#maybe Ava Lily (was that her name?)
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Voting Starts Jan 1st 2024
There's still time to add your suggestions to the vote, to find the top 100 females to goon to. Nominations must be well known, ie people would be aware of Googling this person to goon to etc to make them eligible to goon material. Your friend may be hot etc but no one will be able to goon to her if she can't be found. Other than that, anything else goes. Real or fictional, current era or from past era etc. Maybe later on we'll do a hot friend contest...
Here is a list of all current nominations put forward over the last 24 hours. If want other names to be entered, DM me @100-sexiest and I'll add them. And then come the new year, polls will open to find the most goonable goon fuel possible!
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Current Nominations
Addison Rae
Alena Shishkova
Alexa Bliss
Alexis Ren
Alice Delish
Alla Bruletova
Amara Cordova
Amber Heard
Amelie Zilber
Amouranth
Amy Childs
Amy Schumer
Ana De Armas
Angela White
Anna Kendrick
Anna Nystrom
Anne Hathaway
Anya Taylor-Joy
Anyuta Rai
Ariana Grande
Aspen Mansfield
Asuna Yuuki
Aubrey Plaza
Autumn Falls
Ava Max
Avril Lavigne
Bebe Rexha
Bella Hadid
Bella Thorne
Belle Delphine
Bella Poarch
Bhad Bhabie
Billie Faiers
Breckie Hill
Britney Spears
Camilo Cabello
Cara Delvigne
Carmella Rose
Charli D'Amelio
Charli XCX
Charlotte Dawson
Charlotte Lawrence
Charly Jordan
Cherry Crush
Chloe Grace Moretz
Chloe Khan
Chloe Sims
Coconut Kitty
Corinna Kopf
Courtney Stodden
Daisy Keech
Daisy Ridley
Danielle Mason
Demi Rose
Dove Cameron
Elisha Herbert
Elizabeth Olsen
Emily Elizabeth
Emily Feld
Emma Kotos
Emma Roberts
Emma Stone
Emma Watson
Eva Elfie
Faith Seed
Foxy Menagerie
Gigi Hadid
Greta Thunberg
Hailee Steinfeld
Hailey Bieber
Hailey Sigmond
Hannah OwO
Hannah Palmer
Havanna Winter
Holly Hagan
Ichinose Asuna
Iggy Azalea
Ivanka Peach
Ivanka Trump
Jemima Robinson
Jenna Ortega
Jessica Weaver
Jesy Nelson
Jordyn Jones
Julia Burch
Kali Roses
Kate Mara
Kate Moss
Katelyn Elizabeth
Katie Price
Katie Sigmond
Katy Perry
Kelsey Calemine
Kendall Jenner
Kendra Wilkinson
Khloe Kardashian
Kiernan Shipka
Kim Kardashian
Kourtney Kardashian
Kristen Hancher
Kyla Dodds
Kylie Jenner
Lara Croft
Lauren Burch
Lauren Conrad
Lauren Pope
Lea Elui
Lele Pons
Lily Collins
Lily Easton
Lindsay Lohan
Lois Griffin
Lola Bynny
Loren Gray
Lucy Hale
Madi Teeuws
Madison Beer
Maggie Lindemann
Malu Trevejo
Maria Domark
Margot Robbie
Megan Fox
Meika Woollard
Mia Malkova
Miley Cyrus
Millie Mackintosh
Mishka Silva
Molly-Mae Hague
Morgan Harvill
Natalia Fadeev
Nicki Minaj
Nicole Demora
Olivia Dunne
Olivia Ponton
Paige Thorn
Paris Hilton
Piper Rockelle
Pokimane
Polina Malinovskaya
Polly Marchant
Power
Presley Elise
Rachel Brockman
Rachel Cook
Ramona Flowers
Renee Herbert
Rias Gremory
Rihanna
Riley Reid
Roberta Tubbs
Rooney Mara
Rolyat
Rubi Rose
Sabrina Carpenter
Samara Weaving
Sarah Hyland
Sarah Michelle Gellar
Scarlet Johnasson
Selena Gomez
Shakira
Sicily Rose
Skyla Jay Carpenter
Sophie Grace
Summer Glau
Sydney Sweeny
Tammy Hembrow
Taylor Swift
Tila Tequila
Vanessa Hudgens
Veronica Lake
Vicky Pattison
Violet Summers
Whitney Thornqvist
Willow Hand
Yor Forger
Zendaya
Zoe Sugg
Zoey Deutch
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Male MC (Nick Taylor) X Stacy Green
An AU where Jane Marshall never died and explores what could have been had she not died. From the moment they came across Redfield, to Senior Year and after.
Written in the present tense
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1118
Notes: I don’t own these characters, they are the property of Pixelberry Studios.
What if... She Survived? made on cooltext.com.
Jane transparent created by the @itlivesproject
Originally written for @ila-appreciationweek Day 7 - Wildcard
THEN
Stood at the house Jane showed him the other day, Nick looks to everyone else.
Andy - This is so...
Ava - Cool!
Andy - I was gonna say creepy.
Nick - But get this.
He picks up a stone and throws it. And just like last time, it stops in mid air for a moment before dropping.
Dan - That's so freaky.
Lucas - And maybe not a great idea to keep doing if there is a ghost in there like you say.
Voice - What do you kids think you're doing?!
They all look round to see an elderly woman approaching them, half her face scarred.
Stacy - Ohmygod!
Lily - That's...!
Ava - Pritch the Witch.
Cora - I do have a name, you know. Now come away from there, all of you.
Jane - Why?
Cora - The thing in there is evil.
I... Remember... You...
Cora moves protectively in front of all the kids as shadows seep out of the doorway. Shadows that soon take the form of a creature with long fingers. Cora raises her hand and it glows.
Cora - Return.
A pulse emits from Cora's hand and the shadow creature disperses. All of the shadows return to the building. She turns to the kids, glaring at them.
Cora - What were you thinking?!
Nick - We--
Cora - I suggest you all go home. Now.
Able to see that Cora is not willing to talk, the group turn and return to Nick's house. As they do, Cora turns to look at the ruins.
Cora - You tried to mess with things that shouldn't have been, Douglas.
Out of breath by the time they emerge from the woods, the entire group is out of breath. Jane looks to Nick, neither sure what to think of all that just happened.
Lucas - I think we should stay away from there.
Andy - Me too.
Stacy - Me three. She made it sound really dangerous. Like...
Lily - Like someone could have been hurt or worse!
SENIOR YEAR
Seeing Noah and Jane part way on the walk to school, Nick runs to catch up with them.
Jane - Hey, Nick!
Noah - Hey.
Nick - Hi. Ready for our final year of high school?
Jane - Absolutely. College, here I come.
Nick chuckles.
Jane - So come on, Nick. Are you actually gonna ask Stacy out or do you plan on chickening out? Again.
Nick - I...!
Noah - You did mess it up at her birthday party.
Nick - I just... I panicked.
Jane - Well, I refuse to let that happen.
Nick - Wait, what're you planning, Jane?
Jane - To do it for you if you don't.
Nick - Jane!
She sticks her tongue out at him and they all laugh as Nick shakes his head.
Jane - Noah, can you give us a sec?
Noah - Sure.
Noah picks up the pace and leaves his sister and Nick. Once he is in front of them enough, Jane looks at Nick.
Jane - But in all seriousness, Nick. Why haven't you asked her out yet?
Nick - I guess I'm just afraid to lose a friend if she said no, or if she said yes and I screwed something up.
Jane - Well on that first bit, it's a risk you have to take. And then with the second, I think you might be overthinking it.
Nick - I know. But you know me...
Jane - I'll have your back.
Nick - Thanks. Don't know what I'd do without you...
PROM NIGHT
With everyone having gathered at Nick's to prepare, Jane covers Nick's eyes.
Jane - You're good, Stace!
He waits a few moments before Jane takes her hands away and his eyes widen at the sight of Stacy in her prom dress.
Nick - Wow...
He takes her hands in his, laying a light kiss on her forehead.
Nick - You look beautiful.
Nick's mom enters with a camera.
Mom - Alright, everyone. Group photo.
Ava - Pretty sure I won't show up.
Mom - You will on this. Modified for Vampires.
Ava can't help but smile as Jane pulls her in with everyone else.
Mom - And smile!
The flash goes off as the moment is captured. Jane blinks as she takes a moment for her surroundings to come back into focus from the flash.
Mom - Sorry. Had it on auto.
They all laugh as they recover from the flash in their own ways.
YEARS LATER, THE MORNING OF THE WEDDING OF NICK TAYLOR & STACY GREEN
Standing, Stacy takes a deep breath as she mentally prepares herself for one of the biggest days of her life. Jane rests her hands on Stacy's shoulders.
Jane - Ready?
Stacy nods with a shaky breath, turning to face her, Lily, and Ava.
Jane - You sure?
Stacy - I never expected it to feel like this.
Jane - Look, there's only one question that matters.
They both sit down, Stacy's hands in Jane's.
Jane - Do you love Nick?
Stacy - I do.
Jane - And there's the magic words.
Stacy laughs lightly.
Stacy - You aren't ordained.
Jane - I can do a quick online course if you want.
After the ceremony, Jane watches from the side as Nick and Stacy sway to the soft music. Ava joins her.
Jane - Did you manage to do it?
Dan - Uh, do what?
Jane jumps at the sound of Dan's voice.
Jane - I might've asked a little favor of the magical variety.
Noah - Jane, Cora--
Ava - Nothing to do with the Power. This was my own Witchy magic.
Everyone gathers outside, much to Nick and Stacy's confusion.
Nick - What's going on?
Ava - Jane asked me to put a spell on your rings.
Stacy - What kind of spell?
Ava - Nothing dangerous. If the two of you ever get separated, the rings will allow you to open a portal to each other.
Jane - No matter what, you'll always find each other.
Nick - That's...
Unable to find the words, Nick wraps Ava and Jane in a hug.
Nick - Thank you.
Ava - Okay, that's enough.
Laughing, Nick steps back, only for Stacy to take his place. Ava pats her back.
Stacy - That's really amazing of you.
She steps back, smiling. Even after all these years, the entire group knows that no matter what, they'll always have each others backs. All of them. Nick Taylor, Stacy Green, Ava Cunningham, Lucas Thomas, Andy Kang, Dan Pierce, Lily Ortiz, Jane and Noah Marshall.
Or at least it should have been all of them.
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About Me
Hi!! My name is Ava and I would love to share a little about me and my OC in Harry Potter.
Me!!-
sign: aries
pronouns: she/her
passions: reading, I try to write but I'm not good, theater, singing
house: slytherin
my oc-
name: violet lily potter
house: slytherin
siblings: harry potter
parents: lily and james potter (deceased)
god parent: remus lupin
year: 3
friends: theodore nott, mattheo riddle, lorenzo berkshire, blaise zabini, draco malfoy, pansy parkinson
favorite class: care of magical creatures
favorite professor: professor snape
least favorite class: divination
least favorite professor: professor trelawney
backstory: violet and harry are twins and while harry got the scar and the fame, violet was left in the dark. after learning they were magic, she got her wand (see below)/cat (see below) and off they were to hogwarts. harry became fast friends with ron and violet stuck to the shadows and became friends with the one and only draco malfoy. she was then sorted into slytherin where she met all her other friends and decided that maybe be in the shadows wouldn't be too bad. Fast forward to the next year where she quickly learned that both her and her brother were hearing voices which was not common. violet and harry found the chamber of secrets and were able to defeat the memory of tom riddle with only a few small scratches. she is currently in her 3rd year and is loving care of magical creatures, she often spends her free time with hagrid getting to learn even more about the creatures she loves so much.
wand: aspen wood, phoenix feather core, 12 3/4 inches, reasonably supple flexibility
cat: black and white maine coon named Princess
thanks so much for reading (if you read)!! I love getting to hear about others characters and having a quick chat is totally fine with me. have a great day 💗💗
#Harry Potter#oc#slytherin#theo nott#draco malfoy#lorenzo berkshire#mattheo riddle#pansy parkinson#blaise zabini#new
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Why is overexposed Harry stunting with a young actress while Louis - who actually needs the publicity - does nothing at all? We haven't seen him for weeks because the paps don't take pics of him anymore.
Because Harry brings them attention, name regcognition and publicity. Anyone remotely female standing beside him is suspected to be his girlfriend. Every aspiring actress, influencer or victoria's secret model wannabe have put their name on the 'harry's new beard' job application list. They have probably so many to choose from that they have to audition. They don't have to do much at all to get their name out there. They get much more out of it than Harry does. Maybe he gets paid for it, or it's just money from the clothing brands he's wearing while stunting. Why harry is stunting now i don't know. It doesn’t look like he's going to take a break after all. Maybe he's got projects lined up, or maybe he needs to be attached to someone while TS is announcing her new album (about him) to avoid unneccessary haylor speculation. Maybe it's in their loewe contract. Who knows. It's unneccessary either way.
Louis has zero aspiring anythings applying for role of beard. He's really struggling to get anyone on board. They will get little out of being seen faking it with him. That's why he'll never get anyone on the same level of celebrity to stunt with him either. For some it might bring more hate or less opportunities being connected with him. Danielle for example gained nothing. Some might say she's even worse off now. He's trying though with Ava Lily and Alycia D-C. We'll see if something comes off that. Sofie was too young, naive and desperate to know any better. And it all made Louis look like a bit of a creep taking advantage of someone that young. So he can't just pick anyone either.
There's so many things louis could do to appear more intersting and being papped, but it dosn't fit with his current image, nor do i think he likes playing the publicity game.
#stunting#louis image#harry image#number 35#loufie for ts#boyband politics#haylor for ts#lounielle for ts
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Women in ancient Rome often weren’t given names beyond their family names; if you needed to differentiate between sisters, you’d often just say “Cornelia the younger / the elder” or even just give them numbers. Their husbands would address them, in private, by the feminine form of their own names (eg. if you married Julius then he’d call you Julia).
A lot of people think the effect has disappeared today, because women typically have less common names than men - a higher fraction of men are named the absolute most popular names like John or Jack whereas women are more spread out over different names.
But it’s really noticeable how often parents give their sons meaningful names - they’ll have a historically important namesake, or be named after a great grandfather, or have a traditional name with a meaning their parents liked. That’s why the common names tend to be common. The names given to daughters are often chosen because they’re “pretty” names, because their parents just liked the way it sounded, or are even just nouns / adjectives like “Lily”, “Hope” or “Summer”. They emphasize that the role of a girl is to be a pretty ornament, not to achieve meaningful things or inherit anything from a namesake.
They’re often very infantilising - sure it’s cute when you have a two year old named “Poppy” or “Precious” but she’s going to have to grow up and put that name on her CV.
They also highlight just how much ageism is directed at women and how much women have to struggle to keep up with fashion, even in something as basic as their names. A traditional male name like “Joseph” or “Edward” or “James” or “Luke” is fine no matter how many centuries it’s been popular for. An off cycle name might be unusual, but that isn’t a bad thing. But dare give a girl a name that was popular too long ago - “Dorothy” or “Mary” or “Dawn” or “Gertrude” - and she’ll be ruthlessly bullied in school for it because it’s a “old lady name for grandmothers”. Don’t you know those names are ugly now, undesirable, associated with old wrinkled women who aren’t sexy? You need a young, new, sexy name like Ava or Madison or Olivia - keeping in mind of course that those will be “ugly” too when your daughter gets old.
The tendency of feminine names to emphasise beauty - and occasionally sexuality, which can be somewhat inappropriate considering the kid has to grow up with that name - is taken to an extreme if you look at porn stars’ stage names, which are all things like Scarlet or Rose or Desiree or Ravyn. Femininity, taken to an extreme, tends to end up being about sexual availability.
And when women do try and give their daughters unique names, so they’ll be memorable even if their surname changes, people make fun of names like Nevaeh or Unique or Evylyn because apparently that’s tacky. And maybe it is! I’m not a fan of replacing all vowels with y either! But wow, there are just no good options for women.
And of course the moment you put a recognizably feminine name on your CV you become less employable, your qualifications worth less. But if you have a gender ambiguous name, you’re punished for being gender non conforming. Good fucking luck out there.
As far as women changing their names when they get married, I also find also find it irritating that often people showed concern about how their kids will trace their family if the wife keeps her own name - I was talking yesterday about my friend whose mother kept her own name and my mum was like “well whose name did their kids get” and I said that she has her mother’s last name and her brother has their dad’s, and my mum was like “they’re going to have a hell of a time if they ever want to trace their family tree!!” but women’s names get lost all the time through marriage which makes it hard to trace our families, but apparently that’s ok?
This effect also disrupts our relationships. Try finding old friends from high school or your second cousin. They are gone and renamed, lost to you. I have old friends from childhood I would really like to track down but it would be near impossible if they’re married because their names are likely changed. They’re lost to me now and I’ll never have a chance to rekindle that friendship.
It’s kind of a small thing, next to all the rape and mutilation and career discrimination and all the generally horrible things happening to women. But it’s just… nothing is okay, nothing is equal, no part of the world has actually been completely fixed yet. Even our names are yet another thing we need feminism help improve.
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I binge-watched the spn anime because of the brain rot
It’s bad except for the parts that are good, and it’s pretty to look at. Here’s a comprehensive list of pros and cons. Spoilers ahead!
Pros:
- more psychic kid backstories: Max (Nightmare), Lily (Darkness Calling), Jake (Loser)
- more psychic Sam
- more Azazel
- basically if you want more about the psychic/demon kids, watch the anime
- more young Winchesters
- the monsters, the superhuman abilities, the fight scenes, it all looks really cool animated. (But PSA it’s violent. It doesn’t shy away from blood and gore.)
- Sam and Jessica backstory
- more of the brothers being cute and funny together
- Missouri isn’t forgotten
- includes some Japanese legends/mythology
- the impala looks great in every scene. They did Baby good
- the “Supernatural” intro title
- the outro sketches of the boys hanging out with Baby
- Episodes adapted from the original show are different, but I like some of the changes? It’d be boring if it was an exact retelling and the visual medium wasn’t utilized. (I know I said spoilers before, but this is when they get detailed. If you wanna skip over, I’ll tell you where they STOP.)
Nightmare goes more into the abuse Max has suffered. Instead of locking Sam in a closet, Max sends Sam through the floor and covers the hole by breaking his bed in half, and it’s extremely sexy how Sam shoves the 2 halves apart with his mind. Later on Dean puts bandaids on Sam and they talk about demons loudly in front of a fast food intercom.
In My Time of Dying highlights the guilt Sam feels over Dean. In both the og and the anime John verbally blames Sam for not shooting Azazel, but where in the og Sam goes right on arguing, in the anime he reels back for a moment like he was slapped. Dean’s spirit touches Sam’s shoulder, and Sam knows immediately that it’s Dean. He doesn’t even question it. Instead of “Are you here?” it’s “I know you’re with me. I can feel it.” And I love that. Dean figures out right away he’s dealing with a reaper, and the reaper takes on the appearance of Mary to convince Dean to move on to the afterlife. Instead of a Ouija board, Sam uses a laptop to talk to Dean, and the first word Dean types is “Sammy!” Dean is so fond of his little brother and Sam is so baby.
Rising Son is an anime only episode, but it draws inspiration from John’s journal. Dean has a proper breakdown over his dad’s death and the possibility of having to kill Sam. Ms. Lyle, Sam’s favorite teacher who turns out to be possessed, is explored. John takes Dean hunting, and in the journal Dean hesitates to shoot a buck, and little Sam shoots it thinking it was endangering Dean. In the anime, Dean’s cornered by a moose and Sam makes it explode with his mind and it’s so !!! How little Sam’s first words are, “I’m glad you’re okay. It didn’t hurt you?” The boys are covered in blood and guts and Dean’s like 👁👄👁 “Why are you here? Did you do this?” And then Sam starts freaking out a little, the shock sets in. “I don’t know. I don’t know, honest.” And he’s staring at his hands, and I am a big fan of Sam showing superhuman signs as a kid. Like in the journal, Ms. Lyle tries to take Sam. She gives Sam the illusion of a choice to come with her or stay with Dean, and Sam chooses Dean. This ep is pretty much when John figures out Sam has demon blood. He kills another hunter that wants to kill Sam.
Crossroad is based on Crossroad Blues, and I love how the crossroads demon shows up. It’s hard to describe, but it’s so neat, like she’s walking underneath Dean in this mirror world, and then the mirror world takes over the regular world, so you really get this sense of otherworldly seclusion, existing outside of time.
What Is and Should Never Be shows Dean is a firefighter in his ‘Mary never died’ world, and Sam got to play soccer growing up like he wanted. The brothers hold each other after Dean is saved from the Djinn.
AHBL part 1. When Azazel shows Sam that he fed Sam his blood, Sam gags and slaps a hand over his mouth, and I like that reaction more than the live action. The psychic kids get to go more anime with their powers, and that’s a lot of fun. They don’t need weapons. Ava slams Sam into the brick side of a building and cuts him without touching him. Jake snaps Ava’s neck with one hand and then catches Sam in his arms. When Jake attacks Sam, there’s no gun or knife. He’s relying on his super strength, his fists. Sam throws his arms up to protect himself, and (accidentally?) pushes Jake back with his mind, and the collision creates a crater in the ground. Jake puts his fist through Sam’s chest to kill him. It’s brutal and it’s rad as fuck. These kids are terrifyingly powerful.
