce from Raw." You explain.

"Well, yeah." Bron replies. "I kind of meant what are you doing in here?" He asks you. "In my locker room."

You meander around the locker room with a shrug, making Bron watch you curiously with every step. "Well I guess that I'll get right to business then." You stop back in front of Bron. "Rumor is Nick Aldis has been sniffing around you as of late. I'm here to make sure his sniffing ends here and now. Because you aren't going to waste your time on the B show Fridays." You speak matter-of-factly.

"I'm not?" Bron asks you, still clearly confused.

"Oh no, baby." You shake your head. "You and those insanely distracting broad shoulders of yours are coming with me to Raw."

The bewilered look plastered on Bron's face makes you smile and you have to stifle a laugh You were expecting the guy to at least put up some sort of fight. A little verbal sparring at least. But you've got Bron caught like a deer in headlights.

"We-I-Umm, alright." Bron stutters as you step toward him.

"Atta boy, Bron. That's what I like to hear" You pat his chest. "Now as for the rumor that you and Cora Jade aren't together anymore. Is it true?" You ask him.

Bron nods, clutching onto his towel for dear life. "Yeah, we've been split for a while. I've actually been back in the game for a few weeks now." He adds."

"I heard." You nod. "Well, you're in luck Bron. It just so happens that if you were to sign with Raw instead of Smackdown, you get me as a signing bonus."

"You?" Bron replies.

You nod again and your hand dances up Bron's damp chest. "Mhm. And we both know that you've always had a thing for me, Bronson." You insist. "So really it's a win-win situation for both of us." You explain.

"Right." Bron nods. "I mean...I really can't argue with anything you've got going on here, YN." He admits."

"I know!' You giggle. "Isn't it great how easy I make things?" You tease him. "Now! Get dressed and enjoy your last night as a member of the NXT roster. You'll find an email waiting for you with all the travel information you'll need forr Raw. And I will see that adodrably perplexed face on Monday night." You lean up and kiss his cheek. "Chau, handsome."

Speechless, Bron watches you turn on your heels and exit his locker room as swiftly as you come in. He walks over to his phone and sure enough, there's the email you mentioned. Sent over an hour ago. Bron laughs to himself at the confidence of the move. But he likes it. You're right, he's always liked you. And to have you show up to his locker room and insinuate that you're just as into him and he is in you is all that Bron needs to know he'll for sure be on Raw Monday night.

[blindmagdalena]

I’m in dire need of angst. How do you think he would react to someone who didn’t have a close relationship with their parents? I’m just imagining an awkward Christmas dinner, their family totally sucking up to Homelander. But also not-so-subtlety making passive agressive/snarky comments towards the reader.

It was definitely his idea to go to Christmas dinner in the first place. You've been dreading it. He insisted, though. You don't want to deny him this when he doesn't even have a family, and he's clearly so excited by the prospect of it.

And to be fair, it started off well enough. Your family was so excited to meet Homelander. They couldn't believe this was really happening!

It didn't last long, though. Your dad just had to make an offhanded remark about how you sure were "dating up."

That was the beginning of the end.

Through the night, Homelander grows gradually less boisterous. He's talking less, listening more. You're uncomfortable, dejected, but ultimately you knew it would end up this way. You just wish he would have listened to you.

By the time dinner rolls around, the tension in the air is palpable. Homelander has stopped preening under the praises of your family. You want nothing more than to eat and leave.

The final straw is when your mother sneaks in a snipe about how you "Really could have dressed up for the occasion."

"Well, Sheryl," Homelander begins, his tone immediately catching the attention of the entire table. "You could have tasted the mashed potatoes before you salted them into an inedible sodium fuckfest, but hey, I guess that's beyond your scope of competence."

The silence is deafening.

He isn't done. "God, y'know. You people. You had one job. All you had to do was be good. Nice. Shovel some food into your face and not be total fucking pricks at every available moment, but y'couldn't even manage that. Y'had to air out eeevery single little nitpick and grievance that sprang into your circus peanut brains."

You're stunned, jaw hanging. Your mother's expression mirrors yours. With a noise of indignation, your father begins to stand.

"Sit the fuck down, Henry," Homelander snaps with a flare of crimson to his gaze that puts a shiver down your spine. It works. Your father sits, and the light fades away. "Now that's the smartest thing you've done all night. Didn't think you had it in you."

Homelander pushes his mostly full plate away and sighs, picking up the napkin from his lap to fold. "I was the one who asked to come here, y'know. Practically begged. Thought Christmas might just be a grand ol' time. Do you know how often I'm wrong? I'll give you a hint: it's not often. But you..." He wags his finger between them, smiling more maliciously than you've ever seen him. "You folks really got me tonight."

He stands up. Your heart is pounding in pure anxious adrenaline. For a moment you have a terrible vision of him leaving you here, furious with them and you that this wasn't the experience he had been hoping for.

His hand in your face snaps you out of your thoughts. You look up sharply, and see him looking down at you, that wicked expression suddenly much softer. Kind, even with that anger still simmering under the surface. You close your mouth and take his hand, swallowing.

"Lucky for me I already got my Christmas wish, hmm?" He says, offering you a little wink. "You are... perfect," he says, leaning in to press a tender little kiss to your forehead, emphasizing it with a pointed mmmwuah. "No idea how you escaped all that unscathed," he says, nodding his head in your parents' direction. "So, how about you and I blow this popsicle stand and go find a whooole lotta mistletoe to stand under?"

You exhale a breathless little laugh, tears prickling hotly at your eyes, overwhelmed by how thoroughly he came to your defense. "I'd really, really like that."

Glancing over, Homelander offers your parents one last tight, venomous little smile. "Merry Christmas, you miserable fucks."

Which is exactly how he signs every single Christmas card he maliciously sends your parents each year from that day forward.

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

100: Part One

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2k

Summary: This is your first case back after being released from prison, but are you really ready to come back? Hotch finally catches up with Foyet, and you don't know how much more heartbreak you can take before you break.

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Season Five Masterlist

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them.

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"He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you." - Friedrich Nietzsche

The FBI forced you to take a break before you could return back to work. They gave you a month. A month of pulling your hair out because you hate not working while your team risked their lives to protect others. You should be lucky they allowed you to come back. It must have been your innocent sentencing. 

Well, you're here now.

You're standing outside the FBI building too nervous to go inside. Your hand shakes slightly, your heart beats faster, your skin becomes clammy, and your head is filled with wicked thoughts. What if your coworkers moved on without you? What if they don't welcome you back? What if someone is already in there who is supposed to replace you? What if they wanted to fire you in person?

You take out your phone and call your dad. You took this month and isolated yourself from nearly everyone. The after-effects of being in prison need time to wear off. It hurt you to keep Spencer away from you all month but he respected your privacy as much as he could. It killed him not to sleep in the same bed as you every night but he knew that is what you needed.

"Y/N?" your dad answers with a confused tone.

If anyone deserves to know you're out of prison, it's your parents.

"Hi. I just... I got my trial. They found me innocent. I got let go."

"What?" You're not sure if he's saying this because he's happy for you or if he's pissed. "You're out?"

"Yeah. My team got me out. They found evidence that it wasn't me. This is good, right?"

"Yeah, of course it is."

"Are you okay? You don't sound too happy."

"I'm sorry, baby, I've been trying to jump through hoops to get one of my kids adopted. It's a bit frustrating. I don't mean to take it out on you. Listen, why don't your mother and I come down there and take you out to lunch or something? We can celebrate."

"Sure, I'd like that."

"I gotta go. Congratulations, honey."

He hangs up before you can say anything back. You're not sure if he meant that. Since being released, you've begun to question everything about everyone. If someone speaks a certain way, you become paranoid that they hate you. Prison still has a hold on you and you hate it. It's like every woman's energy is still clinging to you. It's driving your life and you don't know how to shake it off.

You force yourself to be okay as you enter the building. While you were on your month's rest, the team has been working endlessly to gather as much information on George Foyet as they could. Karl Arnold told Hotch that George often visited him which prompted Hotch to go after him. Hotch has been living in fear for too long, and he really misses his family.

It's time to bring them home.

Foyet had done a lot of injury to himself in the original string of killings in an effort to paint himself as a victim and to throw them off the investigation. As a result, he became dependent upon a large number of extremely strong medications. The team had been searching the country for patients with that exact prescription combination, but they hadn't had any luck.

You walk into work and see half your team running around trying to get their shit in order. Spencer passes by you with files in his hands but he doesn't talk to you. In fact, he doesn't even look at you. He's still pissed that you wouldn't let him see you in prison. You want to talk to him about it but it's going to have to wait.

"Y/N!" Derek smiles when he sees you. Emily turns and smiles widely, and both of them head over to you. "Welcome back!"

"Thanks," you smile and hug him tightly.

"How are you doing?" Emily asks as she hugs you.

"You know, I've been better. I'm glad to be back, honestly. I heard you guys are looking for Foyet?"

"Yeah. In my opinion, Hotch is close to going crazy. He wants this son of a bitch."

"We all do. Where is he?"

"In his office."

"Thanks," you whisper and leave their side. You walk to Hotch's office where he and Rossi are. You knock twice before entering and both men stand to your arrival. "Hi. I figure you'd want to see me before I get settled in."

"How are you doing?" Rossi asks.

"I've been better. Thank you for letting me have a month off. It helped." White lie but the last thing you're going to tell them is that you're fucking paranoid as shit. "Do I still have a job here?"

"Of course," Hotch nods. "Despite what you can do, you're valuable to this team. We wouldn't be complete without you."

"Thanks," you nod. "I promise I'll do my best and not let what happened to me affect the team."

"I believe you," Hotch nods. Someone knocks on his door and he allows them to come in. It's JJ. She looks at you and wants to hug you and comfort you but she has more pressing matters. "We've been tracking Foyet's meds as the entire combination. What if he's been using over-the-counter meds for some of it to mask his purchases?"

"Okay, narrow the search. Focus on the meds he can't substitute. Good work. Is Garcia in yet?"

"Yes." Her phone rings and she looks at you with a smile. "Welcome back, Y/N."

"Thank you."

"Are you ready to jump into this? I would understand if you needed more time off."

"No, sir. If it's alright with you, I really need to do this."

"Okay."

You and Hotch walk to Penelope's office together since you're still trying to gather information on what they've been doing. If you can do that, you'll know how to proceed without Hotch by your side. You've only been gone for two and a half months but the way you're uncertain about everything makes it feel like you've been gone for a lot longer. 

Penelope gasps when she sees you, excited that you're finally back to work. She sees the hard look on Hotch's face and decides against celebrating your return right now. Kevin is inside the office with her, and while he doesn't know everything that's been happening with you, he knows enough.

"The Foyet letters came from Fredericksburg, Virginia, and Westminster, Maryland. We can match the prescription drugs Foyet can't substitute with a geographic profile of the two cities."

"Can't substitute?"

"We need you to track the drugs that can't be emulated with over-the-counter drugs and can only be dispensed by a pharmacist, and you need to do it quickly. Foyet doesn't stay in one place very long."

"Then Kevin needs to stay."

"What?" Kevin asks and looks at Penelope.

"Sir, Kevin is an amazing analyst. I can work almost twice as fast with him running part of my system."

"Fine, Garcia. How long?"

"These are your screens," she points to the ones that Kevin will be using. "I'll know once I get into it. We're gonna work on the geographic profile."

"Call me when you have something. Please hurry."

"Okay."

You and Hotch leave her office and head to the briefing room where everyone else is. All eyes are on you which should make you feel safe but it makes you anxious. Spencer's eyes meet yours and he quickly looks away from you. Your heart aches for him. You look around the room and make your way to the chair that's been empty for two and a half months.

"There are approximately a hundred and fifteen miles between Fredericksburg and Westminster. Why mail a letter from two cities?" JJ asks.

