#young Fitz was really clumsy with his words

[wintrowes]

this passage in assassin’s apprentice is always on my mind

[archived-and-moving]

The scars along our skin (Paint our beauty like gold)

Final Word Count: 4.5k

TW: Scars, Bullying, Cursing

Summary:

Biana Vacker's soulmate is clumsy, and she's starting to resent them for it.

Sophie Foster has been in love with Biana since she could remember. If only Biana didn't hate her.

Notes:  So pretty much how this works is that when one soulmate gets injured, the other-instead of just getting scars-gets tattoos of flowers over the scars as well. You following? Me neither.

Biana’s soulmate was clumsy.

She could tell without even meeting them.

They got injured enough for the both of them.

But it wasn’t the little bumps and scrapes that scared her. Those faded eventually.

It was the scars.

The flowers that would bloom, their beautiful leaves and petals painting her body where the scars would settle on her skin.

As soon as the wound, and the sharp bit of pain would appear, a flower would blossom over the gash. Her body was littered with flowers, even when she was young.

A violet below her knee.

A pink hibiscus that covered the back of her hand.

Even a snap dragon stretched behind her ear and gently curved near the side of her head.

All from her soulmate.

Each time a flower appeared; Biana would grow worried.

So would her moms.

“Are you okay?” Livvy asked gently, as glanced at a marigold that had appeared on Biana’s forearm.

Biana nodded, a half-smile making its way up her face. “Yeah, I’m used to it.”

Livvy frowned. “Bi… that’s not something that should be normal, Hun. Is your soulmate—getting into trouble? Or maybe not from a good home?”

Biana shook her head quickly. “No, Mami, it’s not like that. They’re just really clumsy, that’s all.”

Livvy’s frown didn’t disappear even as ce pressed a kiss to Biana’s forehead.

“Okay. Now go wash up for dinner before your brothers hog up the sink.”

Biana’s nose crinkled as she ran towards the bathroom, all thoughts about her soulmates and scars forgotten behind her.

  Biana was twelve now, and soulmates were starting to take over.

Small flowers sprinkled her body, and as ashamed as she was, she hid them. Alvar was bullied for all of the flowers and burns that marked his skin. She remembered when he came home crying, and she really didn’t want that. Biana knew that it was probably different, that she was ‘popular’ or whatever.

But no matter how guilty she felt about it, she still found herself rolling down her sleeves, or keeping her hair down. Whatever Biana could do to hid the flowers that decorated her skin.

“Ugh. The flower thing is overrated.” Maruca said over lunch one day.

Biana felt her stomach drop a little, but she took a bite of her sandwich to hide it.

“I mean, they’re cool and all, but it’s a really flashy way to show off that you have a ‘soulmate’ or whatever.”

The rest of their friend group agreed.

She knew in her heart that Maruca didn’t mean that about her. She knew that Maruca had been crushing on a girl for a while, and she’d turned her down because of her soulmate.

But it still made Biana feel sick.

Because no one would want to be her soulmate. Not with the flowers covering her whole body. She kept her head high, pushing the feelings down as best she could, laughing with her friends as they left the cafeteria.

  It was hard not to be jealous.

Of course, Fitz the Golden Boy didn’t have a soulmate.

He could be with whoever he wanted, love as freely as he pleased without the reminder that he could be wrong.

And the people at school sure did love that about him.

If his good looks and his perfect grades weren’t good enough, kids flaunted over all his glory. That if you threw yourself in his arms, you’d have a chance.

Of course, that wasn’t true.

But the awe-filled whispers filled her with rage. The swooning girls, and the show-off jocks who would try to impress him.

It was all so tiring.

And it wasn’t Fitz’s fault. But he was placed on a pedestal, and Biana had to fight her way to the top, just like everyone else.

She trailed her way after him as they both entered the bustling hallways. She pushed her way past people, trying to get to her classroom with as little interaction as possible. The peeling walls and smell of sweat was already unappealing, but the eyes that rested on her shoulders as she made her way to her locker made the space unbearable.

Biana sighed, closing her eyes, and wishing she could be anywhere else.

Opening them again, she stopped at where her locker was. The door of the locker next to it was blocking hers, and her neighbor was putting their books in their locker. Preventing Biana from putting her stuff away was the one and only Sophie Elizabeth Foster.

Biana heaved a heavy sigh, pushing the strap of her backpack up on her shoulder. As if her day could get any worse.

Sophie was self-centered, oblivious, clumsy, and pined over her brother so much, she could produce an entire forest.

There was nothing about her that Biana liked. So instead, she just tried to avoid her. That was incredibly hard when they had lockers right next to each other. And when Sophie insisted on greeting her every time they met.

Biana cleared her throat, and Sophie jumped, whipping her head around to see where the noise originated from.

When she met Biana’s gaze, her face reddened.

“Oh, shoot! Sorry!”

Biana plastered a smile on her face. “It’s fine.”

Sophie closed her door a bit and Biana unlocked her locker, unzipping her backpack and grabbing her books. She could see Sophie watching her from the corner of her eye and ignored her, instead placing her backpack in her locker.

Closing her locker with more force than necessary, Biana made her way toward her classroom, trying to calm herself down. But before she could, a loud crash made her jump. She spun around, confused at what had just happened, to find Sophie on the ground, her books scattered, making it clear that she’d just tripped.

People stared as Sophie started to hurriedly pick up her books, scrambling in embarrassment to pick up as fast as possible.

Biana gritted her teeth and readjusted her hold on her textbooks. She walked over to where Sophie sat on the ground and stuck her hand out, not realizing what she was doing before it was too late.

The hand with the pink hibiscus was sticking out, its bright colors popping out against Biana’s dark complexion.

Sophie didn’t seem to notice however, reaching out to take Biana’s outstretched hand. Biana’s eyes widened in realization, and she saw the moment in slow motion.

Sophie’s eyes were pointed down in embarrassment, a light blush dusting her face. But that wasn’t important at the moment. By now it was too late to say anything, and when their hands met an electric spark jolted down Biana’s spine.

It was far from pleasant. In fact, both girls yelped as the zinging bolt shot through them both.

The silence was deafening. Pressing and prodding, the moment couldn’t have lasted for more than two seconds.

But it felt like an eternity. Because of the realization that flowed between them.

As her gaze locked on Sophie’s, Biana could feel an understanding dawn between them.

They were soulmates.

Biana wanted to laugh.