The Sam and Dean reunion before Sam is killed is not as emotional as the live action imo, but what the anime does intrigues me. Hurts in a different way. Because Sam is stunned after he uses telekinesis again, on Jake, and when he hears Dean behind him Sam freezes. He doesn’t look relieved to see Dean, but wary and weary. It’s Dean taking steps towards him, not the other way around, and it has to be because Sam doesn’t know if Dean saw him push Jake back. Sam doesn’t know how Dean’s going to respond to all this, to him, having powers that come from a demon, the demon, Azazel. Sam hasn’t had a chance to process anything. He’s scared. He’s tired. And the way the anime focuses on Sam’s eyes here. Gah. “Dean. Dean, I’m...” I’m sorry. I’m all right. I’m glad you’re okay. I’m a monster. There’s also this one shot between Sam and Azazel that sends me because of how anime it is.
AHBL part 2. I love how Sam brought back to life is animated, with all the color returning to his face and a light wind rustling his hair and his lips parting to indicate his soul returning to his body. Jake attacks Dean, and, a lot like how Sam activates telekinesis to save Dean from Max in Nightmare, Sam gets a burst of superhuman strength. He rips Jake’s arm off and tackles him to the ground and beats him to death, punches holes into his body, and it’s so savage and bloody and scary, and I love it. The Devil’s Gate opening looks so cool animated. Same goes for Dean shooting Azazel with the Colt.
Not to turn this into a meta post, but I also noticed how the last couple times Sam uses his powers they’re colored green-yellow, the same colors as Mary’s ghost when she reveals herself in the anime’s Home, and I don’t know if that’s intentional, but it’s neat how it draws a connection to Sam’s biological family instead of Azazel’s blood.
The Spirit of Vegas is like Bad Day at Black Rock, but Dean has all the bad luck instead, and it shows off the silly cartoony physics that make animation fun. The boys sleep outside and split a chunk of bread for dinner. Also this lil bit of Dean’s hair tied in a bow.
- (STOP) the brothers are pretty. I am not immune to animated Sam and Dean Winchester.
Cons:
- Jensen doesn’t voice Dean until the last 2 episodes
- The English dialogue is really bad sometimes. I wish I could’ve watched the sub, but I couldn’t figure out how to change the language
- Some character designs are really different from the live action, and maybe that’s petty, but if you’re gonna change the characters diversify them? Don’t just make them unrecognizable white people
- Missouri’s design as a stereotypical witch doctor is racist
- Gordon is replaced by some British guy named Jason?? Why
- There’s an LGBT character who is not accepted by her family and, while that bigotry is always shown to be negative and she dies the hero of the episode, she still dies ://
- In the English dub Lily’s gf is made into her roommate instead. Idk about the sub
- Bobby’s pretty much a totally different character
- Sam and Dean are OOC sometimes
- Dean’s hair usually looks darker than Sam’s and it drives me crazy
- The storytelling is, overall, not nearly as good as the live action
- The non-Japanese lore in some episodes makes no sense. Sometimes it’s just plain ridiculous?? Like there’s a giant robot made of cars and scrap metal controlled by a demon? ? I wish I was making this up
- Meg’s role is severely reduced
- No Harvelles or Roadhouse
- Shadows are overused, but maybe that’s because the og show is so dark?
- I don’t mind the art style. I like the aesthetic, but I wish it was a little more expressive. It doesn’t do Sam’s puppy eyes justice.
- AZAZEL’S SHADOW?? PROPORTIONS?? PEA SIZED HEAD
- Idk why they mashed season 1 and 2 together? The story feels rushed
- there’s not as much chemistry between Sam and Dean, but that’s a given without J2 on screen
- Nobody tells you!! That there’s scenes after the credits!! And some of them are important! Why are important scenes after the credits??
The anime would not be good on its own, without the heart and depth the live action brings, but it works as supplementary material you can cherry pick from. I would watch more if there were more episodes.
It hasn’t turned me off from wanting an spn anime. I’d like to see it continued or redone, with updated animation and better scripts. There’s a lot of potential in exploring more about the psychic kids and Sam’s powers, storylines that were cut short in the og show. Animation is a great medium for showing off the supernatural, getting creative and creepier with the designs, dramatic with the fight scenes, without having to worry about bad CGI. I don’t want a live action reboot, but I think a redone animated series could be a lot of fun! (As long as it’s not an excuse to make any romantic ships take over. SPN is a platonic love story, and I like it that way.)
If you made it to the end here and are interested in watching the spn anime, you can watch it for free on the CW Seed app! You can probably stream it elsewhere, but idk where!
#spn anime#supernatural#supernatural the anime#my detailed pros is pretty much me letting you know what episodes are worth watching#and why#its bad but I kind of like it#I like what they were going for. the potential it has#I like sam and there's lots of sam
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Hey! Do you think you could write an avaxmc fic that’s today’s chapter (81) of mtfl but from mack’s pov? Like a rewrite, with more gayness and no boys? Maybe have mack see them at some point, or find them sleeping together the morning after? Idk it’s just an idea and ofc it’s ok if u don’t wanna do it, just thought i’d ask
i loved this idea anon, idk if its super gay but I tried writing it from what i think Mack would be like, i hope you enjoy tho ❤️❤️
(also ive been so busy this week, i hope to do some writing for star crossed lovers next week as well as some more requests💖)
taglist: @cloud9in @midnitesteph @kamilahsayeet2063 @dopeyouth @avalawrencefl @alleycat97 (i added people from my other ava fic and people who might like the fic)
The tales of the sister
Now playing as Mack
I know something has been going on between Emma and Ava since we’ve come back from Jenning’s lodge but I don’t know exactly what. I scrutinise Emma as she fluffs the pillows for the 100th time tonight before taking out her phone to check her makeup...again.
“Chill Emma, it’s only Ava” I add a tiny dose of teasing to my voice, while Emma’s cheeks begin dusting with a tiny bit of red on them before she pointedly looks away.
“Everything just has to be perfect,” her eyes scan the living before she moves the tv remote an inch to the left before placing her hands on her hips, satisfied.
“Why?” I raise an eyebrow at her, trying to get any crumb of information since Emma and Ava used to always leave me out of the big girl gossip.
Emma freezes for a split second before her eyebrows furrowed together in contemplation, “I don’t know, it just has to be.”
I nonchalantly shrug my shoulders and sit on the couch before grabbing a handful of popcorn and shoving it into my mouth. Emma swats at my arm, “Mack! Don’t make a mess!”
“Whuh- iuts pouhpcourn” I retort, my mouth still filled with popcorn as Emma begins stress cleaning around me until the doorbell suddenly rings and she stands up straight so quickly before plastering a wide smile on her face. Just before she opens the door, she throws a warning look at me over her shoulder.
“Ava!” Ava squeals and tackles Emma into a huge bear hug while Emma just giggles like a schoolgirl, yuck.
“Hey, hey, let me say hi to Ava.” I see Emma shooting daggers at me in my peripheral vision but I ignore her as I give Ava a quick hello hug before settling back into my seat on the couch. “So” I take another handful of popcorn but before I can throw it all into my mouth, Emma glares at me, her eyes wide and full of warning, so I roll my eyes at her and plop a couple into my mouth before giving her a melodramatic smile. “What’s on the agenda for girl’s night?”
Ava and Emma share a weird look before Ava speaks up, “how about 2 truths and a lie?”
“Yes, I’ll finally get to learn your secrets.” I conspicuously rub my hands together, excitement running through my body.
“Yeah, now that we can trust you not to be a total blabbermouth,” Emma taunts.
“Hey I wasn’t that bad,” I throw my hands up defensively as Ava laughs.
“Yes you were.” Ava gestures over to Emma,” remember when Emma and I were freshmans and you came with your dad to pick Emma up from school and you literally screamed out that I had a crush on the science teacher.”
“Wait what was his name again?” Emma and Ava go silent as they try and remember before Ava slaps her thigh before shouting, “Mr Durrant!”
“Oh my god yeahhhhh,” Emma shakes her head as she and Ava laugh together but when they catch each other’s gaze, their laughter slowly fades and is replaced with an intense stare. Ava deftly glances at Emma’s lips before I awkwardly cough gaining the attention of the two girls again.
“So, 2 truths and a lie? I’ll go first. I’ve been arrested. I used to have an imaginary friend and I have a belly piercing.”
Ava and Emma share a conspirutual look before simultaneously saying, “belly piercing.”
“Come on Mack, you really think I forgot about your imaginary friend Lily? You used to always talk to her and have tea parties with her.”
I grumble and cross my arms together, “whatever someone else go next.”
“I’ll go.” Ava calls out. She presses her lips together in a thin line deep in thought before making an, “ah-ha” sound. “I’ve never broken a bone, i’ve been in a car crash and I have a secret cinder account.”
I reflect on Ava’s answers for a few moments before coming to a conclusion. “Definitely the broken bones. Did you think I wouldn’t remember the nasty fall you took in cheer your freshman year?”
Emma still in deep contemplation, quietly gazes at Ava. Her eyes roam her facial features before she squeaks out, “cinder account.”
“Ding, ding, ding.” Ava lifts her forefinger, tapping it on her nose, “we have a winner. To be honest I thought about making one but I chickened out at the last minute.”
“What? Why would you even consider making an account, you’re gorgeous. I would’ve thought you would have girls lining up around the block?
“Well even though we didn’t work out, I’m still grateful for the time I had with Bayla. She made me feel like I wasn’t alone because for a long time I felt like I was.” She flickers her gaze at Emma, her eyes softening, “And thanks to her she helped me realise that I have my eye on someone else.”
Emma gives Ava a small smile, hmmm so maybe something did happen between them and they haven’t told me before they keep giving each other flirty looks all night. Just to mess with them a little I break the moment between them by throwing a piece of popcorn at Emma, “I guess it’s your turn.”
“Okay fine. I’ve seen two boys from our school topless, I’ve dyed my hair blue and” she looks over at Ava, her eyes full of longing. “I kissed a girl.”
I KNEW IT. I KNEW IT. THEY KISSED.
I play off Emma’s statement cooly with a blank expression on my face, trying to hide my happiness for them both. I subtly look over at Ava who is so trying not to blush right now but is attempting (and failing) to suppress a smile. Cute.
“Emma I live with you, I know you haven’t dyed your hair blue!”
“You got me.”
“Now that you mention it you would look good with blue hair.”
After a lot of convincing, we finally managed to get Emma to agree to dye her hair blue.
“I have a box of dye under my bed. I'm going to go grab it.” I leave the two girls and begin inspecting the contents under my bed, looking for the dye. I triumphantly cheer to myself, like a loser, when I find the box and as I’m about to enter the bathroom, I see Ava leaning down and whispering into Emma’s ear. I can’t hear what she’s saying but I can see Emma’s reflection in the bathroom mirror, her eyes glistening with desire? Excitement? I don’t know but I can tell Emma’s slightly nervous because she’s chewing on the inside of her cheek.
Emma’s about to respond to Ava before her eyes catch mine in the mirror, “Mack!” her voice startled, “we didn’t see you there.”
“Yeah I figured.” Emma looks away abashed while Ava awkwardly coughs before reaching out and plucking the dye from her hands.
We begin mixing the dye together with the bleach and then Ava begins parting Emma’s hair, her fingers slowly tangling in Emma’s hair, before giving it a playful tug. Yuck they’re indirectly not so indirectly flirting in front of me. Right in front of my metaphorical salad!
“Do you guys think I’ll look different after I dye my hair?” Emma asks as Ava begins painting on the dye with her fingers.
“How do you want to look?” She raises an eyebrow at Emma.
“Hot.”
Ava snorts, “please, like you need a boost in that department.”
“Hey everyone could use a little hotness, well everyone except you because you’re practically a goddess.”
Ava’s grin widens and she takes in Emma’s admission. “It’s true. I guess it’s a cheer captain thing.” I clamp my mouth shut, trying so hard not to say anything to ruin this moment, hoping that they’ll forget about my existence. And maybe it works a little too well because Emma and Ava flirt the rest of the time we’re dying her hair and it takes everything in me not to scream and tell them to stop being so weird.
“Wow you look sexy,” Ava beams at Emma as she brushes through her now blue hair, stars practically glistening in her eyes.
“Thanks, I guess I’m catching up to you in the hotness department.”
Ava growls, (weird), her voice a whisper, “mmm. I think you’ve definitely surpassed me.”
I think I barfed a little in my mouth when I finally have had enough and I throw my hands up in the air, “I’m going to bed!” I turn back and teasingly wiggle my eyebrows at the girls, “make sure to behave yourselves.”
I crash into my bed but an hour later I hear Emma’s bedroom door shut and a flurry of giggles coming from her room. I guess they’re now making out? Gross. Right where I can hear them. I fold my pillow over my ear, trying to drown the sound of the laughs, and sound of kissing and sucking? I don’t know and I sure as hell don’t want to find out. Eventually I doze off and when I wake up the next morning I creep up to Emma’s room to see if she’s awake and can make me breakfast. But when I open the door, I see her half naked body, tangled up with a half-naked Ava as they peacefully sleep in each other’s embrace. I quickly but quietly close the door and flop back into my bed, glad that my older sister is getting some but sad because I don’t know when I’m going to get my pancakes now.
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Nothing’s gonna take you from my side (mc x noah fic)
15k. in which mc deals with the fallout of redfield/jane all while reconnecting with the boy they thought they’d lost forever. should be gender neutral but @ me if i made a mistake.
warning for mental illness.
happy spooky month. (i basically started playing choices again and that made me miss my boy noah marshall and here we are 48 hours later. pls dont let this flop
before.
You can't sleep with that tree outside your window. Still, out of the corner of your eye as you get ready to lie in bed awake until morning, you can still see Cody's dead body in the branches. And every single time it's a rush for the bathroom as bile rises in your throat.
It's five in the morning when you finally snap, grabbing the axe from your garage and sinking the blade into the tree trunk with a satisfying wack. You can't sleep. You're a newly minted adult but ever shadow in the night, in the dark, makes you jump.
You swing the axe again, with a closed mouth scream of animal desperation.
The precious few hours you are able to sleep are hardly enough: especially when shut eye equals nightmares for you. It's a mixture of Jane and the monster who turned out to be Jane in a goddamn tragedy and all the really fucked up things that didn't happen (everyone dying). You dream of the girl who was Jane. You dream of being stuck in the same way that Jane was, as you scream and scream and no one ever comes to help you and it's easy to see why your friend ended up as twisted, a poor version of herself, after being left alone to rot all those years.
And that makes you think of him.
You swing the axe even as the tears sting your eyes because it wasn't what everyone thought. Maybe. . .you can never find it in you to blame him for his actions, not when you understood-understand him so well. It was Jane. And in the end.
You leave the blade stuck in the tree trunk, not even halfway cut, as you cover your mouth with your hands and let out a grueling cry. It's an accumulation of living in fear for months: of the terror that seems to live in your mind even in the aftermath, even when the woods have been peaceful for months. Slumping into the ground, you hug your knees to your chest, still in pajamas, and let yourself cry. Again.
Sometimes it feels like crying is all you're capable of. It seems strange to keep on living when-it should've been you. He deserved to live, to be happy, to be more. . .
“Aw kid,” Cid says, walking up to you, cup of coffee in hand. “Let's get you inside.”
You nod shakily, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand, before getting up, brushing the dirt off your legs.
Cid wraps an arm around you, giving you more care and attention then your parents have in years. No wonder you understood him so well. You should’ve reached out sooner. You should’ve never pulled away after Jane. . .
“Jesus kid, you’re freezing. How long have you been out here for?”
Shrugging, you utter, “I-I couldn’t sleep. . .the tree.” And fuck, even to your own ears you sound like a complete disaster. Where did the fire that had you charging into the woods for Andy go? You look at your reflection in the glass planes of the back door and see a teenager who looks more like a ghost then a real living person.
There’s dark shadows under your eyes that no amount of concealer could hide. You lips a harsh line across your mouth. And there was a haunted quality in your eyes that matched the photos of refugees fleeing war. It was PTSD as Lucas would say back when none of your friends could sleep through the night.
“I’ll call someone to get rid of the tree,” Cid offers, as he gently guides you up the stairs, “just try and get some sleep. How else are you gonna enjoy your last summer before college?”
You nod listlessly.
Before you can curl up in the guest bedroom, you stare out into the woods behind your house. But there’s no shadows congregating into a shadowy person. There’s no red eyes glowing from the treeline and you have to wonder if Ava’s right; if Noah really is. . .dead.
“Relax Lucas,” Stacy grins, “no one’s gonna know,” she says, taking her hand off the steering wheel to slap his arm.
Lucas rolls his eyes. “I didn’t even say anything.”
You’re sitting smushed in the back with Lily and Ava and Dan. Andy had physical therapy today, otherwise there would be even less space in the back seat. Though Stacey’s mom van is roomy enough.
“Then why do you look constipated,” Ava laughs, not looking up from her latest book on witchcraft.
“Ava!” Lily giggles besides you.
“Have you figured out what to do with Pritch’s house,” Lucas asks instead.
“Not really,” Ava admits, “it's a dope house but. ..” everyone sombers up, “I-I don’t really want to live that close to the woods, y’know.”
It’s lily that jolts you all out of the awkward mood. “Maybe you should’ve gone to a college out of state then,” she prods, “Didn’t you get into Washington University?”
Ava shrugs, “community college is way more fucking cheap though. We can’t all get a full ride to Berkeley.”
Lily blushes, but smiles proudly all the same.
You stare out the window as the woods thin out, as you drive further and further down the interstate and a bolt of panic enters your chest as you realize you’re leaving the woods behind. You wrap the jean jacket that isn’t yours more tightly around your chest. It’s summer. But there’s a chill in your bones that never seems to relent.
“Yeah, yeah,” Stacey teases, “Berkeley’s alright, but it’s no NYU.”
“Are you a big city girl now,” Ava teases her, finally shutting her book, “going to go meet your Mr. Big?”
“Since when do you watch sex in the city?”
“It’s Sex and the city actually,” Lucas corrects with a grin.
“We binged a couple of seasons at Andy’s house the other day. That Miranda lesbian episode was fucking gross though,” Ava adds.
“We’ve always lived in a small town,” Stacey explains, “and New York seems like a dream.”
“Pizza rat though,” Lily counters.
“Okay, you’ve got a point,” Stacey admits, “but it’ll be nice not being known as former Major Green’s daughter.”
“I thought you guys were working on it,” you speak up, slumped against the backseat.
“We are,” Stacey nods happily, “it’s not really my parents. It’s me too I guess. I hate when people act like that’s all I am. And I think it’ll be a great experience. I loved the campus when I visited.”
“I’m happy for you Stace,” Lucas says softly.
“Plus I’ll get to heckle Lucas around town!” Stacey says once again, taking her hand off the steering wheel to slap Lucas’ shoulder.
Lucas rolls his eyes. “You’re buying me McDonalds.”
“McDonalds sounds good,” Lily adds, “I could go for some nuggies before we hit up Ikea.”
“Nuggies,” Ava snorts as Stacey pulls up to the Mcdonalds across the street from Ikea.
“Do you not want nuggies,” Lily says arching a brow.
“Oh I want nuggies,” she replies shamelessly.
“What about you hon,” Stacey asks. There’s only one other car before you have to order but you’re not hungry. Your appetite seems to have vanished along with your sleep. Even getting rid of the tree hadn’t helped much. Currently you had taken to sleeping in the living room, but sleep was still hard to come by.
“I’m okay,” you answer, “maybe just a small coffee.”
Stacey glances over at Lucas, before fixing her concerned gaze on you. “You sure? We haven’t had anything to eat since we left.”
You wanted to say you hadn’t even had breakfast, but you don’t want her to get any more concerned then she already was. It had been six months and you were still fucked up. Meanwhile your friends had recovered. Maybe they weren’t at one hundred percent, but none of them were calling you crying at three in the morning. . .anymore. It was just you that couldn’t get over it.
And there was no one you could talk to.
They hadn’t been there at the end with him the way you had. They couldn’t understand. When you told them it was Jane and not Redfield, when you told them what Noah had sacrificed in the end, they couldn’t wrap their head around it. And they didn’t want to. They just wanted to move on.
But you couldn’t.
Some essential part of you was forever in the ruins, as if you’d never left that night at all.
And the only other person who could understand was there too.
Right?
He had to be.
The same way Jane had been.
It was a selfish wish, knowing how being tethered to the power could twist a person, but you couldn’t help it. It was Noah. If you were a better person, you’d wish he’d moved on like Jane, and maybe he had. Maybe that's why nothing had happened in the months since that night.
Dan slips his hand in yours, and squeezes.
You smile gently and try to focus on enjoying the day with your friends.
The woods seem strange without a monster lurking in the shadows.
You're not even that close: hadn't even stepped one foot in the woods since that night. When you'd emerged hysterically crying and covered in dirt, all banged up from Jane, uttering his name like a prayer for which no words exist and quickly been taken to the hospital, you were sure you'd never step foot in the woods again.