"Maybe it's purely a forensic countermeasure. He knows that mailing letters close to home would lead us right to him, so he drives far away to mail the letters to throw us off his scent."

"The uni-bomber did that. So did the 2001 anthrax suspect. He could have gone anywhere, but he's trolling the DC area."

"It makes sense to stay close to Hotch. He stuck around Boston to watch Shaunessy deteriorate." She gasps when she realizes her mistake and looks at Hotch. "Not that you're--"

"It's alright," he cuts her off. "I know he's been watching me. It's part of the reason I stepped down so he'd think I was falling apart."

Derek immediately looks at you at the mention of Hotch stepping down. Everyone knows he wanted you to be in his place. Derek was the second choice. He may even have been the better choice. You're not the same person you were back then. The woman who helped on the case in Canada is gone. What's in her place is a woman who is on the constant verge of crying, throwing up, and second-guessing everything she does.

You hate this woman.

With two analysts working on the case, they come up with answers about the medicine fairly quickly. 

Foyet is taking a lot of medicines for his injuries, and some of them can be substituted with over-the-counter medicines. Naproxen is available in generic brands over the counter. Its properties can be simulated by Aleve. Ultram can be substituted as well. One of the things that can't be substituted is Oxycontin and because it's highly addictive and regulated, there isn't a substitute for it.

However, there are ways of scoring Oxy off the streets if you know how to look for it, and you can bet your ass that Foyet knows how to get it. If he's willing to go through all this to keep the FBI off his radar, he'll definitely tap into the Black Market for the drug. The other drug that can't be substituted is Tapazole which treats hyperthyroidism.

When Foyet stabbed himself, his body would have endured permanent internal damage. He'd need this prescription to regulate his heart rate and keep down the palpitations and tremors. Penelope and Kevin printed a list of everyone who is on this medicine within a sixty-mile radius of both cities.

"Okay, so what are we gonna do about the two cities? Usually, we need three different points to get an accurate geographic profile," JJ asks.

"This is all we have right now. Where the hell are you, Foyet?" Derek sighs.

Penelope comes walking into the room with her tablet in her hands.

"Okay, me and Kevin found a thyroid medication that has no substitute over the counter. You've gotta get it from a pharmacist, but a lot of people are on it."

"Find the midpoint between the two cities and isolate names in a twenty-five-mile radius."

"That's still a hundred and fifty-three names," she says after doing what she's told.

"He's not going to use his own name. What kind of aliases should we be looking for? He could have easily stolen someone's identity."

"No, he's a narcissist in love with his own mythology," Hotch shakes his head. "He'd use a name connected with the case like a victim or a cop."

"Check the Foyet files for a list of names."

"Nothing," Penelope answers.

"Wait a minute, guys. Foyet likes things to have meaning to him. The eye of providence and the addresses in blood he wrote on the bus that led us back to him. Maybe he's doing the same thing with the alias. Like an anagram or something."

Spencer gets up and walks to the whiteboard with a marker in hand. He writes George's full name on the board and stares at it in thought. You've always been envious of his mind. He's seeing something the rest of you can't.

Do you see something, Reid?"

"Not yet."

"Reid, he named himself The Reaper."

Something clicks in Spencer's mind when he writes the name on the board.

"Peter Rhea. Try that name."

Penelope looks at her tablet.

"There's a Peter Rhea in Arlington."

"We found him."

You feel so useless right now. You haven't said a single word since walking into the briefing room. You have no clue where they are in the case and you feel like if you try to help, you'd only get in the way. Everyone is too wrapped up in their own shit to notice how quiet you've been but not busy enough to not include you. 

You might have fibbed a bit earlier. Maybe you're not ready to come back after all.

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[queen--kenobi]

Kinktober 2024 Day #1: Dirty Talk

Commander Thorn x OFC (Iriya "Kau'ra" Nahi)

Kinktober 2024 masterlist

Warnings: Dirty talk, phone foreplay?

“Hey.” Kau'ra's dulcet tone makes Thorn smile. He leans back some in the seat of his speeder.

“Hey yourself.”

“How's your patrol going?” 

Thorn shrugs despite her not being able to see him. The night had been fairly uneventful on the floors he's patrolling. 

“Same old, same old.”

“Has it been... you know?”

“Don't.” Thorn warns, his voice lowering. Kau'ra snickers. His heart skips at the noise, even though it's at his expense.

“I wasn't going to say the q word.” Kau'ra lets out a low hum. “Besides. I was asking for a reason.”

Thorn arches an eyebrow. Kau'ra's voice becomes a little more breathy, an indication of exactly where she was going with this. Thorn's eyes flit around for a second. His speeder sits in the shadows of one of the buildings.

“And what reason might that be?” His voice responds to hers, dropping an octave and becoming huskier. Kau'ra giggles.

“Oh, nothing urgent. I just wanted to say I missed you.”

“It sounds like you miss one thing in particular.” He can't help teasing. Kau'ra lets out an indignant squeak, but it's clear she isn't truly offended. 

“I take it back. I don't miss you.” 

Even though he can't see her, he knows she stuck his tongue out at him. Thorn shakes his head and lets out a low laugh.

“But seriously, what are you doing right now?”

Thorn raises an eyebrow. Despite himself, his heart beat picks up a bit. He sits up a little more straight.

“Why?” He elongates the word, giving it a teasing quality.

“Because. I don't want to distract you if what you're doing is important.”

“And what kind of distraction are you offering?”

“Only the best kind.”

Thorn laughs at that. He drums his fingers against the edge of his speeder, eyes scanning the area. Nothing seems to be happening. 

“I suppose.” He hopes he comes off cool and collected. Thorn almost sighs when his voice doesn't come out a squeak. Kau'ra managed to get him to do that once, and he never lived it down.

“Good.” Kau'ra hums softly. “I have a confession to make.”

“Oh, are we pretending you're a nun?” He doesn't even think; the words fall easily from his lips. Kau'ra clearly tries to go for disappointment, but a snort of laughter betrays her. 

“I'm sure you'd want to see me get on my knees for you.”

Thorn let's out a choked noise. Kau'ra hums. The sound is entirely too pleased. Thorn wants to deny it, but the image makes blood rush through his veins. Kau'ra clearly sees her opening.

“Come on, you can't tell me you haven't thought about the last time.” Fuck, how does she make every word from her lips drip with honey? A honey he wants to lick from her lips. “We're so lucky we didn't get caught.”

“Kau'ra...”

“I'd do it again. I like being on my knees for you.”

He can't help his sharp inhale. Kau'ra giggles. She giggles at him, yet he can't find it in himself to truly be mad.

“I wonder. Do you think next time I can take you all the way down? You can't tell me the idea of me deep throating you in public isn't hot.”

“Kau'ra, I'm on patrol.” He feels his control of the situation slipping with every passing second.

“Oh? And here I was thinking you were eager to play.” Her faux disappoint makes his stomach flip in a pleasant way. Thorn won't admit it, but when she gets this way, it makes every thought leave him. All he can think about is her, tasting her, touching her, pleasing her.

“I am but-”

“When does your shift end?” She tries to inject innocence into her tone. He hears the wicked smile on her soft lips.

Thorn checks his comments faster than he ever has in his life.

"Two hours.”

“I'll get myself nice and warmed up for you. Two hours should give me plenty of time.”

Thorn lets his head fall forward with a groan.

“Are you trying to kill me?”

“Only a little death.” Thorn rolls his eyes at her joke. He hears her all too pleased snicker on the other line. He wants to tell her off; no words come to mind. 

“I'll see you in two hours?”

“Two hours.” He nods rapidly as he agrees.

The line goes dead. Thorn inhales deeply. He wonders if she knows what she does to him, to all of them. Maneater doesn't even begin to describe her. He doesn't mind; he likes it when he's on her menu.

This was going to be the longest two hours of his life.

[petrichor-idyllic]

Hi Petri <3, so this request is a bit longer than the other's so bear with me (and my broken English lol). I was thinking about a Minho x fem!reader where she's from maze B and is close friends with Aris, so she's with him in the whole cafeteria scene where he gets introduced (while the boys are excited about the food, beds, girls and etc. and Thomas is having a bad feeling about that place). She's more positive about being there than Aris cause they been through a lot and she just want a little rest, but when she sees what that place really is she's terrified and is willing to do everything to get out, so Minho sees this fire in her and kinda likes it. (I don't know if it made any sense 😬, but I trust you to make a good fic out of it)

Oo, I do like more plot-driven requests like this, they give me more to work with :))

DECEPTION IN LIBERATION

MASTERLIST | MINHO MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: See above. Movie based fic.

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, violence, teenage boys still not knowing how to act in the presence of a girl, WICKED spelt WCKD because movies, Rat Man aka Janson, probably innacurate Group B slang thanks to Wikipedia.

Just 'cause you wouldn't know the characters' names doesn't mean I don't, so the Gladers' names are used before you meet them. Because there is no way this would work if I couldn't use their names.

You'd escaped the Maze.

Finally, after all this time, you'd escaped, and now you were safe. The years of torture and stress are now behind you and you can finally start to heal.

Your friends are safe. You're safe. And so are an entire group of teenagers who apparently went through the same things you did. WCKD definitely had big plans, but that doesn't matter anymore.

It's over.

At least that's what you think.

You playfully nudge Aris. The measly boy sits next to you, hoodie hiding his face as he stares at the table in front of you. You guys escaped the Maze first, meaning that you were the first to arrive. They keep taking people away; Aris' best friend Rachel was one of the first.

And he's been distant ever since.

You've been keeping an eye on him. Though, it is hard trying to spend time with the boy when he barely speaks nowadays.

You nudge him again. "C'mon, Aris, you've been avoiding us for-finching-ever." He scoffs, shaking his head. "What's goin' on?"

"You won't listen to me, so what does it matter?" You sigh, shuffling slightly and swinging your leg over one side of the bench to look him at him straight.

"Of course I'll listen to you. What's going on?"

From a few feet away, the Gladers have started talking to boys from other groups, and have taken note of Aris.

And therefore, you too.

"Who's the girl he's with?" Minho ask the unknown boy, eyes fixation on you.

The boys shrugs. "Just some chick he was in the Maze with."

"Lucky shank," Frypan chuckles.

Thomas, however, takes note of Aris. He's not like the other people that are sitting around and chatting. He's reserved, sunk low into the table and not even looking at you as his hood hides him.

"Aris," his eyes flicker to you, "I'm always gonna listen to you- talk to me."

He hesitates but takes a deep breath. "There's something wrong here," he mumbles, his voice barely a whisper.

"What do you mean?"

"Something is going on- the Guard's are armed, our friends keep getting taken away, and..."

"And?" You push him to continue and he shuffles closer.

"Don't tell anyone, please."

You start to feel anxious. This is getting weird. "Okay."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"At night, I've been sneaking through the vent tunnels-"

"What?" You hiss. "That's so dangerous."

"I know, I know- but they go all over the building, a-and they take people into this... room that I can't get into. There's something weird going on. I know it sounds weird and you won't believe me, but-"

"I believe you," you trust Aris, and he's smart, so if he thinks something isn't quite right, then chances are something isn't quite right. "But what do we do?"

"Teresa!" Both of you perk up as you watch Thomas, who you're yet to know, stand up from his table, marching over to the doors to try and follow a girl behind some windows.

He's quickly stopped by some guards, but he's clearly agitated.

"Maybe he could help?" You blink at Aris. "We need all the help we can get. I'll show him what I mean- you too."

○ ○ ○

If you knew when you'd escaped the Maze that you'd end up stuck in another round of twisting and confusing corridors in the form of the vent system, you might've actually killed someone.

Aris, on the other hand, seems happily at home as he crawls around the tight spaces.

You're awkwardly crouching around the corner whilst Aris goes to get this Thomas kid.