Instead, she just helped Sophie stand, then bolted the other direction, ignoring the blonde calling her name. Because Biana Amberly Vacker was soulmates with Sophie Elizabeth Foster.

The girl who loved her brother.

  Biana Vacker was sensational.

That’s the only word Sophie could think of to describe her as.

Her long dark hair was pulled up in a high ponytail, and her face was one of pure focus as she watched her teammates pass the ball back and forth.

They were on the soccer field, it was a hot Thursday evening, and something about watching Biana play soccer that made Sophie’s heart flutter a little too hard. Something about seeing someone in their element made Sophie swoon.

Which probably wasn’t good.

But she couldn’t help the way that made her face heat up. Not even Biana’s withering glares could melt the frozen awe that Sophie felt around her. It was almost embarrassing how hard Sophie had fallen for her.

That was before she found out they were soulmates.

She figured she didn’t have a soulmate.

Her skin stayed clear of any flowers, and the only scars that decorated her skin were her own. But she stood corrected, finding out through a shocking turn of events. Completed with an audience.

Sophie’s face flushed just thinking about the way that Biana’s eyes had narrowed in anger at the realization.

Someone bumped into her shoulder, making her squeak and almost drop the book she was carrying. She turned to find Dex watching her with an amused expression on his face. His eyes were making fun of her, and his dimples were ever so present.

“Not a word,” she warned as he opened his mouth to make what she was sure to be a smug comment.

He laughed, holding his hands up in a surrender. He leaned his elbow on her shoulder, a silent reminder of how much taller than her he’d grown to be. Sophie shrugged him off with a scowl as they started walking.

“Asshole.”

Dex rolled his eyes light heartedly. “No, ‘Hello’ or ‘How’re you, Dex, my favorite cousin?’ instead it’s this,” His gaze travelled over to where the soccer team was shooting.

“So that’s why you wanted to pick me up from Robotics,” he said, his eyes landing on Biana. “Maybe you should just buck up and tell her.”

Sophie shook her head frantically, “That’s a terrible idea.”

“Maybe I should tell her.”

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

Dex’s grin widened, and he cupped a hand over his mouth, as if about to yell. Sophie scrambled to try and cover his mouth with her hand, but Dex just pushed her away with one arm.

“Hey Biana! My cousin has had a lesbian crush on you since the third grade and she wants to fu—Ow!” Dex stopped, hopping on one foot. He gingerly rubbed where Sophie had kicked him in the shin.

“I was joking—she couldn’t even hear me. Holy shit. maybe you should have joined the soccer team, that hurt like a bitch.”

Sophie glance up once more to see that the soccer players were indeed, still focused on practicing. She whipped back around to look at Dex.

“Still, she could have,” she hissed, “she hates me enough already.”

Dex snorted. “You got that right.”

She rolled her eyes. She and Dex faded back into normal conversation as they made their way across the field. Every once in a while, Sophie would sneak a glance at Biana, before quickly looking away.

Dex was rambling about his robotics team, and something about his robot’s CPU. Although Sophie didn’t understand half of the words flying out of his mouth, she still listened intently. Dex knew how to tell a story.

She opened her mouth to say something when she saw Dex’s eyes widen, focusing on something behind her.

Vaguely, she heard someone yell, “watch out,” before something knocked against the back of her head.

  “She—she hit you in the back of the head with a-a soccer ball?” Grady’s question broke off into a wheeze of laughter as Sophie scowled.

“You aren’t supposed to laugh, this was a scaring experience, and we’re going to have to relocate to Australia and change our names.” Sophie said, readjusting her hold on her ice pack.

Dex had dropped her off at Havenfield Animal Clinic, laughing his ass off at her misfortune. Sophie had assumed that her parents would be better, but she was apparently mistaken.

“Woah, what about moving to Australia?” A voice said from the doorway, and Sophie turned to see Edaline walk into the back room, washing her hands as she had just finished up with the last patient. A golden retriever followed in her shadow, almost stepping on her ankles.

Sophie buried her face in her hands as Grady recounted the night to his wife. She finally worked up the courage to look up to find her adoptive mother fighting a smile. Sophie groaned.

“You guys are worse than Dex,” She complained, standing up to pet Iggy’s head, pointedly ignoring Grady’s snort.

This time Edaline smiled, wrapping her arms around Sophie’s shoulders. She planted a kiss on Sophie’s cheek, and Sophie felt her resolve melt a little, a small smile somehow finding its way to her face.

“Grady was really bad when we were your age,” She murmured into Sophie’s ear. “One time he accidentally set off the fire alarm trying to impress me.”

Sophie stifled a giggle.

Grady gasped in mock-offense. “I’d like to think I was very smooth in asking you out.”

Edaline let go of Sophie, smiling warmly at her husband. “Of course, you were.” She walked towards the door, mouthing ‘he wasn’t’ over her shoulder to her daughter.

“I’m gonna close up the clinic, so we eat before dark tonight.”

Sophie smiled.

Even with all of the teasing, she felt a lot better about the fact that her soulmate hated her. Grady said something about helping Edaline and Sophie nodded, already deep in thought.

She knew she couldn’t make Biana not hate her. But maybe they could be acquaintances. Her mind wandered to her friends at school. Keefe would have so much fun when he figured out what had happened.

Sophie almost rolled her eyes at the thought.

Marella would most definitely laugh at her. Tam probably would to. Linh would probably try to be polite, but ultimately fail, doing only a bit better than Edaline did.

She leaned on the counter, rolling up and down on the balls of her feet. She was so different than she’d been three years ago. She was older, had more friends, had gotten a job, and had even gotten on student council.

But the only thing that stayed the same was her perfect soulmate, whom she couldn’t bring herself to hate.

Sophie’s thoughts were cut off when a spiking pain split its way down her back. She gasped, gripping the table as fire licked its way up her back. Splinters and cracks felt their way from her biceps up to her shoulder blades, freezing and burning all at once.

A primal scream tore its way out of her throat as her back flared. The burning and freezing soon left, and she was left with one of the worst pains she’d ever felt. She slumped to the floor, groaning at the pain that wrapped her body. Vaguely, she could hear footsteps and panicked voices.

But her eyelids felt as though they were being pried shut, and before she knew it, Sophie’s conscious faded, leaving her with one question as she slipped away from reality.

What had happened?

-

Biana took a deep breath, pulling up the turtleneck she’d chosen to wear.