Andy told you days later that no one had been able to find the ruins after your friends. No one had recovered his body.
You swallow thickly, hands pressed into a fist at your sides. There might be nothing out there. But if there's any chance that he is-that he's alice in whatever shape or form, you can't live with yourself if you abandon him the same way you'd abandoned his sister.
Sure, you were kids. You hadn't known better with Jane. But you're 18 now. You won't repeat the same mistake twice.
“Noah,” you whisper, taking a step closer to the tree line on one of the roads into town. You couldn't be at home right now, not with the open house going on.
Nothing.
Not even the crack of leaves or a bird singing. Just eerie silence as though the power and woods were one and the same and without the monster lurking in the dark, the woods were less haunting: less magical.
“Noah,” you repeat, taking a step forward until your hand touches the bark of the nearest tree, still safely held in the daylight, “Noah, it's me. Are you out there?”
You sniffle as tears well up in your eyes because you don't know what to do if he's really gone. You barely knew what to do with him when he was alive, all the complicated feelings of love and loss between you made it too hard for you to think clearly when it came to him. You only knew you couldn't let him go. Not again.
Too bad.
He'd still. . .that night. . .
“I meant it,” you utter louder, “I'm not leaving you again Noah.” If he even remembered who he was. Jane hadn't always remembered. “Noah, please let me know you're still out there.” Your gaze flits about as you look around the woods hoping to see any sign of shadows pooling together or those burning red eyes.
But there's nothing.
You wrap your arms around your chest, lips pinched tightly because fuck maybe he really was gone and you should be happy he isn't a monster but it's Noah and you're selfish because you should hate him after what he'd done to Andy and the others and you but you can't and you just want him back but things are never going back to the way they were and maybe that's a good thing because before you hadn't spoken to Dan in years and you wouldn't have know where everyone was going to college but at least Noah was alive if not happy and-and-
-you're gasping for breath.
A panic attack.
The first time this happened, you hadn't known what to do. It had felt like dying, stuck in that chair unable to help your friends all over again. It had felt like a blow to the chest as Noah came to the cold hard realization that there wasn't much left of Jane in the monster.
It had been Dan who'd talked you through it. And you take deep breaths and try to calm down because you were going into the woods again.
Just not today.
Tires screech to a halt behind you as you try to compose yourself in the midst of tears, short choked breathes that leave you gasping, and you're always so fucking cold even in mid July. Your flannel and jean jacket do little to keep you warm.
“Hon,” Stacey calls out, running up next to you, before saying carefully, “what are you doing out here?”
“She's clearly not okay,” Connor sighs, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, taking your other side. “Shit you're freezing.”
“I'm fine,” you reply tightly, voice cracking.
Stacey smiles sadly, wrapping her arms around you in a tight hug, the kind of hug you've always wanted from your parents when they tell you everything's going to be alright and you actually believe them. “You're okay. They can't hurt you now.”
Connor looks back at his truck, emergency lights flashing, “we were going to get pizza, wanna come with us? It's family night.”
You hug Stacey right back, arms around her waist, chin on her shoulder, gazing out into the seemingly normal woods. “You guys do family night now?”
“We were going to make pizza,” Stacey mummers by your ear, “but we killed the yeast and the dough never rose.”
“So we're buying pizza now,” Connor adds with a laugh.
You nod, “if you think that's alright.”
“Of course it's alright,” Stacey responds right away, “you're always welcome at my house.”
Her words make you want to cry all over again. It's enough to tease the smallest of smiles out of your lips. “Sounds good.”
Her grip on you eases to match her brothers, one arm around your shoulder. You're flanked by the Green siblings: safe and sound.
They lead you back to Connor’s truck, gossiping about how Staceys moms still wondering if it's not too late for Stacey to major in economics and how leaving politics has actually made their family much better, but that might just be the family therapy they're all going to. “Mom also wanted to roadtrip to New York to drop Stacey off,” Connor grins, “s’ gonna be so embarrassing for you. Have your parents walk you to your first class.”
“Oh shut it you,” Stacey retorts, clicking her seat belt.
You glance back one last time at the woods and-
there, behind a dead tree, it's rotting husk is a bounty for all the decomposers and bugs that live in the woods, a pair of glowing blue eyes looking right at you. Your heart skips a beat as you place your hand on the window, whispering so softly, “Noah,” as Connor drives into town.
Neither sibling hears you.
“Are you sure you want to live here,” Andy says skeptically as Dan and Ava help you carry the boxes of things you'd decided to keep when you sold your old house. It had too many bad memories for you to sleep there. “It's-,”
Bound by the woods on three sides, the backyard merging with the woods of the small cottage from the 1930s, before the cookie cutter houses of the suburbs were built.
“It's got character,” Ava grins, tossing a box down in the hall. “Still can't believe your parents let you sell the house.”
“They really like Alaska,” you shrug. You weren't sure what part their research base was in. Were they even still in Alaska?
“I wish my parents let me move out already,” she rolls her eyes, “but no. If I'm staying for community college then I have to live with them.”
Andy sits on the couch, crutches resting on the wall next to him. “I still can't believe I have to repeat senior year.”
“At least we’re together,” Dan says shyly, taking care to put down the box he'd carried inside down and out of the way so no one will trip.
“And we don't have to worry about Redfield this time,” Ava adds.
Dan elbows her.
“What! I'm just saying!”
Andy rolls his eyes. “So you're back to being the scariest witch in town then?”
“Damn right I am,” Ava grins. “Check this out.” She sticks her hand out and even gets you to wander over to her. Ave glances at you all, making sure you're paying attention, before snapping her fingers.
Nothing happens.
“Um,” Andy's about to start.
Ava rolls her eyes, snapping her fingers once more.
This time, smoke wafts up from the space between her thumb and middle finger.
“Shit Ava,” Andy's eyes go wide. “Should we even be messing around with that again.”
“It's just magic,” Ava huffs.
You say nothing, wondering if Noah would show up now that you were closer to the woods. Closer to him.
He hadn't appeared since that day.
It was enough to make you wonder if you really were seeing things.
“Well whatever it was that,” Dan, swallows, “that power Pritch told you about. . .its still out there even if it's not. . .” he trails off as unsettled as Andy who had rapidly lost all color.
“No-no. It's gone,” Andy said, “right?”
“Ask them,” Ava nudges you with her arm, “you're the one that spends all your time staring at the woods.”
“I-ugh,” you stutter wondering what happened to leave you this much of a mess. You look in the mirror and wonder where the person who told off Cody and Britney for bullying your friends went.
“Ava,” Dan snaps. “leave them alone. Let's just-”
“Not talk about this,” Andy finishes.
“No one ever want to talk about it but it's right there,” Ava yells, pointing her hand out the window.
“I think it's gone dormant again,” you lie. “like before we found that place.”
“I hope so,” Andy mutters.
“I'll be fine here,” you reassure them. “I don't want to be afraid of the woods for the rest of my life.”
“Right,” Ava says with a pained smile. “Let's finish getting these boxes in so we can start watching what we do in the shadows.”
“Again,” Andy complains, “what's wrong with-”
“We're not watching spider-man again!” Dan groans.
“Spider-man is a trans icon,” Andy replies.
“The only acceptable spider-man is the 1st and 2nd movie with Tobey Mcguire,” Ava adds.
You giggle softly, “why can't we just watch both. It's not like we have school tomorrow.”
“Finally someone with a brain,” Dan smiles.
Noah tosses rocks into a lake, little pebbles he can't make skip.
You laugh, teasing him easily. “What a loser!” From your spot sitting on the lake edge.
He turns back towards you with a scowl that carries no real heat, “I’d like to see you do better.”
“You think I can't,” you retort easily, getting up and dusting the dirt and grass from your butt. You never did know when to back down from a challenge.
“I know you can't,” he grins.
“Asshole,” you bite back as he drops a few pebbles into your outstretched hand, warm from his touch, and doesn't that make your insides turn to mush.
“Takes one to know one.”
You take a pebble into your hand and flick your wrist.
It sinks right where it lands.
“Motherfucker,” you curse as Noah breaks out into laughter, his wide brown eyes dancing with glee as you pout.
“Don’t be a sore loser.”
“I didn’t say anything,” you wave off, “best two out of three.”
“No,” Noah snips back, “you lost.”
You roll your eyes, shoving him playfully. “Alright alright but I don’t even know how to swim so it’s not really my fault.” You look around at the lake. It’s a beautiful sight, the woods on the other side of the shore like something right out of a painting.
“You don’t know how to swim,” Noah says without missing a beat, ready to keep on teasing you.
You shrug, “it’s not like I had a pool in my backyard.”
His expression falls, “yeah well,” he fiddles with his beanie, “mom filled it up not long after. . .”
“I’m sorry,” you tell him, closing the distance between the two of you, and wrapping your arms around him in an easy hug because you knew that Noah could be weird about this sort of sudden affection.
“It’s fine.”
“Still.”
He brings his hand up to cup your cheek.
The gesture sends your heart beating like a hummingbird in your chest, the base of your throat burning with anticipation for something you’ve never let yourself think about because when had it ever been the right time for this. When had you ever had the time to think about the possibility you dared no name.
Noah’s brows furrow, “where are we?”
You frown, looking around without moving away from him. The feel of his hand against the skin of your cheek felt like the only thing anchoring you to this world. It made you feel real in a way that you’d stopped feeling like a part of the world ever since the terrors of your senior year had started. The shoreline looks beautiful as you gaze out at the lake and behind you there’s a small quaint town and you know this has something to do with Tom and Andy but you can’t remember what right now even as you bite your lip in thought.
Your gaze goes back to Noah, words dying on your parted lips when you meet his eyes. Gone are the warm brown irises that had given him the perfect puppy dog eyes as a child, able to slip out of trouble easily. Instead his eyes burn an electric blue because it’s not Noah anymore but the shadow monster and you flinch in fear, pulling away so fast you stumble, tripping over grass and then you’re falling into the lake.
You can’t swim.
You scream, arms flailing out trying desperately to catch yourself.
Noah-the monster-the monster that might be Noah, reaches out one shadowy limp, and then you’re underwater.
Plunged suddenly into ice water, you take a deep breath from the shock that fills your lungs with water and you kick your legs but they are stuck in something and the sunlights never seemed so far away.
You don’t want to drown.
You don’t want to die here.
“Noah,” you scream in the water. Because if it is Noah he’ll help you. He won’t let you die. He died to save you once after all and you haven’t been able to stop thinking about that day. You hadn’t wanted to die but you hadn’t wanted him to die either. You had just wanted him.
You had just wanted the nightmare to end.
Gasping, drenching in sweat, you jolt up from the desk you’d fallen asleep on. Everyone’s packing up their things and leaving. The class is over and you’re shaking, looking around wildly as if you can conjure Noah up by sheer force of will.
He’d been in your dream.
Just like Andy a year ago.
It was real.
Noah was still out there and you had to find him before he lost his mind alone in the awful forest that you still hated. The leaves rustling outside your windows at night was enough to keep you from leaving your bed. The way the trees cast shadows meant you threw the trash away in the morning.
Noah was still out there and he needed you.
You don’t realize you’re crying until your English 101 Professor walks up to you, still sitting even as the next set of students start filling in.
“Do you think you can stand up,” he asks, peering down through his glasses. He’s an older man, beard gone white, short, with a bit of a belly like most middle aged people. Clad in corduroy, a white shirt, and a wool vest, he’s the very picture of what you imagine a professor to look like. Nothing like your biology professor who’d walked into class with sandals and a big tie dye piece of fabric that almost worked as a dress.
You nod, grabbing your notebook and hastily shoving it into your backpack, ignoring the searching stares of other students.
You follow your professor out the door, still shaking, shoving the hair that was sticking to your forehead, damp with sweat, out of your face. Your eyes flit around, searching for a boy you know isn’t there but if Jane sensed your distress with Cody then maybe Noah will sense yours.
“Sorry,” your professor says bashfully, “I still haven’t learned names, but are you alright? You look really shaken.”
You nod, not trusting yourself to speak, all bundled up in a flannel, sweater, and jacket combo that helped ease the a/c that blasted the lecture room into arctic temperatures. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine, just had a nightmare.”
“Hope I wasn’t that bad,” the man chuckles, “it was only the first lecture.”
“No,” you try, “no, it’s not you. I’ve-I have a lot of nightmares. And I don’t get much sleep.”
“Because of the nightmares,” the man asks, and you wonder what you’re doing spilling your guts out to this stranger when you keep telling Andy that you’re good. You keep telling Dan that you’re getting enough sleep and no mom you were eating a big heart breakfast even though it was usually only cereal that turned to mush before you could finish it.
“Yeah,” you sigh, clutching onto the strap of your backpack. “I’ve just sort of been a mess. And,” your voice cracks, “it’s just me. For a while it was all of my friends but they got better and I feel like shit because I can’t move on and it’s been almost a year.” And there was the word vomit.
“I know it’s not much but,” your professor tries, “everyone heals at different lengths of time.”
“I think I’m late for class,” you suddenly realize, because you’d scheduled art history right after english so you wouldn’t have nothing to do on campus for over an hour.
“It’s just the first day,” he repeats.
“I should get going,” you tell him.
“Of course.”
“I’ll try not to fall asleep in your class.”
“How about you first try to get some sleep at home.”
You feel heat rise to your cheeks, “yeah. No promises though.”
You’re painstakingly trying to make dinner that isn’t kraft mac and cheese or a frozen entree from trader joes. But you quickly learn that you don’t have a lot of the pantry staples. Like pepper, or bay leaves, and kraft mac and cheese was looking likelier by the minute. Who knew making pasta was so complicated.
At least you have salt for the pasta water, from the salt packets you’d collected over the course of the last month of take out. It was economical despite what Stacey had chastised you about the last time you’d facetimed. One takeout box worked as lunch and dinner.
Maybe Dan had a point.
You probably weren’t eating enough. All your jeans were a little loose now, but at least you were finally using the belt Ava had given you for your birthday so that you too could be “a bad bitch like me,” according to her.
At least the pasta sauce was easty, being from a can, all you had to do was heat it up.
There was enough daylight left, even as fall crept into the world, that you left the curtains open. It wasn’t like you were completely abandoned out here. You lived at the old house at the end of a street. And yeah, the woods surrounded your humble abode one three sides, but if you screamed, the neighbors would definitely hear.
Unfortunately, it wouldn’t be Cid running over to check on you anymore.
You finally finish making pasta, only to find you didn’t leave the pasta boiling for long enough. The noodles are still chewy but you power through it in the name of self care.
It’s not that bad. Really, for the first attempt. You’ll have to go grocery shopping for more than chips and lunchables though if you plan on cooking more in the future and fuck why does everything connect back to Noah.
Like a great student in the cast of the Lucas, you’ve already finished your assignments due tomorrow but only because yeah, Andy had sort of been right, living this close to the woods freaked you out at night but every single night, like tonight, you bundled yourself in an oversized sweater you might or might not have begged off Noah’s mom, and step into your backyard with a heavy duty flashlight because you know you saw him. He’s out there, and maybe Lucas and Lily had been right to leave far far away, but you couldn’t when Noah was stuck here forever.
He didn’t deserve that. He was just a messed up kid the same way you all were after having gone messing around in those ruins as kids.
You step into the chilly air in dollar tree flip flops that you’d bought when you’d all gone to drop Tom off at his new job by his university, the local one that Tom had sort of always wanted to go to because unlike you, he’d thought about college since junior year instead of waiting for the last quarter of high school to panic. Your feet still get dirt on them, but not as much as if you went out barefoot.
“Noah,” you utter as loud as you dare in the quiet of the evening.
You didn't fancy becoming the local neighborhood crazy lady though you were on your way there.
Maybe it could be you and Ava as the village witches.
Holding the flashlight loosely, the same one Noah had taken into the woods when you’d both gone to save Dan, you cry out, feeling more sure of yourself by the minute, “Noah, are you out there? I think I saw you but considering how many police officers thought I must've seen things back in-well that night, I could have just imagined you. But I didn't, did I?” You sigh, peering out into the dark. “Do you remember me Noah? I'm your friend and-I just want to know you're there. I miss you Noah.”
Nothing peers back at you.
Last year, you'd feared seeing something looking back at you from the trees. Now, you wish there was a monster lurking about. Your monster.
Your life had officially gone from an Ari Aster horror movie to a Guillermo Del Toro movie. But given the last months, you weren't surprised.
You bite your lip, taking one last look around the yard before turning back to go to bed. “Goodnight Noah.”
Even Ava would be concerned if she knew you were purposely trying to get the shadow monster creature that Noah now was to come. She was firmly on the Noah is a SOB club. Which you might have been in if you hadn't seen Noah in the last moments of his life.
If he hadn't ultimately saved both you and Jane. In the end.
If if if. Your entire life now centered around what ifs.
You kick the kitchen counters in frustration. “Fuck,” you yell, wishing you could fix things: feeling helpless and alone and this would probably be another night tossing and turning until sunrise.
The pan of pasta you'd made earlier clatter to the floor, tomato sauce spilling like blood on the tile floor.
You scream, the ice in your veins thawing for the first time in months only to give way to the familiar terror of knowing something was in here with you. Something was in your kitchen.
You turn, bracing yourself for disappointment.
A figure coalesces from the shadows in the middle of your kitchen--you'd walked right by it without out noticing--it's eerie blue eyes glittering like fireflies in the encroaching darkness of the twilight hours. It casts its shadow across the entire house, blotting out the lamplight from the hallway, from the patio lights.
Noah.
You don't think twice, because it's Noah. Doesn't matter what shape or form he takes, you'd know this boy anywhere. Maybe it was Jane or running into the woods alone together that had bonded you until you couldn't even accept the idea he might be gone when every fiber of your being knew he wasn't, but you know it's him.
You reach out towards the shadows, taking a step forward, “Noah,” you whisper gently, awed by the fact he was finally here. “I've missed you. I-I was scared I wouldn't see you again. That you didn't want to see me.”
The creature that is and isn't Noah tilts its head, and you wonder if he remembers you at all.
You take another step forward, full in the shadows reach, “Do you remember me Noah? I'm your. . .” Friends wasn't enough to cover the ocean currents of emotions that swept through you when it came to Noah. “You're Noah. And I promised I wouldn't leave you again and I mean to keep my promise.”
Your outstretched hand hovers between you, putting the ball firmly in his court. You're close enough where you could just touch him, but you wait.
Finally, after holding your breath and listening to blood rush in your ears, Noah reaches out with his own hand-like shadow brushing like a cool breeze against your hand.
“Sss s-stay.”
You nod quickly, a smile forming in your lips, tears of joy in your eyes forming rivers down your cheeks. “I will. You don't have to be alone anymore Noah. Not ever.”
during.
Your painstakingly cut out all the different groceries on the flyers as well as adding in all the index cards of additional groceries that weren't on the flyers instead of finishing your calculus homework. You couldn't wait until you were done with math for life.
It was nice to sit on the floor if a little awkward as Noah hovered about. Sometimes it was a lot like talking to yourself.
“-So my english teacher, professor I mean, put me in touch with a company to do their social media since I'm good at english or whatever. You know, the one I told you saw me wake up from a nightmare. Which is nice since I could use a big girl job. I sent my very sparse resume this morning so I'm just waiting to hear back from them.” You start spreading out each card on the floor before curling up on the sofa.
“Okay Noah,” you gesture with a laugh because really what was your life that you were letting Noah who didn't even have a body decide your grocery list for the week. “Remember we want a pile.” You'd dubbed this monster motor skills practice much to Noah's annoyance.
His eyes flicker red and you can guess the look he's giving you.
“Oh shut up,” you laugh easily, “I have to have my fun somehow. We don't all get to knock food off the counter when you don't like it.” He didn't even eat and yet somehow your cooking skills were still offensive to him.
He laughs in an approximation of leaves rustling in the wind: leaves crunching under boots as you walked through the woods. Then, Noah finally starts grasping at the bits of paper in creative ways. Sometimes he conjures up a gust of wind which has vastly improved from blowing everything to just getting the right bit of paper onto the couch by your side. Occasionally he'll grasp at the paper which is a toss up if it'll actually work. Then there the good old vanishing and reappearing which is the most taxing but fun to watch.
“I see you think we have that adult money,” you grown as he goes for the wagyu beef. “I'm going to have to stop letting you watch worth it when I'm in class.”
Noah grumbles, before sending a pillow your way.
Another headshot.
“Don't be a dick.”
“Sss o rry,” Noah says, not meaning it even a tiny bit.
You dissolve into laughter because honestly what was your life that this was how you spent your days. With Noah. With your monster.
It takes another hour but you finally have your list. “I'm not making lasagna. Baked ziti is easier.”
Noah sends a burst of wind your way.
“Shut up I’m not lazy. Cooking is just so long! You have to cut all these things and lasagna means boiling so many noodles without tearing them and I always feel like I'm wasting salt by seasoning the water.” You ramble on as you copy down the homework answers for your math work from Slader.
“Las yyya.”
“Ziti,” you counter, refusing to budge. “Maybe art history could be my major but I think I like the writing part of english the most, but I wouldn't want to be an english teacher.”
“Lasss a ya.”
