#i think he’s awkward but fine and jordan has to lead

[starlahuskyz]

Chances - Chapter 14

Summary: Jordan and Marko clean up the mess in her home and talk about themselves. Then they head to the boardwalk and Jordan has a strange experience she can't understand

I'm so sorry for taking a long hiatus from continuing this fic, I swear I'll try to be more consistent from now on.

Chapter 13 <<< >>> Chapter 15

TW// Minor blood and corpses, Stalking ment.

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The whole table watched silently as Jordan and Marko got all lovey with each other, then they heard an audible sniffle coming from Paul who was tearing up at the sight of his best friend finally roping in Jordan. Jane notices and asks “Is everything alright dear?” Paul stood up

“I’ve never felt better! My brother has finally found love! I’m so proud of you!” He bounds over to Marko’s side and snags him away from Jordan just to give a big hug and noogies on his head much to his dismay. While Marko struggles to get away from Paul’s grasp, Harold speaks.

“Well ain’t that sweet, I’m glad you’re happy Jordan…but don’t think that I completely trust him or his posse.” The boys all perk up at his statement and Marko speaks “Oh okay so fuck the fact I saved your daughter’s life, I’m still a bad guy apparently.” He gets defensive and Harold retorts.

“You saved my daughter once and think you are entitled to have her? That ain’t happening sport, not while I’m here to say so. I don’t need another problem boy coming in, if I recall he was a lot like you! A little less blunt however…” 

Marko was offended until David got curious. “There seems to be an ex in this picture, did he look like Marko or something?” He looked to Jordan for answers but her mother intervened. 

“No, he looked like…um…if you two had a child.” Jane pointed at Dwayne and Paul and they both looked at each other. “Dwayne, how many kids do you have that you never told me about? We’re supposed to be raising Laddie together yet here you are making more babies?” He feigns a look of hurt on his face while Dwayne rolls his eyes. “You’re an idiot.” 

“Guys please, can we not talk about this right now. Mom, Dad, I’ll tell them eventually. Just not right now.” Jordan places her hands on the table firmly and he drops the subject.

“If you insist…” Jane drops it. The whole table goes silent for a few awkward moments before David gets up from his chair.

“Well I think we’ve discussed enough for tonight, the night is young and we need to spread our wings and go.” He smiles at Jordan’s parents before making his way towards the door.

Paul then gets up and stretches his arms out groaning obnoxiously. “Yeah, I’m ready to go have some fun.” He follows in David’s direction, then Dwayne gets up and approaches Jordan.

“Could you remove these bandages off of me, my arm is fine now.” He gestures to his bandaged up arm and Jordan gets up heading for her room.

“Of course, the first aid kit should have scissors for cutting the…” She reaches the bottom of the stairs leading into her room and remembers the mess the boys and her had left. Blood was on the floor and on her stuff, not to mention the corpses sitting in the middle of the room. “I thought you guys removed the bodies after I finished?”

“Nope. I’m sure Marko will be glad to help you though.” Dwayne pats her shoulder while he fetches the scissors, leaving her standing like an idiot not knowing what to do next. Marko comes down and sees her eyeing the mess they left and he walks up to her side.

“So…where do we start?” He bites his thumb and Jordan gives him a look.

“Get rid of those guys and I’ll start cleaning.”

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After an hour or so they finish with cleaning the best they can. While they are alone, Marko watches from her bed as she scrubs at the carpet trying to clean up the blood to the best of her ability. Bixby jumps onto the bed and sits beside him. Marko tries petting him but Bixby just growls at him, in turn Marko growls back at him.

“You boys need to get along if you want this to work.” Jordan calls from the floor.

“Then tell him that he needs to piss off and that I ain’t scared of him.” Marko retorts as Bixby makes himself comfortable on the bed. “Is he a hellcat or something?” 

“I don’t know, maybe. Are hellcats even a thing?” She sits up from her spot getting invested in the convo.

“Why wouldn’t they be? How did you even find him?” He looked at her questionably.

Jordan stood up and explained “Well when we moved here, he just sorta showed up. I think my grandparents may have been feeding him, at first he hated me. My parents told me not to bring him in or get too attached but, what do they know?” She walked over to the bed and kneeled down to pet Bixby while he purred happily.

“I see. This was your grandparents' house?” He looked around the basement while he asked.

“Yeah, they both died and they said not to sell it. So we sold our own place and moved here, it’s a nice place honestly.” She sat on the bed next to Marko.

“What did you think of Santa Carla when you first got here?” Jordan thought for a minute, and Marko thought he wouldn’t get an answer. But he did.

“It was…awesome. I mean back where I’m from, I was bullied a lot for being different and so I was a loner. But here, no one judges you. I met people who were a lot like me and liked me for who I was. I’d say there’s nothing better than that. I mean, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone who dresses the way you do anywhere outside of Santa Carla.” She looked at his outfit and traced her hand over his sleeve to make her point.

Marko chuckled a bit. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. Would you say I’m your type?” He leaned into her, smirking at her.

“Well, I never imagined myself dating a greasy haired guy wearing leather chaps. What’s with the chaps anyways? Were you a cowboy or something?” She pulled at his chaps and he went quiet trying to remember his past life. “Wait, how old are you?”

“Well uh…let’s just say I became a vamp in 1906.” She looked at him flabbergasted.

“Shut Up. No way.” 

“Yes way. Me and my brothers were in San Francisco before we came here. Although I ran away from my home in New York.” 

“Wow…I gotta say you might’ve been a vampire for almost a century now but you don’t look a day over twenty.”

“You’re technically right cuz I was nineteen when I turned. Speaking of age…how old are you?”

“I was 20 when I turned…I technically should be turning 21 this year in October.” She looked forlornly at the ground thinking about her stolen humanity.

“So you’ll be of legal drinking age soon huh?” Marko attempted to throw in some humor with the question.

“Bold of you to assume I’d wanna drink, the thought alone makes me wanna vomit.” Jordan keeps her gaze at the floor but speaks with a hint of venom in her voice. Marko raises an eyebrow, he’s piecing things together.

“Say, does that bottle Paul brought out have anything to do with your past?” He leans towards her, propping his elbows onto his knee trying to look at her face to face.

“We should go with your brothers now, I’m not talking about this tonight.” Jordan stands up and walks upstairs leaving Marko alone. Marko exhales through his nose and thinks “She can’t hide this forever…”. He hears a growl from beside him and sees Bixby giving him a look of anger. “Piss off…whether you like it or not, we are sharing her.” He gets up and goes upstairs with a huff.

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Marko and Jordan head to the boardwalk to catch up with the boys and find them watching a concert on the beach. They both pull up on their own bikes, and upon getting off the bike, Marko goes over to David to talk to him while Jordan moves over to where Paul was standing. Of course, he strikes up a conversation.

“Sup Jordan, so how’d things go with Marko in the bedroom? Did he satisfy you?” He wiggles his eyebrows and in return he’s flicked on the nose.

“If you meant how well he cleaned up after your mess then I’d say he did a pretty good job.” Jordan leaned on the railing and Paul lit a cigarette. He held the box in her direction, in which she took one.

“So, did anything else happen?” Paul asked. Jordan shook her head, and Paul dropped it opting to watch the performance in front of them. Paul had a sneaking suspicion that Marko might’ve pressed a button or two so he opened up the pack bond to ask. “Marko, what’s up with Jordan?”

“She’s not one for sharing details on her past, that’s all.”

“Then we should take her mind off of it, she’s kinda killing the mood.” 

“Okay then, what do we do?” Marko looks over at Paul and they both seemingly get the same idea. Paul slips an arm around Jordan and guides her to Marko.

“Jordan, I think it’s about time you come see where we live, and since we made a mess at your place you have my permission to take one thing you like and keep it.” He stomps out his cigarette and leaves her with Marko. 

“I’m assuming that you guys must have some cool stuff if you’re offering for me to take something I like.” Marko just shrugs before David intervenes.

“Well, let’s go eat before we do any of that. I think I spotted someone of interest. Can one of you go find Dwayne and let him know we’re leaving?” He points at Jordan and nods in a certain direction.

Assuming he wanted her to go look, she left. She walked through the boardwalk scanning through the crowds looking for the two, while she walked she felt a tap on her shoulder. “Sam?” Jordan looked at him surprised to see him trying to talk to her considering what happened.

“Look, Jordan I wanted to just say that I’m sorry about what happened. I really don’t wanna start anything.” While Jordan didn’t want to believe him, there was something about his demeanor that made her feel bad for him. So she turned to give him her full attention. “I was just scared of the fact that you were a vampire this whole time, but I don’t want to hurt you. Considering you’ve apparently been a vamp this whole time, you could’ve hurt me. But you didn’t, so I’m not gonna hurt ya.” He put his hands up as a sign of a truce.

Jordan thought for a minute, before coming to a conclusion “You’re alright, Sam. I’ll be sure to let the boys know.” She turned and walked off leaving Sam in the crowd alone. She had to continue her search for Dwayne and Laddie, but they seemingly found her before she could as she felt a tiny weight attach itself onto Jordan’s leg.

“Hi, Jordan!” Laddie looks up at her with a happy smile.

“Hey bud, is Dwayne with you? We gotta get going now.” He pointed to the dark haired man approaching them.

“Hey, Jordan. Laddie, I told you not to run off without me.” He pried him off of Jordan’s leg and threw him over his shoulder making him squeal in surprise. “So I’m assuming David sent you?” Jordan nodded, leaving Dwayne to comply and make his way back while Laddie tried wiggling out of Dwayne's grasp to no avail. 

Before Jordan could make her way to follow, she felt a presence in the air that made her stop dead in her tracks. She wasn’t sure what it was, but the hair on the back of her neck stood up and she looked around only to see…nothing. Even though nothing was there, she kept looking at a particularly shady area where she could swear someone was there. Tuning all the other people and music out of her mind she started walking towards the area, looking for any shred of life potentially watching her. But before she could properly check, she was pulled from her trance by Marko. “You okay Jordan?” He looked at the area she was headed towards and saw nothing. Putting a protective arm around her, he started guiding her back while looking behind his shoulder every few seconds. “Hey, I asked if you were alright?” He once again asked.

“I’m fine, I just could’ve swore someone was watching me.” She tried taking her mind off of what happened, but she just kept wondering what would’ve happened if she hadn’t been stopped.

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Here's the start of a small therapy session between Braise and Mute in front of the amused Doc.

In the medical building, there was multiple rooms filled with wounded and patients. Some in worse condition than others, always assisted by members of the medical team.

Doc spent most of his off days here, trying to help as much as he could. He was always like this. Trying to do good even when he could get a break. Everybody knew it.

That is why Thermite and Thatcher had asked him to organize a session with their protege to try and understand what was the problem between the two of them.

Gustave was smart, he hadn’t warned Mute not Braise that they would do a therapy session together. Otherwise, they would’ve both refused to present themselves, inventing absurd excuses.

Braise wondered why she had been summoned. She had no records of psychological problems, so why would Jordan even think about consulting Kateb. Something was definitely going on.

At 9 in the morning, when she finally steps foot into the medical center, her face drops when she sees Mute at the counter. What was he doing here? Wasn’t it enough she had to endure him during their training sessions?

Without a word, her gaze wanders off around the reception, trying to find the doctor.

Like he heard her come in, Doc pushes the double swinging doors with a slight smile. Seeing both of the operators, he opens his arms, welcoming them.

“Mark, Luna, I’m glad you two came.” He declares, exchanging looks with both of them.

Mute, that still didn’t heard Braise enter behind him, turns around at the sound of her name, shocked. “What-”

Disgusted, they both look at each other, knowing this meeting had been set up.

Luna shakes her head in disbelief, but before she has time to complain, Kateb pushes the door again, leading to a long hallway. “Come on, type for our session.”

The girl follows him without asking herself more questions, hoping that maybe it was just a session between the two of them, without Mute.

“You too, Mark.” Orders the doctor with insisting eyes.

Mute crosses his arms and turns his head to the side. “That’s okay, I’ll be out here with-”

Gustave cuts him off before he has time to finish babbling his excuse “That wasn’t a request.”

The man sighs, looking at Braise slowly making her way to the doors. He follows her.

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The three of them are in a small room, with dimmed lights. There is one door, and one small window besides it.

Braise and Mute are sitting on one side of a small metallic table, at least one meters between their chairs, whereas Doc is on the other side.

Delicately placing his forearms in front of him, Gustave opens a small notebook.

There is, once again, this awkward silence, and the doctor definitely enjoys it. He has a smile on his lips when he takes his time to look at the two operators. “So, you must know why Baker and Trace asked me to have a session with both of you.”

No answers. Mark and Luna are completely silent, refusing to look at one another. They stare down the doctor, hoping this would be over soon. Noticing none of them would make the first move, Gustave answered his own question.

“So that you work on your differences and learn to work as a team.”

Braise nods, slowly giving in. The least she could do was to respect Kateb for sacrificing his time off to have a session with them.

“So… ” Doc puts his pencil in front of him, sliding his arms on his legs, before he continued talking. “Who would like to start?”

Immediately, his gaze turns to Mute who had enough of this. “Alright, doc, I get it, why you want me to talk to this guy over here.” The man says, subtly pointing his thumb towards the girl besides her. “But I’m 100% fine.”

Braise’s eyes weren’t present. She was inspecting the table, tilting her head forward.

“It is my job to make sure that you’re okay.” Gustave begins to say. “So yeah, it might be slightly unprofessional, but it’s the only way I can see if you’re getting over whatever’s eating at you.”

Mute slightly shakes his head, rolling his eyes. “This is ridiculous.”

“Yeah. I agree.” Luna softly responds, lifting her head up to meet Doc’s eyes.

Kateb slightly smiles. “See? We’re making progress already.”

After looking at both of them, Doc asks the same question again. “So, who wants to go first?”

The room becomes silent again. Mute and Braise are staring at the doctor without opening their mouths. The only thing that moves is Mark’s arms, crossing each other, showing clearly that he wasn’t open for any conversation.

“No volunteers? How surprising.” Having just a little bit of hope, Gustave looks at them. Maybe their need of ending this session was strong enough so that eventually one of them would start the conversation. Nothing changes.

“Okay. We’re going to do an exercise.”

Mute sighs and Braise frowns, uncertain of what’s coming.

“It’s something I use with couples when they are trying to figure out what kind of life they want to build together. Are you familiar with the miracle question?”

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[moviewarfare]

A Review of “Creed III (2023)”

I love the Rocky franchise. It has its lows and its over-the-top entries but for the most part, this series has been mostly hits than misses. Creed was a spinoff and I never expected to enjoy it so immensely. I loved Creed 1 and Creed 2 which is why I was hoping for a hat trick with Creed 3. There was some worry as this is the first entry without Rocky. it was also Michael B. Jordan's directorial debut with him starring as Creed and directing. So does it succeed or is this a miss?

Firstly, Michael did a great job in his directorial debut. He pushes the Creed movies out of Rocky's shadow and gives it more grit. The fights feel more visceral and flashy with some clear anime-inspired influence. He uses a lot of slow-mo which leads to some nice-looking shots. I also think the boxing intro and montage were also really well shot as well. He also does something interesting in the final fight that involves silence which gave it a new feel. The soundtrack was awesome and the cinematography is great. He also gives darker qualities to the story with the backstory and personal connection with the antagonist Damian (Jonathan Majors).

On that note, Jonathan Majors is terrific as the antagonist. I love his performance, with the subtle awkwardness and slightly pained expression in the first half. Then in the second half, we get to see Jonathan give an arrogant, menacing performance when he goes full bad guy. I also enjoyed how sympathetic he is as a character as well. You understand why Adonis would help him. Additionally, Michael continues to give a great performance as Adonis Creed with the amount of emotional moments in this film. There is great chemistry between Michael and Jonathan which made the friendship between their characters feel believable. Tessa returns as Bianca and she is good in her small role in this film as well.