It was her first time back since… The Incident, as her family had dubbed it. She really didn’t want to be in school. But four weeks was long enough, and she was only delaying the inevitable now, wasn’t she?

Biana sighed, patting her backpack in her lap, as if that would make it any better. The way her mother would glance at her every few seconds really wasn’t helping. After the seventh time, she heaved a deep sigh, turning to look at Della.

“Mom, I’ll be fine.”

Della nodded, blinking fast as if trying to keep her tears from flowing. “I know, I just—it’s hard.” Biana took her mother’s hand in hers, squeezing it lightly. Della squeezed back, and Biana felt her stomach drop just a little. They pulled into the school parking lot, and Biana half-expected Della not to let go of her hand.

But her mother gave it one last squeeze and cleared her throat. “You ready?”

Biana painted a smile on her face, trying not to let her nervousness show. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

Della glanced at her daughter, her eyes scanning her face for the truth.

“You’ll be okay.”

This time Biana’s smile was real. Moms. “I sure will.”

With that, she hopped out of the car, yelling an “I love you” over her shoulder and making her way into the building.

Biana strolled into the hallway, trying to look confident, but that was hard. It was so much worse than she imagined it to be. Everyone fell silent, watching her quietly as she made her way to her locker. The same routine felt so wrong. She emptied her backpack and gathered the books she needed, hundreds of pairs of eyes on her as she did. Quietly watching, waiting.

She made her way through each and every class, her confidence crumbling as the day went on. Every single teacher would say something. Whether they offer their condolences, or excitedly welcome her back, it made Biana sick. Because those stares and quiet?

They became whispers.

She could hear them as she rushed down the halls, no matter how much she tried to block them out.

           “Car crash…”

           “Brother…”

           “Stoner…”

           “…Dead.”

           “Scars.”

           That one hurt the most for some reason. It itched and burned, and it made Biana pull up her shirt. Invisible paranoia gripped her as she roamed the halls. She ate lunch in the bathroom and went out of her way to avoid everyone.

           It was awful.

           Soon, it was the next day, then the next, then the next, and soon, a week had passed, and nothing had gotten better. In fact, it’d gotten worse.

           The whispers turned to murmurs, when finally, someone confronted her about it.

           “What happened?” A girl asked, her snooty voice devoid of any empathy.

           “It’s none of your business,” Biana snapped.

           The girl’s eyes widened a little. “I was just asking, jeez.”

           People started avoiding her. A path was now cleared around her wherever she walked. People still watched, they whispered, they gossiped. And Biana wasn’t sure it would ever get better. Her life was ruined after this. That stupid wreck. Stupid life. Stupid scars.

           “I’d hate to be her soulmate,” A guy said loudly to who Biana assumed to be his partner. The girl nodded, and her nose wrinkled in disgust.

           “Yeah—I bet they have flowers all over their body. I wonder if they cover it up. I would if I were them.”

           Biana bit the inside of her cheek to stay quiet. She wanted to scream, to cry, to curl up in a ball and pretend to never exist. But she just stood there, her eyes cast down at the ground.

           “Hey, how ‘bout you shut the fuck up?”

           Biana’s head whipped to the sound of the voice.

           A familiar blonde stood, a few of what must’ve been her friends behind her.

           “Because Biana has a personality, and an amazing brain. Both of which seem to be something you’re lacking,” Sophie said, her eyes cold as she glared at the guy. “So, I’ll lay it down simply for your microscopic brain to understand.”

           “Biana Vacker,” She started, “is someone you wish you could be. Unfortunately for you, copying someone else isn’t cool. But the hoity toity stuck up spawn of Satan meeting is over there if you want to go where you belong.”

           Gasps could be heard from the crowd, but no one said a word. The two who Sophie called out left quite quickly, murmuring something under their breath as they bolted away. But the fact that Sophie had stuck up for her wasn’t the thing that left Biana speechless.

           It was what she was wearing.

           Hanging on her shoulders was a bright red tank top, with skinny straps that showed most of her shoulders. The fact that it was against the dress code was Un-Sophie enough. But it was what the shirt showed. Biana supposed she should have known that Sophie would get tattoos from her scars, but she hadn’t thought it’d be something so… dramatic. Weaving their way up her upper arms and making their way all the way up her neck were tattoos of flowers. Bright yellow sunflowers. The stems and flowers themselves were thick, winding all the way around her upper body.

           Biana stood in shock, waiting for Sophie to say something, but she just met Biana’s gaze and spun around, the crowd of students swallowing her and her friends as she left.

 “Why are you doing this?” Biana vehemently asked when they were alone.

Sophie turned halfway to look at her, still putting her books in her locker. “What?”

“Why are you showing off… that,” Biana said, the disgust prominent in her voice. Her hands self consciously flew up to her shoulders. She crossed her arms over her chest, as if her scars weren’t already covered.

Sophie stopped what she was doing, turning to look Biana dead in the eye. “Because they’re beautiful, and I think people should know that.”

It took Biana a moment to realize that she wasn’t just talking about the scars.

She shifted a bit, unsure of how to answer. Sophie’s expression softened, and her shoulders loosened.

“Do you wanna hang out after school?”

Biana blinked, caught off guard by the question. She opened her mouth to say No, she couldn’t just use this as an excuse to get close to Biana. But for the first time she looked at Sophie. She really looked at her. Her blonde hair fell just past her shoulders, and her brown eyes were filled with hope and… fear. A light blush covered her face, and Biana was starting to wonder if that was a permanent feature.

So, she tilted her head, and to the surprise of both of them said, “Yes.”

-

Biana strolled out to the soccer goal, where they’d agreed to meet. Sophie was already waiting for her, punctual as always. Biana had informed her family about the arrangement. Not going into many details, instead just saying she was going out with a friend.

She walked up to Sophie, who was still wearing that stupid tank top, showing off the flowers that covered her whole body. It hurt a little, but it also felt oddly good. That one of them was able to be brave. They weren’t Sophie’s scars, Biana supposed, but the sunflowers fit her.

Sophie cleared her throat nervously. “I was thinking we could walk downtown?”

Biana blinked, shaking her head a little. “Uh sure. What do you wanna do there?”

A nervous smile broke out on Sophie’s face. “You’ll see.”

Biana raised an eyebrow, and she had to admit, Sophie had peaked her interest.

She returned the smile, and Sophie’s eyes lit up with mischief. Abruptly, she took Biana’s wrist in her hand, grabbing her bag and dragging Biana after her.

