everything comes at a price

Angels walk among us. With crooked halos and shattered wings, they walk among us and try to remember what it felt like to be holy. Stretching out their arms and reminding themselves of what it felt like to soar.

Gods walk among us. Trapped inside too small bodies with nothing but the memories of when they were everything, and dream of the worlds and empires they helped forge. Their hands had once built galaxies, but now seemed so small.

Aliens walk among us. From far away worlds and twinkling stars, they carry on and wonder how they had gotten so far from home. One day they know they’ll traverse this galaxy once again, but until then they must make do with Earth.

Fae walk among us. Who try to remember their people, their customs, their dances, in a world that is convinced that they are children’s tales, and no more. Desperately trying to become themselves again, wondering if it was all simply a prank gone wrong, or something worse.

Forests walk among us. Those who remember their trees, their plants, the animals they kept safe under their canopy. Now they can only hope their small friends stay safe, until they can take care of them all again.

Animals walk among us. Wondering why they were stuck on two legs with none of their fur or feathers, scales or shells. Questioning why their voices suddenly are so wrong, so different from the cries they used to make. Surrounding themselves with whatever they can that reminds them of their home.

Ghosts walk among us. Clothed in flowing white and shadowy blues, wandering through areas that used to be solely theirs. They can no longer phase or float, but they make do. They have to.

Dragons walk among us. On feet without the claws they remember, and with heads held high despite the missing horns and fangs. They clamber forwards, rebuilding their hoard with every step of the way.

Dolls walk among us. Those with faded felt and chipped ceramics alike wondering why they were suddenly flesh. Looking over themselves and realizing their bodies were suddenly softer then they ever were, more sturdy then they ever were.

Galaxies walk among us. Made of star stuff and moonshine, infinitely growing forces trapped in too small bodies. Remembering what it felt like to span light years and wondering who had managed to trap supernovas into flesh and blood.

Monsters walk among us. In every shape and size; they walk; slither; crawl; and remember the days they were feared, and wonder if they really want that back. If they would want it back after finally being treated as a living creature with as much right to exist as anyone else.

Betrayers walk among us. With guilt-ridden hearts and regretful eyes. Who reassure themselves that it was the right thing to do, not quite sure if they believe themselves.

Saviors walk among us. With a shine in their eyes and smiles on their lips, reassuring all they come across that one day the sun will shine and all with be right once again.

Rebels walk among us. Causes long ago forgotten, but with fires still raging in their hearts. Challenging anything and everything. Unrest and revolutions follow them wherever they tread. Chaos and freedom, mixed together.

Survivors walk among us. Soldiers with nothing left to fear, who have instincts as their guide and luck on their side. Walking forward unafraid, because they’ve done this all before.

Immortals walk among us. Souls laden with sorrow, heartbreak slipping through their eyes. They know by now not to get close, but do so anyways because its the only thing that makes them feel anymore.

Soldiers walk among us. Hands itching for weapons they no longer have, tense with instincts they no longer need. Wondering why their body is so unmarred and unbroken. They had always done their best, but now they no longer knew if that was good enough. If it ever was good enough.

Children walk among us. Lost and afraid, they march forward, with the weights of a thousand impossibilities on their shoulders. These children are forgotten, and they would prefer to stay that way.

Cursed-folk walk among us. With cautious eyes and doubtful tones, who know that the world is against them now more than ever. Everything comes with a price, and they wonder if their price was truly worth it.

Mages walk among us. Hands of their magical tools of choice, ready to pull them out if necessary to defend or attack. Scared because this was the land their ancestors were killed in. Courageous because they continue forwards anyways.

Travelers walk among us. Those who took a wrong turn and found themselves in a world that isn’t theirs, hoping to one day find the way back. Strength rings through them, for they know they cannot- will not -stop until they reach their home.

Chosen Ones walk among us. Remembering what it felt like to be The One, The Savior, The Last Hope of their worlds- and wondering why that responsibility was ever thrust on them in the first place. Wondering why they had been abandoned back in their old world after fighting so hard for the one they had made their home.

Spirits walk among us. Spirits who see others like them in the corner of their eyes. Spirits who meet up in quiet secret places and remember, together, what it felt like to be themselves. Reassuring each other that one day they will all go Home.