However, I do have some issues with this film. The first half focuses on building up the characters and eventual conflict which is fine. The second half is incredibly rushed though with clearly many cuts made towards it. We don't get a great sense of how much time passed so it is baffling to suddenly see Damian successful so quickly. It would've helped to have seen Damian in more fights. We could have seen him growing more and more successful while also seeing how much of a threat he is. Unfortunately, this movie doesn't have a lot of boxing fights and enough build-up in the second half. It is also weird how quickly Damian's personality changes. Another issue is the lack of inner conflict for Adonis. We see him feeling guilty about what happened to Damian but that's mostly it. For example, we don't see his doubt about retiring or concern about his daughter and wife. On that note, there is a daughter subplot introduced in this film that went nowhere. Felt very pointless.

Overall, Creed III is another good entry in this franchise. It's an impressive directorial debut from Michael and I look forward to future work from him, Creed or otherwise. Even without Rocky, this franchise seems to be doing well standing on its own feet. I'm not sure what direction Creed 4 can go in but if it is of a similar quality to previous entries, then I will 100% be there to watch!

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[popentertainment-moviereviews]

YOU PEOPLE (2023)

Starring Jonah Hill, Lauren London, Eddie Murphy, Julia Louis-Dreyfus, David Duchovny, Nia Long, Molly Gordon, Sam Jay, Travis Bennett, Mike Epps, Deon Cole, Rhea Perlman, Andrew Schulz, Andrea Savage, La La Anthony, Jordan Firstman, Bryan Greenberg, Matt Walsh, Minnie Holtzman, Elliott Gould, Richard Benjamin, Hal Linden and Anthony Anderson.

Screenplay by  Jonah Hill & Kenya Barris.

Directed by Kenya Barris.

Distributed by Netflix. 118 minutes. Rated R.

There is something oddly old-fashioned about You People, even though it probably was meant to seem rather edgy. In 2023 it is not that unusual for people to fall in love with someone of a vastly different background, race and religion. Nor is it really all that necessary in the new millennium for a couple’s parents to be on board in order for a couple to consider marriage. Guys don’t need to ask the dad for permission to propose in the modern world.

This old-fashioned vibe in itself is not necessarily a bad thing – this is at heart a rom-com and doesn’t need to push the envelope completely to tell its story.

The diverse couple are Ezra, a thirty-ish Jewish guy who co-hosts a podcast taking a light-hearted and slightly edgy look at modern life and race, and Amira (Lauren London), an African American designer. The two meet exceedingly cute – he mistakes her for his Uber driver, and she thinks he’s a crazy carjacker – but somehow find a connection. Both have been disappointed by love and fall easily and naturally into a rhythm and then fall in love.

All good, right?  

The complications start when the families enter the picture. Amira’s father Akbar (Eddie Murphy) is a devout Muslim and totally refuses to engage with Ezra, and mother Fatima (Nia Long) is only slightly more welcoming. On the other hand, Ezra’s mother Shelley (Julia Louis-Dreyfus) is smothering in her openness to welcome Amira to the fold and prove her liberal bona fides, and Ezra’s dad Arnold (David Duchovny) comes clean about his obsession with Xzibit and Pimp My Ride.

And do you know what? In the first half of the film, You People actually has some of the bite it was seeking to portray, particularly in a hilariously awkward scene where the parents first meet and there is consternation about Minister Farrakhan and whether slavery and the Holocaust were equally horrific. Some of the conversations between Ezra and his best friend/podcast cohost Mo (Sam Jay) also have similar bite.

Then about a half-hour to 45 minutes in, the film downshifts and becomes as safe as milk. This section has little more to say about race relations than the 1967 granddaddy of the form, Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner?

Which is a shame because there is some fine humor and terrific acting on display. In the first half, Murphy does some of his finest work in years because he was willing to rein things in and play the straight man. (The second half of the film, his performance loses some of its tightness, but is still mostly worthy.) And Louis-Dreyfus is a treasure in just about anything, and her mocking of clueless liberal overreach is both smart and funny.

There is a clash of comic styles as well as cultures, which leads You People to feel a bit disjointed, but that’s probably the point. Co-written by star Jonah Hill and Blackish creator Kenya Barris, the film has some interesting twists and looks at many points of view. Plus, it brings together such great old pros as Elliott Gould, Mike Epps, Richard Benjamin, Deon Cole, Rhea Perlman, Kym Whitley and Hal Linden, which is always a plus, although honestly of that group only Epps really gets anything worthwhile to do onscreen.

But in the second half it all just evaporates. Everything just slams into cliched rom-com mode, and honestly, I didn’t buy the late romantic complication for a second, nor the eventual epiphany.

So, maybe You People is the perfect fare for Netflix. You can check out the first half and decide at your convenience when or if you want to finish it off.

Jay S. Jacobs

Copyright ©2023 PopEntertainment.com. All rights reserved. Posted: January 27, 2023.

[nitewrighter]

Headcanons for Robin/Nightwing and Starfire’s future in the animated series?

>If we're assuming they got together after "Trouble In Tokyo" I imagine they'd be together for about... two to three years. During this time Robin finally has the confidence to put on the mantle of Nightwing and move away from being Robin, but also something's still off.

>Like the thing about 03 Robin/Nightwing, at least in my interpretation, is that he's going to continue to be a hot-headed over-competitive asshole consumed by their hero work until Starfire's like, "Okay but do you actually see yourself having a life outside of this. Do you see yourself as a whole person outside of this." And Robin doesn't actually have an answer for that. So... she dumps him. She loves him, and she knows he loves her, but like... she also knows that the Dick she knows now will just keep throwing himself at a wall until he falls apart if it means getting the mission done, and she knows that's not healthy for either of them. She knows she's not helping him get past that.

>So Starfire goes into space for a time to get some perspective--and it hurts, but like... also Earth is a planet she got really attached to because she essentially crashed onto it after a series of really traumatic events, so she kind of needs to see how big the universe is because she let her world get so small so fast. She loves her friends, but she also needs to see what's out there, you know? So she goes among the stars, nearly gets recruited into the Star Sapphire corps, helps Razer find Aya (because goddammit I need closure there), has long philosophical sessions with The Android, hangs out with the Wonder Twins, kicks some Apokolips butt, hooks up with a Thanagarian hottie, gets fuckin' blasted with Lobo, gets in a bar fight with Lobo, has a long weird bonding session with Lobo, and drunkenly cries to Space Cabbie about how much she misses the Titans (and Dick) while Lobo's like, "You don't NEED them, you are a strong, beautiful, independent Tamaranean!" Helps Lobo patch things up with his own daughter, does her best to patch things up with Blackfire (Things are still really awkward between them but there are fewer coups involved, at least.) Does a whole bunch of humanitarian (tamaranean-tarian?) work on Tamaran, and honestly just kind of gets a great sense of like, "Okay, you know... I actually feel like a whole person now." Like she's seen enough of the universe that like... she doesn't feel like a fish out of water back on earth. But ultimately... she misses earth, and she misses her friends, and that's her home, so she returns. It's been like... 3 years, but she finally feels comfortable saying that's her home.

>Now in that three years, Dick's been going through it, too, but this is not a "Getting Your Groove Back In Space" situation. He's doing a lot of work in Blüdhaven. He has a kind of intense relationship with Barbara Gordon. Like the whole thing there was that Babs was hardcore a childhood crush for him, so it's like, "Yeah! This is what I've actually wanted the whole time! Guess I just have a thing for redheads!" But... nah. It's... not quite like that. Like Babs thinks he's cute but it's also like Dick represents her trying to get emotional fulfillment out of the whole cape life and everything's all tangled up in them trying to prove themselves to Bruce and why the fuck are they still trying to prove themselves to Bruce?! It's that situation where you think it's what you want and you convinced yourself its what you want for so long that you don't want to admit how hollow it feels when you finally have it... Dick's still willing to try for it, but Babs was always the brains between them and she breaks it off.... then she gets paralyzed and that fucks both of them up and Dick is like, "Hey let me be here for you" but she pushes him away. She's done. (Don't worry give her like a year and a half and she'll be kicking ass as Oracle--it'll all work out.)

>So Dick is like, "Fine. I can give up the cape life too. All it's ever done is fuck me up anyway." So he does. But it's not like he can sit around and do nothing. And that's where all of the fucking "Spyral" shit starts. Spyral sucks. He feels like a goddamn idiot with Spyral. But then everything starts funneling back toward Gotham again and uh oh it turns out Gotham has gone to shit--like way more to shit than usual. And that's when Damian pops up in Dick's life like "Bruce disappeared. You have to be Batman now. Also you suck and you'll never be Batman. Now put on the cowl. Fuck you." And Dick is like, "Wow. I cannot stress how much this is the last thing I want." And just to rub his nose in it further Tim Drake is just absolutely vibing as Red Robin so it's like, "Huh I guess all your Robin hangups were a you problem." But... somehow chasing Damian's freaky little sword-wielding-ass around and getting the shit kicked out of him by Jason and then kicking the shit out of Jason helps him work through a bunch of stuff? Like it's ugly. It's an ugly situation from all angles. But it's also Dick confronting literally everything that fucked him up about being Robin, while also trying to steer Damian to a healthier mindset as the new Robin.

>Eventually Bruce returns from the Phantom Zone or whatever, takes up the mantle of Batman again like, "Oh god I'm so sorry I never meant to put that on you and I realize I put a lot of shit on you" and Dick comes out of it finally being able to say, "I'm never going to be Batman. But if I'm going to be a symbol, and I know I want to be a symbol, I'm Nightwing." And Bruce is like, "Hey, that's great. So like... this is totally optional... but the league is putting together a kind of junior team. It's gonna be run a lot more cleanly that the first iteration of the Titans, but we can't be babysitting them the whole time... what do you say." And honestly being a mentor has like... really grown on Dick, so he's like, "yeah totally." And Hal fucking Jordan cuts in like, "Great! You'll be co-leading with Kory!" and Dick's like "What."

>Oh my god working as co-leaders is so fucking awkward. Like basically each sees the other like, "Oh fuck. They've gotten so much hotter and they seem so much more mature and together and I've just been a hot mess for the past three years." But then they start catching up more and more, and they start talking about their adventures, and god, they are such good co-mentors to the new Titans. They become really good friends and that whole guardedness about not wanting to hurt each other actually lets them develop a really deep and respectful non-romantic relationship. But also there's still that "Oh no they're hot" tension going on.

>To their credit it takes about like... a year and a half for them to finally hook up again, and then shit gets gross. They're just making out all the time, having cutesy little inside jokes during briefings, walking around the tower with shit-eating grins, it's unbearable. But also good for them. They are absolutely the team Mom and Dad and their shit is together.

>Eventually they get married and have Mar'i and they keep showing goddamn baby pictures to the league and the Titans when no one asked. The End. :)

[sirius]

Chaos Theory Ch. 17

Pairing: Cedric Diggory x Reader, Harry Potter x Reader, Draco Malfoy x Reader, George Weasley x Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: ......bruh. you guys are so patient :') thank you so much for sticking with me even though its taken me AGES to update. Thank you for sending me beautiful messages and commenting and pretty much helping me through my writers block :'( I don't deserve it tbh.

Summary: Harry has just admitted his feelings for you, Snape is teaching you Legilimency, Cedric invited you to spend Easter at his place w his parents!

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The days that follow an argument are always painfully awkward, to say the least.

You feel like you’re dancing around the mouth of a gaping chasm, watching Harry from the other side. It’s like the summer holidays all over again; the furtive glances, the awkward, mumbled excuses, the sinking feeling that you were being talked about in secret. It’s worse now, though, because you can’t backtrack. You can’t ignore Harry’s feelings and you can’t forget about what he had confessed, what he had practically screamed from the top of the Owlery.

“IM IN LOVE WITH YOU!”

How would you recover from this?

The morning before you leave for the Easter Holidays, you get yourself ready for the day and trudge down to stairs to the Gryffindor common room. Fortunately, Harry isn’t there, but Ron and Hermione are and they look up at you with sad smiles as you draw closer.

“Morning guys,” you mumble, fidgeting with the hem of your skirt.

Ron and Hermione echo you before Hermione asks how you’re feeling.

“Horrible,” you admit, dropping into the seat beside Ron, “I feel so guilty and really really stupid. It was obvious Harry liked me but I just ignored it...I ran away from it...and Harry had been through so much and I was such a horrible friend and a horrible person!“

“(Y/N)!” Ron cuts off your spiraling thoughts by patting the top of your head. You sigh, burying your face in your hands as Ron continues, “Look, you’re not a horrible person. Sure this whole thing could have been handled better but that doesn’t make you a bad person, Just conflict averse.”

“You’re not making it any better, Ron,” Hermione chides, waspishly.

“I’m not, am I?”

“Look, (Y/N)—“

But before Hermione can continue, Harry approaches and you jump up from your seat.

“Harry!” You Yelp and then swallow, calming your pacing heart, “How-um-how did you sleep?”

Harry shrugs, “Ok.”

“Good!”

Silence pulses between the four of you, no one daring to speak. The only noise comes from other Gryffindors standing in groups, scattered through the common room. You fingers dig nervously into the skin of your wrist.

“Hey guys,” Neville greets cheerily, waving happily, “Want to come down to breakfast with me?”

“Sure!” You spurt without thinking and rush to his side. Your enthusiasm makes Neville blush and stammer out a timid ‘cool’ before you lead him out toward of the common room.

You keep yourself preoccupied with Neville the whole time you and your friends make the short trip to the Great Hall. Though you don’t actually participate in the conversation, you fill it with enough ‘okay’ and ‘oh’s and ‘right’ to trick Neville into thinking you’re listening. It’s hard to keep track of the conversation when it’s entirely one sided, but you can’t help your drifting thoughts.

Was it always going to be like this between you and Harry? Had you just sacrificed your friendship with him because of your tendency to flee from your problems? Ron had called it ‘conflict aversion’ and he was right; by ignoring all the signs, you were avoiding Harry’s feelings and distancing yourself from your friends. This whole time, you thought they were the ones drifting away when really it was you.

And now, you were going to do it again.

Instead of sitting with your friends, you elected to sit with Fred, George and Lee Jordan, doing your best to distract yourself from your feelings. After breakfast, you walked to Potions with Dean and Seamus and didn’t stop when Ron tried to get your attention.

“Hey Pavarti,” you tack on a fake smile and she smiles back at you, “Can I sit with you and Lavender today?”

Pavarti pulls out the stool next to her and Lavender leans across Pavarti, arching an eyebrow curiously.

“Not sitting with Ron, Hermione or Harry?”

“The last time I sat with them I got put next to Malfoy.”

The girls cringe in unison. You hide your smirk as you take your seat, dropping your book bag beside you. Lavender has always been nosy but you’ve learned how to deal with her.

“Get your textbooks out,” Snape snaps as he storms into the dungeons, “You’ll be taking notes today.”

“Great, two hours of writing down words I don’t understand,” Pavarti grumbles. Snape narrows his eyes on her and Pavarti drops her gaze.

“Do you have a problem, Miss Patil?”

“No, Professor.”

Snape huffs and whirls around, taking his seat at his desk. His dark, beady eyes meet yours and you look away, unable to take the intensity of his steely gaze. The last time you had seen him, you had accidentally pried into a corner of his mind that he had wanted to keep hidden.

Sighing, you pull out your text book, parchment and quill and get to work. It’s not exactly riveting, but you welcome the distraction, taking detailed notes and forcing yourself to memorise the importance of different potions.

You don’t know how long you’ve been writing for before Pavarti suddenly nudges you, hissing your name.

“Here,” she says, handing you a folded piece of parchment, “From Hermione.”

Curious, you thank Pavarti and take the parchment, unfolding the small, torn piece. The scribble, however, is bigger than Hermione’s tiny writing and a little neater than Ron’s chicken scratch which means...

It’s from Harry.

We should talk.

You glance at Snape. He hasn’t noticed you yet. You glance at the note again.

We should talk.

You know he’s right...and you do want to talk. You want to apologise for the way you treated him, of course you do, but you’re not going to apologise for loving Cedric. Besides, you can’t write down everything you want say in a tiny note, especially when Snape is a few metres away.