So, behind a crazy blonde, Biana sprinted her way downtown, the early spring air burning her lungs and making her eyes water. Before she knew it, a laugh bubbled its way out of her mouth at the pure ridiculousness of it.

Finally, Sophie stopped just short of Main Street, and they both leaned over, panting. After catching her breath, Biana looked over at Sophie.

“I thought you said we were gonna walk?”

Sophie let out a breathy laugh. “This way’s faster.”

She sat up, her breathing still heavy. “Have you ever been to the Record Exchange?”

 The Record Exchange was what it sounded like. It was a record store. But before Biana could say a word, Sophie lead her to the back, where the weirdest little gift shop she’d ever seen stood. Next to it was a café, with a few tables scattered about. The shop itself was a sort of modern look, grey bricks and ivy growing on the ceiling. Neon signs pointed to pick up and pay lines to the café, and posters of all types of bands filled the walls.

Sophie and Biana wandered around the little gift shop, filled with funny graphic t-shirts, and silly socks. Jewelry, stuffed animals, notebooks, and even pride flags stocked the shelves. Biana even pulled out a lesbian one, wringing it up with her drink and coffee cake.

She felt herself relax a little, as they sat down. Sophie sipped on her hot chocolate, talking about small things like friends and school and her parents.

Biana listened politely, interjecting, and talking whenever the need came.

“Why do you hate me?”

Biana blinked slowly, her eyebrows furrowing at Sophie’s out of place question.

“What?”

“What did I do to make you hate me?” Sophie asked genuinely, her head tilting a little to the side as she did.

Biana bit her lip and looked away, thinking. They sat in silence for a moment, Sophie waiting patiently. Finally, Biana sighed, trying to prepare her words in a way that wouldn’t offend Sophie.

“I don’t hate you. I just… didn’t want to get in the way.”

“In the way?” Sophie echoed.

“With you and my brother,” Biana clarified, watching Sophie carefully.

But Sophie did something completely unexpected. She laughed. Not just a giggle, she wheezed, laughing until her eyes watered. Biana sat incredibly still, confused.

“Y-you thought I—with Fitz?” She said between fits of laughter.

Biana’s eyebrows furrowed. “Uh…yes?”

Sophie snorted. “Biana. I’ve had a crush on you since we were seven.”

Biana opened her mouth. Then closed it. Then opened it again. She quite honestly had no idea how to respond to that.

“Of course!” Sophie said, making Biana look at her again. “You definitely don’t have to feel the same way. I was just—I was curious why you didn’t—I’m gonna stop talking now.”

Biana laughed a little, and she couldn’t help the wide smile that crept its way up her face. For the first time in a while, Biana was happy.

Sophie rambled about a lot of different things as they walked out of the small store, and Biana soon found herself joining in on the things she enjoyed. She ended up explaining how soccer worked to Sophie, who, while still a little confused, listened intently. She was a good listener, Biana realized.

But even with hours of talking, Biana’s feet all too soon led her back to her house, and Sophie stood at the front door with her, both girls smiling widely.

The stars were out, and the only thing illuminating Sophie’s form was the house light, which Della must have left on for her daughter.

Sophie gave her a smile, and bid Biana a small goodbye, before turning and walking home. Watching Sophie’s retreating form, Biana felt a small part of her deflate a little. Before thinking through her decision, she called out.

“Sophie!”

The blonde turned around, facing Biana.

“Would you um… wanna do this again sometime?”

Sophie’s laugh rang in Biana’s ear, a melodic sound that she wished she could hear more.

“I’d love that!”

With that, Sophie left, disappearing into the night, leaving Biana standing at the front porch of her house, feeling like a fool. She could hear commotion inside the house, most likely one of her family members realized she was home. But Biana still didn’t move from her place on the porch. She felt her lips turn upward in a smile.

“Me too.”

[staylavendertea]

young avengers characters and relationships as songs

billy kaplan : season of the witch by donovan and mr. sandman cover by joe p, it’s fun, there’s that groove, it’s witches and it’s dreams; a total billy kaplan jamming out in his room in his boyfriends too big shirt 10 at night moment with that magical and just like ,, witchy billy vibe i can’t explain through words that i love dearly, it also just gives me a connection between him and wanda i really love, the family witches between soul mother and soul son and that bass in mr sandman for some reason screams billy

teddy altman : space girl by frances forever need i say more, that song screams smiling golden tall boy theodore in overalls and sweaters, prince charming of space deserves the song space girl, the song is soft like teddy is, all hugs and kisses, that is until “stupid boyfriend putting himself into stupid danger all the stupid time” and “why do i try he never listens” “i heard that” “sure now he listens” then it becomes all hugs, kisses, bickering with the boyfriend, and threats of mauling people, but that’s for childrens crusade and family matters arc to tell

tommy shepherd : rebels by call me karizma but also steady, as she goes by the raconteurs mostly just for that guitar and music, i heavily head canon billy as the pianist and tommy as the guitar and bass player all the way and steady, as she goes screams tommy’s kind of music, the song rebels because that boy is the biggest rebel around and i wouldn’t be surprised if he was an arsonist

eli bradley : i just wanna shine by fitz and the tantrums i honestly had a bit of a hard time finding a song that really perfectly fit eli, but i think this one really hits the spot - eli is totally the boy that’s just trying his best and live up to his and everyone else’s expectations, i think he’s actually a softie and repressed nerd that believes heavily in doing what is right and i think that this song encompasses that, i really miss eli bradley thank you for coming to my tedtalk

cassie lang : blackbird by the beatles (cover by dodie) cassie gives me total adorable and soft but such a cool person dodie vibes, but i think the song blackbird fits cassie on so many levels, especially the lyrics as growing up after losing her dad, getting and learning to control her powers, and growing as a super hero she knows her dad would be so proud of, i love every single one of the young avengers but mygod cassie

nate richards : run boy run by woodkid and something better by hidinin i feel for nate, that poor kid literally is running away and trying to kill his future because he knows it’s a bad road and honestly he’s so brave for that and it’s all thanks to nate that we got all the young avengers in the first place so credit will be payed where credit is due, nate is really just a clumsy teenager thats a total nutcase and a bit clueless without that common sense sometimes that will think a pack sour troll gummies and a bottle of gateorade is a well rounded training diet but he’s also a descendent of sue and reed richards and what’s there to expect from child geniuses

