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smallblueandloud · 5 years ago

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fsk emotions: the playlist

(i’d like to apologize in advance for how long this is going to get. UPDATE: yeah, this is around 4k, i am So Sorry.)

in case y’all weren’t aware, i have fitzskimmons emotions ALL THE TIME. my poor friends have to deal with me texting them at 11 pm like “i’m freaking out about fsk again” embarrassingly often. so, i figured i’d try to share some of those emotions with y’all, in the form of songs from my private fsk playlist on spotify.

that playlist is 63 songs long. hopefully i will not feel the need to talk about ALL 63, but i’m not going to make any promises. y’all know what i’m like about this. i’m planning on giving you a list of the songs for your listening pleasure, and then go into detail about the lines / vibes from each song that i think especially fit the ship. we shall see how this goes.

just a warning: my music taste is very all over the place. i associate the sound of 80s love songs with fsk, so there’s gonna be a few of those, but also some weird obscure indie songs and some pop and just... bear with me, okay? these songs are in no particular order, because i have no idea how to make a “”legit”” playlist or whatever the heck y’all are doing to make such good mixes. i’m just gonna stick a tracklist here and move on.

can’t fight this feeling // reo speedwagon

gravity // sara bareilles

new year’s day // taylor swift

don’t go breaking my heart // elton john & kiki dee

dancing in the dark // bruce springsteen

born to be yours // kygo & imagine dragons

i choose you // sara bareilles

ordinary people // john legend

carry on // fun.

blackbird // the beatles

thunder road // bruce springsteen

the long and winding road // the beatles

the archer // taylor swift

army of angels // the script

paper rings // taylor swift

lucky // jason mraz & colbie caillat

wonderwall // zella day

team // noah cyrus

i melt with you // modern english

cornelia street // taylor swift

coroner’s report // molly ofgeography

two // sleeping at last

fair // the amazing devil

arms unfolding // dodie

making love out of nothing at all // air supply

all the song explanations are under the cut, because this is going to get long. there’s also ten honorable mentions if you manage to make it to the end of this. let’s get started!

1. can’t fight this feeling // reo speedwagon

i felt legally required to put this one first because i literally named my magnum opus after it. i like this song a lot on its own, but it specifically reminds me of fsk because the idea of your partner(s) as the place you will always gravitate towards is peak fsk for me. also, these three are canonically each others’ reassurance and rock and i’m just... i love them a lot, okay? this song’s imagery and lyrics have come to be inextricably associated with fsk for me and i love it a lot.

important lyrics: “And even as I wander, I'm keeping you in sight You're a candle in the window on a cold, dark winter's night”

“And if I have to crawl upon the floor, come crashing through your door Baby, I can't fight this feeling anymore“

2. gravity // sara bareilles

this one goes second because it’s probably my favorite song of all time. i play it on repeat whenever i’m feeling sad or anxious or pining or happy or just... anytime, lmao. but i also think it’s a very fsk song, and more specifically the fitzdaisy relationship! not only does it have more of that “gravitating towards each other” theme (more literally in this case), but the lyrics are also... very much fitzdaisy, i think, who are very much each others’ safe space and have been vulnerable with each other from the very beginning.

important lyrics: “ Oh, you loved me 'cause I'm fragile When I thought that I was strong But you touch me for a little while And all my fragile strength is gone”

(although really every single lyric fits really perfectly, so go and check out this song! it’s genuinely my favorite song ever and i think everyone would benefit from a listen or two)

3. new year’s day // taylor swift

the most underrated song from reputation, this song is probably the most INTENSELY fsk song i’ve ever heard. these three have grown up together, have changed together, have left their mark on each other in ways that can never be undone. the thing i’m most nervous for in the series finale is the show completely ignoring that impact (along with all three’s relationships with coulson and may especially!). no matter their romantic configuration, none of them would be the same if they hadn’t known the others. and new year’s day really articulates that, along with a really sweet feeling of trust and the image of them cleaning up together after a party - which makes perfect sense when you think about canon, and how they’d stick together even after leaving the life-changing experience of shield. even though there’s no more life-changing adventures, they’re still going to be together, and that means something. y’all, this song is really good and the best fsk song ever and you NEED to listen to it.

important lyrics: “Hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you And I will hold on to you”

“Please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere”

4. don’t go breaking my heart // elton john & kiki dee

look, just let them be happy, okay? also, i really love the trust aspect of this song, which i associate intensely with the fsk relationship. after all of the betrayal and pain and suffering they’ve experienced, i really love thinking about how much all three must trust each other, even in canon. also i wrote a fic where all three danced to this song and now i won’t ever get that image out of my head.

important lyrics: “Don't go breaking my heart I couldn't if I tried Honey, if I get restless Baby, you're not that kind”

“And nobody told us 'Cause nobody showed us And now it's up to us, babe Whoa, I think we can make it“

5. dancing in the dark // bruce springsteen

okay, this song is a bit darker than the others but i am a secret lover of springsteen, shh. also the mood works VERY well for three agents of shield who haven’t gotten a break since they left college. i really like the idea of them making their own happiness in the middle of the darkness together, because that’s part of why i’m so emotional about them! they are each others’ safe space and protector!

important lyrics: “You can't start a fire Sitting 'round crying over a broken heart This gun's for hire Even if we’re just dancing in the dark”

6. born to be yours // kygo & imagine dragons

heck yeah, let’s talk about the fact that no one in the ot3 would be the same if they hadn’t met the others! not just that, but the fact that they support each other and are a big reason why each of them have made it through the pain of the series with, like, less trauma then they could’ve. fitz was there for daisy when she developed her powers and is the one who talked her into coming back in s4, daisy was there for jemma when she came back from maveth (and in the framework), and jemma and fitz have been supporting each other since they worked things out in s3. also, they know each other insanely well and i think this song does a great job of expressing that!

important lyrics: “I never knew anybody 'til I knew you I never knew anybody 'til I knew you And I know when it rains, oh, it pours And I know I was born to be yours”

7. i choose you // sara bareilles

they! change! together! thank you for coming to my ted talk! also, i’m just... very obsessed with the idea of them choosing to be together, choosing to try to work through their problems, even when there have been so many. i am also obsessed with the idea of them spending their lives together. leave me alone.

important lyrics: “We are not perfect we'll learn from our mistakes And as long as it takes I will prove my love to you I am not scared of the elements I am underprepared, But I am willing And even better I get to be the other half of you”

8. ordinary people // john legend

i really, really love this song, actually? i’m a big fan of a lot of his music lmao. but i like this song specifically because it’s about how complicated love can be sometimes, and i think fsk’s love gets really complicated sometimes! and like, despite it all, they love each other and they’re trying to work it out. but that doesn’t change the fact that it’s really hard sometimes! (shoutout to the fic i titled with a lyric from this song that exemplifies that exactly)

important lyrics: “I know I misbehaved and you made your mistakes And we both still got room left to grow And though love sometimes hurts I still put you first And we'll make this thing work but I think maybe we should take it slow”

9. carry on // fun.

first off, this song has INTENSE post-framework fitz vibes. this is very much how i headcanon his relationship with violence works after they escape from the framework and fuck canon. but also, just, the idea of them all healing together? the idea of them moving on together after shield? poetic cinema. chef’s kiss. they’ve all changed SO MUCH since the show started, and yeah, not all of that change is good! but at least they’re still together.

important lyrics: “You swore and said we are not We are not shining stars This I know I never said we are Though I've never been through hell like that I've closed enough windows to know you can never look back”

10. blackbird // the beatles

i don’t know what about this song reminds me of jemma but something in this song reminds me of jemma, and fitz and daisy helping her heal. regardless, i am So Into them helping each other heal! mostly because the way that the show refuses to give them a break is SO FRUSTRATING. (also it tends to involve them being soft with each other and i am Weak.)

important lyrics: “Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these broken wings and learn to fly”

11. thunder road // bruce springsteen

this is probably my second favorite song of all time. i am Absolutely Unbiased For Sure. regardless, i adore the imagery of this song, the contrast between the poetic feeling of it and the down-to-earth lyrics. this song, to me, is about people coming back to each other at the end of a long long journey. being in love while tired and recovering from a long, painful, messy life. and that just fits them... so well.

important lyrics: “Well now I'm no hero That's understood All the redemption I can offer girl Is beneath this dirty hood”

“With a chance to make it good somehow Hey what else can we do now Except roll down the window And let the wind blow back your hair? Well the night's busting open These two lanes will take us anywhere“

(y’all do not understand how hard it was to not copy All The Lyrics. you really really have to listen to this song.)

12. the long and winding road // the beatles

EXACTLY THE SAME THING THAT I SAID FOR THE LAST SONG. god this song works so well for them. they are never going to be able to leave each other because they’re so interconnected and yeah, part of that is circumstance, but so MUCH of that is CHOICE. they CHOSE to spend time together, they CHOSE to spend time together, i’m getting emotional over here.

important lyrics: “The long and winding road That leads to your door Will never disappear I've seen that road before It always leads me here Lead me to you door”

13. the archer // taylor swift

this is THE definitive daisy pov song. try to tell me i’m wrong. you can’t. daisy showing vulnerability is a BIG DEAL because of how easily she deflects things! she shows vulnerability to people she loves, most notably mack, coulson, fitz, and jemma! it physically pains me to think about how much she trusts them, y’all. there’s also this sense of melancholy throughout the song, because she’s never going to be the person that she once was. I’m Upset, Y’all.

important lyrics: “Combat, I'm ready for combat I say I don't want that, but what if I do? 'Cause cruelty wins in the movies I've got a hundred thrown-out speeches I almost said to you Easy they come, easy they go I jump from the train, I ride off alone I never grew up, it's getting so old Help me hold onto you”

14. army of angels // the script

this song is courtesy of @theclaravoyant, who recommended this as THE fsk song, and i think she’s very right! they fight TOGETHER, y’all. i’m very emo about it. their love is TRANSCENDENT and helps them OVERCOME their obstacles and i’m Really Upset About It, okay?? this song especially sounds like jemma’s voice, but it works so well for any of them and i Love It.

important lyrics: “When they got me cornered Close to giving in Oh I feel you round me like a second skin”

15. paper rings // taylor swift

*sobbing* i just want them to be HAPPY. i think part of my feelings about this song stem from, like, how fsk manages to find love during really, really dark times? and manages to be in love with each OTHER during the events of the show, which are VERY DARK as i think we can agree. and yet they managed to get together! and they managed to stick together! and idk, y’all, i’m just so soft for permanent partnerships and people being Married(tm) and this song brings that in SPADES.

important lyrics: “Kiss me once 'cause I know you had a long night Kiss you twice 'cause it's gonna be alright Three times 'cause you waited your whole life”

“I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings Uh huh, that's right Darling, you're the one I want, and I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this“

16. lucky // jason mraz & colbie caillat

this song just SCREAMS domesticity to me and no it’s absolutely NOT because i used a lyric from this song to title my collection of domestic fsk ficlets, i have no idea where you would get such a ridiculous idea. they are all BEST FRIENDS okay and they’re in LOVE and they come HOME TO EACH OTHER at the end of the day. they genuinely like spending time together. god, this song is so cute, i love it so much.

important lyrics: “I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend Lucky to have been where I have been Lucky to be coming home again Lucky we're in love in every way Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed Lucky to be coming home someday”

17. wonderwall // zella day

before you tell me i’m being stupidly cliche, look at the artist. and then realize that the artist doesn’t make a different for how cliche i’m being. first off, this is such a wlw song (google that one car commercial if you don’t believe me) and skimmons is kind of. my peak wlw song. but also this song is so lovely because it’s about people persevering through challenges to be together, even their own feelings, and that’s VERY good and VERY fsk. i’m just very gay, alright? leave me alone.

important lyrics: “And all the roads we have to walk are winding And all the lights that lead us there are blinding There are many things that I would like to say to you But I don't know how Because maybe You're gonna be the one that saves me And after all You're my wonderwall”

18. team // noah cyrus

this song is from @bobbimorseisbisexual’s fsk playlist (thanks al i love you) and it’s VERY GOOD for this ship. god, i have so many emotions about them being on the same team (which is part of why it’s so FRUSTRATING when the show tries to split them up-). especially because trust is such a big aspect of their relationship? look, these are three people who have been betrayed a lot, even by each other. it’s so IMPORTANT that they trust each other to be on the same team!! (also this song is one of the only songs i’ve ever heard that’s apparently singing to both a man and a woman, and i’m gonna ignore the fact that it’s a duet. let me have my poly songs.)

important lyrics: “Whenever you're winning I'll give you strength, boy And I'll share your name, girl 'Cause I'll always be on your, I'll always be on your team Yeah, I'll always be on your team”

19. i melt with you // modern english

this song is sponsored by @florchis, who not only was the person that first told me about this song but also named her entire fsk collection after one of the lyrics. she has very good taste. first off i love how high-energy and happy this song is. declaring your love for someone is a VERY fun thing to do in the best of circumstances! and i just love the idea of them taking time for each other in the middle of all of their shield business. i love them so much, y’all.

important lyrics: “Moving forward using all my breath Making love to you was never second best I saw the world crashing all around your face (let me hear you) Never really knowing it was always mesh and lace (c'mon)”

“I'll stop the world and melt with you You've seen the difference And it's getting better all the time There's nothing you and I won't do”

20. cornelia street // taylor swift

YES, i know this is the FOURTH tswift song on this list. she’s really good at songwriting, okay? also... y’all.. the VULNERABILITY. the LONGING. the idea of having to deal with the very real fear of loss fits VERY well for a ship where everyone involved is in mortal danger three times a week. also, the idea of never being able to separate the memories of a place from the people? that’s peak fsk. i know i keep saying this but they’re all HUGELY INFLUENTIAL on each other and it’s a BIG DEAL!! they’re never going to get over this relationship, this love, and I’m Never Going To Get Over Them.

important lyrics: “And I hope I never lose you, hope it never ends I'd never walk Cornelia Street again That's the kind of heartbreak time could never mend I'd never walk Cornelia Street again”

21. coroner’s report // molly ofgeography (aka @ofgeography)

first off, everyone should listen to this ENTIRE ALBUM because it’s VERY GOOD. secondly, i know this song is really sad but imagine this as steeling yourself for the series finale. canonverse fsk hurts SO MUCH, y’all, and i love them so much. the metaphor in this song is *chef’s kiss* and the guilt of losing love is.... yeah. i’m sad. please be sad with me.

important lyrics: “How do you bury love, and what gets carved into the stone? If I had waited by the window would love be safe and back at home?”

“We held hands in the procession, black and veiled and strange You said, ‘love was good when love was here,�� it didn't ease the ache“

22. two // sleeping at last

okay i definitely think that part of this is me being an extreme 2 and therefore considering this song the Peak of Romance. which is probably a little unhealthy but leave me alone. i don’t know enough about enneagram types to diagnose any of the ot3, but definitely this song resembles all of them to some extent, especially daisy. (i am in pain.) this song, to me, feels like daisy pining for fs in canonverse. (i am in PAIN.) she would ABSOLUTELY give parts of herself up for them and count on the fact that they wouldn’t notice. god, this hurts so much. i love this song so much. if it helps, i think in a happier universe they all also sacrifice parts of themselves for the others? which hurts too but in a good way.

important lyrics: “Tell me, is something wrong? If something's wrong, you can count on me You know I'll take my heart clean apart if it helps yours beat”

“I just want to build you up, build you up 'Til you're good as new And maybe one day I will get around to fixing myself too“

23. fair // the amazing devil

this song is CRIMINALLY unknown. GO LISTEN TO IT RIGHT NOW AND THEN MEET ME BACK HERE. this song just screams fsk at me. the humor, the depths of love, the good-natured resentment, the depths of love... god. it’s so good. i definitely think the strength of their emotions for each other overwhelm them sometimes. i think they find comfort with each other, i think they tease each other, i think they’re disgustingly in love all the time. god.

important lyrics: “She promises to fight them all when it all becomes too much And he, he curses at the world for Leaving him behind and he's falling out of touch And she is stronger than he's ever been he knows And she brushes her hand through His hair, he's got so much fucking hair”

“And he holds her close just to keep the world at bay And when they're sure no-one can hear them She'll turn to him to say, she'll turn to him and say It's not fair, It's not fair how much I love you“

(yes i DID copy more than i’ve been copying for the rest, because the songwriting in this song and album are PHENOMENAL and YES i will harass y’all until you listen to it because LOOK AT HOW GOOD IT IS.)