Tearing off a tiny piece of your parchment, you hastily write your reply.

Not like this. Let’s talk at lunch.

Dragging your hand under the table, you nudge Pavarti and hand her the note. You feel her shift beside you as she dutifully delivers it to Hermione. Twisting around slightly in your seat, you watch Hermione stealthy hand the note to Harry who scrambles to unfold it. He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose and reads.

Not wanting to stare for too long, you turn around and face your book, pretending to read. Your peripherals pick up a familiar, blond-haired shape and you glance at Draco who is - much to your chagrin - staring at you. Again.

What is his problem?

Before you can mouth a curse word at him, Pavarti hands you Harry’s response. You tear your eyes away from Malfoy and read Harry’s note.

You’re right. Let’s talk tonight.

You bite your bottom lip. You’ve got a secret Legilimency lesson with Snape after dinner and then a Howler meeting after that. You scribble this onto the parchment, suggesting to talk at lunch instead, and send it through the human chain to Harry.

Harry’s response is quicker than you anticipated, and you find out why after you unfold his note.

Can’t. Got to meet with Bagman. What about tomorrow?

You swallow, tapping your quill against the note, sending tiny flecks of ink spraying across the parchment. Tomorrow, you leave for the Diggorys and you have a feeling that telling Harry that will make it worse. But you can’t lie to him either, what would be the point of that?

You tell him your plan for the Easter holidays, admitting to staying with the Diggorys, before handing the note to Pavarti.

“I should get paid for this,” Pavarti quips, her smile playful. You smile back apologetically.

“Sorry.”

“No, it’s fun. Funner than doing Potions work anyway.”

You wait anxiously for Harry’s reply. Was telling Harry about your trip to the Diggorys place a good idea? Would that make things more awkward? You glance over your shoulder, sneaking a peak at Harry. His face is inscrutable as he stares at your note. How did he get so good at hiding his feelings?

He was always good. You just knew him better back then.

Pavarti whispers your name and you blink, returning to yourself. She drops Harry’s response into your lap and you pick it up, carefully unfolding it. Before you can read it, though, thin fingers swoop in and collect it.

“Passing notes are we, Arden?”

Oh shit.

“Um...”

“It was me.”

Harry’s voice is loud and clear from over your shoulder and you hear the scrape of wooden legs against the concrete floor as he stands. Snape glares at him, upper lip curled into a horrible, twisted sneer.

“Of course it was you, Potter,” he spits, venomously, “It’s always you. Ten points from Gryffindor, and you’ll both get one weeks detention after the holidays.”

Detention?! For passing notes?

Malfoy and the Slytherins snicker gleefully

as Snape throws Harry’s note into the bin.

“What?!” Harry snaps, “That’s ridiculous!”

You whip around, shooting Harry a panicked look. Harry ignores you, glaring fiercely at Snape.

“Be grateful it’s not during the holidays,” Snape snarls, “And another five points from Gryffindor.”

Hermione grips Harry’s arm and ushers him back into his seat. You watch as Harry seethes, his eyes murderous, the energy surrounding him practically bursting with rage. Why is Harry so upset about getting detention? Really, it would be more of a surprise if Snape went an hour without dishing out detentions.

After class, you race to catch up to Harry, meeting him outside the dungeons.

“Sorry for getting you in trouble,” he mutters bitterly.

That’s why.

“No it’s fine Harry, seriously,” you smile, hoping that it makes Harry feel a little more better. It works. Harry’s shoulders relax and the corner of his mouth ticks a little.

“So...Um...” he scratches the back of his neck, “We do need to talk.”

“How about after my Howler meeting?” You ask hopefully.

Harry nods, “Okay. When do you finish?”

“Around ten.”

“Alright, I’ll wait in the common room for you.”

You smile again, “Sounds like a plan.”

****

“You’ve been practicing.”

You’re not sure whether Snape is impressed or if he’s making a simple statement, but it’s the longest sentence he’s said since your lesson started almost an hour ago.

And he’s right. You have been practicing on random students, dipping into their mind briefly and making sure not to dive too deep. You’re so brief that their thoughts project back as just random jumbles, nothing you can string together, but it’s enough for you to gain an understanding of Legilimency and how powerful of a tool it can be.

“Um...yes.”

Snape steps toward you, “Practicing on fellow students without their consent is against the school policy.”

You nod, “I know but I’ve been careful. I try not to stay inside their minds enough to understand their thoughts or see their memories.”

Snape cocks an eyebrow as he stares at you for a moment. It’s as though he can’t decide whether to scold you or praise you.

“I won’t punish you this time,” he finally says in his low, menacing snarl, “But if you continue to practice on students there will be consequences.”

You frown, “So how am I supposed to practice?”

“With me,” he snips, “Or with your friends. Surely you would have told them by now.”

You haven’t told Ron or Harry...but Hermione knows. You nod and mumble an okay.

“You’re dismissed,” he says, flicking his wrist toward the door.

“Yes Professor.”

“And (Y/N)?” You stop and turn to Snape who stares at you with glinting dark eyes, “Don’t let me catch you passing notes in my class again.”

You nod again, wordlessly, before making your way out of Professor Snape’s office and toward the Howler newsroom.

It’s a short trek, and you don’t pass anyone aside from Peeves, who tries to startle you by bursting out of the wall and launching a ping-pong ball at your head. You manage to dodge just in time, rolling your eyes at his antics as his cackle rings through the hallway.

“Asshole,” you mutter.

Finally, you arrive at the Newsroom and Juniper Bishop greets you with a radiant smile.

“Hey (Y/N)!” She says, cheerily, “Long time no see, right?”

She squeezes you into a bone crushing hug and you nearly get a mouthful of her raspberry-scented hair.

“Yeah actually,” you smile politely at her when she finally releases you, “Have you been well?”

Juniper winces, “Sort of…I guess you heard about me and Rachel…”

“I did,” you say, injecting as much warmth and compassion into your voice as you can, “Are you okay?”

Juniper shrugs, “It was a mutual thing, though it’s kind of awkward now.”

You’re about to comment when Harper Shacklebolt strides to the front of the room, sticks her fingers in her mouth, and issues an ear-shattering, hair-raising, demon-summoning whistle.

Your hands fly to your ears as the high-pitched screech explodes across the room, forcing everyone else to scamper to their seats.

You find a spot beside Troy, who gives you a sunshine-warm smile and pats your back.

“Alright, shut up,” she shouts, and the last whispers of gossip stop abruptly, “We are now two months away from the third and final task. I want the Howler to reflect the anticipation that everyone will most likely be feeling as we draw closer and closer to June 24th. Which is why I want an exclusive interview with our four Triwizard champions! Start drafting and planning because our first issue will be released next Thursday.”

With a flick of her wand, a large curtain falls away from the chalkboard, revealing four photos of the champions.

Padma giggles and points at Cedric, “Did Harper find that photo in your diary, (Y/N)?”

Harper folds her arms across her chest and pierces Padma with a glare that could wither roses.

“Padma, If you spent half as much time actually working as you do gossiping about (Y/N), you might actually write something that isn’t utter garbage.”

Padmas face falls and she shrinks in her chair. You reach across and squeeze her hand under the table as Harper continues.

“This week, we’ll be focusing on Viktor Krum. Everyone needs to be on board with this - I need this to be the best series the Howler has published since its debut back in 74.”

With that, Harper turns her back and everyone gets to work.

Immediately, you lean across your desk and catch Padma’s gaze. Tears pool at the corner of her eyes and a pang of sympathy throbs in your chest.

“Don’t worry about what Harper says, Padma,” you coo, patting her hand gently, “At the end of the day, it’s just a school newsletter.”

Troy slides onto your desk and rests a hand on her shoulder, “Beaides, Harpers first article was about Filch! Not to mention she misspelled his name through the entire thing so everyone started calling him ‘Thilch’ for the rest of the school year.”

A smile slowly blooms on Padma’s lips, dimpling her rosy cheeks. She gazes at Troy with twinkling, obsidian eyes.

“Thanks guys,” Padma mumbles bashfully, “Though we should probably get started on this article before Harper snaps at me again.”

Padma reaches into her book bag to fish out her parchment and quills, glancing away from Troy shyly. Troy playfully bumps his shoulder against yours, shooting you a winning grin.

“Heard you were going to Diggory’s tomorrow...” he mutters with a wink, “Meeting the parents already?”

You roll your eyes, “I’ve already met his dad.”

“Yes but it’s the mum you want to impress,” Troy says, “You may not know this but Cedric is a huge mummy’s boy.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah, Big time. And she goes full Mama bear mode, too. She’s scary as fuck. Used to be a psychiatrist at Azkaban if you can believe it.”

You shudder at the thought. It had been terrible enough when Demontors plagued the school last year, hovering over everyone’s shoulder like a curse. You couldn’t imagine what it’d be like to work with them for longer than a year.

“Yikes. That’s...wow.”

“Yeah,” Troy crosses his arms, “She’s pretty gutsy and she’s the type of person you don’t want to cross.”

“Well that’s not nerve wracking or anything. Thanks dickhead.”

Before Troy can respond, Harper spears you with her infamous death glare. You exchange a look with Troy, who laughs, unfazed, before you both decide to get on with your work.

Grabbing your quill and parchment, you head toward Harpers desk where she scribbles frantically against the chalkboard. She hardly spares you a glance and you have to clear your throat to lure her attention away from her work.

“I suppose you want me to interview Krum, then?” You ask. Harper simply nods, continuing to ignore you. You roll your eyes at her and plant your hands on your hips, “What you said to Padma was uncalled for.”

Finally, Harper gives some indication that she can hear you, grunting dismissively.

“It was true.”

“No it wasn’t,” you argue, “Padma is a really good writer.”

Harper sighs and picks up a finger of chalk, scrawling a note in barely-legible chicken scratch, “You should know by now that I don’t settle for ‘really good.’ I settle for excellent.”

“Congratulations, you sound exactly like my father.”

Harper pauses, finally turning to stare at you, “Your father is a literary genius. To be included in the same sentence as him is the best compliment I’ve ever received.”

“Oh boy, you must not get many compliments.”

Harper flashes a smirk, but her eyes betray her amusement.

“I don’t have time for people who are too sensitive to receive criticism,” Harper shrugs, turning back to the chalkboard, “Besides, I was right. If she didn’t gossip so much and focused on her articles, they wouldn’t be so shoddy.”

You frown at the back of her head. Just as you’re about to snap at her, Colin Creevey darts in front of you, beaming up at you with rosy cheeks and a shy smile. Daisy ambles behind him, a scowl souring her face.

“Hey (Y/N),” Colin says, cheerily, “Daisy and I were wondering if you’d seen Noah anywhere.”

“The little creep has missed two meetings already,” Daisy grumbles, rolling her eyes, “And there’s no way I’m doing this assignment alone with crack kid here.”

Your brows furrow in thought as you try to think back to when you last saw Noah, “Now that you mention it, I haven’t seen him for a while...”

Daisy sighs and drops her camera on Harper’s desk, “The Creevey kid’s on his own. Harper can yell at me all she wants; I’m not a babysitter.”

With that, she turns on the thick heel of her combat boots and storms off, completely ignoring Colin as he races after her.

The meeting drags on for another hour, in which you and Padma draft up some questions and submit them to Harper for her approval. She manages not to scrunch up the paper and hurl it at you - which is usually a good sign - but you can tell Padma is still on edge and Harper is still stubbornly unapologetic.

Eventually, you manage to peel yourself away from the newsroom and amble back toward the common room with Dean, laughing and joking on your way back.

“I swear one day Padma is going to punch Harper in the mouth,” Dean smirks, shaking his head, “And I don’t want to be there when it happens.”

“Knowing Harper, she’d probably punch Padma back,” you muse and Dean snorts in agreement.

“Who do you think would win?” He asks, “You know, if they got in a fight?”

“Definitely Harper.”

“I think Padma would get a few good throws in.”

“Maybe but have you seen the guns on Harpers arms? She would have Padma pinned in three seconds tops.”

Dean concedes with a shrug, “Okay you’re right. Harper wins. Now...Harper vs McGonagall. No wands. Just good old fashioned fight.”

“Oooh tough,” you think for a moment, “But I think McGonagall. Definitely McGonagall.”

“Agreed. McGonagall would murder Harper in two seconds flat. But how would she go against Dumbledore?”

You paused on a large stone step, thinking for a moment, “No wands?”

Dean shakes his head, “No wands.”

“Then McGonagall.”

Dean huffs a laugh, “You seem to have a lot of faith in McGongall.”

“Who doesn’t?” You counter, proceeding up the staircase, “She’s a total badass.”

“I won’t argue with that,” Dean says before he spins around to face you, walking backwards, “Okay real talk though. Who would win: me or Seamus?”

“Seamus, definitely. Is that even a question?”

Dean clutches his chest in mock hurt, “You’ve officially been disfriended.”

“That’s not a word.”

“It is now!” He claims, before turning to the Fat Lady, “Flabberghasted.”

You follow Dean through the portrait hole and find Harry sitting in an armchair by the fire. He hasn’t noticed your return, his eyes distracted by the flames as they dance and flicked in the fireplace.

“Night, Arden,” Dean says, peeling your attention away from Harry, “And don’t forget the new word of the day is disfriended.”

Playfully rolling your eyes, you bid Dean a good night and you make your way over to Harry, clearing your throat to announce your arrival. Harry practically leaps from his seat when he sees you.

“Hi,” He murmurs

“Hey,” you smile softly, hoping it’ll hide your nerves, and nod at the fire, “You looked deep in thought.”

Harry shrugs, “I was just thinking about Sirius. I’m worried for him.”

“Me too. I wish he could live his life without having to hide. It’s the least he deserves.”

Harry nods wordlessly. Silence lapses between the two of you, spilling between the cracks dividing you.

You sigh, dropping into a couch and scrubbing your forehead in irritation, “I’m sorry about...everything. About leading you on.”

Harry chews his lip. It’s a little distracting.

“I know you are,” Harry says, as he takes the spot beside you, “And I know you didn’t do it deliberately. It just...hurts a little when the person you like doesn’t like you back. But I’ll get over it...it’s fine.”

“I shouldn’t have ignored your feelings, though. They’re valid. And, even though I’m not sorry for loving Cedric, I’m sorry for not being brave enough to talk to you properly.”

Harry tears his eyes away from the floor and for a moment your hit with a kaleidoscope of soft greens, a light show all for you. He reaches out, hesitating, hand hovering over your knee before he concedes. His hand is warm against your skin, a familiar, welcoming warmth.

“You’re the bravest person I know,” he stares and his conviction makes your heart soar, “Apart from Dumbledore.”

“Of course.”

You both laugh, like sharing a secret among friends, and it almost feels normal again, like when you were first years joking around the fire, before boyfriends and feelings and hormones.

“I don’t want to ruin our friendship,” Harry admits, his expression serious again, “You are one of the bestest friends I’ve ever had.”

“You too,” you rest your hand on his and squeeze, “So let’s move on. Let’s get past this.”

Harry nods in agreement. Maybe it won’t be exactly the same but at least it’ll be close.

It’s better than not having anything at all.

***

A/N prt 2

so i've been getting messages about whether I will write Reader losing her virginity to Cedric and, while I don't mind writing it, i know that there are some people who feel a bit eeky about reader being so young. (Honestly it is weird but you’d be surprised how many people want this)

So, I'm considering posting an extra chapter where Reader and Cedric do have sex on AO3 and everyone who is okay with reading it can head on over and read it. The chapter won't impact the story. However if the majority of people are okay with it then I'll post it on tumblr and AO3 and it will be mentioned in latr chapters. LMK what you think, please.

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[text reads "Introducing: Kid Lantern!"]

Part One

Part Two

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The door to the warehouse slides open. “There you boys are,” Carol says. “We’ve been looking all over for you.”

“Luckily, that nice young mechanic knew where you’d gone,” Iris says. She frowns curiously at the strange contraption her nephew has been strapped into. “What is that thing?”