kate bishop : love club by lorde and ribs by lorde i kinda just stumbled upon these honestly forgotten songs in my playlist and was pleasantly surprised how perfectly kate bishop these songs are, the lyrics most likely mean something else but i see the love club as the young avengers and “go get punched for the love club” just sounds like a kate bishop thing to say, these songs give me vibes of kate bishop in a rolled sleeves black and purple flannel and black jean shorts with scuffs and bandaids on her elbows and knees, probably also a developing black eye and bloody nose but lookin badass per usual

david alleyne : karma by ajr i picked this one for david because the second i heard it david was immediately the person i thought of when listening to it, i haven’t read many comics with david in them, i’m searching tho, but i am reading the current x factor and david just goes through a lot poor dude just wants to learn and help with what he can and i love him every moment for it

america chavez : a good song never dies by saint motel and dead girl in the pool by girl in red i honestly don’t know much about america besides some basic background stuff and some her character and personality since i haven’t been able to get my hands on some ya v2 issues besides what i’ve seen online but what i have seen of her i already love her and know she is so badass and a bit chaotic but in the best way possible from the little i do know about america’s character i think these songs just fits both the vibes of how she presents and holds herself but also her personality, america is a good song that just never dies are vibes i will happily live with

loki : run the world!!! by dayglow i haven’t really read much of loki in the comics, the versions of them i know the best being the actual norse myth god and movie loki and i know how the movies can be with their comic book characters, but from what ive heard about kid and teenager loki is that they’re a little punk and this song seems to just fit that perfectly

jonas : growing pains by coin i honestly didn’t know that there was more to jonas besides ya v1 and childrens crusade but now i’m intrigued, but this song just speaks jonas to me who i was also calling judas for like ten minutes without realizing i had a totally wrong name, but from what i read and his whole thing with cass, i think growing pains very much fits a mr. jonas

now for the relationships/ships - this post is so long i am so sorry for all the reading but i’m having fun -

david and tommy : affection by between friends im not even sure completely why but the music just screams david and tommy’s vibes, especially how tommy is usually head canonized in relationships, *chiefs kiss* of a song

nate and cassie and jonas : in the middle by dodie this song is literally the three of them, like perfectly, the lyrics fit to a t and it’s literal perfection for them

billy and teddy : pleaser by wallows for how much i love them i surprisingly had a hard time finding a song for them, i know at one time i heard and had a song that was perfect but i can’t remember it all, but i think pleaser fits just as nice, it fits their personalities and the music itself is the vibe they give off to me : imma make an edit from this post previously cause i’ve been thinking about and i would like to add the song leaves by joe p cause it just fits too well, especially when looking at billyteddy fan art whilst listening to it, it’s too good : HI THIS ANOTHER EDIT IMSORRY but it literally took weeks to remember but now i remember what the original song for them i had picked - electric love by borns - it also gives me billy lightning powers vibes and i do adore some billy lightning powers, i think it would be so cool to see them mixed in with his reality warping ones

eli and nate : talk too much by coin honestly it’s them, it’s a vibe they both argue and to each other, talk way too much, i’m calling it they kissed like at least once just to see how that would go - probably arguing who was the better boyfriend when they were both single

eli and kate : falling for u by peachy! and mxmtoon this song is very eli and kate for me, especially the beginning of their relationship not relationship, was that ever really established what was happening there ?? but this song fits perfectly amongst the bickering and racking numbers of how many times they’ve saved each other’s asses

kate and america : given it all by hayley kiyoko and midnight love by girl in red i love this ship and i have no idea if there was ever a thing happening between them or if it was pure fandom but it’s amazing and i love it, hayley kiyoko and girl in red is an of course and i think these songs speak them

- now just the young avengers as a group -

leaves by joe p a song that is totally just a hang out and drive all around all night as teenagers without a care in the world song and can totally see the gang jamming out to it

hey barbara by IV of spades this song literally speaks “hey did you watch that one beach episode” sunny and everyone vibing and hanging out, i can totally imagine tommy trying to get david to dance this and the attempts made is hilarious

teenagers and na na na by my chemical romance now last but certainly not least mcr because of course mcr, these kids can definitely be punks when they wanna be, especially when they’re mutant/alien/super hero teenagers that will literally do what they see fit, all in good manners of course

whhoooopp this was a lot longer than what i was initially expecting to make but after a few hours of song surfing and trying to make tumblr typing fonts work with me we’re finally here, this was just something fun for me since i associate music with everyone, but if you’ve read this far and wanna mention a song you think fits, totally put it out there, share the music !!

[everyl1ttleth1ng]

ok, hear me out: an Agents of Shield (esp FitzSimmons and Static/Quake)/Calamity Jane (the Doris Day musical version) AU set in the Firefly/Serenity Universe

Daisy Johnson, known to all on the independent planet of Deadwood as Calamity Quake, is a walking disaster in a dangerous ‘Verse. She’s rough as guts, armed to the teeth and deadly to the roaming enemy (Hydra? Kree? take your pick…) while simultaneously being awkward, clueless and clumsy to the point that she’s a danger to herself and others. Despite her prickly exterior, she yearns for the refinement and softness she’s never had a chance to know and, in her mind, the person who best encapsulates that sensitivity and gentility is Lieutenant Leopold Fitz, a handsome young soldier, daily risking his life on the wild frontier.

A thorn in her side in her attempts to capture the lieutenant’s attention is Wild Lincoln Campbell, a frontiersman who, while he grudgingly respects Calam’s stupid bravery and daring, finds her an irritating nuisance and regularly entertains himself at her expense.

In their female-starved existence (in which Calamity somehow doesn’t count as a woman) the men yearn for Inara Serra, the ‘Verse-famed companion, and dream of her one day coming to Deadwood to perform for them at their only watering hole, The Golden Garter.

Seizing her opportunity to impress Lieutenant Fitz and clutching only a grainy picture on the back of a cigarette box, Calam strikes out on her own into the ‘Verse, headed for Bai Hu, swearing black and blue that she’ll bring Inara Serra or, so help her, die in the attempt. Campbell is utterly unconvinced, claiming that the day Calamity Quake brings Inarra Serra to Deadwood, he’ll attend the show dressed as a companion himself. The clientele of The Garter hoot with derisive laughter which only serves to steel Daisy’s resolve.