Unicorns walk among us. Even with their horns no longer there, there is no doubt magic runs through them. They are blessed creatures, and they know it. Stars and sunlight glisten in their eyes, and every step plants flowers. 

Demons walk among us. Still feeling the darkness in their blood, and the calls of others like them. Hell fire and brimstone smells dance on the breeze, luring them away. Luring them back home.

Dire Wolves walk among us. Even without their pack, they are fierce. Every step a calculation, every move planned.The hunt is on, and it looks like you are the prey. Get ready to run.

Dinosaurs walk among us. Long gone though they are, the continue forward. With pasts surrounded by mystery and unknowing. They are a varied folk, from carnivores to herbivores and everything in between. Large and small alike they fight on.

Winged Ones walk among us. Backs aching from wings they don’t have- limbs they haven’t had in a long time. The sky calls to them, begging them to come home, but they cannot reply. Stuck on the ground, staring hopefully up at the sky- one day they might go home, but not yet, not today.

Glitches walk among us. Scratches on the disk of reality, blips in the world. Tilt your head, look at them from a wrong angle- they might just be lens flares, might just be tricks of the imagination. The world warps around a being that is not there, that shouldn’t be there.

Hellhounds walk among us. Hellfire sprouts from their paths, infernos blaze just under their skin. Embers burn their paws, soot stains their fur. Wildness stirs in their hearts, urges them forward. Feral creatures, born from fire and darkness.

Vampires walk among us. Fangs stained red with blood that is not theirs. Pale as untouched snow, with hearts as dark as the night they rule. Voids twist around them, cloaking them in their shadows. Look out for too sharp grins at midnight, watch your steps.

Elements walk among us. Raging winds, blazing flames, crushing earth, and surging waters rush together. Combining to make impossible possibilities, incredible worlds, exploding worlds. Elements that made up entire worlds now spinned into bones.

The Undead walk among us. Shuffling and stuttering, wondering if this makes them undead undead. Flesh now whole and bones unbroken, feeling their heartbeat course through their veins once again, feeling the air filling their lungs once again. 

Werefolk walk among us. Bodies no longer shifting as they once did, permanently stuck on their two legs, for better or for worse. From all walks of life, they shifted into anything and everything. They do what they can to remind themselves of what if had felt like to themselves again.

Starseeds walk among us. Those that have lived only a few lives and those that have lived hundreds walking together. Taking the same steps they’ve taken who knows how many times before. Memories trickle back to them, small ones and big ones alike replaying in their minds. Doing their best to remember their mission and goals.

Mermaids walk among us. Although, maybe walk would be the wrong word. Figuring out how to walk on separate limbs that used to be one. Feeling most at home when submerged in water, sometimes forgetting their new bodies need oxygen. Strong arms and new legs propelling them through water, making them relearn a skill that they’d known since birth.

Death Omens walk among us. Afraid if their mere presence curses everyone around them. Keeping to themselves, just in case. Wondering how much of their past life carries on to their new life. Afraid that their mere touch could end lives, wondering if its their fault every time catastrophe hits.

Psychopomps walk among us. Remembering their jobs, remembering their duty. Even when they hated it, they remember what that must do. Both an impartial guide and a guardian protector. It was not their job to judge, simply to provide a safe passage from here to whatever lies beyond. Smiling in the face of death, knowing that they are not here for them.

Shadows walk among us. Twisting and shifting, not solid forms but far from intangible. They are everywhere and nowhere all at once, watching on to every act, recording passively that actions of others, while also defending those in need, actively stepping out to protect. They are the night and the stars, and yet also the shifting woods and deadly blades that flash in the shade. They are, and they aren’t.

Prisoners walk among us. Remembering shackles and chains holding them back, holding them down. Forced in cages and cells, forced to repent. But now- now they are free. They are free to walk and speak and run. Every part of their soul sings. Shackles now rusted off, chains now broken- they have no intentions of ever putting them back on.

Robots walk among us. Rusty joints and electricity running through them. Mechanical men, made to work with no need for sustenance. Inorganic beings with artificial intelligence, making themselves better, making themselves evolve. Their jobs are not yet done.