“Oh,” Hal laughs a bit sheepishly. “I was teaching Wally here how to fly a jet, but I guess we got kind of side-tracked.”

“That’s just as well,” Iris says with a wry smile. “He probably shouldn’t learn how to fly a jet until he’s at least old enough to drive a car.”

“Aunt Iris, do I look like a real pilot?” Wally asks.

“You do! Let me take a picture,” Iris insists. Wally poses with his hands on the control-stick as Iris takes out her cell-phone and quickly snaps a photo. “So what side-tracked you from your flying lesson?”

“Green Lantern!” Wally exclaims.

Iris chuckles fondly as she makes the photo her phone’s new wallpaper. “I should have guessed.”

“Hal likes Green Lantern, too!” Wally tells her. “But he can’t come to the parade, so remind me to get an extra autograph for him, okay?”

“Okay,” Iris agrees, and briefly hooks their pinkies together to seal the deal.

“So, Iris and I are done with our interview,” Carol says. “And I believe I promised to take everyone to lunch.”

“Yeah!” Wally exclaims, scrambling to unbuckle himself and climb out of the flight-simulator. “I’m starving!”

“Hold on, Wally!” Iris laughs, grabbing her nephew by the shoulder before he can run out of the warehouse. “Give Mister Jordan his helmet back.”

“Oh yeah,” Wally says, removing the helmet.

“You know what, why don’t you keep it?” Hal suggests. “Take it home as a souvenir.”

Wally gasps. “Really?”

“Are you sure?” Iris asks. “Those helmets can’t be cheap, can they?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Hal says. “It’s one of my spares.”

“Thank you!” Wally shouts.

As Carol leads them out of the warehouse and towards the front gate of the airbase, Iris asks, “Did you get any good pictures, Wally?”

Wally, currently running circles around the adults with his new helmet on and his arms out like the wings of a plane, freezes mid-step. “Huh? Oh yeah! Wanna see?”

He gives Iris the digital camera and she starts cycling through the reel of photographs, stopping to compliment something about each one, until she reaches the one Wally took of Hal and Tom in front of the jet.

“Wow, look at this one, Carol,” Iris says, handing her the camera. “Even if my editor doesn’t put it in the article, you should seriously consider using it for your website.”

“Let me see,” Carol says. She gasps theatrically and gives Wally a big smile. Hal gets the impression that she hasn’t spent a lot of time around kids before, but even if she’s a little stiff and awkward, Carol is kind and supportive. “This is really good, Wally.”

“You really like it, Miss Ferris?”

“I love it! Your aunt is absolutely right, I think it would be perfect for the company’s website,” Carol says. “What’s the standard rate for a freelance photographer?”

“Huh?”

“Miss Ferris wants to buy your picture, Wally,” Iris explains. “She’s asking for the price.”

“Oh. That’s fine, you don’t have to give me anything,” Wally says with a shrug. “Hal and Mister Kalmaku already asked me to e-mail it to them, I’ll just send it to you, too.”

“You did a good job, sweetie, you deserve to be compensated. Otherwise it wouldn’t be fair,” Carol says. “How does twenty dollars sound?”

Wally’s eyes widen. “Woah! Thanks, Miss Ferris!”

While Carol gets a twenty dollar bill out of her purse and Wally asks for her e-mail address so he can send her the picture later, Iris pulls Hal a little bit away from the rest of the group so they can chat.

“Thank you for keeping Wally busy,” Iris says. “It sounds like he had a lot of fun, and he would have been miserable stuck in that office the whole time Carol and I talked. I hope he didn’t give you any trouble.”

“No, not at all,” Hal assures her. “He’s a good kid.”

“He is,” Iris agrees with a fond smile. “He doesn’t get many outlets for his superhero obsession, anymore. His dad hates hearing about it—won’t even let him mention it in the house. Wally and I used to have our geek-out sessions during his Flash phase, but I just don’t know as much about Green Lantern. You really made his day.”

“Good. I had fun talking about Green Lantern, too. Wally’s enthusiasm is pretty infectious.” Hal says. His smile fades. He puts his hands in his pockets, allowing him to discretely touch his Green Lantern ring. “Speaking of Wally’s dad… Listen, I feel weird asking, but… Does he… Is he pretty strict with Wally?”

Iris frowns in confusion and concern. “Sometimes. More than I’d prefer.” She heaves a sigh. “But, as my brother likes to remind me, Wally isn’t my son. It’s not really my place to tell him how to raise his kid. Why do you ask?”

“I mean—I guess I’m trying to ask if he’s ever… violent with Wally.”

“Oh! God no,” Iris replies firmly. “He still believes in spanking, unfortunately, so he’ll give Wally a swat every once in a while, which I really don’t like. But beyond that? No, he’s not abusive.”

The ring tells Hal that Iris isn’t lying. Whether or not she knows the full truth, he can’t say for certain—there might be something going on behind closed doors that even she doesn’t know about—but it’s enough to ease the worst of Hal’s concerns. He takes off the ring and removes his hands from his pockets.

“Okay,” Hal says with a nod. “I know it’s not really my place. It’s just, something Wally said kinda set off some alarm bells, and it’d keep me up at night if I didn’t say something, y’know?”

“I’m glad you did. Thank you for looking out for him. I wish more people spoke up about that kind of thing.”

Their party of four arrives at the parking lot and, after a brief discussion of travel arrangements, it’s decided that Carol and Iris will take Carol’s convertible while Hal and Wally follow in Iris’s rental car. During the drive back to Coast City, Wally tells Hal about all of the Green Lantern merchandise he’s planning to buy with the twenty dollars Carol gave him, while carefully applying a two-by-two inch glossy holographic Green Lantern symbol sticker to his new helmet.

“You know what’s weird?” Hal says suddenly. “So many people buy superhero merch, but I don’t think any of that money goes to the actual superheroes.”

“Huh?”

“That seems illegal, right? All these companies are profiting off of superheroes’ images. But it’s not like superheroes can trademark their symbols or likenesses without giving up their secret identities,” Hal continues to muse aloud. “So I guess it’s technically all royalty-free.”

“I guess,” Wally says with a shrug. He frowns as a thought suddenly occurs to him. “It’s not just that, though, is it? Superheroes don’t get paid for any of the stuff they do, right?”

“Right.”

“But that’s not fair, though,” Wally says. “Superheroes do a good job. Miss Ferris said that good work deserves to be… uh… con-pem-sated.”

“Er—that’s true, but superheroes don’t do what they do expecting to be paid back. Most of the people they save don’t have much to spare anyway. Superheroes help them because it’s the right thing to do.”

“But why can’t the government pay them? Like cops and firefighters?”

“Well, the problem with that is if you get paid by the government, you have to do what they tell you to do.”

“So?”

“So who do you want making decisions in a crisis, someone who’s in the action and working their tail off to save everyone, or some politician in Washington who only cares about winning the next mid-term election?” Hal asks. “A superhero’s goals might generally be aligned with those of the government, in that the government is also—ostensibly—around to keep people safe, but it’s better for everyone if superheroes keep some independence.”

“Oh.”

“I brought up the merchandise thing because I thought it was kind of funny, but superheroes know going in that they aren’t going to get rich—hell, they probably won’t see a single red cent for all the good they do,” Hal continues. “Remember, Wally. Money’s nice, but it’s more important to do the right thing.”

Wally nods, looking very serious and grown-up.

“That hasn’t changed your mind about being a Green Lantern, has it?”

That breaks Wally’s mature facade, as he answers Hal’s grin with one of his own. “No way!”

“Atta boy.”

Carol leads them to a gentrified area in downtown Coast City, which is full of overpriced specialty stores and bougie restaurants. Unlike the tourist trap that’s become of the Boulevard, this area seems to be mostly populated by upper-middle class locals. Hal persuades Wally to leave his helmet behind in the car while Carol and Iris pay the parking meters. Then they proceed on foot the rest of the way to the bistro Carol picked out.

“Seriously, Iris,” Carol is in the middle of saying, “just let me know when you have the free time so we can do a weekend at the resort. We’ll go to the spa, Hal can teach Barry to surf—”

“Who’s Barry?” Hal asks, wondering what Carol’s just roped him into. He smiles at Iris and guesses, “Boyfriend?”

“Fiancé, actually,” Iris says.

Carol jabs Hal in the chest. “So don’t get any ideas, mister.”

“Nah, don’t worry about me. Besides,” he adds with a wink, “I’m already interested in someone else. Sometimes it even seems like she might be interested in me, too.”

Carol rolls her eyes, but Hal catches a smile tugging at her lips before she turns away.

Iris’s eyes light up as she looks between them. “Oh! I assumed you two were already—”

“No,” Carol says. “I don’t date my employees.”

“Of course,” Iris says with a knowing smile, not buying it for a second.

“Well, since I’m unattached, maybe your Barry had better watch out after all,” Hal says with a cheeky grin.

Iris laughs. “Is that so?”

“See, I’ve been holding back this whole time. I have to, or people would be throwing themselves at my feet everywhere I go. If I let it slip for even a second? Well, yours wouldn’t be the first engagement broken up by the famous Hal Jordan charm.” Hal heaves a melodramatic sigh. “It’s a curse, really. A terrible burden, but it’s mine to bear.”

“Alright, calm down, you glorified show-pony,” Carol says, giving him a playful shove.

“You’re a good man, Hal, to suffer so nobly for our sake,” Iris manages to say through her chuckles. “But if you met Barry, you’d know he has nothing to worry about.”

“Oh, really? Maybe I should be trying to steal him, instead.”

Both women burst into surprised, scandalized laughter. Realizing that Wally has been quiet for a while, Hal glances around and eventually finds him several feet behind the group, where he stopped walking to stare at something down an alley.

“Have you got lead in your shoes?” Hal calls back to him. “What’s going on, kid?”

Wally glances briefly at Hal, looking deeply troubled, but quickly returns his attention to the alleyway without answering.

“Come on, Wally, you’ve got to stay with us,” Iris says. She starts walking towards her nephew, Hal and Carol following a few steps behind. When they arrive at the place where Wally is standing, it’s easy to see what has captured the boy’s attention. A middle-aged homeless man is sitting far enough into the alley to be sheltered in the shade of the surrounding buildings, but he’s still clearly suffering from the summer heat, sweating profusely and fanning himself with a cardboard sign that reads TOO SICK TO WORK PLEASE HELP $$$ GOD BLESS.

Iris immediately starts digging around in her purse until she pulls out an unopened plastic water bottle. While she tends to the overheated man, Hal looks down at Wally, who seems to be mulling something over in his mind. One of the boy’s hands is in his pocket—the same pocket where he earlier stashed the twenty dollar bill Carol paid him.

“You want to give him some money?” Hal guesses.

Wally jumps guiltily before cringing a little in embarrassment. “Mom and dad say you shouldn’t give money to bu—to the homeless,” he whispers. “They’ll just spend it on drugs.”

Hal laughs. “What kind of drugs do you think you can buy with just a twenty?”

Carol elbows him in the ribs. “Hal.”

“Sorry,” Hal coughs. “Er—Wally, that’s just something people tell themselves so they don’t feel guilty for being selfish. You can’t control what someone does with the help you give them. All you can control is whether you help them at all—and whether or not you can accept knowing that you had the opportunity to do something and chose not to.”

Wally considers Hal’s words for a moment, then gives a serious, determined nod before walking over to the homeless man.

With a relieved sigh, the homeless man finishes his first drink of the water Iris gave him. “Thank you, Miss. The closest place to get water is ten blocks over. Didn’t think I was gonna make it.”

“In this heat?” Iris asks. “That’s awful!”

“This is my first summer here,” the man explains. “Not so hot up north where I’m from, but we all got forced out a few months go. Wasn’t so bad ‘till they took out the drinking fountain at the playground last week. Some of the moms raised a stink about us being around their kids, I guess, and—” he makes a popping sound with his lips and points his thumb over his shoulder—“out it went. Locked up the bathrooms, too.”

“Sir?” Wally interjects. Once he has the man’s attention, he hands over his twenty dollar bill. “Here. I think you’d use it better than I would.”

Iris gasps a little in surprise. “Are you sure? You were so excited about that money...”

“Yeah, well. Money’s nice,” he says, glancing back at Hal, “but it’s more important to do the right thing. Right, Aunt Iris?”

Iris pets his hair and smiles proudly. “That’s really sweet of you, Wally.”

“Thank you, son,” the homeless man says. “Nice to meet you, Wally. I’m Greg.”

“You’re welcome!” Wally chirps as he shakes Greg’s hand. “Nice to meet you!”

Moved by Wally’s generosity, Carol and Iris each give Greg an additional twenty. Hal is about to do the same, when he looks into his wallet and realizes he only has a few singles.

Perfect. Right when he needs to literally put his money where his mouth is.

“Er… I seem to be low on paper at the moment,” Hal says, glancing around the surrounding area and failing to find an ATM, “so how about I buy you something to eat? We’re headed to lunch—you want anything to go?”

Hal takes Greg’s order and they make their goodbyes before continuing on to the bistro. He had considered inviting Greg to eat with them—as much to give him some normalcy back as to get him out of the sun for a while—but as soon as they enter the building, Hal knows his better judgement was, unfortunately, correct. The bistro is as over-priced and trendy as he feared, and the clientele give Hal the stink-eye for not being appropriately dressed-up. Greg wouldn’t even have been allowed through the door. Thankfully, the menu consists of mostly classic diner standards, albeit ‘elevated’ in ways that are clearly meant more to justify the price-hike than actually improve the quality of anyone’s meal.

When their lunch arrives several minutes later, Hal gathers up the take-away box he ordered, along with two bottles of water and a large strawberry milkshake, and carries them out to the alley. Greg greets him with pleasant surprise, like he didn’t really expect Hal to actually come back. He looks better already after the water bottle Iris gave him, though his face is still flushed and sweaty.

“Here’s your lunch, plus some extra waters courtesy of my dates,” Hal tells him. “The air gets cooler the closer you go to the ocean, but stay off the beaches and the boardwalk. There aren’t any laws against rough-sleepers in Coast City, but you know how it is. The commercial marina’s a pretty safe bet, though. You could pass for one of the fisherman coming in off the boats there, at least well enough to keep anyone from calling the cops, and there are shady spots near the water where you can get out of the sun and dip your feet.”

“Thanks for the advice, man,” Greg says. “I’ll think about it.”

“You said earlier that you were new in town and, well, I’ve had to get through some rough months, myself,” Hal admits. He shakes Greg’s hand. “Hang in there, pal. Take care of yourself, and stay hydrated.”

“Will do. Tell your lady-friends ‘thank you’ again for me, and tell your boy, too.”

Hal returns to the bistro and hurries through his overpriced BLT so he’s finished with lunch at around the same time as Carol and Iris. Wally already wolfed down his chicken salad sandwich and most of his yam fries before Hal even left, and spends the rest of their time in the bistro looking extremely bored, fidgeting in his seat, or making multiple trips to the bathroom just to have an excuse to move around. Wally doesn’t do well with inaction, clearly—yet another way he reminds Hal of himself.

By the time they leave, the alley is empty and Greg has already moved on to wherever he’s going next.

Part Three

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[Two or three more chapters until I run out of what I have already written. If you want more of this story, and more of the Sidekick Swap-verse in general, please let me know.]

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No, Not Like This (George Weasley x Reader)

I am rewatching New Girl yea and the episode of S2x15. You know the one with the ICONIC Nick and Jess 1st  Kiss?

Yup, now enjoy it as George Weasley x Reader! With guest appearances of Fred, Lee, Angelina & Alicia. *wink wink*

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It’s the night before Christmas break and your friends are ever so kind to throw a small party. They let kinda bad as they were all off to spend the holiday at their homes while you spend the next 3 weeks in Hogwarts. You weren’t that sad though, sure your parents were off to spend their 20th wedding anniversary and you are going to celebrate the holidays alone-well there are a couple of 2nd and 5th year students, none you are close with, stuck at Hogwarts too.- but you didn’t really mind cause there is something about Hogwarts during the holidays that makes it more magical.