When Calam finally finds the fancy theatre at which Inara Serra has been performing, she barges into the companion’s change room and proposes her plan to the young woman she finds there, not quite filling out the garish costume she’s wearing. She doesn’t seem to look much like the cigarette picture but the young woman swears that she is Inara Serra and so the two of them head back to Deadwood.

On her opening night, true to his word, Wild Lincoln Campbell arrives looking distinctly uncomfortable dressed  to honour his bet in companion finery. No one laughs harder than Calam.

But when Inara gets up to perform, it is quickly apparent that something isn’t right. She can sing, that’s apparent, but she doesn’t seem to exude the brash bombasticity that Daisy had imagined. The lady’s voice grows increasingly wobbly until she admits, bursting into tears, that she is not Inara Serra, but in fact just Jemma Simmons, Inara’s maid for the Bai Hu season. Miss Simmons tells of her unrealised desire to sing on the stage and of somewhat dishonestly seizing the opportunity that Calamity presented.

The Garter crowd grumblingly disperses but not before Campbell, unwrapping the lasso that he’d used as a belt for his gown, traps Daisy and hoists her up from the balcony leaving her kicking and screaming.

Daisy and Jemma move in together with Jemma’s “woman’s touch” transforming the dingy, dusty space. Jemma even encourages Calam to tone down her tom-boy exterior in an attempt to help her catch Fitz’s eye. Over the next several months, given a second go to perform as herself this time, Jemma wins the approval and love of the Garter patrons, perhaps especially the admiration of both Wild Lincoln Campbell and, to Daisy’s distress, Lieutenant Fitz. The two men blatantly vie for Jemma’s affection right in front of Calam. The pinnacle of this is the night of the annual ball. Both suitors arrive at Calam’s cabin in the hope of convincing Jemma to go as their date. Jemma, who’s heart has been won by the gentle soldier, tries to convince him to take Calam but he’ll have none of it. By devious means, Lincoln is persuaded to take Calamity.

He’s not expecting much but when Lincoln arrives to pick her up he finds Daisy dressed to the nines in one of Jemma’s gowns looking utterly transformed and maybe even beautiful…

The rest really writes itself until Daisy and Lincoln sing “Now I shout it from the highest hills…” and then there’s a double wedding.

Yeehaw! (guns firing)

[creacherkeeper]

I have an idea for a fic and I think you could do it better justice than I could, so here goes: Fitz realizes he's autistic after his child is diagnosed autistic. Partly inspired by your post thinking up an autistic fitz childhood fic and my own fitz as a dad feels after writing my little ficlet. Of course, if you don't want to write it, that's perfectly fine.

Processing Systems 

sorry this took a while to write! femslash feb happened so you know how that is. but here it is! in all its very educational glory! (with some fluff, it’s not all boring) 

3210 words 

read on AO3 

“Dr. and Dr. Fitz-Simmons, thank you for joining us,” the diagnostician,Dr. Booth, says, a professional smile on her face. Fitz and Jemma take a seatacross from her at her desk, while Caroline, as calm as the four-year-old canmanage, bounds into the diagnostician’s window seat and presses her faceagainst the glass, watching the cars go by outside, her hands twisting togetherin her lap.

“Thank you for seeing us on such short notice,” Jemma says.“Our schedules can be a bit … hectic, as you know, but you’ve been very accommodatingwith your time.”

“Of course.” Dr. Booth readjusts her glasses, peering at apile of papers on her desk. “Now, you said you were advised to come here byyour daughter’s school, correct? This wasn’t an unprompted decision.”

“She’s our first,” Fitz explains, glancing over to Caroline,who hasn’t moved, is just staring wide-eyed out the window. “And neither of ushave a lot of experience with kids. We didn’t think there was anything …different, about her.” He scratches at his face, then looks down at his lap,adding somewhat defensively, “We didn’t think there was anything to beconcerned about.”

“No one said anything about concern,” says Dr. Booth. “Youdon’t have to see this in a negative light. But if there is something to know,it’s good to know when your child is still young. There are steps you can taketo make sure your child is accommodated for, both at home and at school.”

“So there is something to know,” Jemma says, half aquestion.

“Before we get into the results, I just want the both of youto know the kind of strides that the field of psychology has taken in the lastdecade or so. We’re understanding different conditions more and more each year,diagnosis is becoming more accurate, treatment plans and accommodations aremore highly developed. There’s more to help families now than there ever hasbeen.”

“What are the results?” Fitz asks gruffly.

“Well,” Dr. Booth looks at her paper, a light smile on herface. “According to the tests we had Caroline do, as well as observation, and interviewswith the both of you, I’ve determined that Caroline does qualify for adiagnosis of Autism Spectrum Disorder.”

Jemma lets out a breath, looks towards Caroline, who doesn’tseem to be paying attention, and then towards Fitz, who’s eyebrows are drawntogether.

“There’s nothing wrong with my kid,” he bites out.

“I never said there was,” Dr. Booth assures him.

“You just said she has a disorder,” Fitz argues, facepinched in upset.

“Well, yes, that’s the official title. But not everyone seesit that way. Autism is classified as a disorder, but according to some schoolsof thought, it’s just one of the many kinds of neurodivergencies.”

“I guess—” Jemma starts, grabbing Fitz’s hand to rub herthumb along the side of his thumb, “we just don’t know much about it, is all. Imean, you hear things, but we aren’t really educated in the area. It’s inneither of our areas of expertise.”

“I can answer any questions you have, but let me explain alittle of the basics. Autism, or ASD, is classified as a developmentaldisability. It means that those with it—autistic people—hit developmentalcheckpoints at a different rate and sometimes in a different order than thegeneral population. It impacts aspects of communication such as spoken languageand body language, social skills, and will impact how autistic people processtheir environment and the world around them.”

“So it’s like …” Jemma risks a glance at Fitz, who’s notlooking at either of them. “It’s like having a different processing system inher brain.”

“Exactly,” Dr. Booth says. “Some autistic people compare itto being an Android phone in a world of iPhones. There’s nothing inherentlylesser about either system, they’re just different. They have different coding,run different apps, have different strengths and weaknesses. There are inherentchallenges in living in a world that wasn’t built for you, which is why it’s adisability, but every autistic person will have different ways of coping with andadapting to that. Some people can adapt in such a way that you wouldn’t be ableto tell the difference, and some people don’t.”

“So … you’re saying when she grows up, she might be—” Jemmawinces, thinking. “’Normal’, for lack of a better word.”