After a few seconds, your friend reemerges, with the boy hot on his heels. He blinks at you and you give an awkward peace sign before Aris hurries him along.

"Come on."

You both follow him through the vent system, Thomas in front of you.

"Hey, wait a second." Thomas grumbles, clearly questioning how he gets himself on these situations. "What the hell are we doing?"

"Come on, we're gonna miss it," Aris says.

"Sorry," you answer instead, "he thinks you might be able to help- he reckons something weird's goin' on here. I don't really know."

You crawl into a more open area- even you don't really know what's going on.

"What are we doing?" Thomas asks again and it's kind of funny that he even came in the first place.

"Shh. Come here," Aris waves you both over. You both hover over an open-ish vent that looks down over a corridor.

One of the doctors appears, following by a strange trolley that seems to have a person in a body bag with a screen over the face. The screen shows vitals and other medical information, making you and Thomas exchange concerned glances.

"What the hell was that?" Thomas asks for the both of you.

"They bring in new ones every night like clockwork." Aris answers.

"What do they do with them?" You ask, even though you probably already know the answer.

"I don't know. This is as far as I've ever gotten. The vents don't even go into that section. But once they go through that door, they don't come back out." Aris pauses, visibly shaken. "I don't think anyone ever really leaves this place."

"C'mon," you say, "we gotta go before someone notices we're gone."

"Why'd you show me this?" Thomas asks, stopping you both.

"Because maybe the others will listen to you. There's something weird going on here- I know you think so too."

"Hey, wait," you stop again, "what's your names?"

"Aris," your friend answers, "and this is (Y/N)."

And with that, your friend crawls ahead.

"You're Thomas, right?" He blinks at you. "I heard some of your friends say it in the cafeteria."

He nods, and you offer him a reassuring smile. "It's nice to meet you, Thomas."

○ ○ ○

Janson reads out more names of people as you sit in the dining area. Apparently, Aris and Thomas spoke briefly earlier- they have some kind of plan regarding a key card.

You're, quite frankly, scared to watch.

Thomas has told the members from Group A what he saw, they seem skeptical at best. But, they seem to be a strong group and with most of Group B gone, you have little choice but to hope Thomas can convince them.

Thomas suddenly stands up, storming towards the doors and trying to blend in with the people's whose names were called.

He's stopped fairly quickly.

You can't quite make out what's going on, but when a guard sharply points into Thomas' chest, you're already on your feet.

"(Y/N)-" Aris hisses, but the plan isn't going to work if Thomas gets himself in trouble. You can't let this go south.

Thomas pretends to walk away, before turning and diving into the guard. All of the Gladers are on their feet in seconds, jumping to Thomas' defence.

"What the hell's your problem, man?" Thomas shouts as he gets shoved again and you dive in.

Pushing the guy back, you stand protectively in front of the boy. "Back the fuck off, man- you think shoving a kid around makes you tough?"

The boys exchange glances.

Who is this girl? Where did she come from? How come she's helping Thomas? Why does Thomas get all the girls? What is happening?"

"Control your friend!" The guard yells just as Janson bursts through them.

"What's happening here?" Janson seems lost for a second as he looks at the boy. "Thomas? I thought we could trust each other." He touches the boys shoulder and you go to step forward again, only for Thomas to slightly put his arm out, stopping you from intervening.

"You know we're all on the same team here."

"Are we?" Thomas asks.

Janson seems irritated by this and you ball your fists. You could punch this guy and give the Gladers an easy distraction- it would give them and Aris time.

You think about it until a hand grabs your wrist. You look up and meet the eyes of an Asian boy. He's tall, tanned skin and dark, swept up hair. He's handsome, but something in his dark eyes is telling you to stop.

And for some reason, you do. Relaxing your muscles, but returning your attention to Janson- Minho doesn't let go.

"Get them to their bunks."

In a matter of seconds, you're all separated. You just about manage to get to Aris before going to your separate rooms- agreeing to meet at Thomas' vent.

You can hear bickering as you approach, just catching Aris before he knocks down the vent.

"Hey, Thomas," he says casually.

"What the...?" You catch from one of the boys.

"You got it, didn't you?"

"Yeah, yeah, let's go. Where's your friend?"

"Right here!" Your voice echos on the metal from behind Aris. "Getting real finchin' sick of crawlin' around, though."

"Alright, maybe you guys are right," Thomas says to his friends, "maybe I'm just paranoid. But I gotta find out for sure. Just cover for me, I'll be back as soon as I can."

Making the same trip as last time, Aris and Thomas jump down out of the vent, with you staying up there to help them get back up again and keep watch.

You anxiously crouch, watching as you wait for the boys to return.

"C'mon, guys," you mumble to yourself, fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

What feels like hours passes, but it couldn't have been more than five minutes, when Thomas and Aris burst out of the room. Both of them are clearly worked up.

You open the vent. "C'mon!" Offering a hand, they struggle back up, but eventually they join you again. "What happened?"

"We gotta go," is all Thomas says, "we gotta go!"

The boys are rapid at getting through the vents, Thomas bursting into his friends room. He, quite literally, throws the vent cover across the room.

"Thomas!" Someone shouts as he frantically scrambles into the room.

"We gotta go! We gotta go right now!" Thomas says as you and Aris both struggle out of the vent, still yet to have an explanation from either of them.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Minho, whose name you're yet to learn, asks.

"What do you mean 'we gotta go'?" Newt adds on, all of the boys in a frenzy.

"They're coming! Come on! We gotta go!"

"Thomas! What's going on?" You try to grab him but he brushes past you, grabbing things and starting to try and block the door.

You look at Aris, who is completely shook to the core so there's no getting anything out of him.

"What happened?" Frypan yells. "Aris, what happened?" He shouts at the timid boy, getting too close.

"Don't shout at him!" You pull him away. "He's terrified! He ain't gonna tell you klank!"

"Thomas! Can you just calm down and talk to us!" Newt begs, the whole room in a frenzy.

"She's still alive!" Thomas says.

That's ominous.

"Who's she? Teresa?" Frypan asks.

"Who the finch is Teresa?" You ask.

"Ava." Thomas is blunt now.

"Ava?" Newt repeats, watching his friend desperately try and tie the door shut. "Will you just turn around and talk to us?"

"It's WCKD!" Thomas snaps, turning around to face you all. The group freezes. "It's still WCKD. It's always been WCKD."

"Shit," scrambling to help, Thomas seems almost relieved that someone else is doing something as you help him move a mattress to block the door.

"Thomas," Newt stops him. "What did you see?"

Thomas gives a very vague explantion- a video call with Ava Paige and bodies strung up and being tested on.

That's all you guys need to start your escape.

"Come on, let's go!" You usher all the boys towards the vent, letting them go before you.

The Asian boy from before is last, hesitating for a second.

"Ladies first?" He says.

"Minho!" Someone from inside the vent shouts. "Not the shuckin' time, man!"

"Go," you tell him and he obeys. At least you know his name now.

Thomas somehow ends up leading the way as you all try to fight through the crawl space.

He breaks out into a corridor you don't recognise, the rest of you hot on his heels.

"Come on! Come on!" He ushers you towards him. "Okay, okay, let's go!"

"You guys go ahead, there's something I gotta do," Aris states and you look at him.

"What are you talking about?" Thomas steps towards him.

"Trust me, it's important. You guys wanna get outta here, right? Just go."

"I'll go with him," one boy offers.

"Okay, Winston, go! Go!" Thomas takes charge, and you learn another boy's name. "Come on!"

You hesitate, watching Aris start to take off, you go to follow him but Thomas grabs you. "You're with us, okay? Stay close."

You're reluctant, but you nod.

"You sure we can trust this kid?" Minho asks.

"You don't wanna know where we'd be without him," you're glad to hear that Thomas has faith in your friend.

You turn a corner, immediately bumping into the same doctor you saw earlier. You all freeze.

"What are you kids doing out?" She asks.

Then the sirens start blaring.

Which is enough of a hint, I suppose.

"Move," you demand, stepping forward and grabbing the doctor. She struggles, but you grab her wrist, twisting it behind her back and pushing her in front of you. "You're gonna show us how to get outta here."

The boys exchange looks once again. But, Minho smirks- he almost impressed at this point.

"Let's move."

The group starts the make their way down the halls.

"We gotta get Teresa." Thomas states.

"Who?" You question him. "Who is that?"

"A friend."

"A friend? Seriously? We- oh, finch it, I don't know who any of you guys are either."

"I'm Newt, if that helps." The blond says.

"Frypan."

You look at him. "You're called Frypan?"

"I'm-"

"Yes, I know who you are, Minho."

Rounding another corner, you're almost immediately met by gunshot. You're quick to retreat, letting go of Dr Crawford as she also ducks for cover.

"They're shooting at us!"

"No shit!"

You back away, running in the other direction when Minho suddenly stops.

"Minho!" Thomas yells. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Minho!" You yell as the boy starts charging in the direction of the shooter.

Just as he rounds the corner, Minho jumps, kneeing the guy in the chest and causing him to crash into the wall, knocking him out cold.

All of you, including Crawford, run over, staring at the guy on the floor in some kind of awe.

"Shit, Minho," Newt says and you snort.

"Not bad, stick," you grin at him, watching as he smiles himself, "not bad at all."

Thomas grabs the Launcher, using it to direct the doctor as you make your way to this girl you don't know.

"Dr. Crawford," a scientist says as you force her to pretend to open the door, only for Thomas to follow her and everyone go into a panic.

"Where is she? Where is she!" Thomas is pointing the gun at anyone and everyone as they put their hands on their heads.

He passes the gun to Minho as he rips away a curtain, revealing a girl.

"Get down!" Minho yells. "Get down, now!"

The scientists and doctors all get on the ground as Newt starts tying their hands together to deem them less of a threat.

"You're never gonna get away with this!" Doctor Crawford threatens.

"Yeah?" You scoff. "Watch us."

"Guys!" Frypan, who's watching the door shouts. "They're coming! Where do we go?!"

"Frypan! Move!" Newt pushes over a medical table, shoving it in front of the door just as it's nearly forced open.

"Get back!" Minho grabs your wrist, pulling you behind him along with his friends. "Get back!" He points the gun at the door, keeping you all protected. "Okay! We gotta get outta here! Where do we go?"

"Everybody stand back!" Thomas yells, picking up a chair and slamming it against the glass window, only for it to bounce off. "Newt! Help! Help!"

The boy grabs another chair. "Ready?"

At the same time, they smash the glass, sending shards scattering everywhere as you use your hand to shield your face.

"Go! Go! Go!"

It's a blur of action and yelling as you all try to climb out of the window.

"Hurry! Go!" Minho yells, lingering back before tossing the Launcher to Thomas and jumping over himself.

"Stay behind me," Thomas instructs you all as he opens the door, revealing another Guard.

Which he immediately shoots.

In a burst of sparks and electricity, the man hits the floor, his body seizing and twitching uncontrollably.

You're stunned for a second, but you recollect fairly quickly. Running past the guy, all of you break into a sprint, eager to escape as you near the exit.

"There it is!" Reaching the door, Thomas tries the key card, which denies access.

"Shit! Come on!" Thomas begs. "No, no, no!"

"Thomas!" You spin to see Janson making his way down the corridor. Handing you the key card, he raises his weapon, walking towards them.

"Open the door, Janson!" He yells.

"You really don't want me to."

"Open the damn door!"

"Listen to me!" The Rat Man snaps. "I'm trying to save your life. The Maze is one thing, but you kids won't last a day out in the Scorch. If the elements don't kill you, the Cranks will. Thomas, you have to believe me. I only want what's best for you."

"Yeah, let me guess, WCKD is good?"

Whilst this exchange is going down, you're desperately trying to open the door. Both Newt and Minho stand by your sides, pushing and grabbing at the door to see if that does anything.

"You're not getting through that door, Thomas."