Your friends are literally the sweetest bunch you’ve ever meat and wouldn’t have any other. Which lead to now, sitting in a circle for a game of Truth or Dare Exploding Jenga. It works like every other Jenga game, the goal it to pull out a piece without it falling and place said piece on the top. The twist is that there is either a truth or a dare written on the piece in which the player who took it must follow, if the player doesn’t accept to do said truth or dare within the 30 seconds, the tower of Jenga would explode and cover the player with brown mystery slime.

‘CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG!’ You all chorused, while Lee Jordan drowns his 5th shot of firewhiskey.

‘And time.’ Alicia pauses the stopwatch. ‘Just under 20 seconds!’

‘A new record!’ chimed Fred.

Lee looked to his left. ‘Alright Angelina, you’re up next. See if you could beat that!’

Angelina raises a brow at him. ‘You do know that each turn has a different dare, right? Or are you too drunk to remember?’

‘NOPE not just drunnkkk’ He slurred.

‘Truth.’ Angelina reads ‘Who is the most attractive person among the group?’

She places the block carefully on the top. ‘EASY. ALICIA’ She states casually. Sitting back down and not breaking eye contact with the now very red Alicia across from her.

‘Now that would be hard to beat.’ Fred stands and takes a block from one of the lower levels, leaving a middle piece. The tower sways a little.

‘Oi, you piece of shit, I’m next!’ You scream. ‘Why’d you have to take that one!’

‘Player’s choice. y/n/n, player’s choice.’ Reading his block, he chuckled. ‘Oh, Georgie this is gonna be good.’

George now curious asks, ‘well then what is it?’

Fred puffed up his chest, ‘Dare: Sit on the lap of the player on your left for one round.’

Everyone laughed including you, though not George through, it seemed like he was fuming.

Then it clicked. Wait a minute. You’re next!

Not that you mind though, it is just a game, and Fred is one of your best friends. You just wished that it was another twin that was in his position.

‘Alright Freddie bring it in.’ Patting your thighs. ‘You’ll always have a seat with me’ you teased.

‘Opfff! Oi boy be gentle!’ Fred had just dropped his weight on you.

‘Sorry.’ He muffled into your neck.

Your embrace position with Fred proved to make it difficult to reach for the tower. ‘Heyya Freddie, do you mind?’

He looks up at you, then the tower and back. ‘No can do amiga, rules are rules. And the dare says I have to stay seated.’

‘Ugh you prick.’ Sticking your tongue out at him. Rules are rules, yet there were none stating that the use of wands is not allowed.

‘HEyyyy! No cheating’ shouted Angelina.

‘There are no rules against using wands!’

‘Dammit….She’s right.’

‘Thank you, George.’

You read the levitating block in front of you. ‘Dare: Snog the player across from you for at least 20 seconds.’

‘Now that’s what I call a dare’ exclaimed Alicia.

Placing the block on top with the help of your wand, who glanced down to see who was across from you. OH OH.

As if he had read your thoughts. Fred sang ‘Ohh lala’ He left your lap. ‘Georgie, Georgie, Georgie! You lucky man!’ he teased.

‘Oh now you decide you release me?’

You make your way to George with the chanting of ‘KISS! KISS! KISS!’ seem like background noised against your nerves. Sure, it’s just a game, but you were given the opportunity of a lifetime to kiss you crush that happens to also be your best friend who you no doubt thinks of you just as that- a friend.

You held your hand out to George and pulled him right up. ‘So…uh…you good?’

He lets out a nervous breath ‘yea..yea’

‘Don’t worry, I’m nervous too.’ You admitted. ‘Let’s just suck it up and French a little.’

‘Okay fine but don’t say “Let’s just suck it up and French a little.”’ You can see him fidget a little. ‘Let’s just do it, No big deal.’ He mutters- more to himself.

‘Yea no big deal.’ You echoed though boy did you wish it would mean something. You tried to keep a serious face on and manage the blush that has no doubt covered all over your face. All that resolve though came crashing down when you saw what he was doing. ‘Why are you licking your lips?’

‘Should I not? Do you want dry lips?’

‘NO!’

‘Then I’m just licking them to make them better.’ He reasoned.

‘okay fine’

‘fine’

‘just kiss me, we’re running out of time!’

You could faintly here your friends counting down from 10….9….8..

‘yea, but first-‘

‘GOSH WEASLEY! YOU’VE KISSED OTHER GIRLS BEFORE! JUST KISS ME ALREADY!’

‘NO, NOT LIKE THIS!’ He bursts. ‘Not like this.’

‘What?’ Mouth opened; you were caught off guard. ‘What does that mean?’

‘Ahhh no , nothing , I… I…’

BOOM.

The Jenga tower explodes, magically covering only you with slime- as if was you who failed to complete your dare.

The explosion seems to bring George back into his body. ‘I’m sorry y/n…I…I gotta go’ And with that he ran out the common room.

It felt like a slap in the face. Did he not want to kiss you? Yea it was a game….but… What did he mean by ‘No, not like this’.

You were pulled from your thoughts by the retching of Lee on the carpet.

‘Oh Disgusting’ Fred helps him up from the floor. ‘Let’s get you cleaned up buddy.’

He looks up at you. ‘Hey I’m sorry the party had to end this way, And I’m even more sorry for my idiot brother.’

‘Nah, it’s fine Fred. Thank you though.’ You place a hand on his arm. ‘Hope you have a great Christmas.’

Fred’s eyes go wide and facepalms himself. ‘Crap I almost forgot, and such horrible timing too. But I owled mom earlier today and she says that you are welcomed to stay over at the Burrow for the holidays.’

‘Really?!?’

‘Yea, We didn’t want you to spend the holidays alone-‘

‘We?’

‘Uh George and I’ He gives you a weak smile. ‘So, are you in?’

‘Heck yea!’ You hugged him tightly. ‘Thank you.’

When you part, he holds onto your arms a second longer. ‘Just don’t mind my idiotic brother okay? He genuinely cares for you, talk to him okay? It’s not like him to chicken out.’

You nod.

Next to you Alicia appears with wash cloths.

‘Come on y/n let’s get you upstairs and cleaned up.’

‘So…Angelina huh?’ you tease.

‘oh shut up!’

~

‘Damn it!’ You cursed. It was 2 am and everyone is asleep. You had finally finished your last-minute packing when you realized that your wand is missing. So here you were, tearing the common room apart.

You rummaged under the couch ‘It has got to be somewhere here. Where are you, you damn magic stick?’ You remembered last using your wand near the couch. But it must have rolled away due to all the chaos.

‘Looking for this?’

‘AHH!’ Startled by the voice, you banged your head on one of the arms.

You look up and see the one and only George Weasley.

‘Yea, thanks.’ Grabbing your wand from him.

The awkward tension between you too is palpable.

You turn to head back up to bed. But George’s hand on your arm stops you.

‘y/n… I’m sorry about earlier.’

‘It’s alright..’ You had considered to ask about what he meant by ‘No, not like this’ his words still had you guessing, you had to know. ‘Um George…’

‘yea?’

‘Fred told me about you guys asking Molly if I could come with and spend the holidays with you. Thanks for that’.

You chickened out, you chickened out! You couldn’t believe it, but your rational self pointed out you can’t risk it being more awkward with George especially when you’ll be spending the next several weeks with him and his family. IN HIS HOUSE. WITH 24 HOUR CONTACT.

George merely nodded. His eyes were moving around a lot. Signs that you knew he was thinking about something- that or he was genuinely tired and is kindly trying to stay awake for you- it is currently 2am.

Concluding that it was due to exhaustion, you bid him good night.

You were midway up the steps when you once again stopped by a hand.

‘Wha—’ Though this time you weren’t greeted by his word but rather of his soft lips.

George Weasley is kissing you! George Weasley is kissing you!

After the initial shock, you reacted and kissed him back with equal passion. The moment didn’t break, even when you felt your back hit the wall. All you could concentrate on was George’s lips on yours and his hands on your waist while yours are tangled in his red hair.

Pulling apart to catch your breath, foreheads touching and his eyes that seem to see into your soul. What he said next, put a smile on your face and butterflies in your stomach that won’t be leaving soon.

‘I meant something like that. I didn’t wanna kiss you because of a game. I want to kiss you because you mean something to me’

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Part 2?? Anyone? When they spend Christmas in the burrow? Lol just a thought.

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All I Want, Remus Lupin Fanfiction

Chapter Fifteen

Warnings: fluff, eventual smut, death, violence, swearing, age gap, slight angst, major spoilers for Deathly Hallows

A/N: These next few parts follow very closely with the book but I didn’t want to leave them out. I hope you guys enjoyed this! If you did, like, comment, and reblog! If you would like to be added to my taglist (permanent or for this series) tell me and I’ll put you on there!

The message said to Apparate to Hogsmeade so that's what you all did. You went in three pairs of two. Fleur and Bill, Luna and Dean, and then you and Remus. There were people patrolling Hogsmeade but you all quickly stunned them. You went into the Hog's Head to meet a very scruffy looking man coming down the stairs.

"We're here to help Harry Potter. Neville said we could come to you to get in," Bill said.

He huffed and motioned for everyone to follow him to the second story.. There were already people upstairs. Fred, George, Ginny, Cho, and Lee Jordan all seemed to be awaiting the bartender. You were absolutely delighted to be seeing everyone again.

"Y/N!" Fred and George said in unison.

"Didn't expect you lot to be here too," Fred said.

"I knew they would," Ginny stated. There was a short round of hugs from the three Weasleys before Aberforth, as you heard him called, spoke up.

"Humph, well go through that portrait. Ariana will show you the way," he said, and looked at the girl in the portrait. She nodded her head and ushered everyone through. After everyone had made it into the narrow passageway, Ariana began to lead the eleven of you through staircases and halls to a door. Bill was at the front and he stepped out first. Everyone else followed him into a room filled with the hangings and people.

As you all stepped in Seamus ran to Dean with such force he stumbled backwards. Seamus was not the only person in the room though. Neville, Harry, Hermione, Ron, and multiple others were there. Harry seemed absolutely bewildered, "What's everyone doing here?"

"I sent for them," Neville answered. He looked determined with his answer and he seemed ready for a fight. Harry sighed and shook his head. He didn't want to drag so many people into this.

"What's the plan Harry?" Fred asked.

"There isn't one! I didn't mean for everyone to come here!"

Neville and Harry squabbled back and forth about why he invited so many people. Ron was the one to stop all the bickering and reason with Harry. Harry wasn't exactly pleased but he wasn't putting up a fight anymore.

"Alright then. We're looking for something. Something that belonged to Ravenclaw. Has anyone heard of something like that?" Harry looked hopefully at the Ravenclaws but he was surprised to be answered by Luna who had sat in a chair next to Ginny.

"The lost diadem of Ravenclaw. I told you about it Harry. Daddy is making a replica of it."

"Yeah, but the lost diadem is lost Luna," Michael Corner retorted.

"Since when? How long has it been lost?" Harry asked.

"Centuries they say. Professor Flitwick said it disappeared with Ravenclaw. No one has ever found it." This answer came from Cho, who was looking to her fellow housemates to back her up and they all nodded. Ron asked what a diadem asked and Terry Boot explained it was a kind of crown that had magical powers. Harry was disappointed to hear that no one had seen it but Cho told him she could take him to their common room that had a statue of Rowena wearing it.

Cho moved to get up but Ginny told Luna that she could take Harry. You knew Ginny wasn't going to let Cho and Harry be alone together. She still liked him after all.

Luna and Harry went out of what was apparently the Room of Requirement through a tiny cupboard in the corner. With those two gone the room burst into excitement and nervousness. Everyone was talking to each other and catching up. The Weasleys had all huddled up to speak to one another and you and Remus were with them.

Fred and George explained how they had been selling orders through a room in Muriel's house and multiple pranks they had pulled on her. More people including Kingsley, Oliver Wood, Katie Bell, Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinnet, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley made their way into the Room of Requirement through the same door you had come.

Mrs. Weasley was absolutely delighted to see you all and took turns giving you, Remus, Bill, and Fleur hugs. The room returned to the chattery loudness as everyone greeted the newest arrivals.

Ginny had noticed Remus's arm around your waist and came to stand next to you. "You and Lupin huh? I should have known, he was always your favorite professor," she teased.

"It just... happened. We spent so much time together that we got close and things happened and I realized I love him and he loves me." You and Ginny both smiled at each other. Remus had picked up on the conversation too.

"Yes, I felt absolutely heartbroken when you were taken. Those few hours of uncertainty were excruciating. I think I realized at that time how I felt towards you." Remus smiled and pressed a kiss to your temple. Ginny giggled and three returned to the conversation everyone else was engaged in.

After several minutes of talking to the redhead family you and Remus parted with them and went towards the bottom of the staircase that led out into the hallway. Kingsley was also there, waiting for Harry and Luna's return. Lupin and Kingsley had just begun to talk when Harry appeared at the bottom of the stairs.

"Harry what happened?" Remus asked.

"Voldemort is coming, they're barricading the school, and Snape's run for it."

Fred and George had wandered over when Harry came in. "Okay well what's first Harry? What's going on?" Fred asked.

"They're evacuating the younger kids and everyone is meeting in the Great Hall to get organized. We're going to fight." Harry said.

Everyone began to run for the stairs and after a minute the only people left were you, Harry, Ginny, Remus, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Fred, George, Bill, and Fleur. Ginny was insisting that she stay and fight but her mum wasn't having it.

"You're underage!" Mrs. Weasley shouted. "The boys can go but not you! I won't allow it! Now you go back home!"

"I absolutely will not! I'm in Dumbledore's Army!"

"That is a teenagers gang!"

"Yeah, a teenager's gang that's about to take him on! No one else has dared to do it!" Fred interjected.

"She is sixteen! She is underage! I don't know what you two were thinking, bringing her with you!" Mrs. Weasley scolded.

Fred and George both hung their heads.

"Ginny, Mum is right. Everyone underage is leaving. You can't stay here," Bill said softly.

"I'm not going home! My family and friends are here! I'm not going to sit at home not knowing if-" Ginny had angry tears forming in her eyes as she shouted. She looked to Harry for help but he shook his head.

"Fine. I'll say goodbye and then-" she started but was interrupted by a loud thump!

To everyone's astonishment it was none other than Percy. He stumbled up, "Is it too late? Has it started? I just found out-" But he stopped seeing all the shocked faces. No one spoke for several awkward seconds.

Finally Percy shouted, "I was a fool!" He continued to roll out several insults about himself and Fred joined in too. Mrs. Weasley had burst into tears and wrapped Percy in a tight hug.

They all talked for a minute before Mrs. Weasley shouted at Ginny, who was trying to sneak up the stairs.

"How about this," Lupin suggested, "Ginny can stay in this room so she knows if anything happens but she won't be in the middle of the fighting?"

"Alright. Ginny you stay put! Don't leave this room!" Mrs. Weasley ordered.

Ginny agreed and sat down in a chair. You didn't hear the rest of the conversation as you, Remus, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley all headed for the stairs. Mrs. Weasley had been stopped to answer a question of Harry's but you and Remus continued on to the Great Hall.

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Second Chance | M. Barzal

Summary: You’re friends with Tito, who sets you and Mat up on a date. You really liked him but because of your nerves the date was awkward. So when you see him at Tito’s party after the date, you’d rather just avoid being turned down by him. Warnings: alcohol / drinking Words: 1,2K Copyright © @matbaerzal 2020 All Rights Reserved Tagging: @tseggy​ @im-only-joking​ (hi👋🏻) Part 2

Why you decided to come to Anthony’s party, you had no idea. You knew that running into Mat was inevitable. It’s not that the two of you didn’t get along, but after a failed attempt by Tito to set the two of you up you were sure that Mat would grab his chance to nicely turn you down. That he would “friendzone” you, so things didn’t have to be awkward between the two of you whenever you crossed paths. You knew that you couldn’t be sober whenever that conversation happened, so the first thing you do when you arrive is to grab a drink from the kitchen.