“No,” Dr. Booth says. “She’ll always be autistic, it’s notsomething you grow out of. Some people are just better at blending in. Forexample, most people wouldn’t guess I was autistic just from talking to me, butI am. And to be honest with you, I think it makes me even better at this jobthan most people are.”

“Because you can relate?” Jemma asks.

“That’s one reason. Autistic people are also highly attunedto the details of things, which is necessary when you’re a diagnostician. We’revery good at picking out patterns. There are certain advantages to having anautistic brain. Different strengths and weaknesses, like I said.”

Jemma squeezes Fitz’s hand, watching the side of his face.She can see he’s still obviously upset about something. “Doesn’t sound soscary,” Jemma says, trying to comfort them both.

“You know—” Fitz cuts himself off, glancing at the ceiling,then to Dr. Booth, then back up. “You know, where- where are you even gettingthis? She just- She seems like a normal kid. You- You say she’s different, butwhere are you getting that? How come you say my kid is so different? That she-she’s got different processing, or something.”

Dr. Booth watches him steadily, and finally he looks at her,then looks away. “You know, no one is saying this is a bad thing, Dr.Fitz-Simmons. There’s no need to be defensive about it. Having terms like thisto describe your child’s experiences can be a very helpful thing, in the longrun.”

“I think we would just be more comfortable if we understoodexactly where the diagnosis came from,” Jemma says, squeezing Fitz’s handagain.

“Of course,” Dr. Booth says, “I can explain how I came tothis conclusion. Well, I mentioned that autistic people process the worlddifferently. These differences in perception can affect our senses—manifestingin what we call sensory defensiveness and sensory seeking behaviors, of whichCaroline shows both.”

“Can you explain what that means?” Jemma asks, when Fitzdoesn’t say anything.

“We’ll start with sensory defensiveness. It means avoidanceof unpleasant sensory experiences, showing a level of sensitivity outside ofthe normal range. Caroline, for example, didn’t like when I turned the mainlight on in the testing room because it hurt her eyes, so we turned on a dimmerlamp instead. You both said that she startles easily and will cover her ears atloud noises, refuses to eat foods if she doesn’t like the texture, and is onlycomfortable in mild weather.”

“All that she gets from her dad, really,” Jemma says,smiling at him. “He’s always been sensitive to that kind of stuff.”

“Hey.”

“What? You have. You hate the cold, the heat, loud noises,certain foods—”

“Everyone has preferences,” Fitz defends. “Don’t seeanything wrong with that.”

“Let’s move on to the sensory seeking behaviors. Shedisplays what we call ‘stimming’—it’s short for self-stimulation. Autisticpeople do it to help themselves process their environment, both external andinternal. Stimming behaviors that Caroline displayed included hand flapping,hand twirling, bouncing, chewing on her lips and fingers—”

“Well, she gets that from me, too,” Fitz cuts her off. “I’vealways felt better when I’m in motion. She’s just twitchy, like me.”

“Okay,” Dr. Booth says, leveling him with a careful smile.“Her language skills are also a point of interest. She shows the capacity for avery advanced vocabulary, but rarely spoke when prompted. When she did, it wasjust to tell me about her favorite fish.”

“Oh yes,” Jemma says, beaming. “She does love fish. Allaquatic life, actually. She knows so much about it. It’s all she talks about,really.”

“And she showed an understanding of words far beyond her agelevel when she did, but for the most part she was silent. She obviouslyunderstood all my instructions, but didn’t respond to them.”

“I mean, she’s already above where I was,” Fitz says. “Ididn’t even speak ‘till I was six. But when I did, it was all about monkeys.She loves animals, just like me. She’s just focused.”

“We would call something like that a ‘special interest’,”Dr. Booth informs them. “It’s common for autistic people to want to focus on theirinterests when they’re by themselves, as well as a way of interacting withothers.”

“Was that all?” Jemma asks.

“Well, she also displayed what we refer to as ‘asymmetricalmotor skills’. Her fine motor skills, small movements, like her handwriting, werereally quite good. At or above the normal range. But gross motor skills, thingslike walking, controlling broad movement of her limbs when we played games,were much poorer.”

“Clumsiness runs in the family,” Fitz says. “I’m kind of aklutz. Good with my hands, though.”

“You know,” Dr. Booth starts cautiously, lacing her fingerson the table, turning to Fitz. “You seem to relate to an awful lot of thetraits your daughter displays, Dr. Fitz-Simmons.”

“W-Well—” Fitz scratches the back of his head, glancing atJemma. “I mean, she’s my kid. There’s going to be similarities.”

“Have you ever considered getting evaluated?”

Fitz just stares, Jemma glancing between them.

“What would that entail?” she asks.

“A similar process to what your daughter went through. A fewtests, an interview, some paperwork. It takes a few hours, when all is said anddone, over a day or two.”

“Sh-Should I?” Fitz asks, aimed at Jemma, mouth bobbing intoan open gape.

Jemma watches him carefully, then turns back to Dr. Booth.“What are the benefits?”

“Well, for adults especially, having an official word foryour experiences can be very relieving. It helps you to make sense of somethings that may have been in the dark in your life before. It can also help youfeel connected to other people like yourself—the autistic community is growingand thriving nowadays, and you can always reach out to other people who havesimilar experiences. And it opens avenues for accommodations in the workplaceas well, should you need them.”

She turns back to Fitz, giving a little shrug. “Is thatsomething you’re interested in?”

He looks away. “Maybe.”

“Well, I only evaluate children, but I can refer you to somevery good diagnosticians who evaluate adults as well. You don’t have to take meup on it if you don’t want to, but from my personal experience, I think it’ssomething worth looking in to.”

Fitz picks at the fabric of his pants. “Yeah, alright.I-I’ll think about it.”

“Our time is about up here, but before you go let me giveyou this—” She hands over a stapled stack of papers. “It’s Caroline’s officialdiagnosis results. You’ll find a full explanation of the results of each test,as well as her scores on the IQ portion of the test. That’s another thing tonote—her test scores vary highly over the different tests. Most people havemore concentrated scores, whereas Caroline scored within a range of 30thpercentile to the 99th. Also included in there is the next steps youcan follow: places to do more research, as well as the possible benefits ofthings like occupational therapy.”

“If we have any questions—” Jemma starts.

“Feel free to email me, and I’ll get back to you as soon asI can.”

Fitz takes the papers as he stands, bending and curling themwithin his grasp.