24. arms unfolding // dodie

i know, i know, this is a really short song. but it’s really pretty and i think it fits daisy, like, extremely well. think about daisy during early s4, specifically. she loves them enough to break down her walls. that’s what this song is about. and that’s what i’m gonna go cry over now. god this post is so long what the heck.

important lyrics: “Hope I'm not tired of rebuilding 'Cause this might take a little more I think I'd like to try Look at you And feel the way I did before”

“You know I could live without or with you But I might like having you about“

25. making love out of nothing at all // air supply

okay, so i admit it, i’m actually a HUGE fan of really cheesy 80s music. but i really love this song for them? especially jemma. i think it fits jemma really well. first off, it’s that good old vulnerability with admitting that she doesn’t know everything! and it’s admitting that she specifically doesn’t know what she’s doing with this relationship! and admitting how much she loves both of them even though she might not have wanted to! and i think she’s just... so amazed, so so amazed at the way that fitz and daisy are able to forgive and be loving even when they’re in the worst situations? which is definitely a big message of this song. (oh jemma, i love you and your violent tenancies. i see al’s valid criticisms and i am Loving You Anyway.)

important lyrics: “I know all the rules and then I know how to break 'em And I always know the name of the game But I don't know how to leave you And I'll never let you fall”

“And I don't know how you do it Making love out of nothing at all”

jesus CHRIST this got long. i actually also had a bunch more songs that i didn’t have a LOT to say about but i thought they fit anyways, so uh, honorable mentions:

can’t help falling in love // elvis presley (”wise men say only fools rush in / but i can’t help falling in love with you”)

the longest time // billy joel (they’ve influenced each other)

after all // peter cetera & cher (they’re never going to be able to forget the influence they have on each other)

leave a tender moment alone // billy joel (daisy pov for skimmons. that is all)

she // dodie (i am Soft and Gay and skimmons is also Soft and Gay)

bremen // pigpen theatre co. (honestly idk what to say here, it’s just The Vibe)

say something // a great big world (similar vibe to ordinary people)

saturn // sleeping at last (Science and also Influence On Each Other)

celeste // ezra vine (thanks to al for this one too, i REALLY want to write a fic about them and this song at some point)

you’re the inspiration // chicago (i just love the sound of this song. also i think all of them - but jemma especially - are inspired by the others to be better)

#agents of shield #fitzskimmons #meta #fandom song rec #ot3: you can't imagine your life without them #sb and l rambles #sb and l watches aos #music #jesus CHRIST this is so LONG i'm so SORRY #on the other hand i am NOT because this is a VERY GOOD ESSAY ABOUT FSK IN MY HUMBLE OPINION #i hope y'all enjoyed it!! thanks for making it to the end if you managed to!

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lostanachronism · 5 years ago

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“i asked her once how she managed to master diplomacy and espionage at a time when no one wanted to see a woman succeed at either. and she said "compromise where you can. where you can't, don't. even if everyone is telling you that something wrong is something right. even if the whole world is telling you to move, it is your duty to plant yourself like a tree, look them in the eye, and say no, you move.” — captain america: civil war

NOTES —

• in order to comply with the wishes of @impulsvs and to make where she is at this point in time easier to follow, this portrayal is not compliant with the ending of avengers: endgame ! please consider this before interactions!

• yes, i am shipping cartinelli. i am simply an agent carter stan who has to give the content to herself so... i have an Explanation for this below.

• i am including the agent carter showrunners’ plan for season three in peggy’s canon here! obviously as we don’t know exactly what was going to happen, i’m going to be filling in some blanks ! obviously there are also agent carter spoilers ( i’ve summarised roughly, sorry agent carter writers lmao ) going on down below !

APPLICATION —

♡ ˙ hayley atwell, she / her, thirty-five / margaret “peggy” carter has been displaced !! originally from marvel cinematic universe / agent carter, she has found themselves in new york city, determined to get home . on the screen, they come across as driven, resilient, stubborn, and self-sacrificial. we’ll see if their red lipstick, gun beneath the pillow & looking out into the future personality will be their downfall or their saving grace in these streets. / shannon, twenty, she / her, bst.

INFORMATION —

NAME: margaret elizabeth carter

NICKNAMES: peggy, peg (commonplace) / marge (jack thompson) / miss union jack (howling commandos) / english (angie martinelli)

GENDER: cis female

BIRTHDATE: 9th april, 1921 — hampstead, london, england

DATE OF DISPLACEMENT: 8th november, 1956

AGE: thirty-five

DATE OF DEATH: 18th june, 2016 (age 95) — washington d.c., united states of america

NATIONALITY: british

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: married to a man for her family’s safety and to hide her bisexuality in an unaccepting age, but in a relationship with angie martinelli.

ORIENTATIONS: bisexual, biromantic

MBTI: entj-a

ZODIAC SIGN: aries

HOGWARTS HOUSE: slytherin ( i feel strongly about this lmao )

FC: hayley atwell

BRIEF BIO —

margaret carter, founder of s.h.i.e.l.d., has been having an interesting time since the end of the second world war. the s.s.r., it seemed, was ( although not keen on serving women in the first place ) even less inclined to give a women a shot, and thus she felt for some time reduced to a coffee-carrying glorified secretary for men like chief dooley and perhaps the most patronising of all — agent jack thompson.

however, when her close friend howard stark gets himself caught up in a congress investigation regarding stolen inventions of his, she is recruited by him to clear his name and try to recover the weapons; all without attracting the eye of her fellow agents, and with the assistance of his butler, her countryman edwin jarvis. it leads her along a road of chaos as howard’s inventions — stolen and sold along — create more and more havoc, and ends upon the brooklyn bridge disposing of the last sample of steve rogers’ blood as a last goodbye.

however, she didn’t expect to have to clear her own name as a heavily redacted file seemingly about an m. carter begins to circulate, accusing her of war crimes, as her colleague jack thompson ponders using it as blackmail.

who also accompanies her as the focus slowly turns to a russian group known as leviathan, and the deadly assassins of the red room, including one dottie underwood, putting her and all those she cares about ( even including l&l automat worker angie martinelli, who she has come to call a friend ) in danger. the trail becomes more dangerous still when zero matter and fanatical actress-scientist whitney frost comes into the equation, seeking to use it for her own ends and to ‘advance’ humanity beyond imagining.

the ‘m. carter’ file comes back into focus when agent jack thompson is shot and the file stolen — and the investigation, to peggy’s horror, leads her to her not-so-dead brother michael who has turned to the very organisation peggy had spent years of her life struggling against, forcing her to choose between family and what is right. ( being who she is, of course, she chooses the rightful path. )

later, howard stark approaches her for help to run the new s.h.i.e.l.d. and she becomes one of its founding members, the successor organisation to the s.s.r. she had by then spent some time in both new york and l.a., and decided to pursue feelings for angie ‘in spite of her better judgement.’ she married for cover ( her husband being privy to the truth ) so that she and angie could have a relationship with lesser fear of danger / persecution. she and her husband have a child. she had been spending some years with shield when on november 8, 1956, shortly after the re-election of dwight d. eisenhower to the presidency, she was thrown to new york — a city she knew, but in a different time, with people she knew to find there.

WANTED CONNECTIONS —

for plotting, my discord is litoreus#9796. please note that this blog is only open to members of the displacedhqs roleplay group.

• will give you my first born in exchange for any agent carter character ( but particularly angie / howard / jarvis ) thank you that is all !

• especially fellow mcu muses let us plot some THINGS thank u !

• found family as always like yes. give me someone for peggy to protect with her life because she’s ABOUT THAT SHIT.

#dphq:intro #𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 → 𝐩𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬

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natashalie-lumley · 5 years ago

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What’s new Scooby Doo? Oh just more zombies

You know when you get bored so you scroll through the “to rent” section on your streaming service of choice looking at the new movies, trying to find something to scratch that itch, and then you happen upon the most random things ever? Yep, that’s exactly how I found this brand new answer to “what will they think of next that they really shouldn’t do”: SCOOBY DOO: RETURN TO ZOMBIE ISLAND!

From Amazon: Join Scooby-Doo, Shaggy and the Mystery Inc. gang as they win a vacation of a lifetime and attempt to put their mystery solving days behind them. As soon as they arrive to the tropical island, Velma, Daphne and Fred can’t help but notice how strangely familiar this island is, to a terrifying trip they once took decades ago. They soon find out paradise comes with a price when they encounter an army of zombies! Hop on board and travel with Scooby-Doo and the gang, as they unearth the mystery of Zombie Island in an original movie adventure!

So my first thought, upon seeing this exists, is “holy carp wth”. My second, upon reading the above description, is “decades???” And my third, upon watching the first half hour and listening to the cliche out-of-touch Sheriff describe what kids used to do in, idk, the sixties, was “wait, weren’t they out of school in the original ZI? And they had professions and everything? so if this is decades... how OLD are they?” (Of course, they don’t look any different, at all, because cartoons.)

Anyway I’m enjoying this ride and I decided to bring ya’ll along with me, all dozen of you who might see this lmao. Spoilers ahead!

This is a dream right? It has to be a dream because 1) when did Fred set up that trap, 2) their traps never work that well, and 3) Daphne just used a makeup brush to touch-up the Mystery Machine. Or maybe that’s just normal for her.

Oh it was a dream! Just to lead into the cliche “the thing you had a nightmare about didn’t happen that way but it did happen”

Shaggy and Scooby and their all-to-convenient Judge outfits

Again... very cliche out-of-touch adult.

OMFG ELVIRA! Didn’t she do a movie with them?

It’s at this point that I’m looking at imdb trying to figure out who voices Velma cause I don’t think it’s the original.

Lol one of the rumors about ghosts involves “an ancient ghost that asks you to program the VCR” and the obviously-teens going “what’s a VCR”. Cue me laughing my ass of remembering the days of SD movies on VCR.

Elvira’s convenient vacation offer is so ridiculously convenient I haven’t decided whether or not she’s in on it.

OH it’s Kate Micucci! that explains the voice.

“We’re noticing this strange things but absolutely none of us are going to consider it mysterious at all” is as useful in conversation as telling the jury to strike something from the record in a court show.

How is the original zombie movie “unsolved”. They solved it.

If the captain of the boat is that worried about the zombies why is waiting to come back right before sundown? Why not come at noon? ...... he’s in on it isn’t he. Wasn’t the original?

Um... don’t they have some sort of cell phone or GPS that could tell them what they have obviously picked up on “we’re clearly not in the Caribbean”.

“Wait until the last person is alone to actually say more than 2 words warning them to get away” cliche

Hasn’t the gang had a close friendship for this entire time? Have they literally never talked about anything but solving mysteries? I mean canonically I swear they’ve spent time in conversation about other things. There’s even whole episodes of shows where they have relationship and stuff... Are you telling me they’re only friends in circumstance?

(It’s at this point where I decide the other good thing about this live posting is I won’t be tempted to fast-forward through the parts that irritate me like all the hijinks of “we’re totally keeping our promise really”)

Did the driver’s phone literally just ring so we had the conveniently “dum dum DUUUMMMM” effect? ‘Cause he doesn’t seem in a rush to answer it.

So... they changed the name... to Moonstar. Instead of Moonscar. Wow. That one letter. Does so much.

CATS!!!!!!!!!! KITTIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! yes please

Ok so she’s recapping the first movie and saying “it was for a school project”.... but still...

“The only thing we have to do on this island is relax” and, idk, not look at a GPS or anything with location information...

“I’m sure there’s a perfectly reasonable explanation for the guest book pages being torn out, right Alan?” “Moths.”

Why -are- there so many cameras.

Holy carp look at that it’s the same forking people just modernised a little.

Why is he flirting with Daphne.

I forget, is Fred canonically with Daphne rn? I can never keep that straight.

If this blonde lady says “yes and” again I’m going to be very irked. It’s not an improv class honey.

Why is she so horrified by their manners/lack-thereof?

Why is blonde lady crying? Other than the fact that she’s a horrible actress.

Also why has nobody noticed that Hotel Manager Alan is clearly wearing the same cat-head necklace from the first movie but painted.

“Shiatsu?” “No, Great Dane!”

Ah yes, cartoon details - Scooby slurps on a straw but the liquid level never changes.

Are... the zombies.... giving them....... massages? Or just really failing claw their flesh apart?

That arm was hollow.

If the Mystery Machine is in the frickin’ garage I’m either going to die laughing or bang my head on the table.

The cat necklace now has eyes.

Scooby just poked Shaggy in the nipple during their demonstration.

At this point the gang have seen zombies, witches/actual witch’s ghost, aliens, and idk what else. So why are they scoffing at zombies?

Three of the four people were facing Scooby and Shaggy entirely and somehow still missed them running away.

Ah yes, a trapped kitchen cabinet. These people truly do know how to deal with them.

Zombies don’t haunt.

The “I’m clearly acting, let me try to say that again”

It’s at this point that I start to think the cameras and the bad actor and the convenient look-alikes all mean that this is a setup for somebody’s idea of a TV show

Weren’t the original zombies faster?

I WAS RIGHT! IT’S A MOVIE! But also directors don’t normally act in their movies.

This is obviously just the setup-within-a-setup. Haven’t decided what the second one is... cause that’s definitely a were-cat-person.

Is Mr Bad-actor-director in on the second plot? Because he’s definitely over-acting this “oh no I’ve been found out” and is not crying.

If they try to make Mystery Monster Truck Machine sentient I’ll be really annoyed.

“I thought I was hallucinating!” “Why didn’t you tell us?” Um. because he thought he was insane?

Cartoon details - everybody is mysteriously dry minutes after being doused with water.

So they ask “what’s the next scene” and he walks away going “you’ll see” and then... nothing happens. For ages.

Why is the gang so bad at acting scared? They’ve all been scared before.

Was Alan supposed to be saved? Still not sure if he’s in on this or not...

So it is very definitely the second day now, close to sundown, and even though they know about the “making a movie” plot absolutely nobody has questioned if that changes the plan on how they’re getting home.

Ah yes the cats

“I know I should be freaking out” but I’m too focused on my job cliche

So what happened to the fake islanders that greeted them in the beginning?

Fred is waaaaaaay to in to his car. Like... is there going to be shipping in fanfiction now? (Please don’t tell me I really reAlLY REALLY don’t wanna know)

So who even ARE these three random mofos? And what is with that hairstyle?

Still not convinced Alan isn’t part of this second plot... gone back and forth several times.

Why do people on tv use 2 feet on the brake when they need to brake really dramatically hard?

Please tell me the ramp only sort of works and they end up landing in the middle of the hotel

Aaaaah darn, they made it.

What was the point of the bridge being taken out if the cat people make it to the hotel without getting wet?

Ah yes, the “hiding in the hotel and running from the bad guys” montage

This is such an odd music choice...

Cat person clearly saw Shaggy and Scooby run from their hiding spots, so why’d he smash it anyway?

Daphne has so far done a better job of hiding than anyone

Cartoon detail - blue vase that got smashed a few seconds ago is back in its spot next to the stairs

Ah yes, the “take them off guard and pretend to be a server in a restaurant complete with disguises from who knows where”

Cat people that don’t like fish.... ok.