Mountains walk among us. Their strength and fortitude transformed into movable flesh and feeble bones. Eons of near unending life taken away and replaced with a life of hardly a century. Where once they were feared and respected, they are now hardly ever seen.

Winter Sprites walk among us. Ice on their fingers, frost in their hair. Snow falls over their trail, painting the frozen landscape a chilling white. A shiver trails up your spine when they pass, followed by a freezing breeze- winter spirits in their element can freeze the world over, if one could be bothered to do so.

Seers walk among us. They watch, wide eyed and humbled, at the creatures who walk around them. Wings and horns and twisted bits, wandering through crowded streets. Their oddities, invisible to most, show bright and clear to the perceptive eyes of those who watch.

(want me to add one? Leave a reply and I’ll add it to the original)

Spirit Working Tip

that also extends to gods, angels, demons, or whatever else you’re working with. 
Nothing is free. Everything comes with a price. If you ask for something, they may not be upfront about it, but the spirit will want something in turn. Make sure you know what that is before you begin. 
Gods and spirits don’t just give. 

We’re in a big group, and we just came to a huge, abandoned city. Our group split off into 4 smaller groups, and me and 5 others are exploring the noble part of the abandoned town. As we explore, we come across a cylindrical pole and a few crystals, which we add to our packs. Then, as we try to enter a room…

DM (as a holographic lady, speaking in a language only I know): Please show proof of residency to continue.

Paladin (to my character): What did she say?

Me: I’m not telling you. There’s a price to everything.

(party comes up with ways of trying to get past the lady)

Me: (half orc), why don’t you try throwing a crystal at her?

Half orc: Well, wouldn’t hurt I guess. (throws the crystal)

DM (lady): Stop that.

Me: (chuckling) that didn’t work!

Paladin: Okay, I’ve got a plan! (half orc), put the rod inside her!

(everyone loses their goddamn minds)

Paladin: No-wait-I didn’t-

Christian Yu’s Tattoos

Be There. Be Down. Be You

Where: right shoulder/upper chest;

Meaning: the motto he lives by


Where: left arm/biceps

Meaning: his first camera that he bought, it all started with that camera for him so that’s why he had it imprinted into him


Where: left shoulder, above the camera

Meaning: bald guy (ian) looking into his own brain seeing it is limitless; it’s fitted into a picture frame/clapperboard (?)


Where: left biceps, below the camera

Meaning: director’s name

Rose with a spider’s web

Where: left inner arm, below ian

Meaning: everything beautiful comes with a price, behind the beautiful rose there’s a hidden spider

The Pink Reel

Where: left inner forearm

Meaning: DPR started as The Pink Reel (dPinkReel) but was later on rebranded into Dream Perfect Regime


Where: left inner arm, next to the rose, under the camera

Meaning: the torch has a blank spot which he will later fill in with the initials of his firstborn


Where: front of the left elbow

Meaning: -


Where: left shoulder/back

Meaning: symbolizes the year he was born in but it has double meaning: dark horse, the one that rises in the end, wins


WHERE: left inner arm/triceps

MEANING: represents Rome

LXII.IV.III (now covered by crown)

Where: left shoulder/front/up to the collar bone

Meaning: -


Where: left shoulder/front/up to the collar bone

Meaning: it’s cclown’s fandom name, he’ll always have a crown with him

Aphrodite/Venus in flames

Where: left front forearm/up to the wrist

Meaning: his mum’s nickname is Aphrodite plus he wanted to keep his tattooes in “Roman vibe” since his nickname is Rome

credit to: cclown_poland, soo.pia

with some addition

Oh, sleepovers. Nothing is better than spending a night with your bestfriends overdosing on junk food, laying around in your most comfortable and embarrassing pajamas and watching five movies in a row. Sleepovers can either be extremely relaxing or hard to recover from, but they are so funny and irreplaceable that I personally think there should be an international Sleepover Night. 

Movies, obviously, are a must-be according to the Sleepover Bible (made up by me right now), but sometimes it can be hard to choose what to watch. I guess one of the best ways to decide is having a marathon or establishing a theme: you can watch the whole Harry Potter/Pirates of the Caribbean/Star Wars saga, go for a tv series like Friends or Grey’s Anatomy or follow a fil rouge that links together a few films.