Jemma shakes Dr. Booth’s hand. “Thank you for your time, Dr.Booth, this has been very helpful.”

“I’m happy to do it. And can I just say, even though she wasa little scared when we started out, it’s obvious that Caroline is a very happykid. I think the two of you have done an excellent job of raising her so far,even without these resources.”

“Thank you,” Jemma says, “that means a lot.” She turns toCaroline, who’s still pressed against the window, looking like she hasn’t beenpaying attention at all. “Caroline, darling, we’re going now.”

Caroline jumps down from the seat, bounding up to Jemma inbouncing steps. She reaches up, and Jemma picks her up with a grunt and settlesher on her hip.

“Can fish be autistic?” Caroline asks, eyes wide, lookingaround the room.

“Oh, I didn’t realize you were listening.” She glances atDr. Booth, smiling. “No, I don’t think they can be. I think it’s special tohumans.”

“Humans are fish,” Caroline says. “Everything’s fish.”

“Well, I don’t think that fish that live in the ocean can beautistic. Just people-fish.”

“What about dolphins? They’re mammals.”

“No,” Jemma laughs. “But they might have their own version.”

Caroline gives a noncommittalhum, then starts playing with Jemma’s hair.

Dr. Booth smiles at them. “Sosmart, that one. I think she takes after her parents.”

“Thank you again,” Jemma says,and then the three of them make their way out of the room.

As they’re walking out to thecar, Jemma watches Fitz, who hasn’t said anything.

“You’ll think about it?” sheasks.

“Yeah,” he replies. “I’ll thinkabout it.”  

-

A month later, Jemma is sittingin their living room looking over some files, as Caroline lays on the floorlooking at a marine biology textbook. She doesn’t know how to read most of thewords (though she recognizes the shape of most of the species names), but shelikes looking at the pictures and diagrams.              

The front door opens and closes,and Jemma looks up nervously.

“Fitz?” she calls.

“Just me,” is the response.

Her body relaxes, and she goes backto looking at the file as he takes off his shoes and hangs up his coat, thoughshe’s not really reading it. After a minute he joins them in the living room,plopping heavily onto the couch. There’s a set of papers clutched in one of hishands.

He’s quiet, and Jemma tries towait for him to speak, but after only a few seconds she can’t help herself.

“Well?” she asks. “What’d theysay?”

He uncurls the papers, and handsthem over. Jemma takes them, reading quickly.

Diagnosis: Autism SpectrumDisorder

She reads it again, then scanslower down on the page. There’s a lot about test results, results of theinterview, a lot of numbers that Jemma hasn’t started to unpack yet. But, thereit is. Plain as day.

“So,” she says.

“Yeah.”

“How are you feeling about it?”

He scoots down on the couch,tilting his head to rest against the back. He blows out a breath, fingerstwisting together on his stomach. “Relieved, I think.”

“Well … that’s good, isn’t it?This is a good thing.”

“It- It explains a lot of things.Things I’ve been confused about. Things that I didn’t necessarily have wordsfor, before. I just … I wish I’d known sooner.”

“Do you think it would’vehelped?”

“Yeah,” he admits softly. “I-SHIELD knew. I called Coulson and asked, it’s been on my file since theAcademy.”

Jemma’s brows furrow. “They knewand never told you?”

He shakes his head, eyes on theceiling. “Wasn’t in the policy to tell, I guess. And Coulson just assumed Iknew already.”

“Well, in any case,” Jemma says, “youknow now, and that’s what’s important. And, can I just say, I’m really proud ofyou for doing this. I know it was scary, but you went through with it anyway,and I think that was really brave. And I think this is going to be a goodthing, getting to learn more about yourself.”

“Yeah.” Fitz finally turns tolook at her. “Yeah, I think this is going to be a good thing, too.”

“And,” Jemma adds, “it’s justanother way that you can relate to our daughter.”

“That’s true,” Fitz says,smiling, and then scoots off the couch to settle on the floor in front ofCaroline. “Did you hear, monkey? Daddy’s autistic, too. We have the same kindof brain.”

“Shovelhead sharks clonethemselves,” Caroline replies, still looking at her book. “So they’d have thesame kind of brain, too.”

“That’s true.” Fitz nods. “Theywould. I didn’t clone myself, though. You can tell because you’re much cuterthan me.”

“She does have the curls,” Jemma points out.

“That she does.” He grins. “Oneof the many wonderful things she gets from me.”

“She gets some things from me,” Jemma quips, as he moves to sit back on thecouch next to her, grabbing up her hand. “Like her love of biology.”

“Ah- Love of animals,” Fitz shootsback, a teasing grin on his face. “Still from me.”

“I like animals.”

“You like dissecting them, Jem,that’s different.”

“Fine. What about her love oftidiness? That definitely comes from me.”

“Well … I do keep my lab verytidy. But she also keeps her room clean, which I do not, so sure, I’ll give youthat one.”

Jemma beams. “Hah. I knew therewas something.”

Fitz smiles, but eventually itdrops. “Do you … Do you think this is gonna change anything?”

Jemma tilts her head, peering athim. “Like what?”

“Dunno,” Fitz mumbles.

“I don’t think it’ll changeanything unless you want them to change.”

“If I do … d’you think that’sbad?”

“No,” Jemma assures him. “How youthink of yourself is going through a change, I don’t think it’s bad if you wantother things to change along with it. If anything, it might change how open youare with certain things about yourself. And how you think those things deserveto be treated.”

“Caroline … She’ll have names forall these things. She’ll understand it. Understand herself, better than I did.”

“Yes, she will.”

“And- And I’m glad we know, now.So we can give her the best life she can have.”

Jemma raises their conjoinedhands to press a kiss to the back of his. “You’re already a great dad, Fitz. You’realready giving her an amazing life. But yes, this will make things easier, nowthat we know.”

Fitz ducks his head, smiling, andthen turns to Caroline. “Hey, monkey, do you want to watch Finding Nemo? Youcan tell us all the species names when they come on screen.”

Caroline immediately jumps up,her hands flapping at her sides. “Yes, yes, yes!”

Fitz gets up to put in the DVD,and on his way back scoops Caroline off the floor and plops her onto his lap ashe settles back onto the couch. She presses back against him, picking up hishand so she can play with his fingers as she watches. Jemma leans against hisside, resting one hand on his leg.

“Amphiprion ocellaris,”Caroline says as the movie starts.

Fitz presses a kiss againsther hair. “Good job, monkey. Good job.”