That rug would’ve unrolled very quickly, or at the very least at the bottom of the stairs.

So the cat people sundial device thing magically points to the treasure... but didn’t the cat people not know where it was? It’s not like the original movie was the first harvest moon since Moonscar’s death. They would’ve been able to do that a long time ago if that was the point of the dial. I know I worded that poorly.

AH the islanders were in on the second plot! That makes sense.

Am I the first person to remember there’s a fourth catperson?

Cat whistle.... cat... whistle... ok

How did the police get there?

So was the cat moondial laser thing part of Fred’s trap?

Are you saying this is the first time the cats have decided to dig in that basement? And it just conveniently happens while they’re all there?

He just walks off with all the gold. Doesn’t even offer to share it.

Why -did- Fred sell the Mystery Machine? I mean it should’ve just been repainted and ta-da- it’s a normal van.

Why -is- the Sheriff there. Ostensibly they’re in a completely different state. Why... is Daphne crying now... this is... ridiculous.

If it weren’t for you (all 3 people who might read this) I’d skip this.

Why are they now friends with the cats?

So... the mystery of the fourth cat person is just... unsolved? that’s ridiculous. Especially because Velma would’ve counted that as a lose end that needs tied up.

So! That was a trip! lmao. Hope everybody gets a laugh out of it.

#spoilers #scooby doo return to zombie island #scooby doo #live-post movie

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kusunokihimea · 6 years ago

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ALAS: How it Works

[ So I know this doesn’t concern too many of you, as not many people write in the ALAS verse on this blog, or with any of my sideblogs, so if you have no idea what this is...that’s okay! BUT, for posterity’s sake, I thought I’d do a quick (ha) rundown of the verse, and how it all ties in to all my silly blogs.

First of all...the blogs! There’s this one, @whitefangwanderer, @thefriendlyflicker, @hyuuchiha, @foxesnflowers, and technically @sylviesmuses (which is more just an info blog on muses I no longer write in RP, but are part of the fic). These blogs are all, by default, written in ONE canon verse known as A Light Amongst Shadows. It’s (loosely) based on OLD RP back before I joined Tumblr with two friends. It was originally made so we could blend in ships and OCs that we enjoyed, while following as much of canon as we could, sans those ships and OCs.

So! For a bit more of a visual, you can see the “full” (aka the best I could do) genealogy map for the verse and most relevant characters [ here ]. First thing you’ll probably notice are the two main ‘crackships’. ALAS follows canon pretty darn close up until we pass chapter 699. From there, it takes its own epilogue course. Children and ships all pretty much stay the same, however, EXCEPT that we switch out N.aruHina and S.asuSaku for N.aruSaku and S.asuHina. Which results in four NEW ship kids! Uzumaki Akane, Uzumaki Kei, Uchiha Tenkai, and Uchiha Chikyū. The NS kids are the muses of @foxesnflowers and the SH kiddos are on @hyuuchiha.

ALAS also fills in a some missing faces, such as Shisui’s parents, Neji and Hinata’s mothers, etc. etc. Otherwise, most of the OCs are those of the next gen from the above-mentions ships, as well as N.ejiTen and Ryū’s ship in that verse with Shisui. As mentioned in a previous post, this is a swapped ship due to revamping the plot. In short, this makes things more canon compliant, and requires less plot intervention / “OP” OC actions to make it work. So! While the plot prior had ItaRyū, the new ship for the fic is ShiRyū. That’s not to say other ships can’t work for either Ryū OR Shisui (as he’s the muse of @thefriendlyflicker), but that’s what’s written by default, and they are the parents of the three ship kids for ALAS on this blog.

SO, now: how it all ties together. This is going to be a little long and I guess a little spoilery, BUT: for the sake of explanation of how things all fit, I’ll go over a (VERY) barebones summary of main aspects of the fic. We’ll go under a cut for length cuz...this post is long enough, lmao

So, as said, the purpose of ALAS is to blend in OCs. And given that neither of my previous partners RP anymore, it focuses solely on Ryū. It starts much the same as her default verse: Iwa, during attempts to cut through to Hi no Kuni, use doton to scale the mountains along the north side of the country. Given they were also battling with Kumo...this still makes sense. Ryū’s village, Kusunokizan, is all civilian save for her clan...which are healers. Sages, yes, but healers. So, the village is destroyed, with Ryū being the sole survivor after her mother uses the last of her chakra to hide her behind a barrier that bends light, and makes things under it invisible. Ryū’s mother, Reika, is killed in an attempt to defend her daughter.

On the floor of Hi no Kuni, a patrol spots the smoke rising from the mountains, and meets the Iwa squad on their way to investigate. They kill or capture them all, with some losses. Most head back to take the prisoners to Konoha, while some - including Uchiha Manami, Shisui’s mother - head on to check out the smoke. They, of course, find the ruins of the village...and Manami finds Ryū. Knowing she’s now alone, Manami tries to adopt her, but is denied due to village sanctions about rare bloodlines...and also bias against the Uchiha. Instead, she is made a ward to be raised as a village asset.

In a different attempt to help, Manami introduces the girl to her son, Shisui...and the pair hit it off right away. Shisui’s boisterous nature helps bring Ryū out of her shell. Through him, she meets others like Itachi and later Sasuke. And while she is trained in the hospital to utilize her bloodline, the boys all head into the Academy. Itachi is rather standoffish around her, but Sasuke - always dealing with boys (and a bit jealous of the attention his brother gives Shisui) enjoys her company.

...then Shisui apparently commits suicide. Ryū is, of course, devastated. Her first friend is gone. Not long after, the Uchiha clan is massacred save for Sasuke. Now Manami is gone, the clan...and Itachi is a murderer, Sasuke left all alone as a ward, like her. Though unable to be an official guardian due to village restrictions, Ryū nonetheless acts as Sasuke’s as he grows up.

After the Nami mission, Ryū - working at the hospital - becomes acquainted with his team, including Kakashi. Admitting to her worry over Sasuke, she asks the sensei to keep an eye on him for her, as she’s unable to fight. She aids with the chūnin exams, and is the medic who works primarily to save Hinata’s life, which begins a friendship between them. She also assists with Lee’s recovery, but is unable to cure him completely.

Otherwise, things progress as canon as normal. Sasuke is infected by Orochimaru’s curse mark, and leaves to join them for training. Ryū, in the interim - having lost nearly all of the people in Konoha she’s come to care about - asks to take a trip back to her village for some kind of emotional closure and respite. While there, she discovers the sage that trained her line, and rather than return to Konoha, stays in the ruins of Kusunokizan to train to become a healing / protective sage.

Shippuden passes much the same as canon, with mild participation by Ryū. No events change, and she is part of the war effort with the other medics, and is caught in Mugen Tsukuyomi. After the war, she encourages Sasuke to stay after her confides the truth of the massacre with her: to both let her repair his arm, and to help the betterment of the village and shinobi system by bringing it all to light. She also revives Neji as a token for Hinata and her friendship. The council is confronted by the clans’ heirs, and are removed from power. Kakashi, upon taking his seat as Rokudaime, reveals the truth and pardons Itachi to have him removed from the Bingo book and remove his criminal record.

Once that’s all over, Shisui returns, revealing his faked suicide: to give Itachi the Mangekyō, keep his body from Danzō (and those like Obito or Orochimaru), and keep the councilman’s betrayal from the clan, lest it start up a civil war. But with Danzō dead, the council ousted, and the truth revealed, he can now return. At first, Sasuke is angry with him for abandoning Itachi, and Ryū is hurt he didn’t come to her to be healed.

But the past is the past, and they move on. Ryū makes Shisui new eyes from his DNA, and the pair reconnect and grow closer, eventually becoming a pair. They marry and have their three children. Sasuke, after a slowburn, ends up with Hinata, and they have two children. Naruto and Sakura end up together with two children. Neji and Tenten get married and have a son, Hinode. A raid of one of Orochimaru’s old bases reveals an in-stasis ‘clone’ of Neji he also adopts as his own and names Higure.

The plot then focuses mostly on their kids, and the rising threat of the remnants of Root, led by Ayame, who want revenge for Danzō’s death and defamation by eradicating the Uchiha completely.

And that’s the gist of it, really! Obviously there’s a lot more guts, but this covers most of the OCs and their bonds with canon characters! And again, you can find most of the OCs and canons on the various blogs. Any that are missing you can always ask about! But uh...yeah. This is stupidly long, but...given that this story is going on seven years old, there’s a lot to it! Hopefully this provides a little insight into how this verse, and these blogs, work! ]

#sylvie speaketh [ ooc ]#[ verse summary || a light amongst shadows ]#long post #like #stupidly long post lmao #sorry about this to anyone who doesn't care #but for those who DO #here's just about everything you need to know about ALAS!#i'm actually going to try - keyword: try - to rewrite ALAS #i got 300k words in before #and then just...lost the heart for it #but all the reworking has me PUMPED #and ofc i'd also reallllly love to rp some of the beans from it with y'all!#especially the next gen beans #i love them #but also those like manami and hanako #all the good mamas #anyway #i'll stop now xD

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artificialqueens · 8 years ago

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Something Borrowed 1/? (Witney) - Miss Bianca & jazz

Summary: This was going to be Courtney’s first visit to her childhood home in five years, and she’d made a lot of plans. Obviously, none of them had included falling into a whirlwind, summer love affair with her father’s 28-year-old fiancée, just three months before the planned wedding. But sometimes, things just happened.

Miss Bianca’s A/N: So. This is an idea I came up with after the revelation that Willam’s kind of like your dad’s second wife, who’s only a few years older than you and is really funny and likeable, even though you want to hate her. Doing this collab was jazz’s idea, and I am so fucking happy she came up with it, because it turns out we’re the dream team and we churned this out real damn fast (thank god for Google Docs). This is obviously a multichap, and we’d both love feedback. No, seriously, please, tell us what you thought.

jazz’s A/N: Miss Bianca relayed this prompt to me and I immediately died & then revived myself to write this fic, which is probably the longest thing I’ve written without devolving into pure smut!!! But just you wait LMAO <3

Courtney sat on her palms in the backseat of the cab, impatiently counting the passing mailboxes in an attempt to calm her nerves. The streets seemed cleaner here than they’d been downtown, and the carefully manicured front yards were all starting to blend together in a slightly nauseating mixture of brightly colored azaleas and overwatered grass.

Her flight had left at 6 AM, but she wasn’t the least bit tired – being a morning person really paid off. Regardless, Courtney was pretty sure she was too anxious to even consider sleep.

Coming back to Los Angeles after so much time away felt almost like a tangible step backwards. When she’d left, she’d still been practically a child, and leaving behind her father’s big, beautiful mansion and all of her friends had felt like the end of her universe.

Now, she knew that the world was a hell of a lot bigger than her pricey private school and the saltwater pool in her backyard.

Granted, she’d ended up going to a new private school in San Francisco, and then to a small, far-too-expensive liberal arts college, trading in rich high school friends for equally as rich college friends. But at least she’d graduated. With honors. And an utterly useless degree in fashion design.

Some of her friends had opted to go to grad school, and some had internships lined up. Courtney, for her part, had spent all of senior year looking for ways to avoid returning to her mom’s apartment, and after a failed job search, the answer had come in a phone call from her father – the first non-birthday call in five years – inviting her to “come home for the summer.”

And so, here she was, in the part of town where you could practically smell the wealth – in other words, right back where she’d started. She’d spent so long trying in vain to escape it all, and now found herself praying that somehow, she’d still fit in.

The driver turned the corner, and Courtney let out a breath, long and heavy.

It had been about five years since she’d last seen it, but the block she grew up on still looked almost exactly how she remembered it, which was oddly comforting.

The cab started to slow, and Courtney could see the Japanese maple tree on the next-door neighbor’s lawn, only a little bit bigger than it’d been when she was a child. She’d always wanted to hide underneath the branches, but she’d only made it into the neighbor’s lawn once without getting scolded by her mom. Her father would’ve disapproved of the trespassing.

“Right here, miss?”

“Yeah, this is it,” Courtney replied, smiling politely in the direction of the rearview mirror as the cab pulled up to the curb. She fumbled in her purse, pulling out her credit card to pay.

The dry heat hit her as soon as she stepped outside, and she was five years old again, admiring the huge house from the sidewalk: its white stucco exterior, spattered with tall windows that connected to ornate, wrought-iron balconies.

She was home.

It felt important, this moment, the first step towards reclaiming this place as her own. Maybe her father had seen the yellow car from his office window. As the afternoon sun warmed her face, she let herself imagine that he might even be waiting for her in the foyer.

The trunk of the taxi slammed shut, and Courtney pulled her gaze away from the house to see her assortment of bags resting on the pavement beside her.

“Thank you,” she said, managing to flash a final smile at the taxi driver.

“No problem.”

Courtney crouched to gather her belongings into her outstretched arms, wobbling slightly as she tried to stand and regain her balance.

“Probably should’ve just shipped it all,” she murmured. She was anxious and impatient, a thin layer of sweat forming on her lower back. “What, did I think the driver would want to carry everything inside for me? I’m such an idiot.”

After a few more moments of struggle, Courtney took a deep breath and began to shuffle awkwardly up the concrete path that lead to the front doors.

The sprinklers were on, drops of water making the grass sparkle as if someone had spilled diamonds all over the lawn. Courtney smiled, remembering how she’d run through it barefoot hundreds of times as a little girl to catch the ice cream truck before it pulled away. She never used to walk on the path, except for the few times when her father had been home.

He’d leave the door ajar, watching her from just inside the entryway, and she would put on her shoes and walk down to the street as quickly as she could, keeping her shoulders back and her chin up as young ladies like her were supposed to.

She could still picture the fond smile on his face when she paraded back to the house with a popsicle, careful not to let any of it drip onto her hands or her dress and make the smile go away.

The house towered above her now, and her heartbeat pounded in her ears as she took the steps one by one. She tried the door handle, finding it unlocked, and closed her eyes for a moment, collecting herself.

The door swung open, and she stepped over the threshold into the huge, sunlit foyer.

As soon as she tugged the door closed behind her, the hours of build-up to this moment began to seem pointless. Her father probably wasn’t home, and even if he was, he certainly wouldn’t take the time to come down and greet her. He was, as he’d told her so many times, “a very busy man.”

She shook her head, feeling foolish and naive, and let her bags fall to the ground with an echoing thud.

After a moment, Courtney realized that there was music playing somewhere in the house. It was upbeat, and sounded like something she might hear in a club around 1 AM – not in the home of an aging, wealthy businessman in the middle of the day.

She glanced around, wondering where it was coming from, and began to notice changes that had been made to the inside of the house. The foyer was just as big and airy as it had always been, but the aesthetic was distinctly different, and definitely not at all like her father.

There were vases of blooming flowers on the side tables, a set of dark brown plush rugs in the middle of the floor, and various fluffy pillows balanced on the ottoman. As she took a step closer, Courtney noticed that one of the pillows, a pink one, had fringe. Her eyes widened in alarm.

It was all wrong.

“What in the name of…”

Her brow furrowed, Courtney blindly followed the sound of the music, walking past the ottoman and through one of the open arched doorways that led to the smaller dining room and kitchen. There were, impossibly, more flowers on the dining room table, and a trio of Warhol’s Marilyn Monroe prints taking up most of the wall directly behind it.

She turned to scan the kitchen, and nearly jumped out of her skin. There was a strange woman there, perched on a barstool at the island.

Courtney looked her up and down, her lips parting involuntarily. The woman was leaning on the counter lazily, flipping through a magazine. One toned leg was folded underneath her body, making her already sinfully short dress creep up even higher. She was sipping on a clear cocktail – a vodka soda, Courtney thought, or maybe a gin and tonic – which, really, didn’t matter at all in the grand scheme of things, not when there were more obviously more pressing questions at hand.