As if the Gods themselves were listening, the key pan suddenly lights up green. Whirring as it rises, it reveals Aris and Winston standing there.

"Hey, guys," Aris says and relief washes over you.

"You crazy bastard," you laugh. "Come on!"

"Thomas! Come on! Let's go!" Newt yells.

Thomas starts shooting, the amo quickly running out, so he launches the weapon towards them.

Janson barks orders down his radio and the door starts to quick close.

You all start to yell words of encouragement, pushing Thomas as he starts to bolt towards the door. He hits the floor, sliding aross the mouth surface as he slips under it.

"Move! Move!" Aris slams a pipe into the pad, breaking it as the rest of you grab as many supplies from nearby as possible.

You're in some kind of warehouse area, all of you sprinting towards another set of giant doors; WCKD personnel flooding from all areas.

You reach them first, pulling on a handle and having to cover your face from flying sand as they open.

Running out into the desert, all you can do is tell each other to keep moving, and that you'll lose them in the storm. It's dark and windy and hard to run.

Following the girl, she finds a building buried in the sand, and you're the first to following as you slip into the shelter.

Eventually, you all have a moment to catch your breaths, using a flashlight to illuminate your new surroundings.

You're too busy examining to listen to Thomas' full explanation and the Gladers' arguing.

Eventually, they come up with some plan to find the Right Arm and you find footsteps.

You start moving, deciding to stay close to Minho because he has the best light source.

"You were pretty good back there," you attempt to make some light-hearted conversation since you just risked your life with this kid.

"Yeah? You weren't so bad yourself." You chuckle, accepting his compliment. "I, uh, I never caught your name."

"What? Tommy-boy didn't tell you?" You raise an eyebrow and Minho shakes his head.

Even in the dark, it's easy to see how attractive the boy is. He's well built and effortlessly charming. And impressive from the stunts he pulled before.

You might just develop a crush on this kid.

"(Y/N)."

He hums in response. "I like it; (Y/N), really rolls off the tongue."

You roll your eyes, but hearing him say your name does make you feel a typa way.

The feeling is mutual, too. Bold and quick-thinking, but also caring and easy to talk to. Not to mention you're easily the most attractive girl Minho has seen (which isn't many but that's not the point.)

"Minho! Quit flirting with the new girl and give us a hand!" Newt shouts, making you try to repress a smirk.

"I wasn't flirting!" Even in the dim light, you can see Minho's reddened expression.

"Sure, you weren't!"

Confident and smooth, but easily flustered.

Good to know.

He turns to you. "I wasn't flirting."

You grin. "Uh-huh."

He opens his mouth to say something, but nothing comes out and he ends up looking like a fish out of water.

You snort. "Yanno, you can flirt with me, if ya want to. I don't mind." You playfully wink at him, unsure if he can even see it before you jog off, catching up to your friend.

He watches as you throw an arm over Aris' shoulder before he puts an arm around your back.

Minho stands there, grinning like the Cheshire Cat before dropping his head and shaking it to himself.

"Okay, lover boy, c'mon," Thomas says, having watched the whole exchange, "you're with me."

"Shut up, shank," Minho playfully pushes his friend, "don't you wanna be with your girlfriend, anyway?"

"I should be asking you that." Minho rolls his eyes.

But he smirks.

Yeah, okay, maybe he likes you. After all, you can't really nearly die with a hot girl without catching feelings, can you?

Okay, so, not quite as good as some of my other pieces and there's barely any romance, but that tends to happen with my pieces that I have to pull the movie up for lol.

Maybe a part 2 is in order again? Well, you guys will have to let me know about that.

I hope you enjoyed :))

[siriustaylorsversion]

Hi!

I love your writing and just wanted to request a sadie sink x reader where they both are starring in stranger things. It can be both in social media and irl.

Thank you!!!

daylight

thank you!! i wasn't sure if you wanted it to be just social media separately so i made it a mix of both... i am so in love with sadie sink it's not a joke.

face claim: gacie abrams warnings: language based on the song daylight by taylor swift!

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 the truth, but never goodbye

I never thought that one day would turn my life over this much. I went from just a high school kid to an actress in strangers things along with some of my best friends and as cheesy as this sounds... my heart. Sadie and I had been best friends for two years (while I had the biggest crush on her, mind you) before one drunken night I kissed her out of the blue... imagine my surprise when she kissed me back...

I was on cloud nine. It felt like a dream. Hell, it still does! Every time she looks at me with those gorgeous blue eyes gives me that smile, talks to me with her intoxicating voice, and every goddamn time she touches me, I lose it. And... so do the fans.

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 sleeping so long in a 20-year dark night And now I see daylight, I only see daylight

yourname.official

yourname.official happy two years @sadesink!!! i am so so lucky to have you by my side. you are my rock, my best friend, and my soulmate and i am grateful for all the highs and lows and for every single moment i've spent with you. thank you for your unwavering support, your infectious laughter, and your unconditional love. you are the reason I wake up each day with a smile on my face, and the thought of spending my life with you fills me with joy. happy anniversary, my love. Here's to many more years of love, laughter, and happiness. liked by sadiesink, taylorswift and 3,09,800 others.

sadiesink You really brought tears in my eyes. I love you so so much. Thank you for... everything 🥺💕

forever.more OMFG MY PARENTS 🥺 fearstrx you're both so gorgeous!!!! y/nsinks this duo is the only reason i believe in love anymore 😔 yourname.forevermore I LOVE THIS. I LOVE YOU BOTH. I'VE FINALLY STARTED LOVING LIFE.

milliebobbybrown 💘🥺

taylornation you guys!!! 💓

yourname.forevermore SCREAMING.CRYING.THROWINGUP.

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 Clearing 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

-flashback-

"You what?!" I asked furrowing my brows feeling a mixture of anger and confusion. "I revealed that we're dating on the jimmy fallon show..." she said with uncertainty in her eyes. "I heard what you said.. but why?" I asked. "Do you not want anyone to know-" "No, of course, I do but, are you sure that YOU want to be seen with me?" She walked up and gave me a hug from behind which she knows always calms me down... "There's nothing I'd want more," she said almost in tears. "I'm- don't cry, Sades" I mutter with my eyes closed. "Sadie... I care about you so so much but you realize both our managing teams said that it's best not to reveal this, right?!" "You think I care, I don't want to hear any of their remarks but the thing that I want most is to be with you!" she hugged me from behind, knowing my weakness. "Of course, I want that too. I just want what's most beneficial for you..." I said. "Well, staying with you has many many benefits" she whispered laughing into the crook of my neck. "Oh my, ms. Sink, you've managed to convince me" I finally break into a smile and pull her in front of me.

And I can still see it all (In my mind) All of you, all of me (Intertwined) I once believed love would be (Black and white) But it's golden (Golden) And I can still see it all (In my head) Back and forth from New York (Sneaking in your bed) I once believed love would be (Burning red) But it's golden Like daylight, like daylight Like daylight, daylight

We had finished our press release and were walking to a pub with the whole cast. Sadie looked like a goddess. No joke, she looked better than Aphrodite herself and I had just zoned out thinking about how goddamn lucky I was. Of course, being the darling she is, she noticed this and gave me a playful nudge... "I'm so fucking lucky to have you in my life, Sadie Sink" I look her in the eyes and voice my thoughts. "Yes, you are now don't get all sappy on me," She says while squeezing my hands three times. This woman right here? I'm gonna marry her. I decided that right then and there. The light that she's gotten in my world.. she's the literal definition of sunshine in my eyes. She's my daylight. She is my everything I realize watching her with pride shining in my eyes.

Like daylight It's golden like daylight You gotta step into the daylight and let it go Just let it go, let it go

-flashback-

It was terrifying, our 5-month anniversary... I had rehearsed many many scripts before but now my head fails me as I am in front of the love of my life finally wanting to admit it that I loved her...

We paused in front of our favorite bakery and got our favorite croissants. Sitting on the bench I let my panic take over... "Okay I need to tell you something but I need you to stay quiet," She said to me. "Thank you for being here with me for so long and I am so so grateful for you. You're the most perfect girl I've ever seen and" "Okay..." I managed to speak out but all I saw was black and white as I anticipated the words "but we should see other people".

"I-" she stayed quiet for the longest thirteen seconds of my life and then she said, "it's been occurring to me that I'd like to hang out with you for my whole life." It was our thing... when we couldn't express our feelings fully with words, we started using lyrics.

I wanna be defined by the things that I love Not the things I hate Not the things that I'm afraid of, I'm afraid of Not the things that haunt me in the middle of the night I, I just think that You are what you love

"I love you, y/n y/l/n" she said looking up at me with hopeful eyes. "Well, damn you beat me to it. And with Taylor swift lyrics, how original!" I talked back. "Shut up you scared me there" she laughed out.

"I’ve never been so into somebody before and every time we both touch I only want more. I love you more, Sadie Sink" I say

"Not possible!" She says and just as I am about to counter her, she kisses me to shut me up. Yes... the best day ever.

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

I think when Sirius ran away, and he went to live with the Potters, he got very attached to Euphemia. She went through a similar things when she ran away from her own home. My headcanon is that she grew up in a very strict misogynistic environment. And she ran to the UK to fulfill her dream of being a nurse. So Sirius felt comfortable to tell her about his family (he was embarrassed to tell James or anyone else).

Sirius was constantly after her, asking her things and trying to spend time with her. It got to the point that James started getting jealous. Of course as a privileged kid with good parents, he had no idea what Sirius craved. And sometimes he didn't appreciate what he had.

James found his mother showing Sirius some pictures and telling him about her life. They were sitting so close and she ocassionately touched his chin delicately. James felt a pang of jealousy rushing through him.

"Hey! What's up, what are you doing?" James got inside interrupting them.

"Oh James! I was showing Sirius some old pictures"

"Effie, you were very pretty..."

"Watch it, Black! That's my mum! What do you mean, pretty?" James asked and Sirius shrugged "And what do you mean was? Look at this woman now. She is gorgeous"

Euphemia smiled. Sirius nodded.

"Say it! Say my mum is gorgeous"

"James..." Effie warned.

"She's gorgeous..." Sirius said, blushing a little.

"Watch it, Black. That's my mum you're talking about." James teased.

"Bloody hell, James" Effie rose to her feet "Please stop teasing this poor boy" she hit her son's arm slightly.

"What do you mean? I love Sirius"

James walked over to Sirius, patted his cheek affectionately and put an arm around him. Sirius rolled his eyes with a smile.

"Right" Euphemia sighed as the boys grinned "You must be hungry. I'll fix you some snacks"

"Thank you, mummy!"

"You are the best, Effie. Thank you"

When Euphemia walked out of the room, James laid on the bed and Sirius took a seat, looking fondly at the door.

"Your mum is really cool, Potter" Sirius said.

James was still kind of jealous.

"I know she is cool. She is my mum. Mine" James snapped.

"Yeah" Sirius smiled "Did you know her story? She was telling me just now... She's been really brave..."

"Yeah, Sirius. She's told me many times about her life. I know everything about her"

"Okay... Don't get jelaous, Prongsie"

"Jealous?" James asked, sounding pretty jealous "No. Not at all. I mean, I am glad you've become close..." he faked a smile. "Cool cool... MY mum is really wicked."

Sirius sighed "It's not fair, I really wish I had her as my mum. But I got the wicked witch instead..." he tutted.

"Come on, Pads" James added, feeling a bit guilty "Don't exaggerate..."

"I am not exaggerating. Walburga Black is the worst! And so as Orion!" Sirius snapped furiously "Honestly, Potter. You don't know how lucky you are... You're lucky to have a mother like Effie. Make the most out of it."

"I do appreciate my mum, Black" James spat "I don't know what you mean"

"Okay..." Sirius shrugged. And luckily they changed the subject.