“Fine,” you roll your eyes, “I won't change the subject but the answer’s still ziti.”
If he could, you imagine Noah would roll his eyes as he settles down on the couch in front of you. You sitting criss cross applesauce on the couch with your laptop and notebook.
Noah reaches his hand out and you no longer flinch at the cool touch of shadow that obscure everything. Like a black void, not cold or warm. His touch is the closest thing to warmth you've felt since that night and maybe something inside of you was permanently broken if you couldn't get warm.
His hand against yours, hovering in the air because he wasn't corporal enough to hold your hand and fuck your heart aches at the thought that this is as good as it gets. That your growing pile of research into folklore and the occult that you hid from Ava wouldn't fix this. That you couldn't bring Noah back to. . .back to himself.
Someone knocks on the door.
It must be Dan.
Noah rises like the moon in the night sky, smothering out the light pouring in from the windows, eyes flashing red.
You roll your eyes. Men. “It's just Dan. He's a friend. Your friend too. Remember I told you about our friends?”
Noah tilts his head. “fr iendssss?”
“Yeah. Friends,” you concur, tucking your hair behind your ears as you close your computer. “Now go. I'll be back tonight.”
“Noah ahhh lone.”
You shake your head having gone through this a hundred times before. “Don't be so melodramatic Noah. I'm going to the grocery store and mooching off Dan's car, ‘s not like I'm going to the moon.”
Within the span of a blink, he's gone.
You open the door to Dan’s cheery face. “So High school still sucks. I should've done online homeschool.”
“Well don't tell Ava that. She'll never let you live it down,” you comment.
Dan shrugs. “It's nice having Andy though. And you two.”
“Ah yes, us,” you tease, “the village weirdos.”
“It's good to see you laughing again,” Dan comments without judgement. “You looked rough all summer.”
You bite your lip, thinking his words over. “Yeah. It’s. . .Its nice to feel like a real living person again.”
“Did you go to therapy like Stacey said,” Dan asks.
You shake your head. “I stopped looking back.” Which was almost the whole truth. You'd stopped looking back because Noah was here with you now.
Deciding to change the subject because you hated lying to your friend, you ask, “did Ava say what our halloween plans are this year?”
Dan nods, letting it go, “Rocky Horror Picture Show plus lots of booze. Her words, not mine.”
“Andy shot down the cemetery idea?”
“Tom was the winning argument,” Dan confesses. “Called getting drunk at the cemetery too pedestrian.”
You laugh so hard your shoulders shake. “Fucking Tom, man. Yeah I wasn't looking forward to sneaking into a cemetery either.” You hated the idea of Noah having a gravestone when he was still alive and kicking. Your major annoyance of a roommate.
“Thank god for theater then,” Dan says with a smile as you pull into town.
It's springtime in your dream. The flowers are brighter and more fragrant than any wildflower bloom you'd seen with your real walking eyes. Even as the rain pours gently in a scene that would never exist in the same perfection in real life.
You're in the same opening in the woods that you'd found Dan in. A place you hadn't ventured since.
Noah sits, back against a tree truck, as close to flesh and blood as he could get nowadays.
Without hesitation, you run to him, “Noah,” you cry out in joy.
His disarmingly warm brown eyes meet yours, brimming with the same joy you feel bubbling up from the tips of your toes all the way to your lips where you're smiling so hard it hurts. “Sup.”
You giggle, sitting down next to him, “I see you finally learned to talk.”
He rolls his eyes, before he wraps his arms around you and hugs you against his chest. “Is this real? Or just a dream.”
“Funny,” you whisper back softly, “I was just about to ask you the same thing.”
You're missing him the moment he lets you go, pulling back. His shoulder still resting against yours as if you're two trees leaning against each other for support, too intertwined to separate now.
Noah studies you carefully, without any shame, with his own features for once. He looks at you with a kind of heart wrenching earnestness that you can't bear to see for this long without reaching for him but you don't dare.
You look away, the hollow of your mouth filling with emotion. You don't know what to do with it.
You hug your knees to your chest, lapsing into silence.
He brings his hand up to your cheek, causing you to wordlessly lean into his touch, a bone deep need that would send you into his arms even knowing that he'd led you and all your friends into a trap. Even then, you'd still follow him down to the ruins.
“I'm sorry,” he finally manages, his hand cool against your skin like his shadow form. And for once, in this dream, you're not shivering with cold.
“If you had told me,” you utter gently, “about Jane, I would've helped you.”
“Well I know that now,” Noah states bitterly, his thumb caressing your hallowed cheek. It seemed like months of barely eating had taken their toll on you after all. And while you were now making the effort to eat, you still weren't at your natural weight.
You smile tightly, wishing like you knew he was, that things had gone different somewhere along the line: that you had more than just dreams and a shadow. You wish you had the boy you missed even if he was a dick sometimes. You wish you could act on the feelings that had only grown even with Noah in his current state.
“Where did your chipmunk cheeks go,” he suddenly teases, steering the conversation away from becoming a sob fest on your end. Maybe his too. You weren't sure.
You scowl, but don't pull out of his hold, feelings incredibly relaxed with him. “Don't-”
He smiles a shit eating grin, mischief twinkling in his chestnut eyes, “is it because you can't cook?”
“You're such a dick,” you utter with a disbelieving laugh, even as you shove his shoulder roughly, breaking whatever heavy tension had weld up between the two of you.
“Oh and you're a fucking angel now are you,” he retorts.
“Well excuse me for forgetting which jar of white stuff was the sugar and which was the salt! I was just trying to be cute!”
Noah doesn't relent, “and which was the jar of coke.”
You roll your eyes. “You've got to ratatouille me if we're ever going to get anywhere in the kitchen.”
“God I love that movie,” Noah says with a fond smile on his face that softens his entire features up. When he smiles like that, he's heartbreakingly handsome that you can't look away, caught in his gravitational pull and fuck you don't stand a chance.
“Me too.” You agree. “We should watch it tomorrow.”
“Deal,” Noah says, puffing up his chest and sitting up straight as he holds his hand out.
You shake on it, before you both burst out laughing.
For the first time in months, you have to force yourself to wake up.
You're making pancakes for lunch. Nothing fancy, a box mix much too Noah's annoyance. You were in the mood for them and you had a mix so it was a total no brainer.
Noah's in the woods somewhere. He's yet to drag you in too deep, having quickly realized that you were still fucked up about venturing into the woods even with the biggest baddest monster around as your best friend. You can sense him out there even from your downsized house which was homier than your actual house ever was.
It's been over a year.
You think you're making a lot of progress.
You sleep through the night. You turn the lights off. And you don't flinch at the sound of random large noises.
Lucas even talked about visiting for the summer.
Progress.
It's a saturday morning and you only have an hour or two of work to get through, mostly email correspondence. Working from home was unexpected, but it saved you from dealing with customers. You got enough horror stories from your friends. You've got most of the day to spend with Noah and you're starting to feel like you should take him up on a walk through the woods.
Someone knocks on your door.
You aren't expecting anyone.
You swallow, reminding yourself that nothing was haunting you now. There was no monster waiting to kill you anymore. And monsters don't knock.
They knock again.
You brace yourself, before peering though the peephole.
It was just Tom and someone you'd never met before. Just Tom.
You open the door. “Hey Tom,” you say friendly enough, remembering to smile and act like a real human being instead of the heavily traumatized teenager you still were.
His own face is a grim mirror image of yours only a few months ago. All dead eyes and hallowed out. “I,” he looks at the friend he's brought along, “We have a problem. Like the one that happened here.”
Your stomach drops and you can only think Noah, as the ice in your veins ratchets up and you feel frozen in place.
Tom continues on, caught up in his own terror, “I already texted the others. I-I didn't know who else to ask.”
You feel yourself nod in some strange out of body experience which finds you sitting on your sofa.
“I smell something burning,” Tom's friend asks, clearing wondering if you're going to get up, but that seems like an impossible task as you think and think yourself into a black hole of misery.
What now.
Someone must've turned off the pancakes at some point you think as your friends still in town fill your house even as you sit on your sofa, a little ball of self amplifying panic that fills your chest and you're so so cold. It's summer again. A hot 89 degrees Fahrenheit and you're wearing a hoodie that's long lost Noah's scent.
You pull the sleeves down over your hands as Dan takes a seat next to you.
Ava has a thick three inch black binder of occult lore ready to go even as Andy jokes about Ava having finally achieved her lifelong dream.
It doesn't take long for the smiles to fade as Tom’s friend goes over their situation and yeah. . .it sounds like a monster. Like Jane. Like Noah.
A monster in a lake.
It made sense.
What was a forest without something lurking among the trees. What was a lake without something hidden in its depths.
“I can't swim,” you utter the same words you'd told Noah months ago. It hadn't been a dream then anymore than your usual nights were. The only time that you and Noah saw each other as close to normal as possible.
You'd missed the quirk of his mouth as he laughed, the corners of his eyes all scrunched up.
Tom forces a smile for your benefit. “When we get rid of this thing you guys should come over for a swim.”
“Hell yeah,” Andy chimes in, patting your knee, “I can teach you to swim.”
You shake your head. “That's not what I meant. I-,” you glance at all the faces staring at you, waiting. You take a deep breath, your heartbeat slowing down as you sense Noah draw near. You hug your arms to your chest, always cold. “I had a dream about a lake, a couple months ago. I drowned. . .something drowned me.”
Dan inhales sharply, staring intently at his shoes.
“You think it's got something to do with the power,” Andy asks out loud.
“It has to be connected dude,” Tom says with a nod. “If they're sensing it from here.”
“It is only on the other side of the woods,” Ava points out, looking over at you with a frown.
Noah's inpatient. You can sense him pacing around the tree line behind your house. Your anxiety must’ve worried him.
You make the tough call. “Guys,” you stand up, moving towards the back door. “I have something to show you.”
They follow you out without a thought, everyone reeling from their own trauma as Ava and Tom bounce ideas off each other. Toms friend. . .you hadn't caught a name, looks just as shaken as you used to feel every day.
You force yourself to look at the trees. “Noah,” you reach a hand out, “it's okay. They're friends. You can come out.”
Ava's face immediately tenses, shooting you a dark look that means you are definitely having amping talk with her later. Right, she was part of club Noah was a rat faced liar.
Tree branches rustle and you smile as you spot a cluster of shadows in the split second before they form a humanoid body.
“Oh jeez,” Andy says painfully, wincing as Noah emerges into your backyard, eyes a sparkling blue of a lightning bolt.
You draw your hand back to your chest, imagine the way he'd held it in the dream, and that he couldn't in life.
“Friend ss!”
Dan jumps back a good two feet. Tom's gaze flits between you and Noah, before deciding to focus on Noah.
His friend utters, “is-are we safe?”
“Yeah Noah,” you reply ignoring her, “they're friends. They have their own not so friendly scooby doo monster they need help with. Remember Tom.”
Noah nods, “bass ket ball….Andy!”
“I'm sorry,” Ava cuts in sharply, glaring at you. “How long has this been going on for exactly?”
Noah looks at you, and you don't know if it's sheepish or if it's, you want me to get rid of them, so you cut in. “It doesn't matter. This,” you say, waving at Noah, “is help isn't it?”
“She has a point,” Tom utters with a shrug.
“Sssss orry Ava,” Noah utters loud enough to scare off the birds that had been standing on the utility pole.
Ava blinks, clearly thrown for a loop. And then decides to let it go for now, “Fine, fine but don't blame me when the shadow monster kills us all.”
“Which shadow monster,” Dan points out because now there were two. But one was Noah and he'd never hurt anyone. You knew that for a fact the same way you knew that Noah would capitulate to playing fear factor tea party even though he found worms disgusting as a kid.
“We have the worst luck,” Andy groans.
Tom's friend shrugs, “I'll take all the help I can get.”
You look back over at Noah, who's at least trying, by shrinking himself down to almost human sized. “Behave.” You say teasingly, wagging a finger and everything.
Noah's eyes flash red which sends them all a step back. “Yessss mom,” he croaks back in the most teenage angst tone of voice that has you thinking you might just lift the my chemical romance ban for the week.
“You're such a dick,” you snip back with a laugh. You catch Andy's gaze, his expression funny as he looks at you, but says nothing.
Ava rounds on you as soon as Noah and the others are gone. You can sense him getting further and further away and your gut turns because what if he never comes back. “When the hell were you going to tell us about that thing!”
“It's Noah,” you protest with a whine.
Andy scowls angrily, “that's not Noah. And even if it was he tried to kill us, or don't you remember?”
You flinch because yeah. There wasn't exactly much you could say on that front.
“He was trying to help Jane,” you speak up, trying anyway.
“Ugh,” Ava groans, punching her nose bridge, “that was never Jane and it's not Noah. It's a monster. Get that through your head.”
You curl up into yourself.
“Guys,” Dan tries to speak up, but Ava is on a roll.
“It could have killed you,” she shouts, voice breaking.
“Noah wouldn't-” you protest, trying to get them to understand, but your limbs are heavy. Your cold and all you want to do is curl up in bed until he gets back.
“Noah tried to kill us,” Andy reiterates.
Which has you back to square one, “because he was trying to save Jane! He didn't know she was going to kill us and it doesn't matter because he died for me in the end,” you snap back just as pissed off.
“It wasn't Jane,” Ava says waving her arms aggressively.
“How else would she have known about the whistle?”
“Because Noah told Redfield!”
You shake your head. “You were there. You saw her cross out Redfield,” you tell the three of them. “And I was there at the end. Noah chose to die so Jane could finally be free. He died so I got to leave that place.” A violent shiver runs down your spine.
Andy draws back. You hadn't said a word of what transpired after you were left alone with the Marshall twins, it had seemed to be a private and intimate matter.
“So yeah,” you finish, “maybe he did lure us down there, but he also died to keep any of us from dying. You don't have to forgive him but he's lord fucking voldemort or sauron.”
Dan looks at you with pity.
You all sit down in an angry cloud of silence that buzzes and pricks at your thoughts. This was exactly why you hadn't told them.
“At least you finally found your spunk again,” Ava offers after a few minutes.
You ignore her.
She rolls her eyes, looking through her supernatural research.
“How long,” Dan ventures to ask.
The others are listening. They don't look at you but they straighten up on the couch.
For once you're glad not everyone is here. Stacey was relentless and Lucas never would never stop going at it even when he'd made his point. Lily might understand, but she'd still be hurt.
“Since last fall,” you admit.
Dan nods as though he had guessed as much, “when you started getting better.”
You nod. “Noah doesn't let me eat frozen meals or takeout all week.”
“Oh fuck,” Ava swears, “it really is Noah.”
You pull the fleece blanket that's usually somewhere in the living room over your shoulders to try and warm up, a useless exercise, you knew that by now but it didn't stop you. Not when your joints hurt from the cold. You couldn't wait until Noah got back.
“You know it's 93 degrees out right,” Andy says lightly.
“Yeah,” you shrug shamelessly, “I'm freezing though.”
Ava tilts her head in thought.
“Yeah, I'll say,” Andy replies, “you're not even sweating in this heat.”
“He's-he's never hurt you, not even by accident,” Dan asks gently.
“No-god no,” you answer honestly. “He's-well he's got okay control now. He did ruin a couple light bulbs but he's. . .he’s never forgotten he's Noah so no he wouldn't hurt me.”
“I hope for your sake you're right,” Andy mutters darkly. “You're the one playing house with a shadow monster.”
You slump into the couch as your cheeks burn. You can't make yourself look at any of them because Andy's words hit closer to home then you would like.
This was probably as good as it was going to get for you and Noah. There was no first kiss, no holding hands or. . .there was just the hours you slept in bed and your own monster who kept you cool if not warm.
And even with that realization, you'd still choose him.
Wasn't that what love is?
after.
“I can't believe you went on a dumb ghost adventure without me and unlocked a whole new skill,” you complain while sipping on your match latte that you'd bought that little electric thing for specifically.
Noah does jazz hands with a deadpan expression on his face that makes the action even more surreal, now semi transparent and glowing a ghostly blue but at least looking like himself.
You'd both been binge watching danny phantom for ideas.
You were coming up on the second year of community college and it was time to think about transferring. . .to the nearest university because Noah was pretty much bound to these woods. And there was no way in hell you were leaving him. So there was one choice.
This morning you really only had to select your next fall semester classes. But first, spotify. You needed some jams to get you through the morning.
“At least there’s something to be said for being a ghost monster thing,” Noah shrugs, sitting down on the floor, attempting to turn the page on a book you’d left open last night, too exhausted to clean up. His hand passes right through the pages.
“Noah,” you complain weakly because boy oh boy did this boy say the saddest things sometimes and it sucked you couldn’t actually hug him because you had the feeling that your words didn’t always stick. It was clear that Noah didn’t always believe you when you said your plethora of comforting words in place of hugging him until he realized just how much he meant to you.
He looks up at you from the floor with an easy smile. “Yeah?”
And you roll your eyes. Joking about it was good. Your therapist had said it wouldn’t always be as bad as it had been that first week when you’d been practically catatonic in the hospital. “How does tame impala sound,” you ask him because manners. It’s not like he could change the music, and you never wanted him to feel left out just because he wasn’t solid enough to affect the material world.
“I’m not listening to elephant for two hours.”
“Hey,” you yelp, “sometimes I listen to let it happen.”
He sneers, “still not listening to the same two songs on replay.”
“Who listens to an entire album all the way through,” you complain. “Fine, what do you want to listen to? And it can’t be angsty. I want to have a nice morning.”
“Oh come one,” Noah laughs, “Evanescence is unmatched.”
You scrunch your mouth in thought even as you bob your head in agreement. “It does have to be good to be meme worthy. But also, like what emo preteen didn’t have a big fat crush on Amy Lee.”
“I remember you being obsessed with daredevil,” Noah reminisces.
“Hey,” you point out, looking up from the list of classes, “I was obsessed with elektra. Get your facts straight.”
Noah laughs, floating up to sit by you on the couch because he might look like he used too but he was still more ghost than living breathing person, “like that makes it better.”
You smile nostalgically, your knees bouncing with delight as you abandoned the pretense of school to talk with Noah: an easy choice. “You remember when me and Jane would pretend to be elektra and catwoman?”
He snorts, shaking his head with amusement, hands resting on his knees even as he leans in closer to you, “I remember you two would chase me around the house with a stick.”
“It was a knife man,” you say between laughs, “you’ve got to use,” you raise your hands to mimic spongebob, creating a rainbow shape, “you’re imagination.”
He brushes strands of auburn hair from his eyes, and the action strikes a chord in your heart that makes you wish more than anything you could reach out and touch him.
But he’s intangible.
You shove that thought down, focusing instead of enjoying this moment with him. “How about Florence and the Machine?”
“Why are you always shooting down my ideas,” Noah huffs, smiling too softly as he gazes at you to truly be hurt or annoyed.
“You made us listen to Nickelback last time!”
He shrugs shamelessly, “Nickelback is unmatched performance art. And I stand by that statement.”
You shake your head, wracked with laughter until you feel pinpricks of tears in your eyes because this boy! It always came back to Noah and how easily he was able to tease a lightness out of you that you thought you’d lost forever after the night of the school dance.
“Gorillaz?”
He hums in thought, “Demon days.”
You scroll through spotify easily enough. That album was among your top played.
You keep the volume low because you are a certified adult and it's morning and you don’t want a racket this early in the morning. Well, noon, but that was early for you. Okay, so you were only sort of an adult, but you could make pasta without burning anything so baby steps.
“Hey,” Noah asks gently.
You look up, only to find him having shifted closer to you. If Noah could breathe, you’d no doubt be able to feel the warmth of his breath, but you’ll settle for his soothing presence that takes the sting from your perpetual chill. He’s leaning forward and his hand hovers above the skin of your cheek and you don’t dare to lean into his touch no matter how much you yearn to feel the touch of his skin that you know you won’t get because he’s not tangible.
So you lock eyes with him, holding your breath, gut clenching in anticipation.
Noah parts his lips as if to speak, but utters nothing. He closes his mouth again, letting the silence press on.
It might all be in your head, but you swear you can feel the warmth of his hand against your skin. His thumb rubs circles you can’t feel against your cheek.
He leans forward, his forehead resting against yours. Your eyes flutter shut, a sigh escaping your lips at the close contact. There’s a deep well of longing for more than can ever be possible between you and Noah at the base of your throat.
It’s easy to forget, but Noah’s dead.
He died and he’s here but not in the same way you’re part of this world.
A breeze passes over the swell of your mouth, and you slowly open your eyes, heart lodged in your throat.
Noah’s shifted his hold down to your jaw, sitting up on his knees as he leans towards you like a sunflower grows towards the sun, his thumb brushing over your mouth. And you wish more than anything that you could kiss him.
It’s always strange to look into his eyes, expecting a soft hazelnut hue, and seeing an inhuman vibrant blue of an electrical shortage.
“I’m glad it's you,” Noah whispers softly, his voice as gentle as a summer breeze.
It’s enough to break your heart all over again. “I’m just happy you’re here,” you say, painfully aware of the tears forming in your eyes. He was the choice you made over and over again because you’d take whatever Noah had to offer.
“If-,” he utters carefully, “if I could, I would kiss you right now.”