“What the fuck are you doing in my house?”

To Courtney’s annoyance, the woman didn’t seem startled at all by Courtney’s outburst. In fact, she didn’t even bother to look up from her magazine.

“Oh, hey,” she said, taking another long sip of her drink. “You must be Courtney.”

“How do you know my name?”

“I’m Willam,” the woman drawled by way of response, setting her glass down on the island and finally glancing over at Courtney. “I live here.”

Courtney whipped her head around to look over her shoulder, as if there might be some explanation behind her as to what the hell was going on. She dug her fingernails into her palms in an attempt to keep from legitimately losing it.

“Am I being fucking Punk’d right now?”

Willam directed her attention back to the glossy pages of Cosmopolitan. “Oh, please, girl,” she scoffed. “As if you’re that important.”

Courtney gaped at her, unable to find the words to properly express her outrage at Willam – for being so pretentious, for her apparent lack of humanity, and for daring to look like that in the middle of the goddamn kitchen on a Tuesday afternoon.

A smirk crept across Willam’s face as Courtney stared at her blankly for a moment too long before managing to speak again.

“So, you live here,” Courtney said slowly.

“Ooh, she knows how to listen,” Willam cooed sarcastically.

Courtney gritted her teeth.

“Um, how?”

Willam set down her drink, and turned her left hand around, waggling her fingers with a cocky grin plastered to her face.

The giant, princess-cut diamond caught the light, and Courtney felt the balance of the world shift slightly.

“Is that…”

“Wedding date’s set for August,” Willam said, admiring the ring on her own finger. “Better get used to me quick, princess.”

“Don’t call me that!” Courtney snapped. “You’re like, my age! Jesus Christ, are you even fucking legal?”

“I’m 28, actually,” Willam replied. “But you’re off to a great start, flattery will get you anywhere.”

“That wasn’t a compliment!”

Courtney felt herself spiraling. Everything about her father’s new fiancée rubbed her the wrong way, from her quick retorts to her attitude to her tousled blonde hair that forced Courtney to imagine running her hands through it and making it even messier.

“Run along now,” Willam said with a noncommittal flick of her manicured fingers.

Courtney’s cheeks flushed pink. She wanted to disappear, wanted to punch Willam in the face and melt into a puddle at her feet. She wanted Willam to call her ‘princess’ again, just to hear the way it rolled off her tongue.

Leaving now, after Willam had practically ordered her to like some sort of child, felt like letting the other woman win – but Courtney didn’t think she could stand to be around her any longer, either.

Turning around with a huff, she strode out of the kitchen, her heels clicking aggressively on the tiled floor. Behind her, she thought she could hear Willam laughing.

She scooped up as many bags as she trusted herself to carry, and hurried up the impressive, dark-paneled staircase, wanting to put as much distance in between herself and Willam as possible. The sound of Willam’s music faded as Courtney reached the top and made her way down the hall to her right until she reached her old bedroom.

There was still a hook screwed into the top of the door, but the sign that had previously hung there, labeling it “Courtney’s Kingdom”, was absent. She ran a gentle hand over the wood, the scratch marks from the edge of the sign still present, as if it had been removed recently.

“Willam,” she muttered angrily.

She pushed her way into her room, relieved to see that Willam hadn’t totally remodeled in there as well. Her collection of suitcases was scattered on the floor, having shipped successfully earlier that week, the light blue print matching that of her other bags.

Dropping her things on the floor, Courtney walked over to the bed and sat down with a sigh. She could feel the beginnings of a headache forming in her temples, and she rubbed at them in a futile attempt dispel it.

She wished her father were home to clear everything up, maybe even reveal that “It’s all just a misunderstanding, Courtney, Willam’s actually just a cheap hooker who overstayed her welcome and stole some jewelry.”

If she couldn’t deal with the issue at hand right now, though, Courtney figured she could at least distract herself by unpacking some of her things. As she remembered, her closet had lots of room to fill up.

Bending down to grab a suitcase, she dragged it over to the closet with difficulty. The door slid open, and Courtney’s newly regained serenity shot straight out the window.

The bottom of the closet was covered with shoes. And not just any shoes – expensive designer pumps, by the looks of them, none of which belonged to her. She started to count the red bottoms, and stopped after reaching ten, her blood boiling. She closed the closet door as quickly as she could, and squeezed her eyes shut, trying to force the hot tears threatening to break the surface back down.

When Courtney got frustrated, her body’s natural reaction was to cry, and she hated it, hated how it made her seem irrational and overly sensitive.

It just wasn’t supposed to be like this.

It’s not that she wasn’t used to her father bringing girls home after her parents’ divorce. It was the opposite, really: there were the Sarahs and the Samanthas, the Heathers and the Haileys, each of them sauntering in and out of Courtney’s early life in quick succession.

She’d since reasoned that her father wasn’t the type to settle down, and had chosen instead to pay little mind to the semi-annual rotation of girlfriends during the few weekends she actually got to spend at her father’s house thanks to the joint custody agreement in place.

They’d all tried to relate to Courtney, too, which was hilarious and infuriating in its own right. She was nice about it, let each woman believe that they could be the one for her father, but Courtney knew better. They’d be gone by the end of the month, and Courtney could go back to deepening her tan, calling her childhood best friend Alaska over to watch trashy reality TV and to paint each other’s nails.

But now there was Willam, and she had a shiny rock on her ring finger, and Courtney didn’t know how to cope with that.

She violently shoved handfuls of underwear from her luggage into the antique bureau she’d loved so much growing up, taking out her irritation on the tiny lacy garments and mismatched socks.

When was her father planning on telling her, anyway? Had he hoped that Courtney would just waltz right in and figure it out for herself, that she’d think it was a cute surprise? She nearly snorted aloud. Her father was more than twice Willam’s age.

Her stomach churned, and she tried to determine if she was most mad at her father, for putting her in this godawful situation;his new fiancée, for her stupid outfit and face and voice;or herself, for seemingly being unable to get Willam out of her head, no matter how hard she tried.

With no more underwear left to unpack, Courtney found herself staring down her closet door, her hands fidgeting in her lap. There had to be something she could do, some way to regain control over the situation, shift the balance of power at least a little.

After a few more long moments of indecisiveness, Courtney tentatively returned to her closet. She had to make at least one room in the house entirely her own. The shoes had to go.

With renewed determination, Courtney started to gather the shoes, picking up as many pairs as she could, until her arms were full. She got to her feet, shuffled over to the door, and bumped it open with her hip. The master bedroom was on the opposite side of the house, which meant Courtney had to make her way down the long hall and past the stairs, hoping that Willam wouldn’t hear her moving around and come up to bother her.

Finally, Courtney reached the paneled wood door, and dumped the entire armful of shoes unceremoniously in front. There was a loud clattering noise as the pumps hit the floor, and Courtney grinned victoriously. She brushed her hands off on her jeans, surveying the scene.

Struck with inspiration, she leaned over, plucking a pair of clear, blue and red plastic Louboutins from the heap. Pink and silver sparkles caught her eye, and she reached further, grabbing that pair as well. It wasn’t like Willam didn’t have a few sets to spare, Courtney reasoned. Satisfied with herself, she stood and turned on her heel, marching back down the hall to her room.

She didn’t want – no, she refused – to allow some glorified stripper with a superiority complex ruin her entire summer, or her chances at reconnecting with her father.

Willam might be living in the house now, but it sure as hell wasn’t her home. In fact, Courtney was positive that she wouldn’t even be there another month, much less till the wedding.

She slammed the bedroom door shut behind her, and decided with a burst of conviction that she would still reclaim the house as her own, whether Willam was there to distract her or not.

She would do what she pleased, and Willam could go fuck herself.

And what Courtney wanted right now, more than anything, was to dig out her bathing suit, go lay by the pool, and hopefully avoid having to interact with her father’s new fiancée for a few hours. She deserved at least that much.

Fifteen minutes later, Courtney was striding out the back doors and towards the pool in her red bikini and one of the stolen pairs of Willam’s Louboutins, her light hair pulled messily into a topknot.

She felt like a model, camera-ready and confident. It was almost like being sixteen again, getting ready to lay out at the pool with Alaska and Adore, except now, the tables were turned: she was prettier, but far less happy.

While her father had worked, holed up in his office alongside stacks of legal documents and bills, Courtney had spent most of her free time on visiting weekends out here. She’d quickly learned to enjoy her own company, which was fine by her. It wasn’t as if teenage Courtney had wanted anything to do with the man who’d cheated on her mom over and over, and then denied it so convincingly that her mom had thought it was all in her head.

She’d gained some distance from her emotions surrounding that particular situation as the years passed, and so it wasn’t too much of a struggle to decide to give her father another chance. He might’ve changed, she figured – and there was always the possibility that her perception of what had happened between her parents was distorted.

And anyways, even if her father was just as bad as she remembered, it couldn’t hurt to secure her cut of his wealth in the will.

“Couldn’t stay away?” Willam’s voice pulled Courtney out of her thoughts, and she stopped in her tracks, unable to believe her terrible luck.

The other woman was stretched out on one of the long chairs beside the pool, round sunglasses covering most of her face. She’d discarded the dress from earlier, exchanging it for what had to be the skimpiest bikini Courtney had ever seen – not that she was staring, or anything.

It was just that the tanning oil was making Willam’s flat stomach and the tops of her breasts glisten so temptingly, and she couldn’t seem to stop looking.

Willam turned, lowering her shades and surveying Courtney as if she were an item with a price tag, like a dress that she was considering trying on. Courtney blushed, feeling the sudden urge to cover up under her scrutiny, and Willam’s lips tilted upwards in a smirk.

“Love the shoes,” she commented, meeting Courtney’s gaze. “I have great taste, don’t I?”

“I dunno,” Courtney said. She glanced down at her feet. “I think they’re kinda tacky.”

Willam’s eyes narrowed in annoyance, and Courtney pumped her fist internally at her success in finally getting a reaction out of the other woman.

“It’s a pool party shoe,” she said dismissively. “Not my best.”

Rolling her eyes, Courtney headed for her favorite of the chairs by the pool – thankfully, the one farthest away from Willam. She swore she could feel Willam watching her in that same commodifying way as she walked past, which was surprisingly exhilarating.

With some effort and a lot of willpower, Courtney managed to avoid looking back at Willam as she relaxed into the chair. They weren’t exactly seated near each other, but Courtney still felt hyper-aware of her presence. It was as if she was finely tuned to pick up on the sounds of Willam’s breathing, the subtle way she shifted her weight on the chair.

So, when the other woman suddenly began to make a lot more noise, Courtney couldn’t help but turn her head to see what was going on. Willam had stood up, and was tying her hair back into a low ponytail, heading over towards the edge of the pool.

Without meaning to, Courtney found herself following Willam with her eyes, like in one of those cliched movie scenes where the camera panned up over the perfect body of the female lead. She might as well be naked, Courtney thought. Which wasn’t a terrible mental image, she had to admit. Particularly since she was now unable to get the picture out of her head.

“It’s rude to stare,” Willam announced as she sat down, legs dangling over the edge of the pool. “I usually charge money for that.”

Courtney nearly choked on air. Had she really been that obvious?

“Cat got your tongue, sweetie?” Willam looked over her shoulder, her mocking smile taunting Courtney.

“I probably still have a dollar or two left in my phone case,” Courtney finally managed to say. “Isn’t that your usual going rate?”

The smile widened into a more genuine grin, and Willam chuckled, swinging her feet so water splashed up her legs. She had nice teeth, Courtney noted. And a nice smile, too – the kind that made you want to take notice, study her for a really long time.

Clearing her throat, Courtney looked down at her hands. For a second there, she could almost see why her father must’ve been drawn to Willam in the first place.

“Yeah, by the way, I used some of your closet space,” Willam commented. “Forgot to mention that.”

“Oh, I saw.”

“I mean, it’s all my closet space, if you wanna get official about it,” she added after a moment, a cocky tilt to her head. “Cause, y’know… my house.”

“But that’s my room,” Courtney argued, frowning. Whatever glimmer of likeability she thought she’d seen from Willam was quickly vanishing, replaced by the same intense irritation that had already ruined her day once.

“Sure, for now.”

“What the fuck is that, some kind of threat?”

“Ooh, language,” Willam replied, clicking her tongue disapprovingly.

“You’re such a bitch,” Courtney burst out.

“You kiss your daddy with that mouth?”

Courtney groaned. She crossed her arms, looking away pointedly.

Willam chuckled again, splashing water out of the pool. Courtney clenched her jaw. Why did Willam insist on being so difficult? It was like she’d been placed on the planet specifically to drive Courtney up the wall.

Courtney prided herself on her ability to get along with almost anyone. The problem here was clearly on Willam’s side, not on hers. She was a perfectly nice person – it wasn’t her fault that Willam had no manners, no common courtesy, and seemed to get a kick out of being an utter pain in the ass.

“You know, as soon as my dad gets home, I’m gonna tell him exactly what kind of person you really are,” Courtney called, still refusing to look at Willam.

“And what kinda person is that, kitten?”

“A bad one,” Courtney replied quickly, flinching slightly at the lame response.

“Ooh, savage,” Willam snorted.

“And don’t call me that!”

“Whatever you say, princess.”

Courtney huffed out a sigh, feeling like a pouty child with her arms crossed and her lower lip sticking out.

“You can tell your dad everything at family dinner tonight,” Willam added. “Not that it’ll change anything. Dave knew he wasn’t proposing to America’s sweetheart.”

“Wait, family dinner?”

—–

“So, how are you girls getting along?” Dave asked finally, attempting to break through the uncomfortable silence that filled the dining room.

Courtney looked up from her plate to see Willam smirking around a forkful of salad across the table. She opened her mouth, ready to inform her father of what a nightmare Willam really was, and closed it again.

“Um, fine,” she said instead, watching Willam’s eyebrows raise in amusement. She didn’t know what compelled her to lie, but suspected that Willam had known all along that she wouldn’t go through with it.

“Courtney borrowed a pair of my shoes,” Willam added.

“Oh, how… nice,” Dave said.

The room quickly fell into silence again, disturbed only by the irritatingly loud sounds of Dave occasionally clearing his throat and of Willam chewing.

Courtney wanted to scream.

Nothing about today was turning out how she’d planned. The reunion with her father that she’d hyped up so much in her head had been lackluster at best, and painfully awkward at worst. And Willam’s interruption of their shaky conversation – by way of an attention-grabbing entrance via the staircase – had made it just that much less satisfying.

Dave, in his typical way, had vanished upstairs to his office as soon as possible, leaving Courtney stuck downstairs with Willam once again. When the hired chef had arrived to make dinner, Courtney had volunteered to help immediately, just to avoid having to interact with her.

And now, here she was, stuck sitting right across from the other woman in the formal dining room, with nothing to do aside from stare at her and then pretend that she hadn’t been whenever Willam made eye contact.

“So, um, dad,” Courtney finally spoke up, desperate to shift the atmosphere. “How did you two meet? What’s the story here?”

“Internet,” Willam said, before Dave could respond.

“Yes, online,” Dave added with a nod.

“Oh, did you click one of those ads to chat with ‘hot young singles in your area’?” Courtney asked, her tone biting as she glared at Willam.

“No, it was one of those dating websites,” Dave said. “She found me, she seemed interested.”

“Oh, I’m sure she did,” Courtney murmured.

“We met up, and, well, the rest is history,” he finished.

“He’s just my kinda man,” Willam added, a smile that Courtney immediately recognized as false on her face as she batted her eyelashes at Dave. “Mature sort of gentleman, comfortable. Generous.”

Courtney nearly laughed out loud at ‘generous.’ In the 40 years her father had been making money, she was positive that no one had ever used that particular word to describe him.

“You’re too kind, sweetheart,” Dave replied, patting her hand.