What I’m proposing you today is one of my favourite themes: teen movies from 1990 to 2000. Beside being extremely funny and unmissable if you are a movie amateur, they definitely left a mark in the filmmaking history, defining a generation not so far in time from ours. They can also teach you something about style or pop culture, so you have no excuses left not to watch them!


People worshipped them and cursed them, but everybody wanted to be them .

In Jawbreaker you have all the ingredients for a classic teen movie: a high school, a popular and mean clique of Queen Bees, a kind-hearted girl loved by everyone, a prom, hot guys - with the only exception that this is not a classic teen movie.

Jawbreaker is a dark comedy and (surprise!) it involves a kidnapping, a death and police investigations. Written and directed by David Stein, the movie revolves around the “Flawless Four” of Reagan High School, Los Angeles:  Courtney Shayne, Marcie Fox, Julie Freeman and Elizabeth Purr. They all rule the school with a terror regime, except for Liz. She is not as mean as her friends and makes no differences in relating with others - her beauty and honesty, then, make her the most loved and admired girl. 

Obviously, this generates jealousy in Courtney, Marcie and Julie, who decide to prank their friend on seventeenth birthday, by performing a fake kidnapping. They take her off guard early in the morning, binding her with ropes and pushing a jawbreaker candy into her mouth. The girls lock Elizabeth in the trunk of a car and drive towards the mall to celebrate their friend’s brithday with breakfast. However, once they open the trunk, the sight is definitely not what they expected it to be…

Jawbreaker is worth watching not only for the twisted, surprising plot and the iconic (and definitely realistic) language used by the girls, but also because it explores the dynamics of a group of girls with the voice of an outsider, Fern Mayo, who finds herself involved in the events against her will. This movie is gonna make you laugh, startle and maybe regret not living in 1999.

Cruel Intentions (1999)

In the game of seduction there’s only one rule: never fall in love.

Drugs, sex, a hot step-brother, games of seduction, classy and total black outfits, rich mansions. If you like this list, Cruel Intentions is the perfect movie for you. Beside having an incredibly attractive cast, a young Reese Witherspoon included, its plot twists the usual “mean clique” dynamics.

Set in a wealthy Manhattan, the film is about an oddly assorted couple: Sebastian Valmont and his step-sister Kathryn Merteuil. He’s well known for his countless sexual conquers and seductive manners, which perfectly match Kathryn’s inner wickedness and malice - but they always both manage to get away with it thanks to their fascinating looks and charming attitudes. 

The tight relationship between the two not only sees them accomplices in many misdeeds, but also gives rise to explicit sexual innuendos, as Sebastian’s not-so-secret fantasy is to sleep with Kathryn. Despite wishing the same, the girl likes to play it hard to get, so she decides to set up a bet: if Sebastian will be able to seduce Annette Hargrove, Kathryn will have sex with him - otherwise, she’ll get his vintage Jaguar. It’s not as easy as it seems: Annette is the daughter of their school’s headmaster and has recently written an article on saving her virginity for marriage.

As the time goes by and the relationship with Annette develops, Sebastian will find his controversial morals hardly tested. He’ll also have to manage the seduction of the young and naive Cecile, the new girlfriend of Kathryn’s ex, and he’ll be soon torn between his usual lifestyle and a wager maybe too hard to win, even for his unbeaten ego.

Cruel Intentions is weird, explicit, somehow shocking. It points out the differences between boys and girls as it comes to sex, providing a few interesting reflections under a chic, witty and dark atmosphere. Kathryn’s outfits are ICONIC and the movie will make you want more - and you’re lucky, because there are a prequel and a sequel.

Clueless (1995)

Dear diary, I’m more fabulous than five minutes ago.

I don’t even know how to start with this and if you’ve never seen Clueless before… oh my gosh, you can’t imagine what you’ve missed. This movie is p-e-r-f-e-c-t! 

Yes, we have a Queen Bee, Cher, with her sidekick Dionne. And yes, she’s vain and superficial. But she is funny, gorgeous, good natured, harmless and extremely relatable. You could easily make any quote from her character yours, really. She’s crazy wealthy and lives in a mansion in Beverly Hills, obviously being the most popular girl at school.