“I’d let you.”
His eyes reflect the same heart wrenching pain of knowing that anything more between you two just wasn’t in the cards.
You summoned the courage to lift your hand to cup his jaw, mindful to hover just over the space where his body should be, guided by the spectral blue outline. There’s nothing but air under your fingers.
Noah, forever out of your reach.
There’s a reason you try not to think about this situation too hard.
There’s no happy ending to be found here.
One second, Noah’s intertwined with you.
Within the span of a blink, he’s gone.
Disappeared.
Right, he’s a ghost, he can do that.
You walk through a trail behind your house. The suns still high in the sky and the anxiety is manageable with Noah goofing off along with you as you complain about having to take biology as a english major and the fact no one in your group for political science did any work but you and this international student from Malaysia which you couldn’t point to if someone held a gun to your head. The dumb american sterotype held true for you when it came to geography.
The woods don’t seem as menacing anymore.
“Malaysia’s in southeast asia,” Noah offers.
“How do you know that?”
Noah shrugs, “I wanted to travel. Go anywhere but Westchester.”
You frown. He’d never get to leave now. “Really? I just wanted to go to disney world,” you reply because it was true and you knew it would make him laugh.
He snorts, shaking his head, “you’re so basic.”
“Shut up!” You cry out, smiling easily. “My parents had a conference in disneyworld one year. And after that Disney would send us vacation information and videos back when VHS and DVDs were a thing. It just seemed. . .I know it's a tourist trap but everyone seemed really happy and I’d wanted the videos a lot on the weekends.” You admit, looking down at your sneakers. It seems silly when Noah knows what your family is like, what your perpetually absent parents are like, but you still feel a sense of shame at admitting that your parents never prioritized you.
They were more than happy to have you spend the night with Noah and Jane if that meant not having to take care of you, back when they still flew back to Westchester.
“Disney in Japan’s better,” Noah quips, “and you don’t even have to step foot in florida to go there.”
“Yeah,” you giggle, “because we live somewhere better than florida.”
“Much better,” he teases, “we don't have humidity.”
You snort, shaking your head as you continue down the well worn trail.
“Did-can I ask you something?”
“Shoot,” you tell him, looking back, and waiting for him to catch up.
Noah floats in front of you, only an inch or two of the ground but it’s fine because no one really goes into the woods here as if there’s some subconscious warning ringing in the prey part of the townspeople’s minds, keeping them away from here. “Did your parents come to your graduation?”
You purse your lips. “No.” And then proceed to make the age old excuses for them. Parent-teacher conference week with your current nanny had been fun. “They were doing research up in Alaska I think. It was the only time of the year for some fish species. . .And Now I don’t really need them.” You think they’re in Antarctica, but you can never be sure. They're very hands off and don’t call except for christmas trusting that if you need anything, you’d call them.
Noah’s eyes flash red, and for a second, he loses control over his appearance. He’s an angry storm of shadows.
It speaks to the fact that for over a year now, he’s been your main companion that you don’t even flinch, just wait for him to calm down.
“It’s whatever,” you shrug, used to being on your own, “I had our whole group and Ava invited me along to her graduation potluck.”
“It’s not whatever,” Noah snarls, having regained his spectral blue form complete with his signature beanie. “They’re your parents.” His outburst sends the birds flying out of the trees, far away from him.
“Yeah, well,” you shrug, “we don’t exactly have great parents.” Noah’s had been okay if tense before the accident with Jane.
Noah frowns deeply, still seething. When he got into a mood, he could spend days mulling it over, working himself into a whole downward spiral of dark thoughts.
You leave him to his brooding as you make your way back to your house, hands in your jacket pocket: your old leather jacket for once. You knew what to expect from your parents and that was an allowance and a phone call at christmas. Not even almost dying had caused them to fly home and check on you.
The backdoor is open.
You know you'd closed it when you left. Having your own personal ghost hadn't made you sloppy.
You share a glance with Noah before calling out. “Hello?” It could just be Ava pulling a mean prank on you, but she had blatantly refused to come to your house as long as Noah was lingering around. It was a pointless stance when Noah could really wander freely around Westchester and often did. You sensed him around town sometimes when you were in class even if you couldn't see him.
“Oh you're finally back,” Lily says, calling out from your kitchen.
Wait, Lily! Wasn't she supposed to be in California?
“I told you we should've let them know,” Stacey cries out from inside, shrill voice carrying.
Oh! Were they all here.
You step inside excitedly, Noah following suit, still scowling.
He'd eventually get over the thing with your parents. You had.
“What are you all doing here,” you ask, taking in the sight of your friends spread out in your house. It was a tighter fit than your childhood home, but it felt more like a home than that house ever had. Even Toms here on the couch exchanging notes with Ava.
“Friendsgiving,” Lily offers.
You'd forgotten that's why you had the week off from school. It had slipped your mind after years of not doing anything for this holiday. “I thought we were against Thanksgiving?” You feel touched and surprised and happy.
“Oh we are. It's all a bunch of government propaganda,” Lucas says pushing his glasses up, “but we're all in town for the week so. . .”
You smile.
And then Stacey spots Noah lingering by the backdoor.
“You,” she yells, her entire face flushing red.
Noah, who's dick-ish tendencies you're well aware of, proceeds to smirk which only pisses Stacey off more and has Lucas rising to his feet, fueled by the same anger as Stacey. “Me,” he smirks.
Stacey lobs the nearest thing she can find, a plate you'd bought at Ikea a year ago, at him.
Ava looks really pleased with herself.
Noah dodges even though it would've gone right through him.
The plate shatters against the doorframe.
He totally could've caught that. He could've saved your plate.
“Missed Stace,” Noah cackles.
Your friend turns even redder, before grabbing the vase on the table and aiming for Noah once again.
Ava smothers a laugh on the couch.
Lucas is starting to look like he wants in on the action.
Lily looks uncomfortable in the middle of the action. Like she's rather not deal with it which has been your friends m.o. for the last few months. They don't ask about Noah's and you don't bring him up. It'll save Andy an ulcer in the long run.
The vase shatters as it hits the wall, Noah having stepped out of the way in time.
Stacey eyes your favorite black mug emblazoned the sanderson sisters museum, and you know you have to step in.
She's hoisting the mug trying to get a clean shot, not caring that she just spilled half a mug full of water on your floor, when you step in between her and Noah. “Stacey, you're never going to hit him!”
“I don't care,” she snarls furiously. “He tried to kill us!”
“He didn't know,” you defend Noah. Because saying it's been two years wouldn't work. You can't force anyone to forgive him.
“You can't be serious,” Lucas says shaking his head. “After what he did.”
“He was just trying to help Jane. It's not his fault that the power corrupted his sister to the point she would try to kill us!” In the late sleepless nights, you'd thought about Jane and finally gotten that ghost to rest. What else had there been to think about alone and sobbing in the dead of the night, curled up like a bear hibernating for winter.
“I can't believe you're defending him!” Stacey yells.
You cross your arms over your chest, staring her down.
Lily tilts her head, glancing behind you at Noah, “I didn't know you could look like. . .you.”
“Yeah,” he deadpans, raising his arms to do jazz hands. “Ta-da.”
“It's a new development,” you offer through clenched teeth, still busy staring down Lucas and Stacey, who still has your mug in her hand.
“He learned it from our lake monster,” Tom adds, looking through your vinyls. “Man you've got to get some older stuff and not just what urban outfitter’s selling.”
You frown. “What's wrong with Lana Del Rey?”
“You just need more variety,” Tom councils.
“I told you,” Noah says with an annoyingly charming smirk. He pats your shoulder with his hand even though it goes right through the layers of clothes that you're bundled up in.
You roll your eyes.
“No,” Lucas says, head in his hands, “we’re not doing this. We’re not acting like everything's fine,” he manages through a clenched jaw.
You raise a brow at your friends. Stacey’s still visibly pissed. Ava has her own arms crossed over her chest, but resigned since she's had more time to process. Andy's sneaking a slice of pumpkin pie as the drama unfolds.
Lily won't meet your gaze.
Dan looks like he wants to speak up, but he doesn't and you understand because it's a lot to forgive let alone forget for long enough to sit down to a friendsgiving when Noah can't even eat food anymore and instead goes around pestering you to make meals from scratch.
“It's fine,” Noah says quietly. “I can just go.”
“You do that,” Stacey replies bitingly.
“Noah you-,” you turn to protest. But he's gone.
You swallow your words, looking at your friends. “So are we making or just reheating,” because you love your friends as much as you love Noah. It's why it feels like your heart’s being torn in half.
“A bit of both,” Tom says, “nothing complex.”
“Britney said she's on her way now,” Lily adds. “hope you don't mind. She's bringing Jocelyn since Jocelyn's friends with Tom.”
Your eye twitches. It's unfair that they can have you the two girls who bullied you all for years to the point you got bruises and Lily would skip class to cry in the bathroom but you can't have Noah here when he only tried to kill you all once on accident.
“We might have to use my desk chair and the couch but I think we can make it work,” you say instead of picking a fight.
Lily smiles happily and tells you about these cute turkey plates she got from the 99 cent store at the beginning of the month.
Britney's making you all watch Legally Blonde which no one is really mad about.
You've gotten a thick wool blanket because you're starting to shiver with cold and it's not even 11 at night but you're ready to kick them out so Noah'll come back. You're squished in between Tom and Ava which means they spend the entire time talking your ear off about the power and Ava's current witchcraft project which involves lots of dirt, salt, and herbal oils. They lose you and you're not sure what the spell’s supposed to do but Ava does conjure an actual flame from her fingertip.
Dans laughing easily, sitting on the ground by your feet, with Andy and Jocelyn, who's still bitchy but in a more affable way that gets a laugh out of you.
It's a nice night, one of the best you've had in a while with all your friends and now their friends too and you think that it would be easy to be friends for life. It's been two years since that school dance night. You've all kept touch.
But it's just not the same without Noah.
You're probably the only one who thinks that.
The dream is easy to get lost in. You and Noah throwing popcorn at each other instead of paying attention in the dream movie theater. Every time you look up at the screens there's a different movie playing.
At least here Noah is tangible, the popcorn he throws getting tangled in your hair even as you slump in your seat to try and dodge the attacks.
Noah grins mischievously and you don't have time to move before he's dumping the entire bucket of popcorn on your head.
“You're such a dick,” you laugh, beginning the long work of getting popcorn out of your hair. They don't stick in Noah's brown locks.
“It's a dream,” Noah notes, “just imagine them away.”
“Okay,” you try, shutting your eyes and imagining your hair a lavender purple shade.
You open your eyes and sure enough the popcorns gone. “Kind of digging how dreams work.”
“There's some nice things about them,” Noah agrees.
“Oh yeah like what?”
“Like this,” Noah grins smugly before leaning in and-
“Get up,” Ava snaps gleefully, as she pounces on you in bed.
“Wha-”
“Hurry up,” she repeats as you blink, trying to get your bearings.
“How did you get in here?” You ask, shoving her off you.
“Door,” she shrugs, “I found a spell to unlock locks. Where's your boyfriend?”
“My what!” You feel heat rise to your cheeks as you rush to change into a pair of jeans. Maybe a cleaner sweater too.
Ava rolls her eyes. “Your boyfriend. Noah? You're not shivering so he can't be far.”
She grabs your hand as soon as you pull your sweater over your head and drags you out of your room. Tom, Andy, and Dan are loitering around the living room.
After graduating, Andy and Dan have both decided to go to the local university. You knew it had to do with Tom and his whole research into the power even as Ava was planning a semester abroad because she firmly believed that there was more supernatural occurrences in the world.
You close your eyes focusing on Noah. “He's on his way,” you confirm, sending him in the woods near your house. When you both entered the dreamworld, Noah more often than not ended up in the ruins.
You took his word for it.
You didn't plan on ever stepping foot in those ruins again.
“I mean,” Ava laughs humorlessly, “I always thought I was the winona ryder of our group but you're an actual monster fucker so you've got me beat by a mile.”
You can only look at her with alarm, aware your mouth was just hanging open in surprise.
“Please don't say that shit,” Andy groans. “It's bad enough knowing that asshole’s doing fine and dandy not facing punishment.” He says as if Noah didn't die.
“I'm-what, what's going on here?” You look around at your friends.
They exchange glances as Noah appears, back resting against the wall looking too cool for school in his usual disaffected way, hands in his pockets.
Andy sighs, before speaking up, “Tom, I think you should-”
“No,” Ava shakes her head, “I can explain it.”
Tom raises a brow.
She nods. “I'm chill.”
“You've never been chill in your life but go on,” Andy teases.
Ava's expression softens, the guarded rage that simmered in the lines around her frown disappear as she looks at you and Noah. “I think I know how to bring Noah back.”
You swallow, “How-how is that even possible,” because you and Noah have never mentioned the fact that he's dead but he is. You watched him die.
“Ava,” Noah says, long having resigned himself to this partial existence, “even the power can't bring the dead back to life. Just look at the zombie animals. They're not really alive.”
Dan does a little, continue on, hand motion directed at her.
“Well, that's the thing,” she says, locking eyes with Noah, “I don't think you're dead.”
Noah’s expression is stone cold as he outstretches his arms out wide. Which like right, he was literally a ghost right now.
“Yeah,” Ava nods, “I can see that. But, it fits. I first started working on this theory when they mentioned they could sense you, and then there's the fact,” she looks at you now, “you're always cold. And not just you need a jacket cold but cold in the summer heat even with three layers, as if your body was-”
“Dying,” Noah utters aloud.
She nods, looking over at Tom.
He clears his throat, “when people get absorbed into the power, their memories don't last but you remember things pretty well.”
The corners of Noah's mouth lift up, a small smile on his lips. “Well I can't take the credit for that,” he says meeting your eyes.
“Somehow,” Ava says carefully to Noah, “down in the ruins, you two tied your lives together. That’s why you're still yourself and why they're always freezing cold. Because your body is still down in the ruins and I'm willing to bet it's frozen in the same state since that night.”
“Speak for yourself,” Andy scowls, “I'm not stepping foot in the ruins.”
“Redfield isn't there anymore,” Noah frowns.
“Yeah well,” Andy bites back, “I don't trust you.”
That shuts Noah up.
“And how. . .,” you start to ask as hope fills your chest even as you try to be careful because you saw Noah die and now Ava was bringing you a shot in the dark. “How would that work exactly?”
Ava shrugs. “First we have to go to the ruins. See if I'm right and then-”
“She doesn't know,” Noah states. “But I think it's worth a shot.”
“I'm going to wait with Andy out here,” Dan states, fingers wrapped tightly around the baseball bat with wire you'd kept since that school year.
“Yeah, sure,” you nod, wrapping him in a quick hug because he probably had the worst time of you all here and yet he'd still come along.
He hugs you back before you make your way to Tom and Ava are both bickering over some obscure text that might or might not be true: Noah sits on the crumbling step that marks the entrance to the ruins, deceivingly calm. It's the first time you've been here since that night.
You remind yourself there's nothing to fear. Just Noah and you're not scared of him.
“Well then,” Tom motions you first.
Noah rolls his eyes, “if I wanted to kill you I could do it without luring you down there.”
Ava twists her mouth, expression furious.
You go to smack his shoulder, your hand passing right through him and hitting the stone wall. “Shit,” you grumble, rubbing your knuckles.
Noah sniggers, not the slightest bit apologetic.
Ava gives you a look that can be best summed up as him?
You shrug. It's not like you planned on being helplessly in love with Noah Marshall, you just were.
Noah goes down first, his form glowing brightly for your benefit, as you follow closely behind him.
Tom and Ava wait a second before following you down. So they were using you as a test.
The ruins are just as dark and awful as you remember. Rocks slick with water that drips down from the roof. You pay close attention where you step, not wanting to break a leg down here, as you enter the chamber where the creature-that-had-been-Jane forced you to play are you scared.
The chairs are still tossed around the room that maybe was a basement once, or maybe it just reminded you of the idea of a basement, but it's the body lying in the floor that takes your breath away. Noah, exactly the way you'd last send him, covered in dirt and grime, absolutely no color in his skin. There was no rise and fall in his chest, and his lips were tinged blue.
Tom shines his light over Noah's prone body. “Well he's definitely preserved, there's no rotting smell.”
“Try not to talk about me like I'm a piece of meat,” Noah says, lingering next to you, his shoulder brushing against yours (or coming close to the feeling).
You look up at him, trying to gauge his reaction, but his expression is carefully blank. You turn to Ava, “what do you need me to do?”
Ava looks from you to Noah, “I'm not sure. There's not exactly an instruction manual but, you should be able to draw him out from the power.”
“Bet that goes both ways,” Noah utters grimly.
Tom nods.
“So I could just as easily get caught up down here?”
Ava nods sternly, “but that's not going to happen.”
Noah looks at you, shaking his head, “we shouldn't risk it.”
“What! No,” you shake your head, feeling warmth in your fingers for the first time in years. You reach for him, not caring that your fingers pass right through. It's the thought that counts and you've had millions of thoughts centered around Noah.
“What if you end up like me,” Noah says, voice cracking.
You swallow thickly, “you can't think like that.”
“It is a lot to risk,” Tom points out gently.
You bite your lip, eyes tearing up, “I know.”
“Well I'm not,” Noah counters, crossing his arms over his chest, eyes glowing an infernal red as he makes his point. “It's my body after all.”
“Noah-,” you start.
“I'm not risking you.”
Ava fake gags, making you turn towards her, crouched over Noah's body with Tom all while taking down notes. When she knows she has the attention of you both, she smirks, “monster. fucker.”
Noah snorts.
“Don't worry Ava,” you joke, “you're still that very witch.”
“Damn right I am,” she grins.
“Should we. . .,” Tom says, scratching his chin in thought. “They're movies but still. . .”
“Maybe it has to just be them two,” Ava posits at Tom, “like it was last time.”
“Maybe. . .”
“So we’re doing this then?”
Ava's about to say something when she catches the death glare Noah's sending her. “How about you two decide that before we start trying anything.” She drags Tom up the stairs.
“Forget it,” Noah huffs, “I refuse to risk you.”
“I want to!” You cry out, “I want to help you and now I have the chance to.”
“Trust me. You don't want to be a monster.”
“You're not a monster,” you counter, squaring up against Noah.
He scowls before shifting into a mass of shadows, eyes a blazing wildfire burning though acres of bush land. He always had to have the last word.
“You're not a monster,” you repeat, still right by him, whether he was shadows or a specter he was Noah and that was all that mattered to you. “You've never been a monster. You've never hurt anyone. You helped out with the lake ghost. You've kept me company. It doesn't matter what form you take, to me, your Noah Marshall and that's all I really care about.” The tears fall down your cheeks freely now, even as you sniffle, soft smile on your lips as Noah calms down.
Fading from red to white to blue, until he's once more wearing the stupid beanie that you teased him about. Even death couldn't make him give up the beanie.
“You really would, wouldn't you,” he says in awe, “stay. Even if this doesn't work.” As if he couldn't wrap his head around the idea that he was that precious to anyone.
You nod. Not trusting your voice.
There's a tenderness in his expression that fills your chest with warmth as he closes the distance between you, careful, as he presses his insubstantial lips against yours and you've never felt this crazy about anyone before: never felt sure about anything like you know that if someone cracked your chest open, his name would be written on your heart.
You're not scared as darkness blots out the light of the chamber.
Darkness descends until you can't see a thing.
Noah holds your hand as you walk through the cemetery. His thumb rubbing circles into the back of your hand as you lead the way to where his tombstone is.
“Your so dumb,” you mutter for the thousandth time. Stacy's mom had graciously helped with spinning the whole Noah's actually alive story, but his mom was long gone leaving behind a tombstone for her two kids.
“It's hilarious,” he says nonchalantly even though you know he fidgeted the whole car drive here.
“Tom said to keep your nose down.”
“Tom has a stick up his ass.”
You smack his shoulder lightly, “be nice. I like Tom.”
“I never said I didn't like Tom,” he frowns, and if you didn't know him as well as you do, you'd believe the serious expression in his furrowed brow.
“You're such a dick,” you shake your head with a laugh.
Noah snorts, “I'm perfectly nice.”
“Who told you that lie!”
He pulls you in close, letting go of your hand to wrap his arm around your waist, “Lily thinks so.”
“please,” you counter, “if someone asked Lily to help them find their missing puppy she'd help them.”
Noah wags his finger, “now who's being a dick.”
You burst out laughing, still in amazement that Noah was here in the flesh and blood and you were never going to tire of simple things like holding his hand or having his arm around you as you walk.
Neither of you nor Noah were hopeless romantics or sappy people, but having been put through the ringer to so much as kiss, holding hands had become an unspoken agreement when you went grocery shopping or drove over to visit Tom as you finally took him up on the offer to learn how to swim.
You halt in front of his grave.
Noah Marshall.
1999-2018
It's simple. It's impersonal.
You hate it.
Noah doesn't waste a second, opening up the camera app on his phone. and taking a selfy in front of his own tombstone. “Get in the picture!”
You shake your head with a giggle, “okay, okay, just one,” and you snuggle up to him, pulling a funny face as he gets the inscription in the selfy.