“She really is,” Courtney agreed, rolling her eyes.

It was so painfully obvious that this was all a game to Willam. If she played her part correctly, she’d get rewarded with gifts and credit cards, and eventually, the biggest cut in the will. Courtney couldn’t believe that her father was falling for it.

“How was work today, babe?” Willam directed at her fiancé, clearly trying to steer the conversation in a less risky direction.

“Could’ve been better,” Dave said, shaking his head. “We’re trying to close on this deal, but getting through all the paperwork has been such a hassle…”

Almost immediately, Courtney stopped paying attention, an old habit that had apparently remained in place over the years. Willam, on her end, was nodding and blinking vapidly at him, still pretending to be engaged.

And the act was believable, too. If Courtney hadn’t felt the cool shoe sliding slowly up her thigh, she might’ve even thought that Willam truly was invested in trade secrets and company policy.

She froze, dropping her fork in surprise. Willam refused to acknowledge her, still playing the role of doting fiancée as her heel crept higher up Courtney’s leg. She could feel the flush rising in her cheeks again and she swallowed hard, trying not to squirm in her seat, a task that was easier said than done. She squeezed her thighs together, frustrated at how her body was betraying her, reacting to Willam’s touch so eagerly.

“Willam!” she hissed, and Willam’s gaze snapped over to meet hers. The foot promptly withdrew.

Oops, Willam mouthed with a shrug.

Courtney gaped at her, at a total loss for words. She glanced over at her father, who thankfully seemed to have missed the entire exchange.

She could still feel the ghost of Willam’s contact buzzing on her skin, and when Willam glanced at her again, she couldn’t help but bite her lip.

Dave was still rambling about something or other, and Willam kept nodding and watching him, her full lips parted. The room felt very hot all of a sudden, and Courtney needed air.

“Can I please be excused?” Courtney croaked.

Without waiting for an answer, she pushed her chair out from the table and stood abruptly, wadding up the napkin on her lap in a ball and tossing it by her half-eaten plate of food.

Fleeing to the kitchen, she rested her arms on the edge of the sink, turning the water on cold and splashing some on her face. Her cheeks felt a little less warm, but it did nothing to help the heat still twisting low in her stomach. Squeezing her eyes shut, she shook her head and turned off the water.

“You’re a mess,” said Willam. Courtney jumped, spinning around to see the other woman leaning casually against the counter behind her.

“Are you stalking me or something?” Courtney demanded, her heart rate picking up again. “What the hell was that back there?”

“Told you, it was an accident,” Willam said with a shrug.

“That’s a really big fucking accident.”

“Girl, don’t pretend you didn’t like it.” Willam pushed herself off the counter, taking a step towards Courtney. “I could see you getting all flustered. You ain’t subtle.”

Courtney’s back was to the sink now as Willam moved even closer, into her space. Courtney sputtered, wanting to deny Willam’s claims, but the words wouldn’t come out.

Oh my god, what is she doing? Courtney’s mind was moving at a mile a minute. She can’t be – but what if she is?

Willam was close enough that Courtney could smell her perfume, and she attempted to steady her breathing, hoping that maybe Willam wouldn’t notice how affected she was. There were a million reasons for Courtney to stop this in its tracks right now, a million reasons to push Willam away or slap her in the face. But the cut of Willam’s dress was low, and the line of her collarbone was soft and graceful, and Courtney couldn’t bring herself to consider any one of those reasons.

Impossibly, Willam kept closing in, and Courtney had nowhere to go, trapped by the cool marble of the countertop. And honestly, she wasn’t sure she’d want to go anywhere, even if she could.

Willam stopped, so close that Courtney could almost feel her body heat radiating off her in waves. She exhaled, her breath ghosting over Courtney’s lips, and Courtney reached out on instinct, her hand landing on Willam’s hip.

The corners of Willam’s mouth turned up into a wry smile.

“Knew it,” she murmured.

As quickly as Willam had advanced, she backed away. Turning, she left the kitchen, throwing one last knowing smirk Courtney’s way as she walked through the archway.

Courtney’s knees felt weak, and she gripped the edge of the counter behind her for support, trying to catch her breath. She’d been so sure Willam was going to kiss her, and she’d done nothing at all to stop it.

Courtney stared blankly into the empty space where Willam had been until just a moment ago.

The sound of Willam’s laughter, loud and emphatic, carried in from the dining room. Courtney closed her eyes, trying to figure out what her father could’ve said to evoke that kind of reaction. She wondered if she could make Willam laugh like that, too.

It hadn’t even been a full day, and all of Courtney’s plans for her summer were already in pieces at her feet. She had no idea what to make of Willam or how to handle her, and there was no evidence that it was going to get any easier.

There was only the hum of the refrigerator, the thumping in Courtney’s chest, and the realization that she was totally, completely fucked.

#willam belli #courtney act #witney #cisgirl au #humor #angst #enemies to lovers #eventual smut #something borrowed #jazz #miss bianca #rpdr fanfiction #lesbian au

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yaz-the-spaz · 8 years ago

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WIP MEME

was tagged by the lovely @beautifulkingzayn -- can’t wait to read all the things you’re working on! (that stripper!zayn fic and the blue is warmest color au sound especially interesting!)

the rules are thus: list all the things you’re currently working on in as much or little detail as you’d like, then tag some friends to see what they’re working on. This can be writing, art, vids, gifsets, whatever.

oh god.

so. i have a shit ton of things i’m working on simultaneously...

(it’s a tiny part of the reason, among many others, that i take such long breaks from the twelve fic cause half the time i get caught up working on other shit and then i’m like wait no gotta get back to twelve it’s been way too long lol smh)

but anyway the main thing at the moment, as many of you all know and as i’ll probably ramble on about for way too long is the twelve fic, which is sort of a winter soldier au, or at least that’s what it was inspired by anyway but it’s kind of deviated so much from that and taken on such a life of its own at this point that idk if it can even really still be considered an au of that verse anymore but it features zayn as a brainwashed assassin who goes by the name twelve after being kidnapped and having all of his memories wiped when he was a kid. it’s super triggery and basically involves every bad or horrible thing you could imagine happening to a person happening to zayn at some point until (by chance) he encounters liam, his childhood best friend, who he doesn’t remember in the middle of a bank heist and then later gets assigned to monitor liam b/c the person behind the whole brainwashing child assassin program, aka the director, is a sick fuck. cue liam freaking out and trying to do everything he can to help zayn but having no clue what he’s doing and the other boys finding out and pitching in to help too, along with some interesting side characters both original and non-original. okay i’ve gone on about this fic long enough, onward to the mountain of other ficlets i’m working on smdh…

a sex pollen fic set in 2015 (shortly after zayn left the band) wherein liam gets drugged (sort of) by a fan while out and about in LA with zayn and thinks he’s just coming down with something/getting sick till they get back to zayn’s house and liam ends up begging zayn to fuck him while zayn tries to be the good guy and resist and not take advantage of a naked, drugged out liam

a peter pan ziam/ot5 au featuring zayn as peter, liam as wendy, harry, louis & niall as the lost boys, little mix as fairies, simon as captain hook, and dan wooton (ugh sorry i fucking hate his name so much) as smee (also a name i hate so it works lol), still debating on the mermaids…might make one of them t-swift and maybe throw kendall and gigi in too (and possibly throw in cheryl as part of hook/simon’s pirate crew idk?)…and i also haven’t settled on anyone for tiger lily yet either but i’m open to suggestions for that too if anyone wants to throw someone’s name in the hat. anyway it should be a wild ride if i ever finish it, but got writer’s block shortly after writing the first few scenes and tried to come back to it twice but just couldn’t figure out where to go from where i left off so we shall see…

what else? um…a super angsty bottom liam bdsm ziam fic set during the wwa tour

a drabble wherein liam has a secret voice kink and gets off to zayn’s m.o.m album when he’s home alone

a weird ass fairly oddparents inspired au where liam is basically timmy and zayn keeps coming home to find new stuff in their house and vague explanations as to where they came from (should be posted soon i think)

part three of my outlaws series, which is a ziam prohibition era au series with lots of friendly ot5 feels and some struggles with period-typical homophobia and racism, featuring zayn as a bad boy bootlegger, liam as a good church-going small town boy (at first anyway), louis as a pimp, and niall and harry as his rent boys; in the part i’m currently working, part three, zayn and liam end up going back to liam’s hometown and liam has to grapple with the demons he left behind, including facing his parents (mainly just his mom) who he hasn’t seen in over two years and some of the shitty townsfolk he used to be friends with

there’s also a half-finished ziam five times plus one drabble that got shortened to a four times plus one (and honestly may end up getting shortened to three plus one just so I can get off my ass and finish it because it’s been half done for going on like eight months now and it’s honestly ridiculous smh) but anyway it was originally supposed be the five/four times zayn and liam woke up in bed together and it didn’t mean anything/was just friendly (supposedly) and the one time it meant more

and then there’s the main one that’s taking up my time lately (besides the twelve fic) and that i’m hoping to be ready to start posting soon as well, a slave!liam ot5 fic where the other four come home to their shared flat to find a box with a live boy inside (liam) sent to them by way of a secret organization that calls themselves modest and deals in underground human trafficking, training people to be servants and then shipping them off to groups of people/families whose needs they feel the slave’s skills would match best…it shares a lot of similarities with my twelve fic (in terms of the whole forced servitude thing, brainwashing, and a secret underground org that deals in kidnapping and human trafficking and monitoring people and all that) which was completely unintentional because i actually started writing it around like three years ago now and had completely forgotten about it up until a few months ago when i found it again at the bottom of one of my folders while in the middle of working on twelve and was like holy shit why do i keep writing things like this lmao but then decided to continue it anyway and i’ve been working on it piecemeal ever since and not sure when it’ll be ready to post cause the beginning still needs a lot of work, but hopefully it won’t be too much longer cause I’m really curious and excited to see what people think of it and am kind of anxious/antsy to post it lol

oh and i also have an original fic i’ve been working on kind of piecemeal too, a super angsty fic about an incubus who hates being an incubus and basically tortures himself with sleep deprivation to keep himself from using his powers while also trying to deal with the trials of high school, his abusive father, his asshole of a step-brother (who’s also a siren) and being gay, but ends up falling in love and being forced to kind of come to terms with himself…also kind of delves into what makes someone a monster and how we perceive and define ourselves, and the whole monsters vs. humans debate and which ones are the “real” monsters, etc.

so yeah that’s pretty much it for the most part but i do also have a whole doc full of plot bunnies for like a million other fics (mostly ziam and ot5, but also a few original ones) that may at some point in the future get fleshed out and posted…if i ever get around to finishing the ones i listed here first…le sigh i am a problem child...so sorry this dragged on as long as it did but hopefully out there finds these at least mildly interesting and isn’t completely put off by the fucking dissertation i just wrote about my stupid wip’s

anyway, thanks again @beautifulkingzayn for the tag! tagging @doveziam, @zipplekink, @wlwharrie, and @ohthathurt and i know there’s probably a bunch of other people i could tag but my brain is farting at the moment and i can’t think of anyone else, if anyone sees this though (if anyone even bothers to read it lol) and feels up to joining in even if you weren’t tagged, feel free to participate! i’d love to see what everyone else is working on! (and apologies if you’ve already been tagged or just don’t feel up to doing this)

#tag game #wip tag game #wip meme #ziam fics #my fics #wip's #i am a problem child

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cupcakeshakesnake · 8 years ago

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Watching World Enough and Time for the first time

Hoo boy

-HOOOO BOI

-THE FINALE IS HERE (the first part of it, that is)

(Spoilers below the cut)

-Oookay snowy place... Kinda feels like the beginning of a Christmas Special (even though it’s still June...)

WHAT

-THE EPISODE BARELY STARTED??

-DOCTOR ARE YOU FAKING AGAIN

-WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR SLEEVE, WHAT CAUSED IT TO BE SO TORN UP

shit, no, really, what happened

NOOOOOOO WHAT

-He’s screaming because he’s turning into Trump

-...sorry.

-And the theme song comes on, without ANY explanation at ALL of what in the HECK just happened.

S t e v e n mofo M o f f a t

-The name of doom.

? giant spaceship??

W H A T

-Holy shit BBC your CGI really improved

“Hello, I’m Doctor Who.”

“LIES” (from “Flatline”, Series 8)

-”My plucky assistants, thing 1 and... the other one.”

I’m sorry

-No seriously what are you doing Missy

Mary. Frickin. Poppins.

-”But think of the age gap!”

JELLY BABIES

-I’m 110% sure those are jelly babies and if not I will be pissed

Their faces say everything.

-”Well. I am the mysterious adventurer in all of time and space known only as ‘Doctor Who. And these are my... Disposals. Exposition and- comic relief.”

“Iz no an esersise, iz a tepht.” “Are you eating?” “No.”

...Bill’s face. This whole thing. I just can’t.

“ALlllso it’s his real name”

“His WOT”

-Okay so Missy’s probs joking here but what if his name was actually Doctor Who, what if his name was the title of the damn show and it was right in front of us and we never noticed lmao

-”Are you a human?!” “Don’t be a bitch.” SHE SAID THE B WORD

-”My name is Doctor Who.” “It’s not, is it?” “I like it.”

S H I T

WHATTHEFUCK

-”She’s a murderer!” “Enjoying your bacon sandwich?” “Why?” “Because it had a mummy and a daddy. Go tell a pig about your moral high ground.”

Bill: ‘...stop.’

“ah HAHAw na forget it”

-”Nardole agreed.” “No I didn’t.” “He did in my head which is good enough for me.”

“Are you having an emotion?”

“Look at that face, he’s having an emotion!”

“Can I take a selfie with you?”

Don’t know what they’re eating but I’m hungry and that looks tasty

-”She was my man-crush.” “I’m sorry?” “Yeah. I think she was a man by then. I’m fairly sure that I was too, it’s a long time ago.”

”We’re the most civilized civilization in the universe. Billions of years beyond your petty human obsessions with gender and associated stereotypes.” “But you still call yourselves Time Lords.” “......Yeah. Shut up.”

-The food looks like salad now

-that was sooo cute aaaa

-”Every star in the universe. We were going to see them all.”

-”But he was too busy burning them.”

“Promise you won’t get me killed.”

Well look at how well that went

I don’t like their synthesized voices at all.

-It reminds me a bit of this.

“Assumption.” “Deduction.” “Hope.” “Faith.” “Idiot.” “Always.”

I can’t believe Missy copied Hagrid

-”Why do you care, Smurf?”

-”If somebody kills you and it’s not me, we’ll both be disappointed.”

-”It’s a matter of time.”

OOOHHHH

-I don’t know shit, but I think I heard that time slows down at the event horizon of a black hole. As in, it seems to slow down to an outside observer.

-And I’m still too stupid to actually connect that information to the episode itself.

-Meanwhile, Bill seems... okay for now.

What the heck.

-The man is disturbing but not disturbing enough to make me go full caps lock and definitely not the most disturbing thing I’ve seen.

WHAT’S WITH THE THING ON HER CHEST

So much fluff

Oh...

-”Pain... Pain... Pain...”

-Pain pain pain pain PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN--

Sorry but CONVERSION THEATRE?!

-Bill geT THE HELL OUTTA TEHRE

-WHAT IF THEY’RE ACTUALLY PEOPLE SCREAMING IN PAIN BUT THEY LOST THEIR ABILITY TO SPEAK BECAUSE THEY’VE BEEN CONVERTED INTO WALKING TIN CANS AND THE ONLY WAY THEY CAN EXPRESS WHAT THEY’RE FEELING IS REPEATEDLY SAYING “PAIN” IN MONOTONOUS VOICES

Please don’t be a jumpscare, please don’t be a jumpscare...

Okay, so the room with people in beds said IN, Bill’s room said CONVERSION THEATRE (I still don’t get why they call it a theatre/theater; who’s the audience? What’ so theatric about it?) and this room says OUT.