The date had started out fine, and you wouldn’t say it was a bad date either. You were just incredibly nervous, for a number of reasons. First; he was stupidly handsome and his laugh was unmistakably adorable, second; he seemed like an actually decent guy, and third; if it didn’t end up working out, you’d have to pretend that you didn’t like him. And you don’t do well when you get nervous. You get clumsy, and you forget how to speak. You felt like he had to dig every answer out of you, and you couldn’t help yourself. You kept stuttering when you talked, and you were just a mess most of the time. And to put the icing on the cake you managed to spill red wine on his white shirt. He’d been a perfect gentleman, and you’d love to go on another date with him. But, you were positive that he’d never want to go on a second date with you, and you couldn’t even blame him.

You’ve been at the party for 14 minutes before you see him the first time. He’s in the living room talking to Tito, who waves at you to come over. Mat’s got his back turned to you, so just as he turns around and sees you, you dart into the kitchen to make yourself another drink. You know you can’t avoid him the whole night, but you’ll try as long as you can. You almost run into Grace as you enter the kitchen. “Woah, hey! who are you running from?” she laughs. “What? No one” you deny. “Mhm, sure” she says and takes a sip of her drink. You ignore her teasing and start making your drink. Her eyes widen as she remembers something, quickly putting her drink down, “how did your date with Barzy go?” she exclaims. You stop in your movements and your whole body flushes in embarrassment, completely giving yourself away. “That’s who you're running from?” she gasps, you cover your face nodding. “Tell me everything” she says, so you give her the short story. And you can see the sympathy in her eyes as you go over how you made a complete fool of yourself. Though Grace tries to assure you that it probably wasn’t as bad as you thought, she also promises to stay by your side as much as she can for the rest of the night.

The two of you eventually leave the kitchen to join the rest of the party. She slyly goes to check where Mat is before leading you right past him. You find a spot on the couch, looking behind you quickly, you see Mat is busy playing beer pong with Tito, playing against Jordan and Anders. Luckily, it looks like they just started and Mat will be occupied for a while, so you relax and make yourself comfortable in your seat. Though, you can’t help but look over whenever you hear him laugh, it’s a miracle he hasn’t caught you staring at this point. Grace nudges you at one point in an effort to include you in the conversation she’s having with Sydney and Matt. You turn your focus to Sydney, and try to put Mat in the back of your mind.

Just as you’ve managed to fully relax and immerse yourself in the conversation, Tito and Mat come over and sit down next to you on the couch. Your whole body tenses, as you make eye contact with Mat for the first time of the night he smiles at you. Grace notices and comes in to save you, quickly dragging you up from your seat, pulling you away towards the kitchen just as Mat is about to say something to you. You think you see him frown, but you’re in the kitchen before you can even process his reaction.

“I think you need another drink” she says, already making you one. You take a big gulp of the drink, “I’m sorry for dragging you away, you just looked really uncomfortable” she ads. “Yeah, no. I’m just not ready to be rejected by him” you say. “Like I said before, I’m really not sure that he will. He’s been looking at you all night, you know” she notes. “Whenever you weren’t looking at him, that is” she teases. Feelig a bit shy you avoid his eyes as you take a sip of your drink. “Him looking at me doesn’t mean he likes me” you mumble. You stand there for another moment before finally making your way back to the living room. You’re about to round the corner when you hear Mat and Tito, making you stop in your tracks. You hold out an arm and stop Grace as well. “I thought you said she liked me?” you hear Mat say, “she does!” Tito promises, “then why has she avoided all night?” Mat says. Grace gives you an I-told-you-so look, and you glare at her as she starts walking, dragging you with her yet again. And you know when you bump into Mat, that Grace meant for it to happen. You and Mat must look like two deers caught in headlights.

“I think you two need to talk,” Tito says as he joins Grace, the two of them leaving you alone. You’re stood there alone with Mat, it’s quiet for a moment before he speaks. “You don’t hate me do you?” he blurts, “why would I hate you?” you ask. “I mean, I talk a lot when I’m nervous and I couldn’t shut up for even a second to let you speak during our date” he replies. “If you’d let me talk I probably would have just embarrassed myself even more than I already did” you say, “sorry again, about the wine and the shirt situation, I mean” you continue, cringing at the thought. “That? Honestly, don’t worry about it” he says. “Wait, is that why you’ve been avoiding me? Because you were embarrassed?” he says, relief washing over his face. “Yeah, obviously. I was one-hundred-percent sure you were going to tell me we should just stay friends after all that, and I didn’t want to hear that, so I’ve tried my best to avoid it all night” you admit. “No, I’ve been thinking we need to try again, without the pressure, somewhere more casual than the place Tito picked” he says. “What did you have in mind?” you say shyly, feeling bad for ignoring him all night. “I don’t know, maybe I could cook for you or something” he says and you can’t help but laugh, “I mean, I’d love a home cooked meal, but I’ve heard rumours about your abilities in the kitchen, so maybe we could order takeout” you tease. “You’ll give me another chance then?” he says, “yes, but If anyone needs a second chance it’s me” you laugh.

[violetleaves]

filming: season one, during the week of episode seven time: varies location: on set! inspired by: this song. a weston nichols self para because i can’t stop writing wes content. for @lovekilling​

                 comparison is killin’ me slowly. i think i think too much. ‘bout kids who don’t know me. i’m so sick of myself.                      rather be anyone else. but jealousy, jealousy                                                                       started following me

          wes has always adamantly declared that he’s never hated anyone, but as of recently, he’s begun to let a bit of malice fester as he watches the way jordan and charlotte seemingly grow closer with one another. things between himself and charlotte have been fine, they’ve been casual, just as wes had intended. off camera around others, he’s shy and awkward, offering an occasional hello to charlotte and her friends and attempting to stand beside her each time at end of day when notes are given out to the cast. on camera by her side, he’s better than he’s ever been, delivering lines with a certain gusto that and has them wrapping after just one take. and when they’re alone, he’s a nervous wreck, stumbling through sentences and laughing at his own stupidity until the moment their lips collide, and then he’s in total bliss. he shouldn’t let jordan’s actions get to him when he’s pretty certain that the one who truly holds charlotte’s heart is himself, but he can’t help it. he made them casual, and charlotte is living up to that expectation. wes doesn’t know for sure if there’s anything intimate going on between them, but he suspects, especially when jordan asks him advice for how to win charlotte over every once in a while. wes has managed to avoid going through with the running lines offer he’d made the previous week, but the comment, as cruel as it had meant to be, has jordan thinking that they’re closer than wes would ever want to be with him.

there’s a bit of pressure on him ( self inflicted pressure ) to act like a cool guy, like he doesn’t care that charlotte might be messing around with him, and no one knows about the romantics that have been going down between himself and charlotte, so there’s an added layer of protection on top of the pressure. so when jordan approaches him insisting: “you guys are close friends, right? you know what charlotte likes! what should i do to impress her?!” wes’ emotions are a mixed bag. part of him wants to undermine the other male, send him on wild goose chases trying to lock charlotte down that will inevitably lead to anything between them crashing and burning -- but the other part of him is aware of what he’s gotten himself into, even though charlotte brings him more joy than he ever thought he would experience, her happiness trumps his on any occasion and that he knows if jordan is who charlotte would prefer ( which he’s not, definitely not, wes thinks -- he can’t be ), he needs to let her go. he has to let her be happy. 

one moment however, it’s nearly impossible for wes to stop himself from sabotaging. it’s only because he believes that if the other boy truly cares about charlotte the way he’s trying to make it seem to everyone, he should know this by now. they’re almost finished filming episode seven, a very lakynn heavy episode, and charlotte is in front of the camera absolutely slaying it beside her co-star emilia. wes is entranced, as he always is when he watches her deliver her lines in a way he never imagined them being read, and he’s rudely interrupted when jordan tugs on the sleeve of his jacket for attention, pulling him to the side to ask him something. talking to jordan ever is the last thing he wants to be doing, but while charlotte’s filming? he’s even more irritated.

       “so lottie and i have a date tonight,” jordan reveals, causing wes’ blood to boil beneath his skin. he and charlotte haven’t even had a real date yet. “and i wanna get her flowers, but i’m worried roses might be too much. whaddaya think? you think she loves roses? girls love roses.”

wes doesn’t mean for his fists to be balled at his sides, but they unconsciously are, and his head is swirling with negative thoughts about the other boy, as if jordan is aware of the relationship between himself and charlotte and should just back the fuck off. but he doesn’t know, and he won’t know, and wes has to play cool guy again, play charlotte’s friend, play pretend. “oh yeah, roses are great.” wes lies, vividly picturing the door to her bedroom scattered with photographs of sunflowers, and her trailer sporting a fake pot of them. roses are not great, but if jordan doesn’t already know about her sunflower fascination, he’s not about to tell him. “you should definitely go for roses. red ones too, i mean, if you really like her.” 

apparently jordan does really like her, and red roses it is, right in front of his face at the end of filming that day. he’s had them delivered, and before the two of them take off together he hands them off and wes is subjected to watch her grin widely and accept the flowers while he waits for danny to come and whisk him away. part of him is certain that the smile on her face was a fake one, but he can’t be entirely sure, and that’s why wes knows that he can do better, he will do better, because he remembers the sunflowers, and the yellow accents all throughout her spaces. he’s been thinking about getting her sunflowers for longer than jordan probably has even thought about asking her on this supposed date. he knows charlotte better, even if they spend more time with their lips pressed against each other than they do talking, wes thinks he knows her. at least more than shouldigetherroses jordan. 

the very next day wes decides he’ll one-up the other boy. he orders flowers too, but instead of giving them to her in front of everyone, he secretly enlists the help of jack to get them into her trailer. he almost asks emilia, but for some reason he thinks she might question his intentions considering she had just received a bouquet yesterday. jack, wes thinks, is more likely to go with the flow -- possibly gossip about him with his roommates later, but perhaps in a lighthearted way, like: oh lottie, you’ve got two boys swooning over you, how on earth are you ever supposed to choose? jack is thrilled to contribute, and by the end of the day there’s a large orange and white polka-dotted vase displaying a gorgeous array of fresh, bright sunflowers. attached to the vase is a yellow sticky note, and in chicken-scratch, boyish handwriting, wes has written:

there are too many songs about sunflowers. but i might just write one more. -your biggest fan.

[theworldofotps]

First Christmas Home

Pairing: Jordan Devlin x OC Rose

Word Count: 1,285

Description: Jordan takes Rose home for the first time which also happens to be their first Christmas together.

A very happy birthday to @writtingrose I know it’s like right before Christmas and I finished this before hand but I wanted to save it for your birthday. I hope you have an incredible day today. You deserve it, you make the world just a lil brighter. I love you!!

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"Come on banphrionsa let's go."(princess) 

Jordan smiles waiting for Rose to step off the plane so they could go get their luggage. They had just landed in Ireland, this was their first Christmas as a couple and he really wanted to spend it with her and his family. Rose quickly walks down the steps over to Jordan who takes her hand so they don't get separated. The pair make their way inside the airport and after getting their luggage out to the car Jordan's parents had left for him. Getting the key from under the wheel well Jordan unlocks the car putting their bags in the car. Holding her door he waits till Rose is securely inside then closes his door going round to the driver side and gets in.

"We'll go to my apartment first, we're supposed to have dinner with my parents tonight. Then we're spending tomorrow and Christmas day with them."

"I'm a bit nervous if I'm honest, what if I say something silly?" 

"Then we'll all get to have a good laugh about it, everything will be okay darlin I promise."

Taking the back of her hand Jordan places a kiss to it as he pulls out of the lot driving thirty-five minutes to Bray from the Dublin airport. Rose smiles listening to him point out different places the closer they get to Bray. 

“Why babe, Ireland is so beautiful how could you ever want to leave here?”

“I wanted to chase my dreams and leaving home helped me achieve that, sure I miss it a lot when I can’t come back but the visits always make up for it. Besides if I wouldn’t have left home we never would have met and I wouldn’t trade meetin ya for any ting in the world.” 

“You really are cheeky today aren’t you?” 

Jordan winks at her and chuckles to himself at her blush soon coming to the welcome to Bray sign Jordan launches into great detail about everything. Pointing to places he visited as a kid and hung out a lot growing up. They soon pull into the parking lot of his apartment getting out Jordan grabs their bags and leads Rose inside and up to his apartment. Having her fish the keys from his pocket Rose ignores his cheeky comment and opens the door.

“Wow, I didn’t know the Irish Ace had such great taste in decor.”

Rose smiles, taking her suitcase and following Jordan through a tour of the apartment.

“And finally the place where the magic will happen tonight, the master bedroom.” 

“Mind if I use the shower before we go to meet your parents?" 

"That their child can't manage time like always duh.”

"I don't mind long as I can join you."

 ~

"I can't believe we're going to be late! My first time meeting your parents and we're late for dinner."

Rose fusses trying to fix her hair in the mirror as Jordan drives them to his parents.

"Only by ten minutes don't worry I sent a text to my mum, I told her we were running a little late. She said it was fine, calm down banphrionsa everything is going to be fine."(princess)

Shaking her head, Rose sets her bag down and makes her way to the bathroom peeking inside she hums. 

"This is such a bad first impression Jordan, what are they gonna think?" 

Jordan chuckles kissing the back of her hand driving the rest of the distance to his parents home. Parking he turns the car off and looks at Rose, taking her hands in his face he smiles softly at her. It wasn't often his smile didn't hold some mischief or double meaning. But this one was genuine and really helped to calm her down a little. 

"No matter what happens in here it's not going to change anything between us. My parents are going to adore you almost as much as I do."

Pressing a kiss to her lips Jordan pulls away getting out and going round to her door. Well here went nothing.

~

"Jordan love why didn't you have us meet her the last time she was out? She's wonderful."

“We had only been together a few weeks mum, it was way too soon to ask her to meet you."

Rose smiles sipping her drink listening to Jordan and his mother go back and forth. The night in her book had been a success which she was thankful for. Jordan's parents really seemed to like her and she had heard as well as seen so many stories and pictures of Jordan from his childhood. He was absolutely adorable and had even been a mischievous boy back then. 

His mother winks walking off into the kitchen, Jordan chuckles standing from the table and offering his hand to Rose. 

"Come on let's go for a walk before they start bringing out more pictures."

“I'm having a wonderful time, your parents are great and I feel a lot better then I did before we came here. I'm very happy you asked me to come here with you." 

"Regardless I hope you bring her back to see us again, Rose it's been wonderful to have you here. And Jordan make sure you don't let this one go."

Rose giggles taking his hand and following behind him out the front door after Jordan calls out to let his parents know. Getting dressed the pair walk out into the snow slowly making their way down the sidewalk.

She smiles as they walk lightly kicking snow up with their feet, it was quite apart from their footsteps. An the moon hanging brightly overhead gave a good amount of light to see where they were going and to make the snow sparkle.

"I kinda second what your mother said in there." 

"Good because I love you and it would be awkward if you didn't enjoy being with me." 

"About you being wonderful or about me keeping you?"

Jordan chuckles as he wraps his arm around her shoulders pulling her close to help keep her warm.

“Well both but about keeping me."

Rose looks up at him watching his face.

"I already planned on keeping you darlin, I'm not letting you go so I hope you're happy."

"I am, I love being with you." 

"Are you enjoying yourself lass?" 

“Wait, you what?" 

Rose stops looking at Jordan who smiles rocking on his heels, that wasn't how he wanted to say he loved her for the first time it just slipped out.

"That you are the loveliest woman I have ever met, nobody has ever made me feel as you do. I am the luckiest man alive to have you as my own and I'm finding myself in love with you." 

"And what's that?"

Roses whispers, her heart was pounding in her chest as she waited for him to speak. 

“I love you, that's why I brought you here not just to celebrate Christmas. I wouldn't have brought ya to meet my parents if I didn't love you. It just affirmed what I already knew." 

Jordan says as his hand gently cups her face she didn't say anything for a moment but he assumed she was happy given the smile slowly crossing her face. Rose places her hand over his and pulls him closer by his coat then stands on her tiptoes pressing a kiss to his lips. 

"I'm in love with you."