“Guess this is goodbye to Westchester then,” he says out loud.
“I guess so,” you nod, peering out into the surrounding woods.
Noah leans in, kissing your cheek, “can't say I'll miss it. Not when I'm taking the best thing in this town with me.”
Your cheeks burn red. But the way the words melt your heart doesn't make you pull a punch. “You're such a nerd beanie boy.”
“Oh shut up,” Noah laughs, pink dusting his cheekbones.
There was no doubt about it. This was love.
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Hi all!
As usual, I owe all of this to the wonderful world created by @lumosinlove. 🙏🏻
I love Kris so much. Single dad, hockey star is a mood. Apologies in advance. 😇
Enjoy!
Sweater weather chats #2
Kris joins a super secret club. Lily gets emotional. We get introduced to the bat cave. Kris is a cautionary tale for the rookies. Or that’s what Nado days. Kris is also an honorary mom. Celeste reminisces. Kasey, Nado and Kuny babysits. Everybody loves Remus. Ava wants a pony. Natalie has plans. SO MUCH BROMANCE.
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Emotional support group and Remus 🤩🥰🏒:
Friday 3.32 pm
NatNat added Kris to the group.
Allison: do I spy a new member? Welcome to the dark side, Kris. The rules are simple - this is a safe space for us to discuss our men, babies and other related topics.
Lucia: also, never tell the boys what happens at brunch. 😁
Celeste: welcome Kris. We thought you’d enjoy coming to brunch with us - Ava is always welcome.
Kris: woah? What is this? Shit. I’m honored. Also Remus? Wtf.
Remus: hi kris yeah I don’t know how I was allowed in, but it’s nice. 😁
NatNat: well Dumo might be the honorary dad but Kris is totally the honorary mom on the team. He wiped Gatorade off of Leo’s face last game. It was adorable 😍😍😍
Kris: well James did unscrew the top as a prank, not actually sure it’s a prank if you do it every game. And Leo didn’t realize. And he’s weird about not taking his blocker off. Had to help the kid out. 😆
Allison: well it made us enroll you in our secret and sacred club. Welcome! 🤩
NatNat: i forgot to send this on Wednesday!! Baby Russian with baby puppies
*kuny puppy pic*
GingerLily: awwww he looks so happy. James said he’s been depressed he cannot train this week. I love this. 😍
Anyaismyname: my baby. I knew him from he was 16. Such a sweet boy.
Kris: sweet? Are we talking about the same Kuny? He taught Ava to cuss a ref and last time the media asked her what she thought of the game and my playing, she parroted that. I had a trending tag for a month after that on Twitter😔
NatNat: I’m not condoning it but it was hilarious. I cried. But seriously he adopted a cat and named her Aya and they send me selfies with her every 7 minutes. They built her a castle in their ridiculous bat cave game room. 😅👑🐱
Remus: the bat cave is awesome. They’ve got pro surround sound and all. And a real slushee machine. 🤖 also kris, coach want you all back on the ice in 10.
NatNat: yeah haha kase is excited to go for halo night. Apparently they’ve got some sort of new VR stuff for practicing as well. 🏒🏒🏒
Celeste: Kris, don’t worry about the curse words. Marc spent three months yelling fuck at everything after Logan accidentally taught him. They get over it quick and the fans love you even more after that - haven’t you been on the most eligible list for your entire career? Also, didn’t Anya tell Kuny’s mom?
Anyaismyname: da, and believe me, Scolding work better in Russian. And I promised her to look out for her boy.
Kris: thanks guys, I know. I was just shocked. She’s my baby and sometimes I just can’t handle how quick she grows... it’s not fair... and yeah, apparently a single dad with a travel heavy job is eligible. Weird.... also - the boys’ game room is amazing and they did set up a my little pony game for her last time on the projector. Be there in three Re!!! 🏃♂️
GingerLily: awww I cant believe she was a baby when I first met her. She grows sooo quick! 😍
Kris: well it’s you soon! Good luck - you think you know what love feels like but. Damn, a baby just changes things. ☺️
GingerLily: we’re starting on the nursery next week and I can’t wait. James is hopeless with tools though but we’ve decided on a color theme at least 🥰🥰🥰
Celeste: mmh, that is always a big moment. I remember when I was pregnant with Adele, Pascal was still just settling into the Lions and we’d already moved twice, but something changed when we started working on the nursery. It got real then - he didn’t get the puck theme he wanted but nevertheless, I think that was when he really realized he was about to become a father 😍
NatNat: awwwww, can’t even imagine you two without your babies 😁
Celeste: me neither, honey, me neither. 😉
Friday, 4.38 pm
Kris: Natalie do you think we could find a puppy for Ava? We could house train it during off season and she’s been begging for a puppy for a while and i really want one too and hopefully with a puppy the “I want a pony” phase can be forgotten! :)
NatNat: of course!!! Also shouldn’t you be at training?
Kris: We finished 5 minutes ago. :) also thanks for cheering Kuny up, he was allowed to do stretches today.
NatNat: oh god. Forget the time out here. Is kase done too?
Kris: yeah but he’s currently unavailable. Something about hug a goalie day *pic of kasey and Leo, on the ice under a mountain of players*
GingerLily: 🤦🏽
Celeste: on another note my lovelies. I would love to host brunch next Sunday! We have full attendance - Elsa is visiting from Sweden! :) please let me know how many babies you’re bringing.
Sunday 7.03 am
Kris: hi Celeste. I’m really sorry to do this last minute but ava’s mom has cancelled again and I can’t get a sitter this late. I’d love to come for brunch next time though.
Celeste: oh my dear. Bring her. It’s absolutely no problem.
NatNat: hey kris. Kasey is going to nado and Kuny and he says they’re happy to babysit. Also he wants to know why you and Remus are invited to brunch. Don’t tell him anything. 😉😉😉
Kris: oh I don’t want to be a problem they probably don’t want a 4-year old to disturb their halo game...😬
NatNat: it’s not a problem at all :) (also need kase to practice - not getting any younger here 😏🤩)
Kris: well if it’s really no problem I know Ava would love to spend time with them. :) also totally rooting for baby blizzards soon!
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Blizzard created a new group: Babysitting
Blizzard added RussianGod, Nadotheman and KrisVolley
Blizzard: hey guys. Quick change of plans. Ava is hanging out with us today. Kris is going to brunch with the girls?! Said we’d be happy to spoil baby munchkin and teach her more Russian curse words
RussianGod: ok. Can we eat cookie? Also no bad words. Don’t want more yelling from Anya. She scary.
Blizzard: season diet Kuny. Oreos are only for Ava. And isn’t Anya like 5.2?
RussianGod: nado is still sleeping. But we can go to park and meet ladies. They love single dad. But Anya is little but scary. Have you not see how she keep sergei in check?
KrisVolley; you are not using my baby to meet ladies. Haha oh never thought of that. Anya is always nice to me 😂
KrisVolley: Here are the ground rules gentlemen!!!!
1) no begging - you need to say no and stick with it, unless she’s crying properly don’t give in to her. She hissy cries when she wants things her way
2) not too much sugar and candy alright? (Looking at you Kuny)
3) Kuny and nado can’t use her as a ploy to ensnare women.
4) do NOT teach her any more Russians words unless they’re good, safe and cute words. The press still hounds me from the time you taught her to cuss a ref....
5) have fun and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do
Nadotheman: Morning boys. Also happy to babysit. But tHaNkS fOR aSkInG kase... 👍🏻 also @KrisVolley:
1) how the hell are we supposed to say no to that face? No idea how you made such a beautiful baby.
2) no problem. (Totally lying to you)
3) we would never use our baby niece in such a despicable way 😳 also it was one time and we can’t help that we are irresistible to baby-crazy ladies.
4) she can only scold a ref. According to Kuny totally safe and good words. Don’t believe what Sergei or Sunny says. Or the press.
5) so don’t knock up a fan at 18? Alright man got it.
KrisVolley: ....
Nadotheman: just keeping it real. You’re a cautionary tale for the rookies man. But your baby is cute. And you do a great job bro! 💪🏻
KrisVolley: I’m a what?? And thanks Nado. 😊
Blizzard: When you’re done with your moment.... I’m picking her up in five, can Nat go with you to Dumo’s? Ava and I will go have brunch at the bat cave and have an awesome time. And don’t worry. I’ll keep an eye on the boys.
KrisVolley: thanks Blizzard. Good practice as well 😉
Kuny: 👀👀👀👀 baby blizzard????
Blizzard: alright calm down m8. We’re not even married (no judging kris)
Nadotheman: whatever you say bro. You gotta make a baby with that girl - she swooned at family skate. Also we all saw you makin heart eyes at the Brady bunch. 😆😆😆😆
Blizzard: they’re adorable and this conversation ends here. We’re outside now Kris. Also don’t encourage Nat. I’ve got a plan. 😬
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Nado: Kuny. Kuny. Is it baby safe? They’re here in 15 minutes.
Kuny: why you text me? I’m next door.
Kuny: also yes is fine. Maybe get bra down. It been in fan for 3 days
Nado: you’re the tall one. Get it down.
Kuny: I not put it there.
Nado: fine you lazy jerk. I’ll get it down.
Kuny: 😘
Nado: fuck off. But I love you too bro.
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Until next time, my lovelies 🥰
Always open for ideas, prompts, constructive criticism!
Also - does hug a goalie day exist? I think it should.
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The Legend of Hana Part 20
Warnings: Fans of the Dandelion series I am so sorry for not continuing that series but it’s okay because I’ll be adding the reader (who is now named Lily) in this!
Rating: SFW
(I fucking love Beidou!)
Lily is wearing what Beidou is wearing. Now, onto to the chapter!
Why did this happen? Why did Xehanort pushed everyone towards the darkness?
Lily watched as Vanitas had possessed Ventus and fought against Aqua while Terra was fighting against Xehanort. There was no hope in winning this. Lily didn’t know what to do.
“Don’t give up!” someone said. Lily looked toward the voice and saw Mickey running up to her.
“Mickey...” she gasped.
“There’s still a chance!” he said.
“But how? Master Eraqus is dead and everyone is being torn apart.”
“But you can still fight. You can still win!” Lily took a deep breath and put her hair up, just like Master Eraqus’s hair and charged into the battle.
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Lily didn’t remember much of what happened. Only that her and the Wayfinder Trio had lost and Ven was in a deep sleep. You’re probably wondering how she got in this situation. Well, to understand that, we need to go to the beginning.
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After sending Hana away, it was time for one more, Lily. Ava arrived at the Land of Departure, carrying baby Lily and a basket.
“I’m sorry you won’t get to live your life with me. But this is to give you your best chance. I love you, my little dandelion,” she said. She walked up the steps of Eraqus’s castle and placed Lily in the basket in front of the doors. She knocked on the doors and dashed away to hide.
Eraqus heard the doors knock and went to go check it out. He opened the doors but saw no one. He was about to close them until he heard Lily coo. He looked down and saw her, bundled up in her blankets and in the basket.
“Why hello there. How did you get here, little one?” he said as he picked her up. She were so tiny in his arms. He looked around her blankets and found her name in the corner in one of them.
“It’s nice to meet you Lily. I’m Eraqus. I’ll take care of you from now on,” he said. He picked her basket up and brought her inside. Meanwhile, Ava watched as Lily were brought in with a smile on her face. As she was watching, a hooded figure in black snuck up behind her and stabbed her. She gasped in pain and she fell to the ground.
“Shouldn’t have done that, Ava,” a familiar voice said.
“M-Master…?” she groaned.
“Did you really think I wouldn’t find out? Silly little girl.”
“Why? I-I only had a baby. We didn’t do anything wrong.”
“See, that’s where you’re wrong. I told you to not fall in love and now look what happened. And the consequence of that is death. Hey, maybe you’ll see your parents again. Tell them I said hi.” The Master walked away, leaving Ava to die a very painful yet slow death.
I’m sorry Luxu. Please be okay...
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24/7 Dance Convention, Pittsburgh, PA: RESULTS
High Scores by Age:
Sidekick Solo
1st: Penelope LeMieux-’I’d Rather Go Blind’
2nd: Harper McCarey-’I Can Go The Distance’
3rd: Aleah Blair-’Heartbreaker’
3rd: Ava Edmonds-’Let ‘Er Rip’
3rd: Brynley Brett-’Let Me Entertain You’
4th: Elliana Macioce-’Dreamer’
5th: Ella Kirchoff-’VK Mashup’
6th: Gabriella Pallozolo-’Name Game’
7th: Cora Baney-’Work For It’
8th: Layla Bajek-’Free Little Bird’
Mini Solo
1st: Kensington Dressing-’Distant World’
2nd: Emily Polis-’Bloodthirsty’
2nd: Mya Lanigan-’Halo’
2nd: Avaleigh Mackaron-’On A Clear Day’
3rd: Channing Embry-’Blackbird’
3rd: Emmie Whyte-’New York, New York’
3rd: Lexus Natalie-’Shelter’
4th: Kendall Bruce-’Swing Phenomenon’
4th: Jordan Officer-’Wash & Set’
5th: Aili Joyce-’Hurricane’
5th: Giada Reino-’Nature Boy’
6th: Lily Tompkins-’Angel Standing By’
7th: Ava mcLendon-’Ready For War’
8th: Mia Bianco-’Business of Love’
8th: Ava Cutchall-’Wings’
9th: Kylie Pecoraro-’Every Season’
9th: Elyse Rost-’Love Is’
9th: Addie Changoway-’Variation of Don Quixote’
10th: Mia Rossa-’Arms Of The Angel’
10th: Charlize George-’What A Feeling’
Junior Solo
1st: Cameron Voorhees-’Unplugged’
2nd: Sean Detwiller-’Ain’t No Sunshine’
2nd: Caitie Polis-’Fallen Angel’
2nd: Adina Rooney-’Inhale Exhale’
2nd: Maura Matuska-’LJ’
2nd: Bella Rose Penrose-’Spine’
3rd: Julia Chavez-’Everything I Do’
3rd: Ella Way-’Glory’
3rd: Londyn LeMieux-’Human Touch’
3rd: Ivy Gang-’Stutter’
3rd: Joelle Cherry-’Through Water’
3rd: Shayla Blair-’To Be Free’
4th: Bria Burnett-’Lung’
4th: Fallyn Kauffman-’Marathon In Roses’
5th: Isabella Ginevra-’Fight Song’
5th: Avani Agrawal-’Spindra’
6th: Holly Miller-’After The Rain Stops’
6th: Brooklyn Corbett-’Feeling Good’
7th: Paige Borg-’Otto’
7th: Lauren Hudach-’You Are A Memory’
8th: Colette McIvor-’Cold Hearted’
8th: Penelope Ciminieri-’Connected Colors’
9th: Caroline McGowan-’I Love You Always Forever’
10th: Peyton Langworthy-’Ashes’
10th: Tessa Mattina-’Nature of Daylight’
Teen Solo
1st: Ying Lei Pham-’Empty Space’
2nd: Camila Cordero-’Fhantom’
2nd: Tatiana Hagee-’Harvest Moon’
2nd: Sarah Georgiana-’Lungs’
2nd: Isabella Pinkston-’Speaking Of The End’
2nd: Calico Reyes-’Trust In Me’
3rd: Beth Anne McGowan-’Heart Is As Black As Night’
3rd: Isabel Reese-’Inside’
3rd: Olivia Martin-’Smile’
3rd: Jeremy Powalowski-’You Worry Me’
4th: Ava Carroll-’Are You Sure’
4th: Elyse Wingertsahn-’I Cry For Daylight’
4th: Samantha DeFabio-’Multiple Self’
4th: Illiana Victor-’New Memory’
4th: Tori Shaner-’Youth’
5th: Zoey Schneiter-’Do You Feel Real’
5th: Maeve McCormack-’Maybe We’ll See’
6th: Taylor Strilesky-’Dynamite’
6th: Alaina Scabora-’Empty Spaces’
6th: Emily Yap-’Farewell’
6th: Kayle Shaner-’No Rights, No Wrong’
6th: Louise Hindsbo-’Reactor’
7th: London Mitchell-’Bitter Earth’
7th: Samuel Evans-’Coming To An End’
7th: Camryn Lanigan-’Fall Creek’
7th: Hailey Keaveney-’Listen Within’
7th: Shay Kaminski-’Once Upon Another Time’
8th: Isabella Klink-’Gemini Feed’
8th: Jocie Slesinski-’Illness as A Metaphor’
8th: Piper Embry-’No Middle’
9th: Maddie Enright-’Alps’
10th: Maggie Anzells-’Let Me Go’
10th: Taylor Higgins-’Ready’
Senior Solo
1st: Clara Thiele-’Opposing Truths’
1st: Gionna D’Allesandro-’Wish You Were Here’
2nd: Anna Miller-’Godspeed’
3rd: Raegan Stafford-’Villain’
4th: Jocelyn Wynn-’Ego’s Detached’
4th: Cassidy Reigel-’Musical Theatre’
5th: Sarah Beth Lentz-’I Remember Her’
5th: Julia Strasburg-’Never Go’
5th: Trinity Malgay-’Something Short & Sweet’
6th: Keira Fleming-’Oscillating In Time’
6th: Emmalyn Mackaron-’Sans Toi’
6th: Abby Griffith-’The War’
6th: Tori Stewart-’This Woman’s Work’
7th: Madelyn Gaba-’Enough Of Our Disease’
7th: Dana Miller-’Sad Day’
7th: Brooke Cheek-’The Beginning and the End’
7th: Mia Stockle-’Tumbling Lights’
7th: Kylie West-’What A Little Moonlight Can Do’
8th: Emma Girdany-’Flickers’
9th: Katrina Oschmann-’Polly’
9th: Ashley Veverka-’Right As Rain’
10th: Lila Bierman-’Cleo’
10th: Mackenzie Stephenson-’Come Back’
10th: Brooke Kosinski-’La Vie En Rose’
10th: Abbey Barron-’Once I Was Loved’
10th: Megan Kovach-’The Swan’
Sidekick Duo/Trio
1st: Evolve Dance Complex-’Fly Me To The Moon’
2nd: Evolve Dance Complex-’Beat’
3rd: Xtreme Tumbling and Dance Center-’Candy Girls’
Mini Duo/Trio
1st: Evolve Dance Complex-’Gallows’
2nd: Stars Dance Studio-’Rescue’
3rd: Xtreme Tumbling and Dance Center-’Dr. Beat’
Junior Duo/Trio
1st: Center Stage Dance Studio-’Rhythm’
2nd: Evolve Dance Complex-’Exiles’
3rd: Center Stage Dance Studio-’Dancing In The Dark’
3rd: Middletown Dance Academy-’Jilted’
3rd: Studio 412-’Nature Boy’
Teen Duo/Trio
1st: Ludovici Dance Academy-’Lash Out’
2nd: Evolve Dance Complex-’Still Life’
3rd: Middletown Dance Academy-’Ninjaness’
3rd: Center Stage Dance Studio-’The Come Down’
3rd: Evolve Dance Complex-’Wheel’
Senior Duo/Trio
1st: Dance Mechanics-’Bills, Bills, Bills’
2nd: Center Stage Dance Studio-’Enemy’
2nd: Center Stage Dance Studio-’Because of You’
3rd: Center Stage Dance Studio-’Let’s Fall In Love’
Sidekick Group
1st: Noretta Dunworth School of Dance-’Bon Appetit’
2nd: Evolving Artists Dance Studio-’Rainbow In Your Eyes’
3rd: Evolving Artists Dance Studio-’Trickle Trickle’
Mini Group
1st: Evolve Dance Complex-’Undertow’
2nd: Center Stage Dance Studio-’Mambo No. 5′
3rd: Noretta Dunworth School of Dance-’Quake’
Junior Group
1st: Center Stage Dance Studio-’Charge Up’
2nd: Evolve Dance Complex-’Hope There’s Someone’
3rd: Studio 412-’Afraid To Go’
Teen Group
1st: Evolve Dance Complex-’Debut’
1st: Evolve Dance Complex-’My Tears Are Becoming A Sea’
2nd: Evolve Dance Complex-’We Rise We Fall’
3rd: Ludovici Dance Academy-’Don’t Be So Hard On Yourself’
3rd: Dance Spectrum-’Don’t Worry’
3rd: Center Stage Dance Studio-’If You Went Away’
Senior Group
1st: Noretta Dunworth School of Dance-’Go Home’
2nd: Ludovici Dance Academy-’Runaway Baby’
3rd: Center Stage Dance Studio-’Senorita’
3rd: Center Stage Dance Studio-’Smoke Signals’
3rd: Center Stage Dance Studio-’So Many Signs’
3rd: Noretta Dunworth School of Dance-’That’s Life’
Sidekick Line
1st: Noretta Dunworth School of Dance-’Can You Feel It’
2nd: Noretta Dunworth School of Dance-’Reflection’
Mini Line
1st: Noretta Dunworth School of Dance-’Steam Heat’
2nd: Ludovici Dance Academy-’Straight To Memphis’
3rd: Xtreme Tumbling and Dance Center-’Little Red’
Junior Line
1st: Evolve Dance Complex-’Better Days Ahead’
2nd: Xtreme Tumbling and Dance Center-’Goodbye Yellow Brick Road’
3rd: Dance Spectrum-’Ice Ice Baby’
Teen Line
1st: Center Stage Dance Studio-’Are You Even Real?’