-Which MIGHT mean that the first one is where the humans are kept in custody before conversion, much like a normal hosptal wing (except for the conversion part) then humans are taken to the “Theatre” to have devices implanted on them and whatnot. THEN when they’re successfully converted or about to be so, they’re taken to the OUT room to finish the process... But then what?

Hey they’re using buttons to express their emotions

-World Enough And Time But The Cybermen Talk With Emoji Keypads

-But what if that guy couldn’t find that button at first so he was like “Stay-- (no that’s not it)” “Yes-- (not that)” “Step-- (no no)” “Pain-- (ah HA)”

AAAAGH I got scared

-I got a scare

OH SHIT

-Trope that scares me the most: Hiding character about to be discovered.

-The guy doesn’t tattle on her though

-They just... muted the device... That guy’s still in pain...

Holy fuck they’re all muted

-I want to say some sophisticated thing about governments pretending there are no complaints by simply muting them.. or something like that

-Bill you don’t have to turn the volume all the way up and risk being discovered

-I feel weird here, because “Kill me” is something I say a lot but there’s a HUGE difference between “Hahahahahaha what am I doing fucking kill me, stop my sinful hands hahaha the government should come to my house and end me look at all this trash i’m drawing ahahahaha this is true art fucking kill me pfftahahahahaha” and "K̺̯̭̻̘̟̎͂͛i̙̖̳͍̮̭̣̍́́l͒͏̮͎̲͖͇͖ͅl̤̜͙͉̘͋̆ͬ̂ͤ͘.̤ͤ̌ͬ͊ͤ͑ͅ.̝̞͕̖̒̑̈̃̔.͓͋̎ͦ̔ͮ̚ ̞͎̻̥̦͕̌ͬ͗ͫ͆̅̚m̳̱̬̞͍͓ͤ̿͂̊̃e̅̀.͉̫̪̰̖͢.̣͍̣̲͉.̡̙͖̥͎̯̜ͅ ̋ͥ͜k̹̳̞̀ȋ̬̖̭͜l̎̿ͬͮ͗͑̀̕l.̍̎.̟͎͇͉̪̳ͅ.̲̼̠ͤͫ̑̆̐̈͘ ̪̣͍͙͕͉̔̈̄́ͤͪ͝m̡̗͔̞̟̲̔̿ͩ̌̽ĕ͚̦̩̥̪̍ͅ.̞̩̫͖̗ͫ̓ͨ̌ͩͥ̽.̴̥͓̦̺̌̇ͬ̈́͂̂͒.͔͕̫̼̾͞ “

-”This way Mr Razor, look sharp!” Was that pun intended

Floor 1056. huh.

-That’s a whole goddamn city in there

WHAT THE FUCK

-NOPE

-THAT’S A NOPE FROM ME, A NOPE FROM YOU, A NOPE FROM ALL OF US, I AIN’T RHYMING SHIT WITH YOU!

-(...what.)

-”It will help with the horror to come.” “What horror?” “Mainly the tea.”

BEHIND YOU BILL

-”Drink it while it is very hot. The pain will disguise the taste.”

-me cooking be like

-Wait, if she’s been here for weeks then the Doctor and the rest of them have been up there all this time?!

-So if the ship’s top is ‘fast’ and bottom is ‘slow’ then the ‘top’ must be closer to the event horizon.

-That explains the date number thing up there.

-So Bill was in here for weeks, maybe months, but only a short time passed up top. Okay.

Thanks Doc, I still kinda needed that cleared up

-”If you’re standing in your garden, your head is travelling faster through time than your feet.” WHAT

-Okay, I didn’t know THAT, that’s actually new.

-Although I’m not sure if I should go flaunting this new knowledge willy-nilly, seeing as Doctor Who is generally not considered a credible source of scientific facts.

Awwww;; Ahahahahahaha

-”He’s been raising that eyebrow for a week.” That really puts things into perspective.

-What’s with that woman seriously

-”Don’t change the channel.” “A week, raising his eyebrow... why would I change?”

I find it kind of cute and sad at the same time that Bill has been watching the Doctor in excruciatingly slow motion for months and hasn’t gotten tired of it

-...Why did the window affect the patients?

“How many more years?”

-wait

-YEARS?!?!

-HOLY SHIT

-...Holy shit...

Just think of seeing that guy’s involuntary backflip for weeks on end

“Wait for me.”

There’s people down here?!!

-Are you saying that city was built by the people who came down here to fix the engine and those people’s descendants

-”Soon we will all be upgraded like them.”

-UPGRADED

*TRIGGERED*

dafuq

-Reminds me of the time I pulled a winter cap over my face just because I could.

-And then I put glasses on top.

-It didn’t help. I couldn’t see through the yarn as easily as I’d hoped.

-”That was good.” “Venusian Akido.” “I thought you needed four arms for Venusian?” “I’ve got hidden talents as well as hidden arms.”

Okay, I’m REALLY hungry.

-”When you hug me it hurts my heart.” “Aw, sweet.” “No, your chest unit. It digs right in.”

Just brilliant.

He’s wearinf a fucking mask I can’t;;asdaf

JESUS CHRTISY

WHAT THE TABLEFLIPFLAPPING FUCK

-THE GUY WAS A BACKSTABBER

-YOU BITCH

Oh yeah? If it’s so good then why don’t you go upgrade yourselves alrready?

“This won’t stop you feeling pain, but it will stop you caring about it.”

oh yeah that guy totally doesn’t care about his pain

-In fact he looks dead inside

-That actor might as well have been thinking ‘shit, my eye hole slipped and now I can’t see properly.’

-”It fits over your head.” Yeah I can tell that mister but I don’t want you or that ridiculous pipe thing you got there drilling willy-nilly into my brain

-”But I’m the computer guy, that’s always me.” “Sorry, she’s cleverer.” “She’s more evil.” “Same thing.”

Uh oh

-”Hello, ordinary person. Please maintain a minimum separation of three feet.”

-”I’m really not trying to kill anyone today, but it would be tremendously helpful if your major arteries were out of reach.”

-Annnnnnd now I’m veeeeery suspicious of the scraggly man’s identity as well.

-Like, even more so than before.

same

-“There’s always a scary thing with you isn’t there?” “Are you only getting that now?” *Empty Child flashbacks* *Silence in the Library flashbacks* *fucking BLINK FLASHBACKS* ...yeah I see what you mean.

And here we see another example of BBC’s Photoshop attempts, here used to tamper with stock footage of Earth to create an alien version of it.

-(I know it’s not Photoshop it was a joke)

-Wait.

-IT’S MONDAS ISN’T IT

-Yes I read up on the Doctor Who wiki before and apparently Mondas was a very Earth-like planet, only its people opted to ‘upgrade’ themselves for survival at some point in their history

-Remember kids, if you don’t have time to binge on Classic Who, just read up some long articles in the TARDIS wiki.

WHY IS THAT GUY’S HEAD SO SMALL AND THAT DOOR JUST OPENED BY ITSELF

I have a bad feeling about this

-Oh yes a VERY bad feeling

yep called it (Not really. It was in the trailer.)

-Wow Missy is so salty today

-Not sure if ‘salty’ is the right word... Let’s say ‘verbally homicidal’

-GOD THE SUSPENSE WITH THIS DOUBLE POV’S

-Like, holy fuck, that’s some awesome screenwriting there. Switching between two scenes while maintaining the suspense in both, without making it too fast/all over the place or too long.

-I’m getting chills.

wHAT

-Sheesh, the way his voice changes at the end of that sentence... Jesus.

same

-I’M SCREAMING HOLY FUCK OVER AND OVER AGAIN

-I THOUGHT MISSY WAS GONNA REGENERATE INTO HIM (which is kinda weird) OR MAYBE HE’D BE APPEARING IN A FLASHBACK OR SOMETHING BUT NOOOOO THAT ONE FISHY GUY WAS THE MASTER ALL ALONG

-MOFFAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT

HOLY FUCK

Is it just me or does the Doctor look really scared here

-Maybe he thought he got rid of them for good hundreds of years ago, and now they’ve come back and they took his friend and it’s all just...?

shit

-SHIT

-NO BILL

-NOOOOOOOOOOOOO

-WE’VE LOST OUT GAY DAUGHTER

I CAN’T

-BELIEVE

-THIS

-IS

-HAPPENING

-THE FOUR BEATS!! WTF!!

no.

oh no.

oh shit.

oh hell no.

shit

-THE FOUR DRUM BEATS.

-AFTER ALL THAT TIME, AFTER 8 YEARS, THEY’VE COME BACK TO HAUNT US AGAIN.

-THAT WAS BACK IN THE RTD ERA OH MY GOD

*SCREAMING*

SDHHSJKSHJKASKJERIHIERHIRGHJSDHJGAGSLDJFAH

-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

...

-FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK

HOLY FUCK??

“I did my duty for Queen and country.”

“I waited for you.”

-...

-*cue end credits*

-HOLy sHIT

-THAT DID NOT JUST HAPPEN

-WHAT AN WAY TO END THAT EPISODE

-MOFFAT

-I’M SCREAMING

-I SCREAMED SO LOUD I ALMOST DEAFENED MYSELF

-MOFFAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!!!!!

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Y’ALL NEW JACKET FIC LMAO SURPRISE

so like a million years ago i posted about making a new jacket fic. well. here it is. NOBODY ASKED FOR THIS BUT ENJOY IT NONETHELESS. also please read my authors note because reasons. thanks.

you can also read it here, yay!

Hyacinth, in Blue Perhaps

Three's Company AU where Jack Tripper is a PI in Santa Monica, and Janet Wood tags along at some point to help him out. Romance and mystery and action ensues.

A/N: so. This is a thing! Short, and fairly simple. It would've been a full, fleshed out story, but I loose motivation rather quickly so it's been reverted to just this. Enjoy! Also, characters are out of character! Ooc! Ooc! Ooc! They are hella out of character lmao! ALSO, also! I literally know NOTHING about how 80's detective work went down. I know nothing at all. Pretend everything you are about to read makes sense, yeah? Coolio. He knew he should've shoved the tissue box into his overcoat pocket when he left the apartment this morning, for the vulnerable blonde sobbing in the middle of his claustrophobic office.