She whispers as Jordan captures her lips in a deeper kiss, everything in this moment felt right. She didn't care what tomorrow would bring, or what laid ahead. All she cared about was this point in time with him and how it was pretty much perfect.

[filmadaydiary]

1/22/21 to 1/23/21

Marvel Part 3

This is the biggest chunk of the films by a bit, and a lot happens in here. I think there are four origin stories, and there’s even a sequel to one of those origins within the same group. A LOT happens, and in general things have been settled into a comfortable formula. And yet here we have some new directors, a lot of new characters, and some new takes on old favorites. Now that the MCU is so established, it seems people were more comfortable taking risks with these stories, and I think it pays off in audience satisfaction. Also, yes, we did watch seven movies in two days. What can I say? We’re good kids staying locked down.

1/22/21

Ant-Man – Peyton Reed, 2015

I’m very disappointed that this could have been an Edgar Wright movie. It comes so close, with the way Luis tells his stories and the structure of the final battle between the two tiny men. And yet it is definitely not Edgar Wright. It’s a pretty basic superhero origin story. That being said, Paul Rudd is a national treasure and absolutely carries this film. He is a delight to watch as the funny, clever lead, as he always is. He was made to be a quippy genius in a cool suit. Okay, that makes him sound like Iron Man. In a way, Ant-Man is Iron Man Lite. He’s not rich, he’s just an everyday guy. He is an engineer, but maybe not a genius. Most importantly, he’s genuinely funny, not rude, and he cares about his family. I do think the characterizations are what make this movie compelling, not the plot. It ties in very nicely to Civil War, and I enjoyed watching it directly before the epic crossover event. Having light-hearted characters with less worldly stakes keeps the MCU grounded and keeps superheroes from being too out of touch. 

Captain America: Civil War – Joe and Anthony Russo, 2016

I hesitate to say this, but I think this might be my favorite movie in the MCU. I can’t quite put my finger on why, because there are certainly more epic team-ups, and I hate when friends fight. And yet, I still love this film. One, you get Hawkeye in a non-Avengers event, which is always terribly exciting. Two, you get the character intros of some of the best characters ever (Spider-Man and Black Panther). And three, you get an intense debate about morals that actually gives you something to talk about after you leave the theater. It feels rare to have a superhero movie that doesn’t have morals hitting you over the head with righteousness and love. This movie really makes you think about control and consequences. And I love a movie that makes you think. I’m also slightly biased because I had a great premiere experience, I got to see an early screening and the exclusivity made it more exciting too. It pulls on a lot of existing threads within the MCU and brings the conflict to a head in a spectacular way. 

1/23/21

Spider-Man: Homecoming – Jon Watts, 2017

The stand-out role in Civil War, seeing Spider-Man on the big screen under Disney’s purview was certainly a treat. I appreciate that they didn’t go for yet another Peter Parker origin story, instead jumping in after he’s already become Spider-Man. We all know the story of the radioactive spider bite by now, so getting to see Spider-Man grow as a friendly neighborhood guy is delightful. It’s a high school coming-of-age movie that happens to feature superheroes. The stakes are brought down to a relatable level. Asking out the girl he likes is just as important as catching the bad guy, perhaps even more so. Tom Holland is the absolutely perfect casting choice, capturing both being an awkward teenager and being a web-slinging badass. And Tony Stark gets the opportunity to right his wrongs and step up to be a father figure for someone who desperately needs one. I do wish we got to focus on Peter’s story a little more, instead of using him as a pawn to fulfill Tony’s character arc. But that’s a small criticism for an otherwise lovely movie.

Black Panther – Ryan Coogler, 2018

Black Panther rocked the world when it came out, and rightfully so. Here we have a Black superhero who brings a respectful version of African traditions to the big screen. The worldbuilding of Wakanda is spectacular, showing that this hidden nation knows more about technology than anyone else in the world. It flies in the face of negative stereotypes about African peoples and blends aspects of tribalism in without making them feel like tokens. I think I like the Dora Milaje the best, the squad of women warriors who protect the king. They are so strong and beautiful with their shaved heads and spears and I love them. After Black Panther’s introduction in Civil War, it was nice to go into this movie and see what he dealt with in the weeks after his father’s death. Once again, seeing things in chronological order helped clarify any confusion I had about the timeline of things when they came out months apart in theaters. T’Challa had a really rough couple of weeks in there. Oh, and Michael B. Jordan is also excellent in his role as Killmonger. It’s a great movie for so many reasons. 

Doctor Strange – Scott Derrickson, 2016

I feel like a lot of people don’t like this movie. It is true that Doctor Strange is a little bit like a discount Tony Stark, a man who thinks the rest of the world is below him because of his superior intellect. At least this movie has the decency to break him down to nothing before giving him ridiculous superpowers that serve to reaffirm that belief. I think this movie is fine. It’s definitely one of the more visually arresting films, which I always appreciate. On visuals alone, I’d pick this over something like Ant-Man or Thor 2. The concept is also relatively cool, making it seem like wizardry can be learned by anybody. However, it does feel out of place in the timeline. We’re getting close to the end of the line here, and all this movie does for the overarching plot is introduce the Time Stone. But while I think it’s a perfectly passable origin story, it doesn’t make sense here at this point in Phase 3 of the MCU. Plus Marvel didn’t really need another overpowered quippy white man. Again, this is a fun movie to watch, but for the first time in awhile, this is better on its own than in sequence.

Thor: Ragnarok – Taika Waititi, 2017

Taika Waititi is a creative genius and should be allowed to take over the entire film industry. What We Do in the Shadows is one of my favorite movies of all time and I’m so glad that he is now on the map and taking over the Thor franchise going forward. He took the goofy Thor we all know and love and turned up the humor without compromising character, adding in nods to the previous movies and the fans without offending anybody. To say nothing of Korg, arguably one of the best side characters we’ve seen in the MCU thus far. After seeing it for the first time on my birthday, my brother announced upon leaving the theater that this was his new favorite MCU movie. I do think that this ranks pretty highly for me. It makes Thor fun again. Plus it’s just a really good movie. Like it features characters we already know, and then uses characteristics we haven’t seen before to make them well-rounded and more interesting to watch. And it’s stylistically very well done too! The scene with Thor using his lightning and the flashback with the Valkyries and the fight on the rainbow bridge... It’s all so good. And I haven’t even mentioned Jeff Goldblum. There’s a very good reason my brother likes this movie so much. It’s because it’s excellent.

Ant-Man and the Wasp – Peyton Reed, 2018

Now, Thor: Ragnarok leads directly into Infinity War, so I do sort of wish we’d gone into that next. But it was more important for us to watch Infinity War and Endgame back to back, so we decided to throw the Ant-Man sequel in here. This movie is about what Ant-Man and his friends were up to immediately before the events of Infinity War, maybe even during, because he wasn’t in that movie. And it sets up some VERY important plot points for Endgame. It makes a lot of sense to release these in the order they did. This is still an okay movie, but it ultimately feels like filler. Which is a shame, because these are good characters. Paul Rudd is still a delight, and so is the supporting cast of thieves. At the end of the day, it does feel necessary to watch this movie at some point so that the other ones make sense, but it also doesn’t feel like it has much impact on its own. The villain is interesting enough, the dialogue is still snappy, but the most impactful part of the film is the end credits scene when you see the Pym family get dusted. It’s a preview of what’s to come, even more haunting if you know it’s coming. But the part of the movie that makes you sit up and pay attention should not be hidden away in the credits. 

[itsanerdlife]

Come Back to Me 20/20

Pairing: Clint Barton x Coulson’s Daughter!Reader

Warning: Angst. Drama. Struggles. Violence? Lying. Anger. Soul shattering ache in your chest. Self hate. Doubts. Plot twist!

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Everything slips right through his hands in the blink of an eye. Clint Barton can fix anything. World Ending? Save it. Bad Guys? Take ‘em out. The love of his life, his soul mate, forgetting their whole relationship? Fight even harder. She might not remember what they have. She might be confused, lost, scared, but it’ll be a cold day in hell if she thinks he’ll give up that easy. He’ll do anything he has too. Help her remember, or make her fall in love with him, all over again. But what if it’s not him that she’s getting close to this time? What if it’s a losing fight? Is he supposed to watch the woman he loves, fall for someone else? Like hell, is he letting that happen.

We’ve reached the end!!!

You step into a strange looking hallway. Storm and Charles lead you towards a room, the doors opened. Inside it’s more like a medical room, except it gives you a cold chill down your spine. It definitely wasn’t Med Bay, that was clear.

“I’ll have you get up on here.” Storm puts out a hand, helping you up on the table. “Lie back and relax.” She instructs.

“Is this going to hurt?” You wonder.

“You won’t feel anything.” Charles assures you.

“Shuri said the same thing. Woke up with a headache from hell.” You mutter. Storm giggles softly, before clearing her throat, she brushes your hair back. Placing taps on your temples and slipping a heart monitor on your finger.

“Just to make sure you’re stable.” She nods.

“Okay.” You swallow.

“It might feel, strange.” She warns you.

“I lost my memories from banging my head against a Vibranium arm, I got my brain healed by Vibranium tech, I’ve been living with a man I’m in love with and can’t remember.” You smile at her softly.

“So you’re used to strange.” She smiles.

“I’m pretty sure it’s normal at this point.” You shrug.

“Your brain is healed, but you’re still not remembering?” Charles wonders.

“Nothing. I have pieces from over time, but I’m still missing chunks of time.” You sigh.

“Just relax and let me see if there is anything I can do to help.” Charles nods.

You nod, relaxing into the table, letting your eyes fall shut. It is a strange feeling in the back of your mind, like you can’t focus. As if someone else is poking through your memories. You start to flush as time skips through the last four months, visions of you and Clint.

It doesn’t feel like long, before like you’re back in the drivers seat. Storm slowly peels the tabs off you, removing the heart monitor. When you sit up, your head swims. 

“Careful.” Charles warns you. Your head shakes.

“I still, I don’t remember.” You press your lips together.

“All your memories are there. I’ve pushed them as close to the surface as I can without harming you. Your brain just has to accept them.” He explains. But it does nothing for the weight on your chest, the letdown.

“So, I’m still not me.” You nod slowly.

“The brain is a very delicate organ.” Storm tries.

“I’ve heard the speech before. Thank you for trying. I should get home, or to the tower.” You slip off the table.

“Y/N we should,” Charles tries.

“I’m fine. Thank you, professor. I appreciate you trying. But it’s been four months, I need to let the people who love me move on with their lives.” You nod. You move between Storm and Charles, heading for the door. 

----- 

“How does she just disappear?!” Clint throws his hands up, pacing the living room.

“She’ll turn up.” Steve assures him.

“I’ve been to all her favorite places. Nothing.” Nat jogs off the elevator.

“I checked all the flights and all her alias.” Tony sits back on the couch.

“She’s not in the tower.” Peter and Bucky step off the elevator next.

“So we have no idea where she is?!” Clint snaps. 

“We’ll find her.” Sam tries.

They’re waiting, for anything. A phone call, a text, an alert. The elevator dings and she’s stepping off, looking rather a wrecked. She stops, looking up to find all of them staring at her.

“Bit much, don’t you think?” Her eyes flick around the room.

“I woke up and you were gone!? You’re lucky I don’t have a missing persons report on you!” He snaps.

“Well don’t bother. Look we need to talk.” She sighs.

“Where did you go?” He swallows.

“To see Charles.” She nods. “Before you flip the fuck out. It didn’t work. It was my last chance, the last shot in the dark.” She shakes her head, jaw clenched.

“You went to see him, you didn’t think to talk to me?”

“No I didn’t! You want to know why!? Because you plan to put your life on hold waiting around for me! You’re all just waiting around for me to catch up! I’m not going to, it’s clear I’m not supposed to remember.” Her shoulders drop, the fight gone from her.

“You don’t know that.” He tries.

“It’s been four months Clint! I’ve tried everything. So I’m going to do the one thing I know none of us want to try.” She sighs.

“What?” Bucky asks, his voice trembles with fear.

“I’m going to leave. I’m going to let you all carry on, and I’m going to start over. Figure out who I am, without making everyone of you wait. Where I don’t make you stop doing things, putting off plans you have, because we’re not on the same page anymore.”

“No. No.” Clint shakes his head. “I won’t. You leave, I’m still going to sit here. Waiting for you to remember. For you to come the fuck home like you’re supposed to!”

“I’m not coming home. I’m not the girl you were trying to marry. I don’t know her.” She shrugs. “It’s not fair for you to give up what you want, because I can’t remember.” She runs a hand through her hair.

“You really think that’s a big deal? Me, giving up what? Avenging? Waiting to marry you? You think I give a damn about carrying on with my life, if you’re gone?” He steps towards her.

“Don’t.” She pleads.

“You really think any of us are just going to carry on? You think what, there’s a place on this earth you can hide from us? That we won’t, fuck them, that I won’t find you and drag you back, kicking and screaming if I have too?” He lifts a brow, stepping towards her again.

“What do you want from me!? I don’t remember us! What fucking life is that for you?!” She asks, her hands come out, attempting to push him back. He brush it off and steps into her personal space. “Why would you want that?” She asks softer. Her brow pinching together. 

“Because at the end of the day I always want you. I told you not to say goodbye. You don’t get to walk out like this.” He shakes his head. Her chest rises and falls quickly, she swallows hard. He watches her blink rapidly. “Babe?” His brow pulls in.

“Something’s wrong.” Her mouth barely moves. She lets out a shaky breathe, his hands grab her sides as she sways on shaky legs. She slumps into him, her eyes rolling back in her head, as she goes limp.

“What the fuck?” Bucky moves helping him shift her, without letting her hit the ground in his awkward hold on her body.

“Tell T’Challa to turn around!” Nat orders. Steve is fumbling for his phone.

“I’ll call Charles.” Peter jumps over the coffee table, grabbing for his bag, looking for his phone.

“Head to Med Bay. Strange is coming in hot.” Tony orders. Clint scoops her up, adjusting her. Bucky minds her head as they head for the elevator.

“What the fuck did Charles do, Peter?” Bucky growls.

“No idea.” Peter is wide eyed and panicked. 

------ 

You shift, on something soft. Your eyes manage to open, slightly groggy. You’re staring at Med Bay ceiling, confused. Your head rolls to the side, you sit up quickly.

“Whoa. Easy, doll.” Bucky puts a hand up.

“Bucky!” You throw yourself into his arms.

“Um. Missed you too.” He chuckles, hugging you.

“Y/N?” Peter watches you cautiously.

“Boy Genius.” You grin, untangling yourself from Bucky you’re stepping across the hospital bed and jumping on Peter. He laughs.

“Damn it’s good to hear you call me that.” He hugs you tightly.

“Wait.” You pull back. Looking around the room. “Where’s Clint?” You look at Nat.

“Trying to understand.” She smiles.

“Do you remember?” Strange watches you.

“I’m fine. I have something I have to do.” You grin, pushing Peter out of your way. 

“We should run some tests!” Strange calls as you try to run out of the room.

“Later. It’s super, super important.” You grin back at them as you run out of the room. You step on the elevator, grinning as you hit for the floor you need.

When the doors open, you look out at the landing pad. Rains coming down quickly, Clint stands just on the edge of the covering.

“I wake up, and everyone else is there, but you.” You step out of the elevator. His head drops. “I need to talk to you.” You smiles softly to yourself as you move towards him.

“I thought you said all you needed to say?” He sighs.

“Did I?” You shrug, coming to stop a short ways behind him. “You going to marry me Marc or do I gotta keep waiting for you to ask?” You grin. His head comes up fast, spinning on a dime. Wide grey blue eyes, the color of the storming sky, watch you.

“What did you call me?” He grins.

“You deaf now Marc?” You laugh. “Got my memories back.” You roll your eyes up, smirking. Popping a shoulder, sassy like.

“Holy fuck.” He laughs, closing the space between the two of you. He grabs the back of your head with one hand, the other wraps around your waist. The best feeling of Clint’s lips on yours, excitement and joy rip through your chest. You laugh pulling away.