1st: Evolve Dance Complex-’Cruelest Month’
1st: Evolve Dance Complex-’Pump It Up’
2nd: Dance Spectrum-’Shining Star’
3rd: Center Stage Dance Studio-’Remember When’
Senior Line
1st: Noretta Dunworth School of Dance-’Fancy’
2nd: Noretta Dunworth School of Dance-’Hallucinations’
3rd: Noretta Dunworth School of Dance-’Misunderstood’
Junior Extended Line
1st: Center Stage Dance Studio-’Cha Cha Heels’
2nd: Center Stage Dance Studio-’B.E.P’
3rd: Center Stage Dance Studio-’Wash’
Teen Extended Line
1st: Center Stage Dance Studio-’Impacto’
2nd: Center Stage Dance Studio-’More Than Friends’
3rd: Dance Spectrum-’Coming In Hot’
High Scores by Performance Division:
Sidekick Jazz
1st: Noretta Dunworth School of Dance-’Can You Feel It’
2nd: Evolving Artists Dance Studio-’Trickle Trickle’
Sidekick Tap
1st: Noretta Dunworth School of Dance-’Bon Appetit’
Sidekick Lyrical
1st: Noretta Dunworth School of Dance-’Reflection’
2nd: Evolving Artists Dance Studio-’Rainbow In Your Eyes’
Mini Jazz
1st: Center Stage Dance Studio-’Mambo No. 5′
2nd: Noretta Dunworth School of Dance-’Quake’
3rd: Noretta Dunworth School of Dance-’Louder’
Mini Tap
1st: Ludovici Dance Academy-’Straight To Memphis’
2nd: Noretta Dunworth School of Dance-’Big Band Sound’
3rd: Noretta Dunworth School of Dance-’HSKT’
Mini Contemporary
1st: Evolve Dance Complex-’Undertow’
2nd: Noretta Dunworth School of Dance-’Let The River Run’
3rd: Noretta Dunworth School of Dance-’You’ve Got A Friend’
Mini Lyrical
1st: Ludovici Dance Academy-’A Safe Place’
Mini Musical Theatre
1st: Noretta Dunworth School of Dance-’Steam Heat’
Mini Specialty
1st: Xtreme Tumbling and Dance Center-’Little Red’
2nd: Evolve Dance Complex-’Ramalama’
Junior Jazz
1st: Center Stage Dance Studio-’Charge Up’
1st: Center Stage Dance Studio-’Cha Cha Heels’
2nd: Noretta Dunworth School of Dance-’Trust’
3rd: Dance Spectrum-’Makes Me Feel’
3rd: Xtreme Tumbling and Dance Center-’Burlesque’
Junior Ballet
1st: Dance Spectrum-’Brazilian Rose’
Junior Hip-Hop
1st: Center Stage Dance Studio-’B.E.P’
2nd: Dance Spectrum-’Ice Ice Baby’
Junior Tap
1st: Ludovici Dance Academy-’Love Myself’
2nd: Center Stage Dance Studio-’Canned Heat’
3rd: Dance Spectrum-’Crazy In Love’
Junior Contemporary
1st: Evolve Dance Complex-’Better Days Ahead’
1st: Evolve Dance Complex-’Hope There’s Someone’
2nd: Studio 412-’Afraid To Go’
3rd: Evolve Dance Complex-’Hope’
Junior Lyrical
1st: Center Stage Dance Studio-’Yours’
2nd: Dance Spectrum-’Fly’
2nd: Xtreme Tumbling and Dance Center-’Goodbye Yellow Brick Road’
Teen Jazz
1st: Center Stage Dance Studio-’More Than Friends’
2nd: Center Stage Dance Studio-’Breakin’ Dishes’
3rd: Center Stage Dance Studio-’Step On Up’
3rd: Dance Spectrum-’I Want You to Shake’
3rd: Noretta Dunworth School of Dance-’Love Is Fire’
Teen Ballet
1st: Dance Spectrum-’Bataille’
Teen Hip-Hop
1st: Center Stage Dance Studio-’Impacto’
2nd: Dance Spectrum-’Coming In Hot’
3rd: Dance Spectrum-’What’s The Dillio?’
Teen Tap
1st: Dance Spectrum-’Shining Star’
2nd: Center Stage Dance Studio-’Remember When’
2nd: Ludovici Dance Academy-’Don’t Be So Hard On Yourself’
2nd: Dance Spectrum-’Don’t Worry’
3rd: Dance Spectrum-’Seven’
Teen Contemporary
1st: Evolve Dance Complex-’My Tears Are Becoming A Sea’
1st: Evolve Dance Complex-’Debut’
2nd: Center Stage Dance Studio-’Are You Even Real?’
2nd: Evolve Dance Complex-’Pump It Up’
2nd: Evolve Dance Complex-’We Rise We Fall’
2nd: Evolve Dance Complex-’Cruelest Month’
3rd: Center Stage Dance Studio-’If You Went Away’
Teen Lyrical
1st: Dance Mechanics-’Volcanic’
2nd: Dance Spectrum-’We Choose’
3rd: Studio 412-’Beautiful Mess’
Teen Acro
1st: Dance Spectrum-’I Just Wanna’
Senior Jazz
1st: Noretta Dunworth School of Dance-’Fancy’
2nd: Noretta Dunworth School of Dance-’That’s Life’
Senior Tap
1st: Ludovici Dance Academy-’Runaway Baby’
2nd: Center Stage Dance Studio-’Senorita’
3rd: Noretta Dunworth School of Dance-’Superstition’
Senior Contemporary
1st: Noretta Dunworth School of Dance-’Go Home’
2nd: Center Stage Dance Studio-’Smoke Signals’
3rd: Dance Mechanics-’As It Was’
3rd: Ludovici Dance Academy-’Night Run’
3rd: Noretta Dunworth School of Dance-’The End of the World’
3rd: Noretta Dunworth School of Dance-’I’m Rising’
Senior Lyrical
1st: Center Stage Dance Studio-’So Many Signs’
2nd: Ludovici Dance Academy-’The Last Goodbye’
3rd: Dance Spectrum-’Station’
11 O’Clock:
Sidekick
Noretta Dunworth School of Dance-’Can You Feel It’
Mini
Center Stage Dance Studio-’Mambo No. 5′
Noretta Dunworth School of Dance-’Steam Heat’
Evolve Dance Complex-’Undertow’
Xtreme Tumbling and Dance Center-’Little Red’
Ludovici Dance Academy-’Straight To Memphis’
Junior
Ludovici Dance Academy-’Love Myself’
Studio 412-’Afraid To Go’
Evolve Dance Complex-’Better Days Ahead’
Center Stage Dance Studio-’Charge Up’
Dance Spectrum-’Crazy In Love’
Noretta Dunworth School of Dance-’Trust’
Teen
Dance Mechanics-’Final Goodbye’
Dance Spectrum-’Shining Star’
Evolve Dance Complex-’Debut’
Center Stage Dance Studio-’Impacto’
Studio 412-’A Broken System’
Ludovici Dance Academy-’Don’t Be So Hard On Yourself’
Senior
Dance Mechanics-’As It Was’
Ludovici Dance Academy-’Runaway Baby’
Noretta Dunworth School of Dance-’Fancy’
Center Stage Dance Studio-’Senorita’
Studio Showcase:
Noretta Dunworth School of Dance-’Fancy’
Ludovici Dance Academy-’Runaway Baby’
Evolve Dance Complex-’Debut’
Dance Spectrum-’Shining Star’
Center Stage Dance Studio-’Impacto’
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ELLADINE SARABI
IG info/bio: @/ellasardineabi | 18.5k followers | Artist | i was born with glass bones and paper skin♡
25 years old
Born & raised in Cardiff, Wales 🏴
Father was in the n*vy and moved his family around a few times until he and his wife came to a agreement that it would be best for the family to grow up in one solid place
whereas he would leave for months at a time living elsewhere
Which was hard on the family at times since he is viewed as the rock of the family
He eventually left the n*vy after serving 20 years & was so thankful to, he hated it and how it messed with him mentally
He’s also of Iranian heritage
Her mother is of German heritage
Has her own restaurant that serves authentic German food
Both of her parents instilled hard work, discipline, generosity, and how to be practical in their children
Elladine is the middle child
Has a brother that is ten years older than her and then a younger sister who is seven years behind her
Canon: there is currently a discussion going on if they are going to bring their (maternal) nan/mam-gu home since the nursing home isn’t providing the proper care their nan needs
Her mother has a rocky relationship with her mother that she doesn’t like to discuss with her children but her husband knows all about it
Her nan has Alzheimer's and is becoming violent
it has become difficult seeing her most days
Elladine came into glassblowing after being involved in many classes in secondary such as workshop class
which became her fav since she was able to manipulate many materials such as metal, wood, and glass
She also took a auto body class which was interesting but she wasn’t too thrilled about it. Got away with a B- but knew she could do better if she really wanted to but she didn’t need the class to graduate so allow it
Currently works in a glass studio where her work is displayed/sold and she’s one of the main ones that makes great profit
has bought her own space for her own studio and is slowly making it to her liking with her assistant, yes she’s got one!
Hopes to be in that space within the next 6 months...it would have been a little sooner if we weren’t dealing with a global p*ndemic!!! but ya know life f*cking sucks sometimes!!!1!!:) especially if people don’t gaf
Moved back in with her parents so that she could not only help with her nan but get her studio ready, her parents approved since she was working towards something and realized her talent
I definitely see elladine going through a grunge phase and it probably still slips out every now and then lol
Her childhood room is still in shades of raspberry, gray, and a deep purple
always been plus-sized/fuller than the rest but it’s literally hereditary since her mom is built the same way who got it from her dad
Her family never made her feel ashamed as they shouldn’t and none of her true friends made her feel different since they were all of different sizes!!! besides who’s really friends with someone because of their bodies? Ur really ugly if that’s how u roll js
Always a respectful student and not too afraid to spark up a convo with you but can be a little nervous if the person is more of a “I have to warm up to you first” since she’ll feel like she’s annoying you if she carries the convo at first
Takes her time in relationships because she’s scared of getting hurt, cause breakups are not fun! Especially if theyre your friend on top of that
Although Friendship breakups are much worse let’s be honest here!!!
Has noticed that a few of her exes like to bring up that she’s controlling or too bossy in relationships and that makes her a little insecure since she doesn’t view it that way??
She knows what she wants and likes things a certain way, and she can see how it can kinda come off that way based on how she approaches/says things and tries to be better at toning it down and not being offensive to her significant others
Always has a plan and likes to follow it, she definitely keeps to-do lists on a daily
Takes trips to see Nicky often and vice-versa, every moment they spend together feels like it’s meant to be, even when it’s them just simply chilling in each other’s spaces, he’s truly one of her best friends and he feels like the missing part of her life
He offered for her to move in with him but elladine didn’t accept it since she wanted to be there to help with her nan and in fact—she wanted to be the one to ask HIM to move in with her
but if they make it long enough, they’ll go house hunting together...maybe
I get Shawn/Angela relationship vibes from them (boy meets world for those who aren’t aware of this couple and I’m not just saying this because they’re interracial as well lol) did I say this already about someone else? Brain fart lol
everyone relationship has their flaws so when they hit a bump in the road...elladine immediately wants to fix it but it comes off as more critiquing, moodiness/blaming the other
while Nicky can be defensive/argumentive/a little condescending on his end
To get through it, they normally go on a walk together in complete silence until they’re ready to speak again or they take a break from each other
I think words of affirmation is her love language
Taurus sun + Virgo moon + Capricorn rising?
“The girl on the motorcycle” is one of her fav films — no this is not metaphoric to her love life
Loves watching things with captions on since she always finds herself doing something else while watching anything (which irks Nicky a little bit but that’s just the way elladine is and he loves her so he deals with it)
Will rewind something if she missed it too
Canon: never had morning sex before
but can now say she has ;) & understands the pros people say about it and it outweighs the cons in her book
Will start the whole song over too if she missed her fav part in it
She also enjoys billiards since her brother used to work in a pool hall and when he had to watch her because she was “too young” in her words to stay home by herself he would take her there even tho technically she wasn’t supposed to be there but he was screwing his boss’s daughter so it was quite fine
her sister has a crush on Gary & ships elladine with him, which they joke about every now and then + he doesn’t follow her back, which is okay! Not a big deal but her sister keeps sliding in his dms (he’s now single)
She NEVER thought she would be on THE love island and wasn’t that confident that she’d find a real love that carried on outside of the show but Nicky has proven her wrong 🥲
She’s 5’5–5’6
Probably shops at Zara & top shop and has no issue picking pieces that flatter her “pear” figure, she loves all that is of her body: the pudge, love handles, cellulite and all (she’s very confident and won’t let anyone see her moments of doubt when it comes to her frame)
Loves mythology but will tell bill stfu if he comes near her trying to argue about anything in that subject
Very competitive and will rush through certain things, leaving one to think that she’ll fail somewhere but rarely does
If she’s not near or away from the mountains or the sea for long period of time she gets very moody!!! Guess that’s the Welsh in her huh?
Loves fireplaces, they’re super cozy and very romantic if you catch ella’s drift 😏
Probably smells like jasmine & pink pepper idk
Wants to travel to Iceland one day
Knows her way around a car but dreads having to get it fixed or fixing it herself?
Loves driving until her road rage kicks in? Oh you’re gonna go around her to get in front of her? Never that. She’ll always be in front of you and will break check you if you try her “Drewgi” she mutters
Early riser and goes to bed early too lol
She’s the crying drunk lmao
Automatically vieve has become one of her best friends from the villa but it deff didn’t feel forced like it normally would have just because their bfs have a podcast together, they talk about everything together. EVERYTHING! It feels like she’s the big sister she never had, yet they’re only a year apart lol
They have ft sleepovers and man is it fun!
Forgave lily but at the same time can’t fully see herself being friends with her like vieve tried to encourage before they went on the yacht...sorry everything can’t be Kumbaya over here sis
It sucks to say but it was easier? She doesn’t know if that’s the right term or not... for her to forgive rafi than it was lily and it’s fucked up but that’s the way it is. It’s not like she contacts him on seperate messages or anything like that! She’ll talk to him via group chat and that’s pretty much it. She knows it was all part of the show and production’s bs for ratings but that doesn’t mean it still didn’t hurt
Wishes him success on his shows/movies but doesn’t engage/watch them
What does she post? I feel like she posts maybe three times a month and a lot are outfit pics but tends to go live more so to chat with the people! She’ll also show all what glassblowing entails while chatting away! She loves that part and is pretty open about things but knows how to keep some things private
Personally wasn’t the biggest fan of season 1 but admits she wishes she had mc’s balls in terms of what she would have done if she was in elladine’s place when lily picked Nicky, “ugh! I wish I had her strength rising through my veins in that moment. Absolute riot. Adore her.”
‘“Licky” is a ugly ass ship name anyways so who’s really winning here?!’
Celeb crushes? Iwan Rheon, Henry Zaga, Anthony Welsh, jason derulo, & LaRoyce Hawkins
Listens to: soleima, Marisa Maino, Ava Max, poppy, Caroline polachek, Donny Hathaway, Phil Good, & SAINt JHN
Anthem — M.I.A. “Bad Girls”
#litg#litg3#litg s3#litg elladine#litg Nicky#litg genevieve#litg oc#litg mc#litg headcanon#litg headcanons#litg rafi#litg boat party#litg lily#litg moodboard#I like elladine and I’m in love with her design#wish they did more with her and many of the other characters too!#I hope this was sorta satisfactory lol!#can you tell I’m running out of artists and celebs/well known ppl lol!
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My Favorite Supernatural Episodes and a bit of commentary so far:
Season two episode 14
- The demon possessing sam is just hot i’m sorry
season two episode 15
-BAHAHAHA THIS IS SUCH A TRIP BETWEEN SAM AND DEAN’S PERSPECTIVES OF HOW THE CASE WENT DOWN AND THEN THE ALIEN DANCING WITH THE FRAT BOY I LOVE TRICKSTERS
season two episode 20
-i’ve never cried harder honestly
-that was so sad
-can’t they just be happy
-i hope the both sides of the writers pillows are warm 😐
season two episode 21
-specifically the beginning
“bring me some pie” just the way he said it made me laugh for no reason
-damn i went from giggling to absolute shock where is dean’s pie (and sam too but like)
-oh shit is he like dead
-oh no he woke up but where is he god damn jared padelecki is huge
-i kinda wanna live in whatever village that was
-oh this is a multiple part episode here we go
-ANDYYYYYY
“i just woke up in freaking frontier land!”
-sam is so pretty
-AVAAAAAAAA
-oh shit wait is the demon corralling them no no no
-AHAHHAHA ANDY I LOVE HIM
-ooh another psychic
- oh two more
-andy is so funny for no reason AHAHAHAHA GAY PORN ALL HOURS OF THE DAY
-EVERYONE AWKWARDLY STANDING THERE
-YOOO LILY CAN JUST LIKE MURDER PEOPLE
-NO NOT THE DEMON
-wait what are the soldier’s abilities oh his name is jake
-is lily technically a heart render?
-mm this classroom is shady
-jake is gonna get eaten by a demon or something
-eugh maybe a rat what is that noise
-OH WHAT EWW THAT LITTLE STICKY CHILD
-ew why is there a section of demons that disguise themselves as little girls
-literally andy is the best character
-roanoake all over again?
-hey gay representation in like 2007 that’s unheard of
-sam do you really think dean would die 🙄
-mm lily kind of seems suspicious but i also like her
-why do dean’s license plates keep changing
-LILY NOOO
-i think i like jake
-WOAH BRADY’S DEAD??
-AVA NOO
-eugh i forgot sam and dean are millennials
-hey let sam live his suburb live with jess
-do you think the actors can see out of those contacts the demons wear
-oh sammy 😭
-“better than mothers milk” ew why
-“does that mean i have… dEmonS blooD in mE?”
-AVA NOO
-alright maybe i don’t need to finish this
-oh ava?
-hey andy
-oh no andy
-oh no no no what the frickety frack
-NO ANDY NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
-SAM DONT
-YOU LITTLE BITCH AVA
-SHE DID IT SAM
-god he is so pretty
-NO AVA GOD DAMMIT
-KILL AVA GET RID OF HER
-oh no jake
-YES JAKE
-oh wait no they’re gonna have to kill each other
-oh hey dean
-no jake please
-sam honey that’s not—
-OH MY GOD
-JAKE IS AN ABSOLUTE MENACE
-I LOVE THIS GUY
-ouch his entire shoulder
-ouch he is gone
-OH MY GOD SAM
-THAT WAS LITERALLY HEARTBREAKING
-DEAN’S LAST SCREAM AS THE EP ENDED
season two episode 22
-well here we are
-dean and i are both crying
-don’t burn sam’s body please
-don’t kick bobby out come on dean
-you little ass crack get out of here jake
-god you’re even more stupid than i thought jake
-this demon is so kinky
-eugh why do we have to bring up guts
-okay dean that is a little creepy that is a corpse
-wait the reminiscing is kind of cute
-DEAN STOP IM ALREADY CRYING
kinda forgot about this so
season 6 episode 22
-why is bobby wearing Cass’ trench coat
-oh also CASS??? WHAT THE FUCKITY FUCK sorry that was from the previous ep but
-i love bobby i want him to adopt me
-idjit
-god sam got prettier
-the sideburns aren’t great but i’ll get over it
-oh jesus dean
-dean is a bit more frightening than i remember
-i love lisa and ben i’m scared
-lisa and dean should be endgame
-sam castiel is in timeout right now
-as much as i love that angel he is in timeout for a while
-get out cass i’m gonna stab you
-i hate crowley but he is good 😐
-oh shit cass are you okay
-ooo balthazar
-i love his accent
-this background is so pretty
-god cass is so pretty too
-was that a hamster in that bingo thing
-oop purgatory
-AYO WHAT IT TOOK HIS MOM
-oh that poor old man
-oh shit dean
-here we go
-alright cass i’ve about had it with you 😐
-uh huh i’m sure you had no idea 😐
-not family anymore bitch
-you do everything but still work with fuckin crowley for purgatory none the less
-aw cass’ eyes are adorable
-you tell em dean crowley can kiss your ass
-bobby’s car might need some detailing there
-who’s ellie and why is she a milf
-AYO WHAT 900 YEARS
-PURGATORY???