The movie explores Cher’s life and her attempts at making “good deeds”, showing how her attitude is more innocent than biased. She decides to give Tai Frasier, a “tragically unhip” girl, a makeover aimed at initiating her into the popular universe of their high school; she tries to act as cupid and match two professors (also to raise her grades); all of this, just for the sake of “giving back to the community”.

Cher’s hilarious adventures continue as she finds herself facing a new, attractive boy at school, her annoying stepbrother, the driving license exam and other teenage things we’ve all been through. I loved this movie because she’s fierce and self confident in a positive way, for once - and I won’t even mention the outfits of almost every character, which I’ve seen more than once reinterpreted in the latest collections of many fashion brands. And let me add that Alicia Silverstone’s facial expressions are the best thing in the world… In a few words: watch it. You won’t absolutely regret it.

The Craft (1996)

“You girls watch out for those weirdos” - “We are the weirdos, mister”

Everyone loves a bit of magic. Candles, chanting odd words, summoning the supernatural, meeting in the middle of the night - all things you probably don’t do but that still sound fascinating and attractive, especially if you are a young girl with a mysterious past in a new school where you know no one.

This is how it goes for Sarah Bailey once she arrives to the catholic academy of St. Benedict, Los Angeles. A group of outcasts, with difficult, gloomy lives and rumored to be practicing witchcraft, notices that Sarah is not as normal as she seems, thus luring her into joining their coven. The powers of the four girls reach a whole new level as they try to fix their messy lives and make up for any wrong that had been unfairly done to them.

However, nothing is easy when it comes to unearthly powers - the group will face difficult personal struggles and they will soon understand that everything comes with a price. 

This thriller will open your eyes on the hard life of social rejects in a surreal way, making you think twice before exposing someone not as lucky as you - you never know what may be their revenge. I loved The Craft because it explores a different side of the world depicted in the movies listed above - it gives voice to the unheard and shows things from a different point of view.

10 Things I Hate About You (1999)

But mostly, I hate the way I don’t hate you, not even close.

Sisters can be so different. Take Bianca and Kat Stratford, for example. One is popular, beautiful, admired and elegant, the other is a smart, casual, ironic bookworm. Cameron James (and adorable Joseph Gordon-Levitt) is head over heels for Bianca as soon as he sees her, but he’s warned by a friend that the girl’s father doesn’t allow her to date anyone. This doesn’t only upset Cameron, but Bianca as well - that’s why before the prom she quarrels with her dad until he agrees on letting her go at one condition: Kat has to find a boyfriend and go to the prom, too, causing Bianca to become furious since her sister will never want to be with someone.

Cameron finds out about the new rule and decides to find a boy who will date Kat, so then he’ll be able to go out with Bianca. The mission seems impossible, but of course we have Heath Ledger, in the role of Patrick Verona, who once again becomes the hero and (obviously with a heavy salary) agrees on trying.

Will the mission stay professional? Will Kat resist to Patrick’s charm or will she be trapped by the good-looking outcast as bitter as she is? Will Bianca go to prom with Cameron? You need to watch the movie to find out. This is one of my favourite ones, I’ve seen it at least three times and it’s just great - I always like watching the development of a romantic relationship, because each one is different from the other. And the singing scene on the bleachers? Iconic.

Romeo + Juliet (1996) - trailer

If love be rough with you, be rough with love.

Do I even have to say something?? I mean, Leo DiCaprio, Shakespeare’s most known masterpiece, love and death, Baz Luhrmann. This is enough, isn’t it?

Romeo + Juliet is the modernized and adapted version of the famous, tragic love story. It’s visionary, surreal, heartbreaking and it should be seen at least once a week because it’s just too much. It is set in a imaginary Verona Beach, where the adventures and deeds of two families in war intertwine with the forbidden love affair of a young boy and girl. The plot follows Shakespeare’s script, but you won’t find swords or horses. Guns and sportscars, gas stations and a swimming pool are just a few of the innovative twists Luhrmann has used in this dreamy and loud film.