His eyes flickered to the photograph in his hands of an adolescent girl, with bright blonde hair in pigtails and big blue innocent eyes. She says the picture is fairly recent; taken by an amateur photographer whom her elementary school hired for picture day only a couple of months ago. It's a perfect picture to keep for reference. It's mostly up to date, lighting is decent. Her face is clearly shown and her features are visible. Numerous other descriptions were even written on the back, courtesy of the mother, whom still sat in a crumpled mess. This photo will do quite nicely. "Miss Snow..." Jack began, slightly unsure of how to comfort this woman. "I know you are experiencing a lot of pain right now, but please, trust me when I say I'm going to find your daughter." The woman ceased her uncontrollable sobs and managed to look into his eyes. She dabbed at the trail of tears that raced down her reddened cheeks and offered a very small and grateful smile. "Thank you," she squeaked. Jack nodded sympathetically and placed the picture on the surface of his desk, atop of all of his files that littered it. The woman eyed the mess and resumed her loud wailing, almost as if accepting the negative fate of her missing daughter. That's never good. Jack's face quickly fell, shooting straight up from his seat and dashing over to kneel next to her. "Miss Snow..." "Chrissy. Please...just call me Chrissy." She muttered, running the sleeve of her arm over her dripping nose. Jack cringed at the action but hastily nodded at the request. "Of course...Chrissy. I'm sorry things had to turn out this way for you and your family. I'm confident I will bring her back safe to you." He patted her knee soothingly. After more crying and awkward displays of comfort, Chrissy stood to part ways with the PI. "I'd appreciate it if you don't let me down, Mr. Tripper." Jack almost smiled but quickly remembered the serious situation at hand, so he settled with a single nod. She cast a final solemn glance at the photo on the desk and disappeared out into the hallway. Blowing out much-needed air, Jack buried his hands into his pant pockets and lulled his head back in efforts of cracking the tense muscles in his neck. Cindy. 8 years old. Daughter of Christmas Snow and Alan Grover. Divorced parents, so naturally Chrissy blames the father. Because of that, Jack must pay a visit to Mr. Grover, despite the state police have already done so, and him being cleared of any suspicion. Going to Jack was Chrissy's last resort. She had previously been involved with the cops in looking for her missing child, but after three weeks, she's given up on them, and even worse, they had too. According to Santa Monica police, Cindy Snow is a part of the cold case and her files are probably buried in someone's desk drawer, awaiting transfer into a box to be shipped off to an over packed filing storage unit. Jack shakes his head at the thought. One of the many reasons he's left the law enforcement ages ago. Jack Tripper is now a lone wolf in the big city of Santa Monica. He managed to attain a license and afford himself an actual office, albeit cramped and hidden in the depths of a multi-purpose establishment. It works for him and that's all that matters. With very few actual authentic PI's in the area and almost all of them being terribly busy with other matters, Chrissy had no choice but to recruit Jack. She had heard some decent comments about the man when she had asked around and felt that she had to at least try. She'd figure she'd give him a week or two. Jack wanted to give himself less time because he felt fairly confident that his strategy will reward him the girl, safe and in her mother's arms. Sitting back down in his large rolling chair, Jack picked up the telephone and quickly dialed a number he knew all too well. Waiting for the dial tone to disappear, he tapped his finger on the photo. A familiar, charming hello sounded from the other end. Jack leaned back in his chair. "Hey, Larry." ... It had been raining for a few days now. Jack hadn't thought much of it until he stepped out of the building with no umbrella in hand. His suit is practically drenched by the time a car pulls up and he slips inside of it. Larry Dallas has been waiting, in reality, for a short while, but in his mind, it's a 'short while' too long, so he will argue that striking up an intriguing conversation with the busty waitress is more than reasonable. That's exactly how Jack finds him, and that's exactly what Larry argues. "Money and girls, Lar, that's all you choose to see in this world, are money and girls," Jack shakes his head amusingly, watching the way Larry's eyes light up in mischief. The boys talk business. Business, in terms of money, girls, and maybe that basketball game they've happened to catch here and there. Eventually, it comes down to actual business. "How old?" "8." "Sheesh, too young to be stirred up in that shit," Larry mutters, he's dark eyes losing a bit of its shine. "I'll find her," "You really think?" "Of course." "Well, then. You'll find her." The conversation seemingly dies there. The two resume their drinking, minds obviously worlds apart. Larry brings them back to the same place. "You looking for any help?" Jack turns to stare at his friend. There's silence between the two for a few moments. "No. Why?" Larry leans back in his chair. "There's a girl. Short, brunette. Feisty. Threatened my leg," Jack snorts at that, "hear she's good at what she does," "And what does she do?" Jack raises an eyebrow, sensing where this may be going. "She's into detective stuff, too." "Oh? And she's here?" "Yeah. Recently moved. She's hiding out as some flower girl, Arcade Flower Shop or something. You should look into her." "I should?" "You should." "Hm." It's silent again. Jack leaves the restaurant with a strange woman's name on a napkin, and no ride home. The rain has stopped, so he walks. ... Several days later, and Chrissy Snow is in worse shape than before. She had somehow managed to obtain Jack's address and proceeded to visit him there---without any warning. She left just as suddenly and unexpectedly as she arrived, wailing all the way to her car. Jack tried following after her, worried about her condition and emotional state. She shouldn't be driving like this. Many visions of accidents and car wreck scenarios swam through Jack's head, unsettling him further. "What is all of this commotion! Oh, Jack," a grumpy, irritated voice spoke, startling the young PI. He sees Chrissy tearfully getting into her car and speeding off, a knowing grin growing on his face. "Oh, I see, another girl bites the dust, eh? Had to let her down gently?" Jack sighs before turning to his older landlord, Stanley Roper. Somehow, the elder man has gotten into his head that Jack is gay, and no amount of real explanations can convince him otherwise, so Jack begrudgingly plays along. It's easier that way. "Something like that, Mr. Roper," Jack shakes his head and begins to head back up to his apartment. "Wait a minute, Jack," Mr. Roper disappears back into his home and returns a few moments later with a card in hand. "I need a favor. Mrs. Roper is out for the day, and I'm expecting a package. Do you mind stopping by this shop today and picking me up flowers? It's very important." Jack takes the card and inspects it, immediately recognizing the name of the shop. "Uh, sure. What's the occasion?" "A ticked off wife," Mr. Roper grumbled. He dug into his pocket in search of some loose bills. He hands it to Jack and thanks him before entering his apartment, a string of muttered curses following behind. The detective sighs and begins his long trek to the Arcade Flower Shop. ... It's empty when he enters the shop. There's no one in sight, so Jack rings the bell that was thoughtfully placed on the counter; among it are flowers and flowers and more flowers. "Just a moment!" A silvery voice calls from the back. Jack waits patiently, picking at the scattered flower petals. He steals a few glances toward the archway of what he assumes is the back room where more flowers must reside. It's another few moments, and then finally a figure emerges. The woman is short. Not devastatingly so, but short nonetheless. Her hair is dark and cropped, reaching just below the nape of her neck. Jack thinks it compliments the slight tan of her skin and the rich, earthy brown of her eyes. She's wearing a red buttoned blouse, tucked into a navy tight pencil skirt. If the man had to guess, since he can't see over the counter enough to get a look at her choice of foot ware, he would guess nude colored heels. Maybe black. Either way, this woman could probably both defend him and prosecute him in a court of law. The thought leaves a ghost of a smirk on his lips. "Hello, there," the silvery voice hits him again, "Welcome to Arcade, how can I assist you today, sir?" Her smile is as bright as a neon sign, he'll give her that. However, the dark circles give her seemingly flawless features away. Jack digs into the inside pocket of his jacket and feels around for the card that Roper bestowed him. He finds it and flips to the back where a word is scrawled out with a pen. A name of a flower, maybe? "Uh, a friend of mind wanted me to pick up some flowers. He handed this to me. Think you can read it?" The woman leans a little closer, allowing Jack the pleasure to get a whiff of her floral perfume. The smell penetrates his senses for a moment, enough to get a high and curl his toes. She squints adorably and scans the word several times. Jack stares for a while. He's slightly startled when she suddenly speaks. "Hyacinth. We have a variation of colors; any specific preference?" "It's for his wife. A ticked off wife." "Ah. Purple, then. He needs purple." She turns and leaves the safety of behind-the-counter to search. "What's the meaning?" Jack inquires, following her move. "'Sorrow. Please Forgive Me, I'm So Sorry'," she fingers a couple of flower stems and manages to acquire a handful of, what he guesses is purple Hyacinth. The flowers are beautiful. Mrs. Roper will love them. "These flowers are beautiful. His wife will surely love them, that is if she generally loves flowers." Jack's eyes shoot back to the woman, taking in every facial feature and every word. "You're Janet Wood, yes?" There's a glint that flashes over her dark eyes. They stare each other down, and eventually, she nods. "Are you...a friend of Larry's?" Jack lets out a breathy chuckle. "I apologize on his behalf for anything he has done or said to you." Janet purses her lips and nods again. They talk for a while and Jack leaves the shop as empty as when he came in, a brunette florist following closely behind. ... "I hate when young children are involved," Jack turns to look at Janet, her grip tight on the steering wheel and her brows furrowed. He sighs and glances back to the photo in his hand. "Where did you say you worked out of? What office?" "Building on Ocean Vista," "Okay, I know where that is." They drive to Jack's office. Entering said office, the duo makes haste of the case. With more detail, Jack catches her up to speed and relays what he has done so far up until that point. "Are there any more family members to question?" Janet asks, searching eyes too busy scanning documents in hand. "Uh, yeah. A lot. Most live out here in California. Some are scattered throughout the country. Some out of the country. All of them cleared." Janet clicks her tongue. "Sheesh, not off to an easy start." "No kidding. I'm currently looking into non-family members. Strangers off the street, see if it's some random kiddie abduction." Janet's face contorts into a crinkly frown, desperately wishing that the child is not suffering harshly from this kidnapping. A young girl so precious, so curious, so worthy of life, doesn't deserve a kind of world where monsters and dangers can arise for tiny tots like her. It settles uneasily in the short brunette's stomach, forcing a heavy breath of exhale. Jack notices the uneasiness from his new partner and suddenly regrets taking her on. Cases like this tend to weigh drastically on a person's mind, no matter who. Even Jack himself is slightly more perturbed than usual. He decides to reach out a tentative hand to cover Janet's own soft one. He easily engulfs it, and it puts the man a little at ease. "I'm sorry for asking for your help," he says soothingly, "it's a lot to think about. Especially since we're going against time." Janet manages a slight tug upwards on the corner of her lips, looking eternally grateful for the caressing words of a man she's met a few hours prior. "I've handled worse. It's just never easier." The words live on forever in the depths of Jack Tripper, and when this is all over, he thinks, he wants to stay by her side. ... There's a sister-in-law they've never checked out before. Chrissy mentions her offhandedly during one of her tearful visits, and the duo decides to pay her a visit right after Chrissy detangles herself from a bone-crushing hug to Janet's smaller frame. Alan's sister-in-law, more specifically. Well. Ex, really. The good news is that she resides right there in Santa Monica. They jump into Janet's red car and speed off. It takes a total of 14 knocks for there to be an answer at the door. The answerer is someone they wouldn't expect. A man shorter than Jack, and still taller than Janet, albeit only slightly. He sports a goofy surprised expression, and kindly declines their offer of being let inside. While Janet attempts to talk their way in, Jack steps back a bit and cranes his neck to peek inside the large home. All he can scope out are expensive looking furniture and an ugly carpet. There's a dragon vase on top of a mantle over the fireplace that catches his attention for a nanosecond, before he decides he doesn't like it and continues to glance around. A small, framed photograph on the wall half obstructed by the door snags his attention too, but before he can stare at it a little longer, the door is being softly shut and Janet exhales a tired breath. She turns to face Jack and notices his wide look. He beckons her to silently follow him back to her car. "We need a way in," He says as soon as they slide in beside each other. "Yeah? We just tried the polite way. What's the probable cause?" "There's no search warrant yet. I saw a picture hanging up on the wall," "And?" "Of this." Jack holds up the school photograph of Cindy Snow. The very same one given to him by Chrissy Snow over a week prior. Janet nods and drives away. ... "Motive?" "We know she's babysat more than a few times years ago, we know she's become estranged after supposedly divorcing Alan's brother, we know the man who answered the door is Alan's brother, we know the home belongs to the sister-in-law, and we know she's had a past filled with petty theft and bribery, not to mention many threats directed at her co-workers. They sure loved throwing her under the bus when we questioned them." "And," Janet continues for him. "And?" "She can't have children. Biologically." Jack smiles at her, and he stills for a moment as he watches Janet Wood solve the world. ... They go back to the large house. It's dark now, and this time they're knocking a lot longer than when they did the day before. The lights are off, and they don't sense any form of movement from inside. Jack doesn't like the looks of it. At all. He tells Janet to wait on the porch while he jumps over the side railing and continues on to the back of the house. His hand inches closer to his holster strapped to his belt and rests it on his gun. He circles the house and finds nothing. Janet waits for him to meet her where he left her and sees the detest in his eyes. She offers a weak smile with furrowed brows as if to say that they have done way more than they should've, so they should at the very least not blame themselves for the outcome. It's simple to register that they've gotten away. Obviously, they packed up what they can and ran. A tiny 8-year-old in tow. Jack doesn't care anymore and kicks down the door. Janet is only slightly startled but follows him in like a shadow. She looks around on the first floor while Jack jogs up the stairs. There's plenty of evidence to see that there lived a young girl here. Scattered crayon drawings lay around, dozens of pink hair clips and purple headbands, a rainbow child sized rain jacket and a pair of small pink sparkly jelly shoes. The brunette stares at the shoes solemnly. The sound of someone running down the stairs catches her attention. "Do we know where Phillip lives?" "Even if we find out, they wouldn't have run off there." Jack's shoulder slumps defeatedly because of course, they wouldn't run off there, Jack. "But maybe there is someplace we can check out..." Jack follows Janet's stare and finds himself facing a large portrait of two people. Vicky Bradford and an older man. They can both guess whom that might be. ... James Bradford lives outside of Santa Monica. Way, way outside. They drive for what seems like hours, and finally, make it to his enormous estate. Someone answers after the first ring of the doorbell. "May I help you?" She's a plump, young woman, with beautiful curly hair tied in a ponytail. She's also wearing a rather plain housekeeping uniform. "Yes, hello," Janet speaks for them, "I'm Janet Wood and this is Jack Tripper," "Hello," Jack waves politely. The housekeeper nods. "And we're here to visit Mr. James Bradford. Is he available?" "Just a moment," the housekeeper turns and disappears back into the house. She comes back after a few seconds. "Please, come in. You can wait in the study." The two follow after her, giving their thanks when she leaves to find the man of the house. They wait for a total of seven minutes. Jack kept count. "I'm James Bradford," The duo immediately perks and stand up from their seats once they hear him introduce himself. "Who are you and why are you here?" Jack swallows almost audibly and casts a look to Janet. Her mouth forms into a line, holding out her hand for the older gentleman to shake. "I'm Janet. This is Jack. We're here to discuss a few important things regarding your daughter, Vicky," A flash of knowing ghosts over James's face, his eyes twitching slightly. Jack notes this and lets Janet continue their introductions. "We went to see her earlier, but she wasn't home. Do you mind telling us about her? If you might've seen her lately? Where she might be?" James stares at her as if she grew another head or two. It makes Jack a little uncomfortable and wants to punch the look off of the guy. Instead of answering straight away, the man moves to make himself a drink from the bottle of brandy that was sat out for anyone to take. Jack and Janet watch him intensely, silently beckoning him to say something on the matter. Silently, for the time being. "Well," he starts, after taking a long, hard sip, "Vicky. You see, I haven't seen or spoken to my daughter in months. I honestly have no idea where she might be if she isn't home. Out shopping, perhaps?" In his mind, Jack knows that he's lying. He decides to take the initiative to press further. "No. Not out shopping, is she? We asked around. We talked to her neighbors, her coworkers, we gathered a general draw up of her day to day schedule, and no. She's not out shopping." The intense stare that was shared between the two could melt mountains. Whatever that means. Janet decided this was a little too forward, so she easily stepped between the two who seemed as if they were going to throw down at any moment. "Mr. Bradford, we all know Vicky is not out...shopping. We need you to cooperate with us, please," she said, on the verge of pleading but not willing to at the moment. "A young girl is involved. Think if this was your daughter, if this was Vicky. 