-oh yeah the sword
-cass could be literally anywhere
-bobby i love you but i think she can protect herself
-the milf and i think alike 😩
-sam can you even legally drink
-yes balthazar 😫
-i’m disliking cass right now too 😐
-ayo wait balthazar found lisa and ben
-balthazar <3
-oh that’s a demon
-jesus dean scared the crap out of me
-oh my god sam just got obliterated
-is ben wearing jordan’s
-damn dean get em
-AYO LISA WTF
-she is hot 😐
-AYO DONT CALL HER THAT
-HEY DEAN IS NOT HER WORST MISTAKE
-OR BEN
-AHAHAHAH SORRY SHE SHOULD NOT BE FUNNY
-i honestly thought he just threw a knife in her face
-ouch she punches hard
-NO LISAAAA
-OH MY GOD NO
-OH SHIT SAM TOO
-yuh gettem ben
-save lisa 2011 or whatever year it was
-oh it’s okay dean it’s alright she’ll be okay
-CASS GET OUT IM SO MAD AT YOU
-oh his grace
-oh damn it cass you make me feel bad for you
-oh that was so sad
-oop yes fix that bond
-AWWW BEN
-OH NO WAIT NO NO NO NO NO NO NO
-THAT WAS SO MEAN IM SAD
-I KNOW THATS FOR THE BEST BUT DAMN IT THATS SAD
-oh i thought dean was about to get by the ambulance
-well that was a reaction
-CASS GO AWAY
season 6 ep 22
-DID CASS FUCKING KILL ELLIE
-CASS YOU SON OF A BITCH
-dean’s ears are so cute
-oh yeah sam’s memory loss
-poor kid
-what in the fuck
-cass you bitch
-i have never felt more strong negative feelings toward cass than now
-i hate cass
- #cassisoverparty
-what the fuck
-she is so pretty dear lord
-AHAHAHA SORRY HE JUST LOOKS SO OUT OF PLACE
-ayo wait that soulless sam is back
-ooh ouch
-AHAHA IMAGINE FILMING THIS
-ouch
-let sam and his soul live god
-AGAIN IMAGINE FILMING THAT
-oh shit wait
-jesus
-wtf do you mean the other one
-wait a damn minute
-oh thank gosh the bartenders okay
-oh is that not the bartender
-oh soulless sam killed her
-oh no
-if that’s cass
-oh it’s balthazar
-why he look like gordon ramsay
-kill cass 😐
-i don’t mean that he’s just still in timeout
-is that a yankee candle jar
-that stupid trench coat 😐
-ayo what is that
-is that sam again
-oh
-jared is in so much of this episode
-he’s in like every scene
-some of them twice
-aye leave jess out of this
-he in fact does know him
-ouchie
-i love the sound of their wings
-AHAHHA THESE PUNS
-no you won’t handle dean you bitch
-they plot against you because you’re working with their sworn enemy
-BALTHAZAR NO
-i have had it with cass
-now he gets the ring of fire 😐
-bobby you cannot ninja anything
-AHAHHA I WAS JUST GONNA SAY IS THERE A DINO
-um what the duck is that
-oh shit dean and bobby
-i hope cass gets murdered 😛
-AHAHAHAHA LEAVE THE SWEATY HANDS ALONE
-oh shit raphael
-aight i don’t know who that was but that is not cass
season 6 episode 23
-AHAHAHA BOBBY
-well no shit they’re scared
-ahaha literally stabbed in the back
-okay yep this is not castiel
-ouch sam
-is castiel even in the bible
-Aye wtf is this
-oh shit
-*how to kill a god*
-aw baby
-she a lil messed up
-AHAHAH TRENCH COAT ON A TORTILLA
-dean i don’t know that baby is fixable but okay
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well maybe this new neighborhood’s not so bad? her neighbor tucker is pretty cute. and there’s another one nearby, named ivy...she’s cute, too. but ava’s got to focus on her music, right? or rather she would be, if her dad wasn’t all over her about where she was last night (karaoke, don’t worry about it dad). little ellie is a handful, too, but ava doesn’t mind babysitting saturdays, when lily and finley have to work.
#ts4#ts4 vanilla#ts4 gameplay#beach legacy#sim: ava takahashi#sim: ellie jameson#sim: finley takahashi#we switched back to the fame aspiration
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Her Bleeding Heart
wayhaven week 2020 — day five: guilt/forgiveness
@otomefandomevents
fandom: the wayhaven chronicles
pairing: ava du mortain / cecilia beck
this is the sequel to her pale knight! which you can find here
read the full thing on ao3
(chapters 4 & 5 are the new ones :) )
Cecilia stared at herself in the mirror, fingers brushing over her throat.
The deep purple bruises had faded significantly, but the discoloration still lingered. As did the soreness. Between the brief pain and the resurfacing of the memories, she flinched and quickly withdrew her hand. Cecilia turned away from her reflection, terrified if she looked any longer, the pain of remembering would swallow her whole.
It had been almost two weeks since she had seen Unit Bravo. She had been back to the facility multiple times to see her mother and attend the therapy appointments Rebecca had set up. Admittedly, Cecilia had been avoiding the group of vampires. The thought of being alone with them had made her stomach knot in guilt-ridden fear.
In her heart, she knew that it hadn’t been Ava’s their fault, but that of the poisoned blood. Still, it had made the trauma with Murphy arise once more, even after she had tried desperately tried to swallow it down for months. She had been cracking before, but some places within her were shattered.
Cecilia moved from the bathroom, her fingertips trailing over a stack of old books on a table. The roughness of their covers grounded her, stealing her away from the memories threatening her.
The Agency had arranged for her to take some time off of work in order for her to recover fully. She wasn’t exactly sure what excuse they had given, but nevertheless, she was thankful. As much as she loved her job, it would have been just enough to push her over the edge.
She dropped heavily on to the old sofa in her living room, head dropping back against the cushions. At first, the quietness of her apartment had been a blessing. Now, it was a feeling of loneliness settling in the pit of her stomach.
As if sensing her despair, her phone buzzed.
Farah’s name popped up on the screen followed by a message:
Nat told me to give you your space, but I miss you and wanted to check up on you. Everyone here is no fun without you :(
Cecilia couldn’t help but smile softly. She and Farah had become incredibly close in their time together. Before the incident, they were constantly hanging out and plotting ways to subtly irritate the broody team leader.
I miss you too. Come over? I would appreciate the company.
It only took a few seconds for her to respond with an enthusiastic “YES.”
She chuckled, switching her phone off and tossing it next to her on the couch. It wouldn’t be long until Farah arrived. Luckily, her apartment was pretty clean so there wasn’t really anything she had to rush to do beforehand.
Her eyes fluttered shut as she breathed deeply, pushing away the nervousness. She had nothing to worry about and in her heart, she knew none of Unit Bravo would purposely harm her, but still, the memories lingered. They clawed at her mind, begging to taint her perception—Cecilia would not give in. She was better than this, she had to be.
Rustling sounded outside the door to her apartment. Confused, Cecilia’s brows furrowed. She knew Farah was fast, but she shouldn’t be here already. Surely not, right?
“Farah?” Cecilia called, standing up to head the door.
There was a panicked muffled voice from the other side accompanied by quick footsteps.
Now that made Cecilia hurry to the door, throwing it open. No one was there.
Stepping out into the hallway, her foot brushed against something left on her doormat. Her eyes widened when she looked down, seeing a stuffed bear and a bundle of lilies. Upon further inspection, there was a note attached to the flowers written in an elegant and familiar hand. All it said was I’m sorry.
The words made her stumble back a bit as she closed the door, clutching the gifts tightly.
Cecilia moved to the kitchen, laying the bouquet down mindlessly as if she were in a trance. Even though she knew it was Ava, it was still hard to wrap her mind around it. The fact of Ava going out of her way to buy her a bouquet of her favorite flowers and a stuffed animal brought a tinge of a smile to her lips.
She hugged the bear close to her, breathing in the unmistakable scent of Ava’s perfume that she had been wearing more often. It felt like she was really here with her. And Cecilia knew she wanted nothing more right then.
A knock at the door startled her.
Farah waltzed in a giddy look in her eyes. “Cece!” She squealed, rushing over to hug her tightly. “I missed you!”
There was a moment of hesitation from Cecilia at the touch, but it was enough to cause Farah to jump away from her, a look of regret in her eyes.
“Oh, I forgot! I’m so sorry, Cece,” she said quickly.
Cecilia shook her head, forcing a small smile to her lips. “Please don’t worry. I’m happy to see you too.” She took a step towards her, resting a hand on her shoulder. “Now, what movie are we watching?”
***
The warehouse was unusually quiet.
It was unnerving to Cecilia as she walked the corridors. She had grown accustomed to smiling and waving at other members of The Agency as she passed by. The halls were normally bustling with life as supernaturals and humans alike both darted around, all on a mission.
Now they were bare.
There were a few she passed by. They smiled and waved at each other and continued on.
Maybe things were different now because she had been happier the last time she had truly walked these halls.
Cecilia sighed, rubbing her arm as she was lost in thought on the walk to the living area. It had been weeks since she had stepped foot in that room. The last time had been the night when Ava had attacked her.
She paused in front of the large wooden doors, chewing on the inside of her cheek as she stared. Cecilia knew that at least some of Unit Bravo would be there and that they could definitely tell that she was hovering just outside.
What if she was there?
It was doubtful because according to Farah, Ava had been isolating herself from the rest of the team since that night. Even Nat hadn’t seen much of her which didn’t sit right with her.
Finally working up the nerve, Cecilia pushed open the door to reveal the eager faces of three out of four of Unit Bravo.
“Cece!” Farah jumped up from her chair excitedly.
Nat looked up from a book she was reading, a kind smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. Morgan was perched on the arm of the chair and even she looked pleased to see Cecilia.
“It’s good to see you, Cece.” Nat set her book to the side to greet her friend properly. She kept some distance between them, just in case she was not comfortable with the vampires.
Cecilia walked over to her, pulling the woman into a tight hug. Nat was a foot taller than her which meant she had to bend down to hug her properly. Neither of them seemed to mind too much. Cecilia was just grateful to be wrapped in the comforting energy her friend always exuded.
After taking a few moments to greet the other members present, she couldn’t help but allow her eyes to wander the room, mindlessly searching.
“She’s not here,” Morgan said, noticing her absent gaze.
Her eyes flicked to the vampire, watching as a long drawl of smoke leaked from her lips. “Oh,” she tried to cover up her disappointment. It was a poor performance, one that Nat caught on to almost immediately.
“I believe she’s in her room,” she piped in, a knowing look in her eyes.
Cecilia smiled softly. “Thanks, Nat.”
Nat nodded and distracted Farah just long enough for Cecilia to slip back out of the room.
The walk to the hall that hosted the bedrooms for Unit Bravo felt like she was climbing a mountain. Not because of the twists and turns or the distance, but because of the building anticipation in her chest the closer she got. Would Ava sense her approaching presence and bolt? Or would she refuse to see her outright? Unfortunately, both were likely possibilities that were residing in her mind.
She reached a hand up, playing with one of her earrings as she continued on, lost in thought. Thankfully, there weren’t too many people out or she was sure she would’ve bumped into someone. The quietness of the facility allowed her mind to turn over every possible situation—and that was both a blessing and a curse.
Finally, she stood before the last barrier physical between her and Ava. Just like when she was about to enter the living room, there was hesitation as her mind was flooded with doubts.
She dropped her head in, defeated by the urge to see her, and took a moment to listen for any sign of life.
Quiet.
Squandering down bits of fear, Cecilia knocked on the door gently.
There was no reply.
“Ava?” She called quietly. “Will you please open the door?”
Still nothing.
Cecilia furrowed her brows, frustrated by the silence. Curiosity got the best of her and she twisted the handle, it was unlocked. Perhaps she could leave her a note? Her fingers brushed over the pocket of her jeans. The note held within suddenly felt heavy.
The room was dark as the lights were off and the curtains closed tightly. She had been in here before, but her eyes still swept around the room, fascinated to see the side of Ava she kept behind closed doors.
It was plain. A lot of neutral colors and hardly any decorations. What little décor was present looked to have been placed by the people who originally set the room up. Still, the space was painfully tidy and to a stranger, it would seem to be unlived in. But Cecilia knew better.
There were hints of Ava throughout the room.
A magazine about classic cars laid on the desk, the corners of pages creased where she had seen ones she liked. Her signature aviators were attached to a pocket of her grey coat that hung neatly on a hook. As she moved towards the desk, she noticed something was sticking out of the magazine. She pulled at it, freeing a picture from the confined of the pages.
Cecilia’s eyes widened in surprise. It was a picture of her and Ava.
She recognized it immediately. Farah had secretly taken it while Cecilia was perched on Ava’s lap, smiling up at her as she was wrapped Ava’s strong embrace. In this photo, nothing could harm her. Her arms wound around her was the only defense she could ever need.
Had she printed it out herself? How long had she been hiding it?
Even with the question running rampant around her mind, she couldn’t suppress the smile spreading across her face as she stared, wistfully remembering how happy they both had been that night.
A low groan and the rustle of blankets scared her, causing her to drop the picture back on the desk.
Cecilia’s eyes darted around the room, finally falling on the bed.
She hadn’t noticed the covered form laying there when she first entered, and she hadn’t made a sound until just now. Cecilia had really been snooping through her room the entire time, thinking Ava wasn’t there. Even though Ava was asleep, Cecilia still felt her face grow hot from the embarrassment her assumptions could have caused her.
Ava was tossing and turning now, mumbling things restlessly. She swore she even heard her name amongst the incoherent murmurs.
As she approached the bed cautiously, Cecilia noticed she had kicked off all of the sheets and they were now crumpled up at the foot of the bed.
Without thinking, she sat on the edge of the bed, staring down at the sleeping woman with concern. She debated on leaving. This was a vulnerable position for Ava to be in and it was no secret the vampire did not favor people witnessing her in such a state.
Cecilia ignored her better judgment (what was new?) and reached out slowly, carefully resting a hand on Ava’s cheek, her thumb running over the soft skin tenderly. “Ava,” she whispered, trying not to alarm her.
Even with the added effort of trying not to startle her, Ava bolted upright, her hand capturing Cecilia’s wrist tightly. The icy green of her eyes was ablaze with liquid fire as they scoured for an absent threat, her chest heaving as her breath left her in heavy pants.
Finally, her confused gaze settled on Cecilia, her eyes widening more.
“Cecilia?” She gaped, immediately releasing the grip on her wrist. “What are you doing here?” Her breathing was still ragged, and she looked a mess, but Ava was too surprised to move.
The words tumbled out before she could stop them. “I’m sorry, you were having a nightmare and—”
Ava raised a hand to cut off her rambling, shaking her head. “What are you doing in here?”
She caught her bottom lip between her teeth, her gaze moving down to stare at a loose thread on the hem of her shirt. “Nat said you were in your room. I wanted to see you,” Cecilia said with a slight shrug.
Ava let out a long breath but made no reply.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“No.” The curtness of the answer made her flinch back. Ava gave a defeated sigh. “You do not need to worry about me.”
Cecilia frowned deeply. “But I do, Ava.”
Her stare was venomous. “Then you are a fool,” she sneered.
She bristled at the comment as she stood. “This was a mistake,” Cecilia sighed, beginning to walk to the door. “I knew you did not want to see me, but once again I was a fool and allowed my heart to tell me what to do.” She tried her best to ignore the tears swelling in her eyes and the way her heart was breaking all over again.
Ava’s hand caught her waist to stop her. She hadn’t even heard her get off of the bed.
“Cecilia, I’m sorry.” She withdrew her hand with a sigh. Cecilia didn’t miss the way her hand flexed as it dropped back to her side. “I just…” Ava trailed off, looking unsure of what words to choose.
“I thought I had lost you,” she finally settled on a way to articulate her thoughts. “If I had hurt you again, I would have never forgiven myself.” Her hands clasped behind her back as she began to pace. The broadness of her shoulders was stiffer than usual, the thin straps of the tank top she wore showed off how tense she truly was.
Cecilia crossed her arms in obstinance, watching her silently.
“I have not stopped thinking about that night since it happened. What I did to you, how I injured you!” She only paused her pursuit of wearing holes into the floor to look at the fading bruises on her neck. Cecilia shifted her collar, suddenly self-conscious. “After Murphy, I swore to protect you and I failed. You were wounded by my hand. You are better off without me.”
Ava stared, expecting some sort of reaction—but the enormous eye-roll Cecilia gave was not was she had planned for.
“So this is about your pride?” She snapped fiercely, backed by the anger that had been boiling in the blood beneath her skin. “Your honor? Your duty?” Cecilia scoffed, shaking her head fitfully. “Have you ever stopped to consider what I want, Ava? Or is your head so far up your own ass that you can only think about yourself?”
The vampire’s jaw dropped as the words all but slapped her.
“How many times are we going to do this? Me getting hurt and you running off, blaming yourself for not ‘doing better.’” The last words were aided with air quotes. “You can’t save me every time, Ava. When are you going to realize that? What I need is for you to be there for me when I need you most! So why don’t you quit your pity party and help us catch the fucker who poisoned the Agency’s blood supply?” By the end, her entire body was shaking, and a weight had been lifted from her chest.
Ava’s eyes looked as though they may bulge out of her head. It was truly rare that Cecilia would get so angry. She usually was a sweet-tempered person. But she had had enough. If ripping Ava a new one was what it took to get through to her, then that was what she would do.
Cecilia took a step forward, noticing the wary look seeping on to the vampire’s face. “Please, Ava, don’t give up on this. I need you.”
Ava closed the distance between them, practically smothering Cecilia with the tightness of her embrace.
She all but melted into her arms, allowing herself to be held for as long as Ava would have her. God, she had missed her terribly.
“I swear to you,” Ava murmured into her hair, “I will do better by you.”
“Then prove it to me,” she whispered as they pulled away from each other, only for Ava to gently grasp her chin as she pressed a kiss to her lips. A sweet, long kiss—one they could both savor.
Ava’s fingers grazed her cheek to tuck a piece of dark hair behind her ear, hand lingering at her throat. Cecilia shivered, delighted at the small touches.
“I will, I swear.”
She smiled, satisfied with the answer. “I know.”
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What do you think the It lives gangs would do for halloween or what costumes they would wear? Also hope you have wonderful day
OKAY THIS IS AN AMAZING ASK SO LET’S GET INTO THIS
Well, realistically, if we’re discussing both ILitW and ILB at the same time, it’s worth mentioning that seeing as ILB takes place in 2020, the most they’d be able to do is a Zoom call in costumes, but let’s disregard the shitfest that is the real 2020 and pretend everything’s great in the IL universe and everyone’s alive and this is after the gangs have met and they hang out, maybe you can pretend it’s 2021 if you’d rather it happens with more distance from the series’ events. Either way, we’re looking at a weekend Halloween, so everyone gets their college assignments out of the way and/or makes sure they have the day off from work that day and they make the drive to meet up. Maybe they all pitch in to throw a party for themselves at someone’s place, or maybe even Imogen’s yacht if she still hasn’t sold it, but mainly they just want to make the most of one of the opportunities to hang out all together in person that are harder to come by with everyone leading busy lives. As for costumes:
Ava: I think something very on-brand, like a vampire, witch, or something morbid to freak the others out, but I also see her dressing up as Wednesday Addams and telling people she’s dressed as a homocidal maniac (they look just like everyone else)
Stacy: Something pretty basic, to be honest. Maybe she’d go as a VSCO girl or SC filter something, but everyone would jokingly pretend they didn’t realize she was wearing a costume
Lily: If she’s with Britney, then she’ll be whatever Britney decides for the both of them, but I really like the idea of Lily dressing up as one of her ocs that later makes it into her video games
Noah: We’re talking about a guy who went to homecoming in denim, so if anyone could get him to put even the slightest bit of effort into a look, he’d go for the plainest stuff ever, like one of those “Error 404: Costume not found” shirts. Alternatively, if you remember that episode of The Office in which Jim was too lazy to do a proper costume so he just wore a name tag that said “Dave”, that’s something Noah would also do
Lucas: He finally gives in after everyone pesters him to dress up as Clark Kent, and he absolutely rocks the look
Connor: Kurt Kobain. I don’t have an explanation for this one, I just feel it in my heart
Dan: I thought of him and ILitW MC redoing their matching Captain Incredible costumes and posting the pics with the ones their parents took when they were kids with some throwback or glow up caption and let me tell you that that thought now lives in my head rent-free
Andy: He’d do a pop culture costume if he’s doing it with another person or with a group, but solo, he’d go for a more classic approach, so looks like pirate or other traditional Halloween themes are something you might see him in
Tom: I feel like he’d be the type to be really into pop culture costumes, and I can see him doing a Transformers-themed one because he canonically loves those movies so much that they influenced his whole career path, so they can for sure influence a costume
Imogen: She does costumes with aesthetic vibes, so I can see her dressed as an angel in a pretty gown or a mermaid with colorful accessories and with some epic makeup skills she’s got the whole ethereal look down
Danni: Dresses up as Parker and proceeds to roast him all day by doing impressions of him… they’re weirdly accurate
Parker: A ghostbuster, solely because he’s never worn anything that wasn’t beige and he’s not about to start now. He mainly just dresses up to hand out candy to trick-or-treaters, anyway
ILB MC: To a party, they’ll wear something that goes with their vibe, but to watch movies at home with Elliot, they’ll both do meme costumes because they’re easy to do and they have a lot of fun with them
So this was actually really fun to think about, and I hope you have a great day too! In fact, I hope you had a great day every day it took me to answer this ask and an especially awesome Halloween :)
#Fr tho my MC named Coraline after the movie character Coraline (esp since she also has a black cat) would 100% dress up as her namesake#also shoutout to the LPS for helping me think of some of em#some of these I felt in my gut but other had me stumped so long#ask#answered
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