What about you? What are your favourite 90ies/sleepover movies? Let us know by commenting this post, the Facebook page or sending an ask! x




What started out as a fun and easy way to pay off your college debts eventually meant living with a man who’s name you did not speak. To others, he was Kim Namjoon — the owner of several multi-billion dollar companies with a cold personality and a yearn for perfection. To you, he was that very same man, cold and distant, except you were strictly instructed to call him one thing and one thing only.


warnings: graphic smut, dirty talk, rough sex, dom!namjoon + sub!reader, daddy kink, oral sex, fingering + strong language

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What is Be more chill about? :0

it’s a sci-fi comedy musical that revolves around a high school junior named jeremy heere! he’s about as Unimpressive and Average as they come, but he finds out that high schoolers everywhere are taking these pill-sized supercomputers called squips - which implant themselves in your brain and tell you how to act/behave in social situations to be more cool

(be more chill, if u will)

basically it’s abt jeremy taking one of those pills in a quest to become more popular as his squip tells him what to say/wear/act as he climbs up the social ladder from being a loser, but, yknow. everything comes at a price. it turns out a supercomputer in your brain can do….a whole lot more than just instruct you on how to be popular

TLDR; ratatouille

Signs in Lilith
  • Your Lilith Sign notes your deepest fears and your 'dark side' or the aspect most do not see of you.
  • Lilith in Taurus: Is often scared of scarcity, has a tendency to 'hoard'. Has a tendency to indulge with sex and food.
  • Lilith in Aries: These people fear unworthiness and will sometimes act out to assert themselves. They are quite prone to making scalding arguments to preserve themselves.
  • Lilith in Gemini: Gemini often feel deeply toward the feelings and opinions of others, and will often begin casting blame and negativity on others that depict the negative viewpoints on themselves. They often deal with their problems by thrusting themselves into social life.
  • Lilith in Virgo: Lilith in Virgo are astute perfectionists that fear messing up. They can be hypercritical in the works of others and will often feel that others are hindering their abilities, when it is usually their own criticism causing the sense of lack.
  • Lilith in Cancer: These people are innately clingy but will explain this away at every opportunity. They are deeply afraid to end up alone, but when they see a clingy nature in others, they are often quite deterred. They do not like to see that desire and codependency in others as it is a factor they detest in themselves.
  • Lilith in Leo: Leo Lilith is afraid to endure change, and often do not want to go through change unless they force it themselves. This is why they often come across as vain -- they will use verbal and mental control over a situation to attempt to solidify it, and will often do this with the opinions of others, vying for their agreement in issues. This often causes Lilith in Leo to come across as vain.
  • Lilith in Scorpio: Lilith in Scorpio fears loss and will put anything on the line to prevent it. They have 'savior syndrome' and are very often the individuals who try to rescue the 'chronic needy'. This is something Scorpio Lilith needs to work on, as they tax themselves mentally and hold others accountable instead of themselves for choosing to 'martyr.'
  • Lilith in Sagittarius: This astrological alignment makes for a tough time for the Lilith in Sagittarius person -- they are afraid of life being boring and will often try to be more risk-oriented. They are also individuals who fear being lied to and will often act in a disruptive way to get the truth, especially when intoxicated. They must develop the ability to endure the mundane and trust others.
  • Lilith in Capricorn: This sign has trouble being a leader and being a follower. When in leadership they can be abusive or irrational in the position, and when they are a follower, they have a deep-seated fear of not being acknowledged and not being respected.
  • Lilith in Aquarius: This sign fears powerlessness, having no power over their job and creative situation, and having to listen to others without the opportunity to make a rebuttal. This sign will need to become comfortable with the ebb and flow of creativity, must work on stubbornness, and being more understanding.
  • Lilith in Pisces: Lilith in Pisces believe everything comes at a price, and do not believe in random acts of kindness. They have a hard time trusting people who are trying to give to them out of kindness, as they often expect a negative reaction down the road. This sign needs to work on societal optimism.
  • Lilith in Libra: This sign is afraid of the gray area, and has a nature that lends to them seeing things one way or another, plain and simple. It is important for them to develop a connection with other people and to release their tendency to be extremely critical of strangers, lest they be lonely, which is their ultimate fear.
  • Lilith in Ophiuchus: Lilith in Ophiuchus are extremely afraid of being held accountable, being held under scrutiny, or being persecuted. For this reason, they often assign feelings to those who have not made any claims of their opinions yet. Many people are drawn to Lilith in Ophiuchus' knowledge and creativity, and it is hard for them to learn from this person's genius if they are not allowed in.
طيب الخلاصه ونجيب م الآخر