But that conversation got James thinking and that night, Sirius found James with Effie when he went to get some water to the kitchen. He found them laughing and talking about something. Then he saw James hugging his mother.

"Love you, mum"

"And what's the reason of the sudden affection?" Euphemia asked.

"Don't act like I never give you a hug, woman" James tutted. Euphemia smiled "Remember when I was little and I used to cuddle on your lap, and you told me a story?"

Euphemia nodded as she smiled. "Of course I remember, love"

"Can we do that now?"

Euphemia raised an eyebrow "I thought the grown-up man was too old for that kind of stuff." she teased.

"No" James pouted "I am never old for that"

"Wouldn't you get embarrassed?" Effie asked as James placed his head on his mother's lap anyway. She immediately ran her fingers through his hair.

"I don't mind" James answered "As long as you don't tell anyone..." he added, making his mother laugh.

"You are always going to be my baby, James." she said, giving him a kiss on his forehead. "I love you."

"Love you more, mummy"

That was when Sirius realized that he could have the best relationship with Euphemia. He could wish to be considered her son and sometimes be treated like one. But he was never going to be her actual son. James was. James was her son and only him. James was Monty's son. It was so unfair. What did James do to have those parents while Sirius got the Blacks? Sirius would always be Walburga and Orion's son. And they would never love him like Effie and Monty loved James.

That realization made Sirius ran upstairs and cry until he was to tired to do so and he fell asleep.

[twoturtlesinabathtub]

Writing more DbD Weskennedy for Weskennedy Week 2024!

Sneak peek at Part 1, the prompts for which are Predator/Prey and Hurt/Comfort. It feels so good to be back lol

Don't do the finger wag, Leon thought. He'd punch Wesker in his stupid, handsome face if he did that smug little finger wag.

"There's no point in hiding, Kennedy." The locker doors banged open, and Leon was met with the sight of a tall man in black who was holding a wicked looking blade as long as the rookie's forearm.

Well, Leon had made a personal resolution. He hauled back and aimed a right hook at Wesker's head; the Killer's inhuman reflexes kicked in and he caught it instantly, giving Leon an unimpressed look. Regardless, his hand around the Survivor's fist loosened and came to grasp his wrist, a gloved thumb brushing over the pulse point. Leon yanked against the hold, wide-eyed, but his efforts were, predictably, futile as all hell. The Killer watched unblinkingly as the Survivor pulled as far away as he could, plastering himself to the cheap metal back of the locker.

"Leon," Wesker said simply, voice low and even.

"G-get—" The rookie's tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth as he looked to the side, unable to meet the glowing, serpent gaze trained steadily on him. He suppressed a flinch when Wesker's hand pulled his own forward until it was splayed against the Killer's chest, just to the left of his sternum. Leon felt the rhythmic thumping under warm leather and tried not to recoil.

It was...difficult. Fighting his instincts—both his natural human-versus-Tyrant ones and the fear implanted in his brain by an eldritch monster—was no easy task. It helped whenever an inkling of clarity broke through and Wesker touched Leon, gently, with no intent to injure or infect. It was usually the older man who saw through the haze first. Maybe it was because Wesker was more intelligent and detached from his emotions, or because he wasn't the one fighting for his fucking life—Leon didn't analyze it too deeply. For now, he just focused on not flipping out while in the presence of a superhuman who could snap him like a twig.

Leon concentrated on his breathing, the rise and fall of his own chest as he flexed his fingers, making small indents in Wesker's shirt. When he eventually felt like his heart wasn't going to explode, the rookie looked up into eyes that had gone from malicious and threatening to patient and inviting. Leon let out a long, quiet exhale.

Without explicitly saying so, he'd created a signal to indicate the trial induced terror had left him: he'd call Wesker something absurd. The older man absolutely hated it. "Hey, sugar pie," said Leon with a saccharine grin. He laughed when Wesker's expression became downright disgusted and he flashed Leon his you're-lucky-I-am-enamored-with-you glower.

"How are they getting worse every time?" the Killer grumbled under his breath.

"I dunno what you're talking about." Leon snickered again when Wesker's face suggested he'd bitten into a lemon, peel and all.

"Don't you? I suspect half of your free time is spent devoted to coming up with the most nonsensical endearments possible."

"So you admit that they're endearing?"

"To you, perhaps," Wesker huffed. "I do have an actual name, you know."

"Oh, right. In that case..." Leon stepped forward a little in the cramped space, lifting up onto his toes. "Get down here, Albert."

Something atypically delicate flashed in Wesker's eyes and he complied, leaning down to capture Leon's mouth in a soft kiss. The younger man was further calmed when he heard a quiet hiss of steel against leather, indicating Wesker had sheathed his blade.

Eventually, Leon pulled away, and both men pointedly ignored the guttural roar of a generator being finished in the distance. "How are your matches going?" the rookie asked.

"Well, as expected. I am—" Wesker's nostrils flared, and his humorless grin exposed bright, gritted teeth— "cooperating. Fewer headaches that way."

"Yeah?" Leon's hand on Wesker's chest wandered absentmindedly, tracing random patterns against the sleek material. "How long's it been, do you think?" The concept of time in The Entity's realm was iffy at best, especially to Survivors, who couldn't exactly make good guesswork whenever they were dead; Wesker had taken it upon himself to try keeping track of it regardless, counting seconds and minutes and hours in one of his exercises to keep his mind occupied.

Wesker paused and stared into space, his right hand coming to cup the side of Leon's neck. Eventually, he looked back at Leon. "Approximately six days and eleven hours, give or take a handful of seconds."

The rookie sighed. "It felt longer than that to me."

"I agree," Wesker replied. "I think the mansion is starting to miss you."

Cute, thought Leon. His fingers trailed upward to fiddle with the collar of Wesker's shirt. "I've been missing it, too. I just—" he grimaced slightly in irritation— "I'll do well in a match, escape, and then the Killer in the next one is just...better. Totally on their game, and I get my ass beat. I hate it. I just didn't want the mansion seeing me all bruised and battered whenever I went to visit it after a rough trial."

"The mansion wouldn't have minded," Wesker insisted, and Leon's heart twanged at the gentleness in the Killer's voice. "It wants to make you feel safe."

"I appreciate it," said Leon softly. He hooked a finger into Wesker's collar and pulled him down for another soft brush of lips. "And you can tell it I'll likely be there soon, since my current match is against a bastard who I doubt will go easy on me."

Wesker chuckled as the pad of his thumb brushed over Leon's Adam's apple, which bobbed nervously when the rookie realized the grip on his neck had tightened by a fraction. Old habits really did die hard—either that or Wesker was already slipping back into Murder Mode. "Have I ever?" the older man asked.

Leon sighed. "Okay, we both know where this is going. Still clocked in."

The Killer's hand dropped from Leon's neck down to his own side, gloved fingertips brushing against his knife sheath. "The music plays," he affirmed, blinking a few times in rapid succession as his forehead creased.

"Can I make one little request before you go all batshit-bioweapon on me?" Leon asked, grinning when Wesker rolled his eyes. He plowed on before the Killer could respond. "Try not to infect me—it feels godawful, and hunting down those spray cans is a pain in the ass."

Wesker's expression remained impassive, as neutral as he could manage. "You know full well I can't promise that."

Leon did know. Even now, he looked down at Wesker's left arm and saw slick, slimy tendrils of Uroboros starting to ooze from his skin and glove and sleeve. "Well, can't blame me for trying." The corner of Wesker's mouth twitched up. "Besides, you can make it up to me later."

"Really?" Wesker's voice lowered to a silken murmur as he leaned down, meeting Leon's gaze at his own level as scalding eyes burned through black glasses. Funny how the man could be both threatening and seductive at the same time. "And what did you have in mind?"

"You're a smart guy," Leon said lightly. "I'm sure you'll figure it out." He took Wesker by the lapels of his coat and reeled him in for a final kiss, quick and filthy, and felt Wesker relax for half a second. "I've actually got something for you, first," Leon continued, making an approving sound when Wesker's nose skimmed across his cheek. The heat radiating from the older man was almost comforting enough to make Leon forget they were in the middle of a trial.

"Hmm?" Wesker murmured, finally pulling away. Something approaching regret creased his brow, even as the rookie heard the unmistakable noise of a knife being slid from its sheath.

Leon smiled softly. "Yep. Just for you." He leaned in as if he were going for another kiss. Wesker was too distracted to notice the Survivor had retrieved something from his back pocket.

The realization hit Wesker as soon as he heard a click and something metal thunking to the ground, and his eyes widened in shock just as Leon squeezed his own shut, clapping a hand over them for extra protection. Getting hit by the blinding flash in such a small space was like staring directly at the sun; Wesker yelped in surprised pain, throwing an arm over his face and staggering back. Leon shoved right past the Killer before he could recover and vaulted through the window, a shit-eating grin stretched across the rookie's face.

[legacyshenanigans]

The phrase, “you’re tacky and I hate you” reminds me of Ominis. Can you do some HC’s about our unbothered king roasting people?

He do be like that 🤣 yeah sure I'll do some moment of our Lad being an unbothered bitch basically 💚😊

Ominis and his Unbothered bitchy Sass💚

Everett: *singing*

Ominis: I beg you..Stop

Everett: Excuse me? *frowns* I have the voice of an angel!

Ominis: I agree.

Everett: ...Oh *smiles*

Ominis: *wicked smirk* if by Angel you mean a fallen one..Screaming..On their descent from heaven to hell..

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Garreth: *waffling on about something ridiculous*

Ominis: *idle stare*

Garreth: .....Hello? Ominis? I'm talking to you..

Ominis: Oh, apologies Weasley, for a moment I felt I was in some kind of fever dream..Due to the utter drivel coming out of your mouth.

Garreth: (?!)

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Leander: *coming to potions class after not being there the day before* Hey everyone! Did you miss me yesterday?

Ominis: Like a hole in the head, Prewett *smiles*

Leander: ..I..Is that a good thing?

Ominis: *pats his back* Sure Leander..*smiles* sure...Why not.

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Poppy: *minding her business*

Ominis: *sat near her and hands her a strong scented flower*

Poppy: Oh?! Thank you.

Ominis: You're welcome, i feel it may mask the smell of kneazel piss..

Poppy: (?!) I havnt even been NEAR the Kneazels today!? *sniffing herself*

Ominis: Oof..Well..Enjoy that flower, I know I will.

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Sebastian: I'm bored

Ominis: You're always bored...

Sebastian: I want to get up to no good *smirks*

Ominis: You always want to get up to no good...

Sebastian: *frowns*

Ominis: *playful smirk* problem is you're not very good at it Sebastian.

Sebastian: Yes I am!?

Ominis: People who are good at getting up to no good, don't..Get..Detention, constantly..

Sebastian: .....

Ominis: *pats his head and whispers* Because they don't get caught, my silly little friend.

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Amit: *sitting in Ominis's usual seat*

Ominis: *wanders over and simply sits on his lap casually*

Amit: (?!) Ominis? Do you mind?!

Ominis: Not atall...You?

Amit: I..Well..You're-

Ominis: I didn't sit on your lap because I wanted to Amit..You're not that lucky im afraid..I'm sat here because this is MY seat..

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[fandomnerd9602]

Stitched

Allyson Nelson x Wick!Reader

For @deafeningsharkslimeempath

You limp your way through the rain, the wound on your rib was a little deeper than surface level. Not that you hadn't been in a tougher spot before. But before, you had John, your dad, there to patch you up and give you pointers for the next fight. But now you don't. The last surviving Wick, some great legacy.

You traveled the whole of the United States, taking odd jobs and contracts here and there. Going from Continental to Continental hotel. And yet it all felt so empty. There was no John Wick to mentor you, or even share a cup of coffee with. You missed those times with your dad.

And now here you are, in Haddonfield. Chasing a boogeyman who might be long dead. But that didn't stop the higher ups at the High Table from assigning you contracts to take down the crop of imitators who took over. And the last one stabbed you with a kitchen knife right before you put two bullets into his head.