8 years old and away from her parents." The idea of a missing 8-year-old Vicky seemed to do some kind of trick. His tense shoulders sagged, elating a sense of hope within the duo detectives. He allowed his eyes to roam around the room, avoiding any gazes with these two strangers. It irritated the older man; how much they could look into this, respectively. A sigh escapes him. "I would like to help you, I really do. My daughter...is an emotional person. I don't ever wish harm upon her. I love her," Jack and Janet anticipate a reveal to help further their investigation. James finally looks to the two of them. "I don't know where she currently is. I want to help you, but I can't. I apologize. I am of no use." Jack clenches his jaw at the remark, silently willing himself to walk away before he explodes at the older man. Janet doesn't succeed in that, however. "No. You are not useless," she whispers and her gaze is set on the floor, "you are completely useful. You are completely useful to us because you know exactly where your daughter is. You know, and you've known this whole time," her tone is venomous, it almost makes Jack's skin crawl. He looks to James and smirks at his uneasiness at the moment. "I-I really can't help--" "Mr. Bradford. If we find your daughter--excuse me, when we find your daughter, you all will be in a lot more trouble than if you just told us where she is. You can help us. You can help her." He falls silent. Janet is losing her patience rather quickly. Jack stares at James with a stern gaze and a frown. Janet clears her throat. "Well? We can stand here all day." "South of here. We own a summer cabin. Spacious, livable. I can jot down the address for you. I honestly don't know if she's there or not, but if she isn't at her home, and she isn't here, then she may very well be there." The relief that washes over the two is astounding, to say the least. Janet doesn't thank him when he hands her the slip of paper with the address, and just tugs on Jack's sleeve to lead him back to the car. James calls out and wishes them luck. They ignore him and drive off. ... The cabin is pretty much secluded. There's a trail that leads up to it, but many hikers would split off from the path in favor of not stumbling upon a private abode. Janet parks her car at the start of the trail and the two begin the fair trek. Just before leaving, however, they call in for backup on Jack's radio, just in case things turn awry. The sun is already setting by the time they reach it. "You stay here, behind this tree, and I'll take a walk around the cabin," "Hold on a second, Jack!" Janet said, pulling on his arm. "Why do I have to hide behind a tree? I'll knock on the door while you go around back, that way they'll have nowhere to run." She suggested instead. Honestly, that idea didn't sit too well with him. Jack didn't want Janet in the middle of the action in case one of them had any weapons. He didn't want her to get hurt. He never wanted her to get hurt. The fire and pleading in Janet's eyes were unfortunate enough to not to want to let her down, so he reluctantly nodded his approval of her plan. "Jack, she's got to be in there. We'll return her back to Chrissy." The smile she formed shined brighter than the stars that began appearing above. Jack stared after her as she made her way to the stairs of the cabin. Shaking his head, he himself made way for the back of it. Janet knocked on the door without hesitation. Waiting patiently, she strained to hear any movement coming from inside. So far, no dice. Knocking again, she put her ear up to the door. She decided to say something. "Hello? Is anyone in there?" As soon as she said that, she heard a loud crash coming from inside and shuffling. Janet tried for the doorknob, but it was locked. She started pounding on the door and calling out to whoever was making the noise. She can finally make out a door being slammed open and Jack shouting. She darted from the front of the cabin and hurriedly dashed toward the back, where she can see Jack pointing his gun. He saw her running up from the corner of his eyes. "Stop right there, Janet," he said. "Jack..." "Don't move! Anyone!" Janet whipped her head and found two adults standing with a child. Cindy. She was being held protectively by whom they assumed was Vicky. The man they met at Vicky's home stood in front of them with his own gun aiming at Jack. Phillip. "Phillip," Janet started, "please. Put that down," she stepped a bit closer, her hands raised. "Don't fucking move!" "Janet, please, stay where you are!" Everything was unfolding too fast and too intensely. Neither party was enjoying this. "Make the guns go away!" Cindy shouted. She hid her face into Vicky's side. "We will, sweetie," Janet said in reply to Cindy, she looked back at Phillip. "Put that down! You're putting Cindy in danger!" "Shut up! I will never hurt my daughter!" "Phillip, she is not your daughter. She is your brothers and we need to return her back home where she belongs," "She belongs to us! Don't you dare touch her!" This time it was Vicky yelling, her face red. Janet shook her head. "No, Vicky, no. You couldn't have children. We know how much you wanted them, but this is not the way. This is hurting Cindy, this is hurting Chrissy and Alan and her friends," Janet steadily made her way closer and closer to Vicky and Cindy as she continued talking to them. "Chrissy misses her so much. Cindy, your mother wants to see you again. She wants to hold you in her arms, and braid your hair like you would every night before bed. She wants to sing you songs and teach you how to care for animals. She wants you back." Cindy eventually looked away from the safety of Vicky's side and shyly glanced at Janet as she crept closer. All the while, Jack had his eyes trained on Janet and on Phillip, his heart thumping heavily and his head swirling with worry and ache. The palms of his hands are beyond wet with sweat, and he just wants all of this to be over. For the first time in a lengthy while, Jack is genuinely terrified. "I want my mommy, too..." Cindy whimpered, looking at Janet. The brunette nodded her head and chanced a look at Vicky. Her eyes were wide with anger and her nostrils flared. Her grip on Cindy tightened uncomfortably for the young girl, making her squirm. "Vicky, please..." It was a whisper, and it was all it took to shove Cindy aside and charge after Janet. Everything happened at once. While Vicky knocked Janet to the ground and rolled on top of her, Jack automatically ran to Janet's aid. Phillip took the opportunity to grab Cindy and whisked her away. Jack was thankfully able to tackle Vicky off of Janet, which gave her the chance to spot Phillip running off with Cindy sobbing and dangling over his shoulders. She pushed herself off of the ground and sped off after them. With Vicky clawing at him, Jack felt helpless as he watched the three of them disappear into the woods. ... Her heart is pounding. Luckily, she hasn't lost sight of them yet. She yells, and he ignores her. He almost drops Cindy when the girl wriggles violently in his grasp. Janet urges Cindy to wriggle some more but keeps her mouth shut when she fears that the girl will get hurt. It's all about keeping that girl safe. Phillip doesn't look like he'll be stopping anytime soon. ... Jack manages to restrain Vicky. Being stronger and a lot taller can go a long way in this business. Unwilling to wait any longer for that backup, he leaves her handcuffed to the railing of the cabin in favor of going after Janet and Phillip. He prays things haven't escalated quite yet. ... Janet corners (not quite) him near a river. She can see that Phillip is out of breath and Cindy remains to be a hassle in his arms. Janet resists a smirk at the way Phillip's eyes blow up in anxiousness and fear. "Phillip," she says, cautious as ever. "There's nowhere to go...put her down." "I just...I just wanted a family," his voice wavers, and tears begin to build up, but don't fall. "Sure you do, Phillip. Wanting a family isn't the problem here. It's that you hurt an innocent child," "We never hurt her!" "She's right now sobbing and is probably uncomfortable by the way you're holding her and running off!" "Shut up! You don't know anything! Just leave us the fuck alone!" He shifts Cindy onto one of his arms and pulls out his gun with the other. He points it right at Janet. "Turn around, keep running and I won't shoot." "Stop this, please. Shooting me won't solve anything or make things better for you or Cindy." Phillip hesitates. Cindy sniffles. Janet holds her breath. ... Jack is running. With his gun pulled out and ready, he's running. Jack is severely unsure of where he's going, but he continues to go. He sees bodies way up ahead, and a stream of water. He also sees a familiar gun and a familiar brunette. Jack stops running. ... Cindy finally speaks. Softly, but speaks nonetheless. "Please...I want to go home and see my real mommy." Janet can see the way his heart breaks at that statement. No ounce of sympathy is given, however. "Do you not love us anymore, Princess?" "I want to go home." Phillip's jaw clenches and his hold on the girl tightens to the point where Cindy winces in pain. She lets out a whimper, and Janet wants nothing more than to pounce on this man and punch him in the groin or something. "You'll go home, honey. I'll let you go home." He suddenly drops the girl onto the ground roughly, and she scrambles to get up and run towards Janet. The gun is still pointed at her. Janet reaches for the girl and pulls her behind her, away from the wrong end of the gun. Her heart has not stopped pounding. She realizes her grip on Cindy is tight, so she loosens it. Hastily swallowing and licking her lips, Janet has lost all adrenaline and is now in a state of pure panic. Phillip has not dropped the gun. Someone can still very well end up hurt. Possibly worse. "Put it down," she whispers pleadingly. She'd drop to her knees and beg him if she has too. The tears spring to life and trickle out of the corners of her eyes. This whole situation is stressful as hell, and if she makes it out of this, she's gonna put all of her energy into taking a thorough nap. After making sure Cindy is reunited with Chrissy, of course. "That man," Phillip says, "Alan. He's not my brother." "We know he's your half brother, Phillip. That's still family. He is still your family, and you are hurting your family." "No! He's never been, nor will he ever be my family!" The statement clings heavily to the air, spoken too harshly and intensely for it to be considered a bluff. Janet can recognize the hatred and passion in his voice. She doesn't doubt his exclamation in the slightest. She wonders about the history between the two men, but she quickly remembers their current situation, and any sort of curiousness is dissolved. She has to put a stop to this; it has gone on for far too long. "Okay. He's not your family. But, does that mean you get to have the right to hurt him like this? To hurt Chrissy and Cindy?" "No...this has nothing to do with Chrissy or, or, Alan, even. I hate the guy, but what this is has nothing to do with him." "Phillip...you stole their daughter. This has everything to do with that." "We just wanted a family," Phillip is beginning to sob. "Vicky...she deserves a daughter. I wanted to give her a daughter. We tried so, so hard, but it just couldn't happen. We went to all of the best doctors. We went to foster homes. We even tried just getting a fucking cat or dog. But she didn't want that. She wanted her own little angel, someone she can hold and love, and protect and teach, and, and---" he chokes up a bit. Janet waits. "And...she couldn't have that with me. She wanted her own child." His tone shifted. He lowered the gun considerably. "Every time Cindy would come over, Vicky's eyes would light up in a way I wouldn't see if it were any other time. She laughs more, her smile doesn't seem...farce. She touches me a lot more. And those times, those times make me the happiest. I just want to be my happiest with her always. And when Cindy had to leave, leave back to her mother and father, Vicky isn't the same. I couldn't keep living with that. I told her one night that I was growing tired. She started crying, and told me over and over again that she'd change. That all she needs is this extra warmth in her life, and we'd go back to how things used to be. The happier times. It didn't take a lot of convincing on her part, so I agreed to help her in any way I can. I knew this was wrong. I knew this was harmful. That's why I tried to be as careful with Cindy as I could be. I never tried to hurt her, or do anything dangerous, but Vicky...once we had her, she didn't want to let go. She was desperate." Janet glanced at the gun. "That's her gun, isn't?" Phillip nodded. "I really did try to talk her out of this, but...Vicky had her heart set on it. Cindy was the one. Cindy was her daughter. Everything else be damned." Phillip said as if quoting Vicky herself. So. The truth has finally been brought to light. Janet had a lot to swallow but was more than capable of doing so. She still had a protective grip on Cindy, who stayed hiding behind her and sniffling every so often. Now that the confession was out of the way, Janet had to bring this situation to a complete close. This would...probably be the most challenging part. No ideas have been formulating, so Janet's gonna have to wing this. It unsettles her to no end, and she's gonna wanna word with her mind later about this... "This can end, Phillip. We can end this whole thing right now. Put down the gun." A flash of movement from slightly afar catches Phillip's attention. He peers over the shoulder of Janet, while she continues to watch him. The sight of Phillip not glaring at her, but at something behind her, starts to make her sweat and tremble a little more. This delicate moment is going to start crumbling in the most undesirable way in any second, she can feel it. She truly wishes for the ability to stop time, or teleport, or see into the future, or something. No such powers surface and Janet is stuck to rely on her normal self. Or, whoever may be lurking behind them. She prays for Jack. It's a prayer that adds to her pros and cons list of the existence of God because here he is. And there Phillip is in all of his panic. It all happens so rapidly, that all Janet can register is the high shrill scream of Cindy and the vigorous force of being shoved to the ground. A thundering shot echoes throughout the forest. A thick layer of silence envelops the surrounding area; only the distinct sound of the stream of water serves as background noise. That, and the sound of Jack cursing. "Shit," Janet hears this and immediately sits up to survey the current situation. Cindy is thankfully tucked into her side, her face buried near Janet's chest. A sigh of relief escapes her, her eyes softening as she quickly inspects the young girl, only to find that she is physically okay. Then, she looks up from the girl. Her breath hitches at the sight before her. It becomes a little---or a lot---more difficult to just breathe properly and things are getting a tad fuzzy and words are really failing her at the moment. "Shit, shit, shit." Jack is trying to put a lot of pressure on the wound, but blood just keeps pouring out. If he could, he would shrug at it, but he's hit in the shoulder and it would hurt too much. Well, a better term would be grazed. It hurts like a bitch, nonetheless. Jack curses again, and when he does, he notices the rest of the world. He sees many figures running past him, and people shouting, and people asking if he's okay. He realizes that it's the backup they called a while ago, which leads him to question where's the second part of they, which further leads him to finally find Janet and Cindy, on the ground, not that far away from him, staring as if he were a ghost. Jack entertains the thought for a moment, but the look of utter desperateness on Janet's face is too much and Jack wants nothing more than to assure her over and over again that everything is going to be alright. He's fine. She's fine. Cindy's fine. Jack, at that revelation of a conclusion, offers her his signature goofy grin. His goofiest grin yet. It's more than safe to say that he is relieved to see Janet beam right back at him. ... Jack forgets how much he hates hospitals. It seems as though Janet loves them, however, because she hasn't left his side in hours, despite telling her multiple times that he is really okay and that the shot wasn't as fatal as it could've been. Janet doesn't listen. A blonde nurse walks into the hospital room and he watches as Janet squeals like a schoolgirl and gets up to hug the taller blonde. It's fascinating to see, and it allows Jack time to recompose himself as Janet turns to him to introduce her friend, Terri the nurse. "The best nurse in Santa Monica," Janet asserts confidently. Terri laughs at the statement, and Jack doesn't try to argue. He's delighted to find Terri just as friendly and skillful as Janet, and he's told that he's well on his way to a full recovery. He notices the way Janet breathes a sigh of relief but doesn't say anything about it. Terri manages to convince Janet to have a snack with her in the cafeteria, and Janet leaves Jack for the first time in a while, promising to bring him back something to eat. "So," Terri starts, when they're out of the room--and out of earshot of Jack. "So?" Janet has a strong feeling she knows where this may be going. "That's Jack, huh? He's cute." Terri waists absolutely no time and Janet is rather amused by it. But she's not gonna give Terri the smug pleasure of teasing just yet. "You think he's cute? Terri, you think everybody's cute. You called Larry cute." "Well, I can't help it if everyone I meet happens to be cute! And that's not the point here, Jan." The brunette rolls her dark eyes sharply and the two stop just in front of the vending machine in the cafeteria. "What's the point, Ter?" Now Terri's rolling her lighter eyes because Janet's really going to make her say it. "Janet Wood, I can't believe you. Every day for a week all you could talk about on the phone with me is 'Jack this' and 'Jack that', and now that I see you two together in the same room, it's clear as day." "Please indulge me! What is clear as day?" "As our dear friends, the Brits say: he fancies you! And you fancy him!" If anybody ever asked Terri, she would without a doubt, straight up say that when it comes to the absolute obvious, Janet is shit at acting. The woman spends a total of ten seconds just scoffing and rolling her eyes as if merely doing so would distract the blonde long enough so that she could change the subject and hope for it to be never brought up again. Terri is a brilliant cookie, though, so Janet is severely out of luck. "Janet. You're gonna give yourself a headache. Relax, honey. If anything at all, I approve. He's sweet and charming," Terri begins to walk ahead of Janet, only stopping once to make another comment over her shoulder, "and cute." The short brunette watches her walk away. Standing there alone, it gives her the opportunity to truly process this whole mess of feelings and emotions she's got going on. Cute, huh? Janet, thankfully, has enough sense to not try to act innocent to herself. Terri returns to Jack's room to find Dr. Tom Miller and a shorter older male laughing with Jack. Dr. Miller is the first to notice Terri standing in the doorway. "Terri! We were just talking to your patient, here." "Hello, Dr. Miller. What are you doing down here? Shouldn't you be in the mental ward?" "I came down here for a chance to be with him for a few moments. Don't you worry, Terri, the patients aren't going anywhere," the Doctor says with a wide, toothy grin. He turns to his companion and scrambles to offer introductions. "Oh, this is Ralph Furley!" The older man smiles at the nurse and gives a big show of waving. "How goes it? It's good to see that my buddy Jack is in great hands!" Jack laughs. "Hey, Terri, he's a handyman that works in my apartment complex." Just then, Janet makes an appearance from behind Terri. She is slightly startled to see new faces in the room. One of them being a doctor. "Is everything alright?" "Yes, Jan. This is Dr. Miller, and his partner Ralph Furley," Terri gestures to the two men, while they both bow their heads rather gentlemanly. "Dr. Miller works upstairs. I guess he's here making friends with Jack." "Oh, I heard about the accident and I rushed over to see if Jack was okay. And here he is! As good as new! No need to worry about all of those men now thinking you're dead!" Mr. Furley lightly jabs at Jack's good shoulder, earning a nervous chuckle from the detective. Janet covers her mouth in an attempt to smother her own giggle, as she's heard of the wacky tale of Jack's sexuality being mistaken by his landlord and their building repair man. Terri stands just a lot more confused and will need an explanation at a later time, but for now, at such a late hour, Terri has to shuffle everyone out so Jack can properly have his rest. Janet is, of course, the hardest one to kick out, but is kicked out regardless. With many, many promises of being back the following morning. Jack doesn't doubt that for a nanosecond. ... Jack gets many visitors in the three days that he had to remain in that hospital room. Including the visit of two lovely blondes. Chrissy and Cindy came bearing gifts. Gifts, and lots and lots of kisses and hugs. Janet feels a flood of warmth at the scene before her, and she would very much enjoy a camera right now so she can capture the moment forever. Memories will do just as well. Jack's landlords even stop by for a bit, and it takes a few moments to realize that Jack wasn't kidding when he said that Mr. Roper will not listen to him when he tries to correct the older man of his true sexuality. He brushes it off for another day, anyway. Jack is checked out, and Janet offers to drive him home. "Actually, I'd rather go to my office. Some things I have to do." Janet doesn't ask him about the things and happily drives him there instead. She does ask if he needs any help, or a ride home later, and it gives Jack the perfect excuse to have Janet stay with him. If only for a bit longer, because the case is solved, and all. Janet really doesn't have any more business to be with him anymore. The thought sits heavy and uncomfortably in his head. The feeling sits the same way in his chest. This will be a horribly dragged out goodbye, it seems. Jack spends a good ten minutes mentally cursing. And then he sees her smile. A tired smile, granted, but a smile nonetheless. The smile allows him to reevaluate it all. They did it. They found Cindy. They brought her back to her real parents. Safe. That, truly, is enough to contrast the negative emotions in Jack and gives him the strength to smile too. With that strength, there is more. "How do you feel about...being partners?" Janet knows--she knows, dammit--he means that in a detective way. Business partners, law partners, PI partners. It doesn't stop her from pretending he meant that any other way. "Partners. That'll feel good." Janet's life is never the same again. Jack knew he should've shoved the tissue box into his overcoat pocket when he left the apartment that morning two weeks ago, for he can definitely use a tissue right now. ... Y'ALL WTF DID I JUST WRITE. Fun fact: this took me all year to write this. It's because somewhere in the middle, I lost interest. But, baby. I'm back. THAT WAS LAME BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS WEIRD AU. Also. Since I love hurting everyone, I left this kinda ambiguous, but you know DAMN WELL they hook up not that much longer after this and they marry and have a hundred kids and retire together. They also solve a million more cases along the way! Go JackET!

#three's company #JackET #otp #fanfic #Jack Tripper #janet wood #tc stuff #tc #lol it really took me so long to finish this #y'all can probably tell the rushness of the story BUT WHATEVER #this was a good idea to me at the time and now im questioning everything #idk i just love the idea of jack and janet solving crimes together okkaaayyyy #let me live #writing action sequences is hard as fuck for me as you can probably tell aswell #hahahah but i love this dumb story anyways #ALSO I DONT FEEL LIKE SEPERATING THE PARAGRAPHS SO HAVE FUN READING THIS AWFUL LAYOUT

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