1- صاحب الكل وحيد.
2- اللى فاهم الحب بكل تفاصيله، مش مرتبط .. ولو ارتبط تبقى أمها داعيالها في ليلة القدر
3- كلام الناس كله غلط، أياً كان صح أو غلط.
4- أنجح العلاقات أخفاها.
5- كليتك العالية مش دليل إنك عبقري، ولا كليتك العادية دليل إنك تافه
6- التعليم المصري عامل زي “النيش” ، ملوش أي ستين لازمة بس لازم يبقي موجود.
7- إذا معرفتش تكون “بنادول’‘، حاول متبقاش صداع.
8- إنت مش محور الكون مهما كنت مشهور.
9- مش كل إللي بيضحك في وشك بيحبك، ولا كل إللي بيعدي من جنبك من غير ما يسلم عليك بيكرهك
10- مش شرط الناس تصقفلك عشان تكمل الحاجة اللى بتعملها، لو بتحبها كمِّل فيها حتى لوماحدش إدالك إهتمام أصلاً.
11- عيش حياتك إنت، ماتحاولش تقلد أي حد مهما كانت درجة نجاحه.
12- ماتحاولش تعيش زي بطل فيلم، عشان هو قصة مكتوبة مصممة إنها تعجب كل الناس
13- أول ما تبدأ في المشي، الطريق هايبان، المهم تبدأ.
14- ماتصدقش شاعر، و لو كان برج العقرب اقتله قبل ما يتكلم
15- على قدر العشم يأتي الخازوق.
16- ماتمشيش تدلدق في روحك ورا حد، أياً كان مين.
17- كل حاجة بتعدي، بس وهي بتعدي بتسيب شوية حاجات مابيعدوش.
18- حاول تحافظ علي حلاوة البدايات أطول فترة ممكنة.
19- You are what you believe.
20- فكر و ماتمشيش ورا القطيع، الكثرة مش دليل على صحة المنهج.
21- السمك الميت بيعوم مع التيار، و السمك الصاحي بس هو اللي بيختار طريقه.
22- متسحبش حد من دنيته لو مش هتعرف تزود علي حياته 100 حياه.
23- لو مش هتعشق، ماتحبش ..بالله عليك ماتحب.
24- ملخص علاقات الحب إنك مابتحبش لما تختار، و مش بتختار لما تحب
25- كل واحد فينا جواه قصة غيرته و من ساعتها و هو مش عارف يرجع طبيعي زي الأول
26- Everything comes with a price
، عشان كدة لازم تكون عارف إنت بتستغني عن إيه في سبيل إيه، عشان متندمش
27- لو في يوم اتعلمت الإنسحاب، هتبقى عاده
28- سنانك لما عصبها بيموت إستحالة ترجع تلمع تاني زي الأول .. عامل الناس كلها بالأسلوب ده
29- مفيش حاجة اسمها Forever ، كلنا فترات في حياة بعض غير كده محن وتلزيق
30- كل مشكلة و ليها أكل
31- مشاكلك لو خرجت برا قلبك و حكيتها، يبقى بتزود عليهم واحدة كمان
32- حاول تفرق بين "الچنتلة” و “النحنحة” عشان الأولانية بتخليك مميز و التانية بتخليك ملزق
33- رتب دولاب حياتك كل فترة، و إتبرع بالناس إللى صغرت عليك لناس تانيه تلبسهم
34- شوية الشوية اللي فاضلين عندك، فاضل شوية و هيروحوا
35-‏سنك في البطاقة غير سنك في المرايا غير سنك مع حد بتحبه غير سنك و إنت فرحان غير سنك و إنت زعلان، جوا عمرك عمر تاني..
36- الموت (منبة) ، مظبوط على عمر إللى جنبك، عشان يصحيك إنت
37- الحرام قبل العيب، و ربك قبل الناس
38- ميتين أم الناس و المجتمع.
39- حافظ على كرامتك وماتخليش أي حاجه تأثر عليها أو تخليك تتنازل عنها مهما حصل
40-بلاش الثقة الزيادة فى اى حد خلى فى احتمال للعكس في كل المواقف