Now you limp to a nearby hospital, hoping that maybe they'll accept your currency. The Continental was all the way in Chicago, about as far from Haddonfield as you could get.

You trudge into the hospital, slamming down a gold coin on the receptionist's desk. "Need to be stitched now. Please" you practically begged through labored breaths.

The receptionist takes the gold coin and turns to a young nurse, "Allyson, can you do a patch job?"

Allyson, the young nurse, locks eyes with you, something about her just called out to you. Kindred soul? Or maybe it was just her beauty that got your attention. "Come with me" she grabs your hand and leads you into a nearby room.

She pours a disinfectant over the wound, "guess you know my name. You got one?"

"Y/N. Y/N Wick" you say through gritted teeth, trying to keep the pain from getting to you.

"This wound is below the skin but not too deep. You're lucky"

"You should see the other guy."

"Michael Myers?" she asks you, a little concerned.

"A pale imitation." you admire her work as she quickly stitches you up. "You're pretty good at this"

Allyson lets out a little chuckle, "kinda had a lot of practice. I got sliced once or twice by the Shape."

"Hey you survived so..." something about talking to her felt so natural.

"Okay you're just about done." she smiles at you. She grabs a packet of Advil and hands it to you, "take two of these and call me in the morning"

"But I don't have your number" you smirk

Allyson blushes, biting her lip, "do you want it?"

"Well I'm tempted to let myself get stabbed again just so I can see you again so..." you joke, earning another laugh from Allyson.

She grabs your phone and puts in her number. "Now you can call me in the morning. If you want."

"I just might" you give her a gentle smile. She walks you out to the front of the hospital.

"So Wick, you new to town?" She balances on the heels of her shoes.

"Yeah" you answer back, "Looking for a place to set down roots."

"Maybe I could give you a tour?" she looks at you hopeful.

"I'd like that" you let out a little laugh, "I'll call you. tomorrow."

"Tomorrow." she laughs back as she walks into the hospital.

Haddonfield. Hmm you may have just found a reason to stay. Maybe just maybe you can have the very thing that your dad was trying to get: a home.

[thedepthsoffandomminds]

Maze Runner Chapter eighteen

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You're woken by Mai Mai licking at your face. Newt gently turns the tiger away and you realise you're resting in his lap. His big brown eyes meet yours and he smiles.

“Good morning sweetheart.”

You sit up and look around, Thomas was also just waking up and Brenda was sitting on a couch with a blanket over her legs. The man from the front was tied to a chair and the others stood around the room. Jorge punched the man.

“I suggest that you talk! You son of a bitch! Damn it!” Jorge growled.

“I'm sorry… you're going to have to leave my house.”the man coughed.

“Looks like you've been having fun. Listen. I don't enjoy hurting you. Where is the Right Arm, Marcus?”

“Wait, this is Marcus?” Thomas stands up.

“The kid catches on quick. Are you the brains

of the operation?” The man you now knew was Marcus said.

“I know you know where they're hiding. So you tell me, and I'll make you a deal. You can come with us.” Jorge explained.

“I burned that bridge a long time ago. Besides, I made my own deal. You're the one who taught me, never miss an opportunity.” he laughed.

“What's he talking about?” Newt asks.

“I'm talking about supply and demand. WICKED wants all the Immunes they can get. I help provide that for them. So I lure the kids in, they get drunk, they have a good time. And then, later, WICKED comes in… they separate the wheat from the chaff.” Marcus explained, laughing again. He ignores the blood running down his face.

“I changed my mind, hermano. I do enjoy hurting you.” Jorge kicks the chair Marcus is tied to over and pulls his gun out. “Talk! Talk!”

“Okay! Jesus! But I'm not making any promises. These guys like to move around. They have an outpost in the mountains but it's a long way away. You got half of WICKED on your ass. You're never gonna make it.” Marcus coughs out.

“Not on foot. Where's Bertha?” It was Jorge's turn to smile.

You all pile into the car. It's a little cramped, even with Mai Mai in the trunk with Frypan. You sat on Newt's lap in the front seat, Brenda beside you with Minho, Aris, Thomas and Teresa in the back. The drive was actually nice. You all had a new set of supplies you had taken from Marcus. There was a nice breeze blowing through the car that cooled off the hot sun and it felt nice to be close to Newt again. There was a jovial air amongst your party that eased you all. Jorge drove along a road that led up the mountainside.

He stopped the car and you all tumbled out. There were a number of cars abandoned on the road.

“Well, I guess we're on foot.” he announced the obvious to you. As you walk it feels too quiet to you and apprehension tickles your nerves.

Thomas notices a bullet hole in a car windscreen, he brings his fingers up to it and a bullet whizzes past him. You all rush to hide behind the cars. Mai Mai pushes you and Newt against a car covering you with her long body. You clutch your arm to your chest and Newt sees you. The foreign stops and it goes quiet until you hear a female voice talking to Thomas and Jorge, a rifle pointed at them.

“On your feet, let's go!” The two women call you all over to them and you step forward with your arms up. The woman with the dreadlocks lowers her gun.

“Oh my god Aris?” She pulls her mask off.

“Oh my god, Harriet?” Aris rushed past you all and grabbed the woman. She was no older than any of you. The other girl pulled her mask off and ran over.

“Sonya.” Aris hugged her as well.

“Aris you're lucky we didn't shoot your dumb ass.” The blonde laughed.

“What's happening?” Minho asked.

“We were in the maze together.” Aris explained. Harriet used her fingers to send out a loud whistle.

“We're clear guys, come on out!” She shouted.

“Copy that, all clear.” A man's voice called back. Looking around the mountain tops you see several people standing up with weapons.

“Whoa.” You breathe out.

The two girls show you all up through the mountain to a set of cars.

“Err the tiger will have to go-”

“She stays with me.” You say leaving no chance for an argument.

“Sure.” Harriet gives you a tight grin and shows you to the second car. Mai Mai jumps in with you and Newt. They drive you to the main base. It's a series of tents and a hive of work. Easily over a hundred people were scattered around the base. Delicious food was being cooked nearby and you could hear laughter, genuine happy laughter.

“Where's Vince?” Sonya asked one of the men who pointed to his left.

“Whose Vince?” Thomas asked.

“He's the one that decides if you get to stay.” Harriet replied.

“I thought the right arm was supposed to be an army.” Thomas said.

“Yeah, we were. This is all that's left of us. Lot of good people died getting us this far. Who are they?” A man with blonde hair and a rough tired face stepped up to your group.

“They're Immunes. Caught 'em coming up the mountain.” Harriet explained.

“Did you check 'em?”

“I know this guy, Aris. I trust him.” She pointed at him.

“Well, I don't. Check 'em.”

Just as the other men were coming close to check you all Brenda gasped for air and fell forward, collapsing on the floor.

“Brenda! Brenda!” Jorge and Thomas jumped to her.

“What's going on?” Vince asks.

“Brenda! Brenda. Brenda, talk to me.” Jorge pulls Brenda on to his lap and holds her.

“ I'm sorry. I'm sorry.” She sputters.

“What's going on with her?” Vince growled.

“I don't know. Brenda, are you all right? Brenda? Talk to me.” Jorge begins to cry. Vince steps up to them and pulls her trousers leg up exposing the posing wound.

“ What the hell?”

“Shit!”

“Crank! We got a Crank!”

Several.of the men draw their weapons and point them at Brenda.

“ No!” Thomas leaps in front of them, “Listen, okay? This just happened, okay?She's not dangerous yet.” He tries to explain.

“You shouldn't have brought her here!” Vince shouts.

“I know.”

“We let Cranks in here now, the safe haven doesn't last a week! Step back!” Vince moved his gun to point at Thomas.

“I understand, okay? I understand. Just listen. Please. Please, okay? I told her that you could help.”

“Okay? No.”

“There's got to be something you can do.” He implores them.

“Yeah, there is. I can put her out of her misery.” Vince moves forward aiming his pistol at Brenda once again.

“No! No!” You all shout at once. Vince grabs hold of Thomas.

“Vince, that's enough! Let him go. Let him go!” a woman pushed through the crowd over to Brenda and crouched beside her.

“She's infected, Doc. There's nothing we can do for her.” Vince said.

“No, but he can. Hello, Thomas.” The woman said with a soft smile.

“What?” Thomas took a step back, “You know me?”

“Interesting. It makes sense they'd put you in the maze. Though I must admit...I was worried they'd kill you after what you did.” She said.

“What I did?”

“The first time we spoke, you said you couldn't take it anymore, watching your friends die, one by one. The last time we spoke, you gave me the coordinates of every WICKED compound, trial and lab.”

“He was our source.” Vince realised.

“We couldn't have pulled all this off without him. Take her to the tent. Get these guys some warm clothes. Thomas, come on. I need to get some blood from you.” She said, You watched as they went into the med tent.

In the beginning, we were lost. Harriet and Sonya showed you all over to a tent where they issued you all with warmer coats. She leads Mai Mai over to the cook tent where she is given a large slab of meat.

Newt watches you, pressing his lips together.

“Y/n, can I talk to you?” He asks and you follow him back out of the tent and round one of the large rocks, blocking you from view of the others.

“What happened to your arm?” He asks abruptly.

“I don't know what you mean.” You say and instinctively pull your arm closer to yourself.

“Show me, please.” You can see the fear in his eyes and it melts you.

“Look it happened when Winston got hurt. One of the Cranks-”

“What?” He grabbed your arm and pulled back your sleeve, revealing the bite wound. It was clean and healing. Newt blinked a few times.

“What?” He says again.

“I guess I am immune.” You say, hoping it would lighten his mood.

“Y/n, why did you hide this from me?” he asks, running his thumb over the healing wound.

“I was frightened, I didn't want to turn into one of them. I didn't want you to see me like that. I figured if anything happened I could just sort it out myself.” You admit, holding back the tears that wanted to fall. Newt pulled your arm up to his face and kissed the wound.

“You don't have to go through anything alone anymore.” He took a breath, kissed your knuckles, “I love you, so I'll help you with anything that happens.” He took your other hand and pressed a soft kiss to your palm, “it killed me not knowing if you were alive before, Mai Mai had to drag me away from there when the building collapsed.” A tear fell from his eye as he looked at you.

“I'm sorry, Newt. I haven't been a very good girlfriend.” You try to make.a.joke and he chuckles.

“No, you've been terrible.” He laughs and pulls you closer by wrapping your arms around his neck, your faces now inches apart. You feel his breath fan out over you as he closes the space between you. Your body freezes for a second when his lips finally touch yours, until your body takes over and you melt into him. Newt holds you against the rock as he kisses you until you both have to draw back and breathe.

"I love you too, newt" your smile.

@fandomfan-102 @deanstolemydragon @afalls14universe @akilaporu001

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[your-divine-ribs]

White Wedding

Words: 2k (was supposed to be a blurb whoops!)

Van eats you out under your wedding dress right after the ceremony // Inspired by 🤍 anon’s horny thoughts… xxx

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"Good afternoon Mrs McCann."

You didn't register for a second, didn't realise Van was actually talking to you, but as you lifted your head at the sound of his voice and saw him beaming at you, the realisation hit you.

That was your name now. You'd done it. You'd actually got married... to the love of your life.

"Mrs McCann," you whispered to yourself, an excited giggle bubbling up from the back of your throat and bursting free. You were giddy with it, drunk on the heady feeling of the love that you felt for the man who was standing before you, the one who you'd just vowed to spend the rest of your life with... for better or for worse... and if it got any better than this then you were in heaven for sure.

"Feels funny you calling me that," you laughed. "Doesn't feel like you're talking to me at all."

"Well you'd better get used to it love, 'cause this is it now... for the rest of our lives."