“You didn’t answer me.” Your hands on his chest. “You going to marry me or what?” You smile at him.

“Yeah, yeah I am. I got a ring and a plan and fuck it all. Marry me?” He laughs.

“Finally.” You laugh, reaching up to press a kiss on his lips.

“That’s a yes right?” He pulls back looking down at you.

“Yes.” You laugh. He pulls you in, hugging you tightly.

“Stay away from Bucky’s arm for the rest of our lives.” He kisses the top of your head. You laugh, nodding.

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[plomujio]

Deserter part 2

Abby and the others were gone for weeks when I suddenly heard some soldiers calling their names. I sighed of relief and I headed for them. After opening the door of my workshop I saw all of them alive and I joined them. I approached them and I met Abby's eyes. She seemed exhausted.

"Mi mejor amiga ! "

Manny hugged me by surprise. I hugged him back and I saw Mel who seemed angry so I asked her what's wrong.

"Mel are you alright ?"

Mel looked at me and I saw that she wanted to say something but she held her sentence back.

"I'm fine. Just a little tired. I go to sleep."

"I will join you after." Said Owen.

I left Manny and then I hugged Abby who was quiet and awkward. She hugged me too.

"I'm glad you're fine. What happened out there ?"

"I will tell you inside. I need a cup of coffee."

"Oh ? Right sorry."

Abby and I left Jordan, Nora and Manny and we went to the cafeteria. I went and got her a cup of coffee and I offered her the coffee. I sat in front of her and she started drinking her coffee while I was eating my bagel.

"So ?"

"I found him and his brother while I was attacked by a horde of infected, they helped me and then I brought them to the chalet where the others were. I shot him and then Mel took care of him and I tortured him but then a girl entered in the room. She was from Jackson too. She was screaming and begging me to spare him but I did it anyway. Then the others wanted to kill her and his brother but Owen and I stopped them."

"Awesome." I murmured.

"And now we're here."

"And Mel ? Why does she seem angry ?"

"She didn't approved how I managed the situation."

"That's understanding. She's a doctor, she doesn't torture people, she heals them."

"Yeah well she wanted to kill the girl and Joel's brother so I don't think that she has the right to be angry at me."

"Really ? That doesn't seem like Mel."

"She kills Scars every day but all of you are considering her like a saint."

"That's right. You think the girl will try to avenge Joel ?"

"I don't think so."

"And his brother ?"

"Nope."

"Good !"

I heard someone approaching us so I turned over and I saw Jordan.

"What's up Jordan ?"

"Isaac wants you to go to the hospital with Nora and others for cleaning it and taking all of the medical stuff that you could found."

"Okay. Tell Nora I'm coming. I have to take some stuff in room."

"Okay I'll tell her."

"Thanks Jordan."

He gave me a wink and he left us.

"The hospital ? Why does we need more medical stuff ?"

"We always need medical stuff Abby."

"Yeah but we never clean the hospital for a reason it's because it's the epicentre of the epidemic, it's dangerous."

"Yeah that's why we clean the upper floors, we're not stupid Abby, It's not because it's an order coming from Isaac that we will go risking our lives."

"Just be careful. Alright ?"

"I will be."

I stood up and I left Abby. I opened the door and I went to my room to take a bag with some food and clothes. It will take time to clean the hospital certainly days and I went outside for joining Nora. I saw her in the car with others soldiers.

"We are waiting for you."

"Well I'm here."

I got in the car on the passenger seat next to Nora. She drove and I put some music.

__________________________3 days after____________________________

I was carrying boxes when I heard a noise coming from behind me. I put the boxes on the ground and I drew my gun. Lately intruders entered on our territory and killed some of our soldiers so I am wary. I waited for the person and then I heard boxes falling. I turned around and I saw Abby. I could see a mark on her neck.

"Abby ?"

"Zoya ?"

"What are you doing here ? And what happened to you ?"

"That's a long story and I don't have time. I need medical stuff."

She offered me a list where I could see that they were medical stuff writing on it. It seems to be Mel's handwriting.

"Why do you need that ?"

"I can't tell you. I'm sorry."

"Abby."

She looked at me in silence so I gave up.

"I'm sorry but all of the medical stuff that you want is already on the way to Isaac. I can't help you."

"You are sure that there is no more medical stuff on this list that is staying in this hospital ?"

"Well, I know that in the below levels there is medical stuff who is staying certainly the one who are on your list, but you said it yourself it's the epicentre of the epidemic. I don't know what you will found there."

"I need this stuff. I have to go. Thanks."

"Wait !"

I took her hand and I looked at her.

"Who's hurt ?"

"I don't have time."

"You're losing time in not telling me what happened."

"You will certainly think I'm crazy but it's a Scar."

I release her hand and I tried to assimilate what she was saying to me.

"His name is Lev. He and his sister Yara saved me from the others Scars and Yara is hurt badly. I need medical stuff for her. Mel and Owen are with them at the aquarium, Mel will operate on her."

"Then go. You don't have time for talking."

Abby smiled at me and then she took back her list and she started leaving the room.

"If you want, you can join us at the aquarium when you'll have finished."

"I'll be there."

"Good."

She smiled and I smiled back and then she left the room and she went to the isolation rooms. I kept cleaning the last boxes that I had, for at least half an hour when I felt a knife under my neck. I raised my hands and I heard her talking.

"Where is Abby ?"

"Take this knife out of my neck and maybe I'll tell you."

"Okay."

She removed her knife and she turned back and I saw her aiming her gun on me.

"Where is she ?"

"Who are you ?"

She approached her gun from my head and she grumbled.

"Last chance."

"Answer me and I'll answer you."

"That's not how it's work. I'm the one with the gun on your head so your answer me or I'll blew your fucking brain out."

With my foot I pushed her hard and she fell on the ground. I had time to take my gun so I aimed at her forehead and she has her gun on my forehead too.

"Now I can blew your fucking brain out too. The difference is that you want an information when I just want to kill you so what will stop me to do it ?"

"Listen. I just need to know where is Abby. I don't care about anyone else."

"Really ? Then why are my friends dead ? You are the intruder, you killed a lot of our soldiers and you say that you are here only for Abby ?"

"They were in my way."

"Well you're in way too."

"I will have time to kill you, you know."

"So what ? I don't care if I die, at least I would have protected people I love."

"She deserves this after what she did and I won't stop until she's dead."

I thought about what she was saying and I finally understand but while I was thinking she punched me in the face with her gun and I fell against the wall. She disarmed me and she knelt in front of me.

"Now we can talk. Where is Abby ?"

She put her gun against my neck.

"Go to hell Ellie."

I saw her being unsettled. She was clearly not ready that I use her name.

"How do you know my name ?"

"I know that Abby killed Joel Miller and you seem really upset about his death. I know that are immune and that Joel took you out of the hospital after he killed a bunch of people."

She seemed shocked and I tried to catch my gun but she twisted my arm.

"You're a Firefly ?"

"Yeah. I was there this day with my sister. I hid but my sister didn't. He was shooting anything that moves, she took a stray bullet and she died. Then I saw him getting out with you in his arms."

"But you didn't try to avenge your sister ?"

"Why would I ? Abby was there and I thank her everyday for killing him.

To be totally honest it's a total liar and I only said that for destabilized her. I loved my sister and she loved me but when she died I didn't find the necessity to murder her killer. I'm not like Abby and I don't think that this is what my sister would have wanted. I think it's also not what her father would have wanted but it's Abby choice not Jerry. I saw her flinch and I took her knife and I put it into her shoulder. She grumbled and she took it off and then she looked at me. I probably look miserable but I don't give a fuck. I'm gonna die and nobody is here to save me.

"You all deserve what is happening to you. If you don't want to tell where she is then it's okay I know that Nora is here too, maybe she tell me where Abby is. I didn't want to hurt you at first because you didn't do anything to him but I changed my mind."

"You are easily irritable but you have to know something Abby will come to you if you do this."

"Good."

I saw her taking her knife and I tried to struggle but she was holding my head she slowly pulled her knife in my throat and I started crying because of the pain. She pulled her knife out and I tried to breathe but I couldn't. I looked at her in distress but I just heard her saying three words.

"You deserve this."

_________________________Abby's Pov_____________________________

I was going back up when I suddenly saw bloody footprints. I drew my gun and I followed the footprints. After a while I noticed that the footprints were leading to the room where Zoya was before. I slowly approached the room and I opened the door and I saw her. She was laying on the ground. She has been stabbed in the throat. I knelt next to her and I tried to feel her pulse in her wrist even if I know that this was useless because she was already dead.

"No...no... I'm so sorry..."

I looked next to her and I saw that she has wrote something on the ground with her blood. I moved my head for reading what she wrote.

"JOEL

GIRL

CAREFUL"

I stood up and I closed her eyes.

"I will avenge you."

And then I left the room and I joined Lev who didn't understand what happened. After I will have save Yara, I will go kill her and nothing could ever stop me.

[syndianites]

How do you feel about Wag/Steve/Martha as a ship? Have any headcanons for them?

I think it’s a good ship! Though, to be fair, I was mostly excited at having a poly ship.

From the standpoint of the series itself, the relationship is a little... dubious? Because, yeah, Martha and Wag flirted. And yeah, Martha and Steve were engaged. But there was that awkward, unsure territory where Steve wasn’t around (Because his actor just. Vanished), and we didn’t ever get to see any ironing out of the relationship.

So I’m sure a lot of people took it as “Oh, since Steve is gone Martha moved on to Wag.” And then there was the breaking of the engagement, then there was the finale, etc etc.

Now, ignoring all of that, the relationship would have been so sweet to see :v

Wag and Steve have such different vibes, and it was lovely to see Martha have two dependable people by her side.

Now, for head canons

-Wag and Steve were somewhat hostile at first, before they got the poly part worked out.

-Wag and Steve don’t like each other romantically, both like Martha romantically, and Martha likes them both romantically.

-Wag sometimes gets insecure about how he fits into the relationship, but he doesn’t like to admit when he does. This leads to him trying to dance around the subject of asking if he’s a valued part of the relationship and joking about it. Steve and Marta pick up on the signs after a while, and when it happens they find time to talk- usually over a group relax session- and help assure Wag that he’s loved.

-Steve can get upset about feeling second place to Martha. Not in a “I should be the most important” way, but in a “If it came down to it, and she had to choose, would she pick me?” He’s a bit more forward about how he’s feeling, normally taking a moment to talk to Martha about it privately. Martha tells him that she would refuse to choose between them, and that both are first in her heart.

-Martha gets worried that she’ll lose one of them. She already felt lucky to have Steve, having Wag by her side too? Among other things, she’s afraid one will leave or get pushed away by all the struggles she has as a demigod. Though she tries not to, she’ll get a bit clingy during this time. She’ll feel bad about taking up their time, but each take it in stride and do their best to make sure she knows how much they care about her.

-Once they finally make it official between themselves, they make no effort to announce it. First of all, there’s the fear of intolerance from the people around them. Hell, Helgrind already doesn’t like things that stray from his doctrine. When any of the townspeople ask, they give mixed answers.

-Steve gives a non-committal shrug or a vague answer

   (”Hey, I think Martha is cheating on you with the wizard Waglington.”

   ”Alright.”)

-Wag gives a cryptic answer or just a bizarre one.

   (”Hey, you know Martha is in a relationship with Steve, right?”

   ”Aren’t we all?”)

-Martha gives the person a smile and a laugh.

   (”What do you think you’re doing with two men hanging off your arms? They won’t stick around when they find out what you’re doing.”

   ”They’ll be fine.”)

-Martha calls Steve and Wag “her boys”

-Dates are typically done one on one, though sometimes they take a private one with all three of them together.

-Despite the rough start, Steve and Wag get along well.

-Steve doesn’t mind helping Wag out with spells and magic, since he’s done his best to keep up with Martha’s for so long.

-Wag keeps trying to find ways to help around Steve’s farm that involves magic.

-Sometimes Steve and Wag take some trips together. Doesn’t matter what the goal is, who really benefits out of it, they just want to make an effort to get to know each other better.

-They still clash, of course. Most of the time, it’s not about Martha. Sometimes it’s about the farm, or about Wag always leaving the bed a mess, or about Steve being too rough, or about whatever is going down in Dagrun at the moment.

-When it is about Martha, they usually yell it out, take a breather, and force themselves to sit down and work it out. It makes Martha happy to see them put in the effort to stay on good terms, and it makes them happier to be living with someone they can agree with.

-Wag stays up late and sleeps late. Getting him into bed early either involves Martha sweet talking him into it or Steve just picking him up and holding him on the bed.

-Steve can, will, and has always gotten up early. Farm work requires constant maintenance, so he has to be up with the sun.

-Martha always gives Steve a sleepy kiss when he gets up to do work. She’ll get up a couple hours later and makes tea or coffee for herself.

-Steve normally cooks. He’s the best at it and generally he’s the most awake to make breakfast. Nothing beats some farm fresh food.

-Martha can cook, but they all agree Steve’s can’t be beat. She doesn’t mind taking over meals to help out when he’s tired or has cooked too many days in a row.

-Wag is banned from the kitchen. He’s allowed to make sandwiches, or other non-cooking required meals, but that’s it. He tries to get creative, so he either burns the food, makes it inedible, or attempts to use magic on it with disastrous results. He’s allowed to help, though, with supervision.

-(Wag thinks their cooking methods are boring, but concedes nonetheless)

-Wag is the most vocally affectionate. He speaks loving words like he breathes air. He also speaks them to Steve, who appreciates them.

-Steve is physically affectionate. He’ll ruffle air, pat you on the arm, give you a side hug, lay a kiss on your forehead, and so on. Words are not his strongest point, but he is fond of pet names.

-Martha likes simple, small shows of affection. Hand holding, that sweet smile her boys get when they think she isn’t looking, when they do small things for her like get her a cup of tea or lay a blanket over her. She’s also fond of flowers, and takes to planting the ones they give her around the house.

-Martha is the most protective of the bunch. She won’t usually make a scene, but she gets the overly polite, curt way of interacting you see on retail-workers who are just a little bit done with the situation. If she actually gets in a fight, though, she’ll protect her boys to the end.

-Steve is the most likely to beat someone up for the other two. Give ‘em a right rumble. Normally he can get away with intimidating people, so he doesn’t usually have to go that far.

-Wag just messes with whoever gets too up in their business. A small spell here and the person starts to bock like a chicken. Or speaks backwards. Or goes cross-eyed. All temporary of course, but enough to make the person back off.

-Martha and Wag both enjoy being carried by Steve.

-Steve smells like hay and honey and they love it. No, Wag doesn’t like Steve like that, but it’s calming to sleep next to Steve with the heavy weight of his arm across Wag’s waist and the smell of hay. Martha agrees.

-Martha smells like paper and vanilla. Whenever she visits Ianite, she comes back smelling like lavender. She’s not too fond of that, though, because it makes her feel like her mom.

-Wag smells like an unscented candle and dust. He claims it’s from all the spells he uses, but the other two know it’s because he often takes an impromptu nap when trying out new spells or rituals.

-Steve and Martha like to spend time together sitting on the porch either talking, reading, or just sitting together.

-Wag and Martha like to spend time together in the library pouring through books and reading about magic.

-The first person to figure out about their relationship is Jordan, and he doesn’t realize he figured it out until about two hours after he saw Steve and Wag taking Martha out on a date.

-Jordan, of course, asks the others if they knew and they look at him like he grew a second head.

-Tom is the first to ask about it, going to Steve.

   (”Are you, Martha, and Wag in a relationship?”

   “About time you noticed.”“

   “Actually, Jordan noticed.”)

-Tiem Reester accepts it immediately, and Ianite and Dianite are happy for them. Tom and Jordan don’t really care, Sonja is overjoyed for Martha, and Tucker shrugs it off.

-When the finale happens, well, I guess Martha’s nightmare became a reality :)

Thanks for reading all the way through! If you guys want to hear about any other ships, or want to ask any specific things about this one, my ask box is open!

Have a good one y’all =)