He reached out his hand to yours but didn't take it, he simply slipped it to rest under yours, your matching wedding bands on display, the polished gold glimmering in the sunlight which streamed in through the chapel windows.

The smile stretched wide on your face, you couldn't help it. Your cheeks were starting to ache with the way that you'd been grinning like a Cheshire Cat all day. "I'm such a lucky girl," you said, reaching up a hand to brush Van's hair out of his face, letting your fingers trail tenderly down his jawline.

"Reckon I'm the lucky one," he replied, leaning in close to you, your lips connecting in a soft kiss that rapidly became heated as your hands moved down to his bum, squeezing firmly as you pulled his body closer to yours.

"Mmm... keep that up and I'm gonna have to whisk you away somewhere and have my wicked way with ya!"

You both chuckled as you broke away, a little breathlessly. You were alone in the small country chapel, all your family and friends having moved on to the reception in a nearby hotel whilst you awaited the arrival of the photographer. The grounds here were stunning and you knew they'd make a gorgeous back-drop for your wedding photos.

"I'm sure you can wait," you tutted at him, hands resting on his hips.

He shook his head, still smiling. "That's just the thing, I really don't know if I can..."

You were sure he was only joking but as you looked at him that afternoon, all kitted out smart and handsome in his suit, eyes simmering with love and affection and just a hint of lust, you started to entertain the idea. It was just the two of you after all. No one would know a thing about it.

But you couldn't... you were in a church for gods sake... You pushed the inappropriate thoughts away, busying yourself with straightening his tie. "I'm afraid you're gonna have to Van... first it's the photos and then the car's coming to take us straight back to the hotel. We're not gonna have time for one of your quickies today!"

"Where there's a will there's a way," he smirked, a hand smoothing down over your hips to grab a fistful of the silky layers and netting of your wedding dress. "Don't tell me you're not tempted. I can see it in your eyes love, I know you're thinking about it. I know that look all too well."

He gradually began to lift your dress upwards, grinning mischievously.

"Oh my god! We're in church remember?" You giggled, not making a move to stop him, your breath hitching as his cool touch connected with your thigh, his fingers moving upwards to alight on the soft lace of the frilly garter you wore.

"What's all this?" He exclaimed, eyes widening in delight as he pulled your dress up higher, exposing your white lace-topped stockings. He tugged on the garter, letting it snap back gently against your skin. "Fuckin' 'ell, just look at you! Now I know I'm definitely the lucky one!"

"It's tradition," you grinned, laughing at his awestruck expression. "You know... something old, something new..." you indicated your grandmother's antique tiara and your dress in turn. "Something borrowed..." you slid a finger along the row of tiny freshwater pearls that you wore around your neck that your best friend had lent you. "And something blue..." you said finally, Van's eyes falling back to the garter and the delicate blue ribbon that was threaded through it.

"My beautiful wife," he grinned proudly. "You really do think of everything huh?"

Then all of a sudden he released your dress, firmly grabbing hold of your hand and pulling, urging you to follow him. "C'mon babe, come with me... I've had an idea."

"What are you doing now? Where are we going?" You asked, letting him tow you down the narrow aisle you'd just traversed nervously an hour previously, your satin-covered stilettos clacking loudly on the stone flooring.

"Reckon we've got about fifteen minutes before the photographer arrives," he called behind him as he pulled you into the far corner of the church and urged you to sit down on a small wooden pew pushed up against the wall. "Just enough time for a little appetiser..."

If his words didn't tell you what he had in mind then the mischievous smirk on his lips and his next actions certainly did. You watched on, excited and stunned as he quickly sank to his knees before you, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he looked up at you to gauge your reaction. He placed his hands on your thighs, easing them apart. "What d'ya say huh, Mrs McCann? We got time for a little bit of fun?"

"We can't do it in here! Are you bloody crazy?" You uttered in disbelief, imagining the wedding photographer arriving early and catching you in a compromising position, pristine wedding dress hitched up around your hips whilst Van had you bent awkwardly over a wooden pew whilst he pounded into you from behind. It didn't matter that the deliciously naughty thought lit a fire between your legs, there was no way you could risk it.

"I don't mean like proper shagging!" Van laughed, gripping the hem of your dress, bunching it up in his fingers and raising it, fixing you with a smouldering look. "Just wanna make my gorgeous new wife feel good don't I? You know I can't resist ya."

As he spoke he leaned in, pressing a featherlight kiss to the inside of your knee, eyes still on yours, your heart starting to race as his filthy intentions became clear all at once. "Can't believe you wanna do this now... in here of all places!"

"C'mon love," he pleaded, pausing to drag his soft lips up your inner thigh, catching the garter in his teeth to tug on it gently. "Now's the perfect time. I know what you'll be like after a few glasses of champagne at the reception, you'll be falling asleep before I've even got your wedding dress off. At least this way I can make sure the smile you wear for the photographer's genuine!"

"Of course it'll be genuine, silly!" You giggled, easing your legs further apart as he started planting warm, lingering kisses all over the skin of your upper thighs, his nose nudging temptingly against your lace covered core. "I just don't wanna get caught that's all. What would people say?"

"Not a problem... no one'll even know what I'm up to," he chuckled, and then to your surprise he pulled the voluminous layers of netting and silk up and over his head, nestling himself neatly into the small space between your spread legs.

"Ahhh shit..." you breathed, sucking in a gasp as you felt his fingers curl firmly around your thighs, his lips grazing over your covered clit. You couldn't quite believe what you were doing... and where you were doing it, but you shouldn't have been surprised. Van's fun-loving, reckless and incorrigible naughty streak was one of your favourite things about him, that and his ability to reduce you to a moaning, whimpering mess with his skilled fingers and tongue within minutes.

You could feel him under there now, his breath hot on your core, his tongue teasing you over the sheer lace of your panties, making you shiver.

"Van..." you sighed, an appreciation and a plea all rolled into one, your hands curling tightly around the edge of the wooden pew. You could just see his legs and his well-shined shoes sticking out from underneath the layers of your dress and the comical sight made you snigger to yourself, but your laugh was soon cut short when you felt him snare the lace of your panties in his teeth as he began to tug them down your thighs.

You were bare under the dress within seconds, fretting fleetingly that he'd torn the delicate lace in his haste, but you couldn't dwell on your inconsequential worries for long. Not when the heavenly feel of his tongue was a euphoric distraction, laving purposefully over your folds, seeking out your clit.

"You taste so good babe... so fuckin' sweet for me," you heard him murmur from under the layers of your dress, your cheeks flushing rosy red in response. There was something so deliciously naughty and arousing about not being able to see him but feeling his tongue fervently exploring you, every tender kiss and warm, wet lick intensified as you felt your toes curling, your eyes fluttering shut.

He grabbed harshly at the flesh of your thighs, fingers digging furrows into your tender skin, the roughness of his hungry touch a thrilling contrast to the soft blissful drag of his tongue. If he'd not been under your dress right now you'd have your hands buried in the roots of his hair, pulling and twisting his locks between your fingers. You had to settle instead for gripping the edge of the pew tightly, your fingernails digging into the wood as Van honed in on your sweet spot, tongue drawing slippery circles over your bud. He did it over and over, spurred on by the way the muscles in your thighs clenched up tight, the soft moans and sighs you tried so hard to hold back spilling forth anyway.

"Fuck... 'm gonna come," you squeaked out, your legs starting to shake. "Please don't stop... there... right there..."

You bit down hard on your lower lip to stifle your sounds, feeling Van press his face even further into your slickness, eager to lick up every last drop of your sweetness. Lightening bolts of pleasure coursed through you, zipping up your spine and radiating out along your limbs, your core on fire. You'd have screamed out loud if you weren't currently in a chapel, even the muffled whimpers you were making were amplified acoustically as they bounced off the stone walls.

"Shit... shit... shit..." you cursed as the waves of your climax peaked and then started to recede, your legs still trembling as Van released his grip to tenderly stroke your skin.

"Oh my god... that was unreal... now I know why I married you!" You giggled in between panting, your head tilting back to rest against the wall, trying to catch your breath.

There was a moment of fumbling under your dress, some incoherent muttering as Van manoeuvred himself out from beneath the silky layers, his hair all disheveled and his eyes bright, his red lips glistening with your arousal as he licked at them proudly.

"So it turns out my wife's a dirty little minx... who'd have thought it huh?" He smirked, giddily getting to his feet and brushing down his suit, adjusting his tie which was askew. "And there was me thinking you were all innocent in that pretty white dress."

"It's all you... you're the bad influence," you chided playfully, rising up on still shaky legs, reaching out to rest your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself.

The wedding photos taken that afternoon turned out perfectly, some would even go so far as to say they were magical. The photographer was overjoyed, enthusing about the pretty flush staining your cheeks and the sparkle in Van's eye, saying it added that extra little 'je ne sais quoi' that he always strived for when he photographed couples in love. Of course, you and Van knew perfectly well what the secret to that was... 🤍

[quispy-quisp]

AFYCSO vs VLV, what... even...

disclaimer: this is just a really totally biased kind of "deep-dive" into the difference between AFYCSO & VLV. yes I know there's a 17 year gap between these albums but it's such a stark contrast I can't not talk about how crazy it is to me!! (this is gonna be a long ass post lmao sorry) Panic! At The Disco and my feelings about the band

Growing up I was definitely into TWTLTRTD & DOAB era Panic! (blame my yeemo phase) but now that I'm a little older I think that AFYCSO & Pretty. Odd. are some of my all-time favourite albums. Nothing Panic ever put out pre-split makes me feel how Ryan Ross's lyrics did and every song off AFYCSO is very close to my heart. I am also a pretty avid disliker of Pray For The Wicked so just keep that in mind. All things Fever A Fever You Can't Sweat Out was released on September 27th 2005 with band members Brendon Urie, Spencer Smith, Ryan Ross, & Brent Wilson from Las Vegas. Their first album for the most part was received with a pretty mixed reaction, they were praised for not really sounding like anything there was at the time (there still isn't a band that sounds just like early Panic did) but criticized for their extremely lucky break by being signed to DCD2 which was a newly formed label owned by Pete Wentz & Patrick Stump as an off-shoot of Fueled By Ramen. In terms of sound, it's kind of hard for me to classify but there are very theatrical elements to most of the songs on that album. The album is split into two distinct sounds of music with the first half of the album being more dance-oriented and the second half being a lot more "emo" Ryan Ross, who was the main lyricist for this album, takes a lot of inspiration from author Chuck Palahniuk and his own personal experiences with infidelity & his relationship with his father. I honestly love this album I don't really have anything bad to say about it. I think Camisado & Build God, Then We'll Talk are some of my favourite songs ever so if you haven't listened to this album yet I can't recommend it enough.

Viva Las Vengeance

I don't know much about this album, unfortunately, I've listened to it ONCE but I can tell that I'm not the biggest fan of a lot of this album, it was released on August 19th 2022 under the artist name Panic! at the disco even though it's been just Brendon for a good amount of time now (that's a whole other can of worms).

From what I've read about the lyrics I think this is supposed to be a concept album but whatever the concept or underlying story is it's lost on me. I do like that they brought back the more orchestral/theatrical feel of the first albums but it still falls flat for me.

Brendon's lyrics to me feel very surface-level and almost rudimentary but I will say that Don't Let the Light Go Out is kind of a banger.

A good chunk of the time when a certain lyric is repeated at the beginning of the album and then repeated at the end, it symbolizes some sort of change in the perspective, for example, one of my other favourite albums Armor For Sleep's What To Do When You're Dead repeats the lyric "don't believe that the weather is perfect the day that you die" showing that the narrator for the album (who dies in the first song) has given up on trying to get the people who are living to hear him, in contrast to the beginning where he feels like he needs these people still (if that makes sense lol).

Brendon I feel tries to do something similar with the lyric "shut up and go to bed" repeating in the first and final track but I still really don't know what this is supposed to symbolize. it feels like there was no growth in this which makes it a lot harder for me to grasp what this album is about. Another thing I really did not enjoy about this album was the use of an 8-track tape, most if not all modern artists use auto-tune and that was really something that was lacking in this album. Brendon has always been known as the guy with the voice, with the decision to use the 8-track tape, it means you can't really auto-tune (as far as I know I might be wrong) and you can hear that Brendon is struggling to hit a good chunk of these high notes which makes some songs a lot more difficult to listen to and makes Brendon's voice a lot less palatable.

One thing I did notice in at least Middle Of A Breakup and Sad Clown is that there's this build-up for a big drop that just doesn't happen and it really throws me off. Some of these songs could be a lot better if they followed a more standard composition because without it they just sound a little wonky/off. And my last gripe with this album is Local God. If this isn't about Dallon Weekes and Ryan Ross I genuinely do not know what on earth this is supposed to be? It is extremely disrespectful to reduce two extremely creative people that you used to be close with to has-beens and "local gods". if this song is supposed to be a sincere song, then I think it may be a little tone-deaf and inappropriate especially as Ryan Ross is one of the main people responsible for Panic! At The Disco even being a thing, and Dallon Weekes being one of the most genuinely creative artists I've seen in a while. What Happened? Not only do I think the passage of time really affected the sound of Panic albums I also think the loss of the original lineup hurt the band's sound. I don't think everything post-split is bad but there's just something about the first two albums that are unmatched compared to everything else in their discography. even when Brendon is going for a more authentic sound using the 8-track tape, it still sounds wildly corporate to me and I think that's why I love the first 2 albums. I know emo doesn't really sell anymore but going the pop root honestly made me a lot less interested in panic than I was growing up. This album more than anything just made me miss pre-split more than I already do and really disappointed in Brendon for continuing the Panic! At The Disco name after everyone had left. It's really sad knowing most people only see Panic as Brendon when it was so much more back in the 2000s.

Anyway, that's the end of my post thanks for reading this, remember this is just my opinion I'd love to know what you think so shoot me a DM or comment whatever. Listen to AFYCSO and don't listen to Viva Las Vengeance for the love of god. Have a good night!!

[sleepyskunk]

List of Movies / 2023 Movie Trailer Mashup

* * *  PART I - I WOULD STILL FOLLOW YOU  * * *

0:00 - Barbie (double shot)

0:04 - Peter Pan and Wendy

0:06 - The Iron Claw

0:08 - River (double shot)

0:11 - Second tour

0:13 - Barbie

0:19 - Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves

0:21 - Canary

0:22 - Soudain Seuls

0:24 - Killers of the Flower Moon

0:26 - When You Finish Saving the World

 « Why did you look for me? I just wanted to see you one more time. Because you left so suddenly. » - Past Lives

0:26 - The Magic Flute (triple shot)

0:32 - Past Lives

0:35 - A Thousand and One

0:36 - King Coal

0:37 - Les Enfants des Autres

0:39 - The Velveteen Rabbit (double shot)

 « I still think about what would've happened if you hadn't left. I've been kind of wondering the same thing recently. » - Somebody I Used to Know

0:41 - Somebody I Used to Know (double shot)

0:44 - What Happens Later (double shot)

0:45 - Love at First Sight

0:47 - Earth Mama (double shot)

« Is it better to have had a good thing and lost it, or never to have had it. » - Love at First Sight

0:49 - The Other Zoey (double shot)

0:51 - Love Again (double shot)

0:52 - Scrapper (double shot)

0:54 - Oppenheimer

0:56 - Guardians of the Galaxy: Vol. 3

0:57 - Amerikatsi

0:58 - The Last Voyage of the Demeter (double shot)

1:00 - Pravednik

1:02 - Lord of the Wind

1:03 - The Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes (double shot)

1:05 - Society of the Snow (double shot)

1:08 - Lord of the Wind

1:09 - The Creator (double shot)

1:11 - Sitting in Bars with Cakes

« Even if you chose the saddest, darkest, coldest town, all I knew is that I’d follow you. Because you just... see the spark in everything. » - Sitting in Bars with Cake

1:12 - Elemental (triple shot)

1:15 - The Boy and the Heron

1:16 - Wish (double shot)

1:19 - The Tunnel to Summer, the Exit of Goodbyes (double shot)

1:21 - NYAD

1:22 - Knights of the Zodiac

1:23 - Migration

1:26 - The Little Mermaid

« Just remember, the thing you're running from is almost always the thing you're running towards. » - Carmen

1:28 - Poor Things

1:30 - Peter Pan & Wendy

1:32 - The Eight Mountains

1:33 - Aquaman and the Lost Kingdom

1:34 - Trolls: Band Together

1:35 - 65

1:36 - The Mission

« But this... this is the place to be. » - Mending the Line

1:38 - Jesus Revolution

1:39 - Knock at the Cabin

1:41 - Mending the Line

1:42 - The Unknown Country

1:43 - The Color Purple

1:44 - The Royal Hotel (double shot)

* * *  PART II - BITCH I GOT 'EM GOIN' CRAZY  * * *

1:46 - Skinamarink (double shot)

1:53 - Cobweb (triple shot)

« Don't be scared. I just wanna talk. It seems to be that you could use a friend. I know I could. But if you don't want one, I'll just leave. » - Cobweb

2:01 - The Boogeyman (quadruple shot)

2:09 - M3GAN (septuple shot)

2:19 - The Wrath of Becky (quadruple shot)

2:21 - Bottoms (triple shot)

2:24 - Theater Camp

2:25 - Are You There God? It's Me, Margaret (quadruple shot)

2:28 - Evil Dead Rise (double shot)

2:29 - The Seven Faces of Jane

2:30 - 80 for Brady (double shot)

2:32 - Millie Lies Low

2:33 - Flora and Son (double shot)

2:34 - House Party

2:35 - Anyone But You (double shot)

2:36 - Dicks: The Musical

2:37 - Next Goal Wins

2:37 - Magic Mike's Last Dance

2:38 - Joy Ride

2:40 - Juniper

2:44 - House Party (double shot)

2:45 - Fair Play (double shot)

2:46 - Dumb Money (double shot)

2:48 - The Beanie Bubble (double shot)

2:49 - Flamin' Hot

« Nobody ever got rich without doing no crime. » - Your Lucky Day

2:50 - Your Lucky Day

2:50 - Eileen

2:51 - Priscilla (double shot)

2:52 - The Outlaw Johnny Black

2:54 - Barbie (double shot)

2:57 - No Hard Feelings (double shot)

2:58 - Joy Ride (quadruple shot)

« You're drug dealers now, bitches! » - Joy Ride

3:03 - Talk to Me

3:04 - birth/rebirth

3:05 - Venus

3:05 - Amanda

3:06 - Silent Night

3:07 - Thanksgiving

3:08 - The Killer

3:09 - Ruby Gillman: Teenage Kraken

3:10 - Til Death Do Us Part

3:11 - The Blackening

3:12 - Blue Beetle

3:13 - John Wick Chapter 4 (double shot)

3:15 - Mission: Impossible - Dead Reckoning Part One (triple shot)

3:18 - Shazam: Fury of the Gods

3:19 - Godzilla Minus One

3:20 - A Brighter Tomorrow (triple shot)

3:21 - Second Tour (double shot)

« I just want you to know one thing. I'm not a monster. » - Anatomy of a Fall

3:22 - Mafia Mamma

3:23 - The Equalizer 3

3:24 - Fast X

3:25 - The Marsh King's Daughter

3:26 - Plane

3:26 - Anatomy of a Fall

3:28 - Hypnotic

« You don't look so good, mom... Open up now! » - Evil Dead Rise

3:29 - The Pope's Exorcist

3:30 - Unwelcome (double shot)

3:31 - Evil Dead Rise

3:32 - It Lives Inside

3:34 - House Party (double shot)

« That is the craziest thing I've ever seen, and I'm Dennis Quaid and Dennis Quaid has seen some shit. » - Strays

3:36 - Strays

3:41 - Infinity Pool

3:42 - Scream VI (double shot)

« You f*ckin nutjob! » - Sanctuary

3:43 - Sanctuary (double shot)

« Let's decimate this mother! » - Polite Society

3:45 - Polite Society (triple shot)

3:48 - Miss Marvel

« There was a bear. It was f*cked! Hey, that's inappropriate. » - Cocaine Bear

3:50 - Cocaine Bear (sixtuple shot)

3:59 - Five Nights at Freddy's (triple shot)

4:01 - No One Will Save You (quadruple shot)

« And now I have become death, the destroyer of worlds. » - Oppenheimer

4:06 - Hidden Blade

4:07 - The Flash

4:09 - Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania

4:10 - Transformers: Rise of the Beasts

4:11 - The Creator

* * *  PART III - ART FROM A TRUTHFUL PLACE  * * *

4:14 - Oppenheimer (double shot)

4:18 - The Wish of Fairy Fish

« History is not simply a study of the past, it is an explanation of the present. » - The Holdovers

4:19 - The Holdovers (double shot)

4:21 - Emily (double shot)

4:22 - Hilma

4:24 - Paint

« In Japanese culture, the belief is that the cracks, the breaks... become an intrinsic part of the life of an object. An object becomes more beautiful because it's been broken. » - Rare Objects

4:25 - Rare Objects (double shot)

4:28 - The Zone of Interest

4:29 - Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny

4:31 - Oppenheimer

4:33 - Cats in the Museum

4:34 - Insidious: The Red Door

4:35 - Inside

4:36 - Revoir Paris

4:37 - Air (double shot)

4:39 - Tetris (double shot)

4:42 - Blackberry (triple shot)

4:45 - La Chimera

4:47 - A Million Miles Away

4:48 - American Fiction (double shot)

« What's the image tucked away in your brain, that makes your heart ache and your soul feels like it's going to burst? » - Paint

4:50 - Paint

4:52 - The Nun II

4:53 - Dream Scenario

4:54 - Bird Box: Barcelona

4:56 - El Conde

4:57 - Beau is Afraid

4:59 - The Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes

5:00 - Poor Things

5:01 - Asteroid City

« When you make art from a truthful place, people find out something about you. » - The Kill Room

5:03 - Carmen

5:07 - A Haunting in Venice

5:08 - The Nun II (double shot)

5:11 - Maestro

5:13 - Oppenheimer

5:14 - Gods of Mexico

5:15 - Killers of the Flower Moon

« Ideas live forever, but humans only have one ending. » - Barbie

5:16 - Wonka (double shot)

5:18 - The Forger

5:19 - L'Immensità

5:20 - All of Us Strangers

5:22 - A Good Person

« You can't have it all, kid. » - Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

5:23 - Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

5:26 - Bones of Crows

« Nobody dies! Now we have to stop. Sometimes you just have to let go. » - The Flash

5:27 - The Flash (double shot)

5:30 - Napoleon (double shot)

5:31 - Haunted Mansion (double shot)

5:33 - Beau is Afraid

5:35 - 65

5:36 - Evil Dead Rise

5:37 - Oppenheimer

5:38 - The Animal Kingdom

5:39 - Ferrari

« Cats die. Music fades. But art... is for keeps. » - Inside

5:40 - The Exorcist: Believer

5:40 - Foe

5:41 - Gods of Mexico

5:42 - Peter Pan & Wendy

5:44 - Spinning Gold (double shot)

5:45 - The Wonderful Story of Henry Sugar

5:46 - Landscape with Invisible Hand (double shot)

5:48 - Hilma

5:49 - Inside

5:50 - Chile '76

5:51 - Hidden Blade

5:51 - Divinity

5:52 - Oppenheimer

5:53 - The Super Mario Bros Movie

5:53 - Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse (double shot)

5:54 - The Boy and the Heron

5:55 - Chevalier

5:55 - The Beast