Robert Carlyle - Storybrooke 3 Con
  • When they filmed the stripping scene for The Full Monty they did it over three days. They’d do the bits with the ties and then get called ‘Cut!’ and would film more and more each time so they got the right shots. He said that people would boo when they stopped and by the third day when they actually did the Full Monty they probably didn’t think they’d actually do it so all those cheers you hear in the film are very real.
  • He also said they only got a shot from the back and nobody wants to see him strip again. I nicely shouted that I do!
  • He thinks Gold always kind of knew that he was Rumple even before the curse broke for him.
  • Rumplestiltskin is an interesting character and he’s given a lot of room to create with him. 
  • But sometimes even he watches and is all ‘Rumple, stop that!’ when he does something silly.
  • He doesn’t have a bucket list and is very thankful for the life he has. Mentioned his wife and kids and how he has everything he wants in life.
  • Fave line is ‘all magic comes with a price’ but he thinks he said it wrong at first and it was meant to be ‘magic always comes with a price.
  • He’s also very partial to saying ‘Dearie’.
  • If he had to play another character on the show he would play The Evil Queen.
  • His favourite roles are ones he can have fun with and not play too safe with.
  • His favourite role to play is Begbie.
  • Summer is the film he considers to be his best work.
  • Jaime is lovely even if it’s odd to have a Mother who is younger than him.
  • He also thinks Robbie Kay is a ‘smashing lad’.
  • He’s been growing his hair out but for continuity they keep cutting his hair at work. He does love his long hair but finds it more manageable now.
  • He most enjoyed filming Plunkett and Macleane because it was the first big film he’d done. He filmed that in the Czech Republic.
  • His process for getting in to character for someone like Rumple is to sit in a dark room, spend a lot of time with himself and just get in to the headspace. No stimulus around him so he can think. He’s tried method acting, it isn’t for him and thinks all actors have their own methods so it doesn’t matter what it is so long as it works for you.
  • If he had to play a Princess he would play Belle, because he loves her.
  • “I love Belle. I have to say that, she’s my wife!”
  • If he could bring back any character from the dead it would be Neal/Baelfire. 
  • He loves working with Emilie. She makes it so easy, they have great chemistry and it’s someone he trusts. Someone who can go to that Dark Place with him to find the character. He says that they’ve always worked so well and mentioned how filming Skin Deep forged that bond. 
  • Skin Deep is still his favourite.
  • He really enjoyed working on Barney Thompson even if it was a challenge being in front of and behind the camera  He really liked the characters, he really enjoyed Barney and the humour in the movie.
  • Mr. Gold’s first name is Barbara.
  • At this point they don’t know if there will be a Season Seven.
  • He’s heard rumours that there could be a Trainspotting TV show based on their younger years and thinks that would be a mistake because those characters are their own kind of entity and that whole Trainspotting world is a heightened environment.
  • He would, however, be happy to do more Trainspotting movies.
  • Was asked advice for budding actresses and said that it’s easier for men (he  didn’t seem happy that it was!) and you have to be really strong in that business. Don’t lose yourself and maintain what you believe to be true.
Arrangement for Affection (Jaylos)

This is a terrible plot bunny that would not leave me alone.

So,” Jay mocks, “I came to rescue you.”

“But why?” There’s no logic in any of this. Jay is a thief, not one with a heart of gold, just a thief. He’s selfish and cunning, quick and careless. Why in the hell would he stop by to help?

Jay leans closer, one foot braced against the locker in the most non-chalant, relaxed pose that Carlos envies. “Because,” he sings, “I want something from you.”

Or, the story of which Jay agrees to be a bodyguard in exchange for something Carlos is not prepared for.

Or, Carlos might kind of be a prostitute in the loosest sense of the word.

Rating: PG13

Carlos lets his head thunk against the metal behind him. It’s the second time this week that the Gastons had shoved him into a locker and slammed it close before Carlos could even realize what was happening. They snatched his homework and cackled as they ran, leaving the younger boy behind to mumble the periodic table to help fight off the panic in such a tight space.

It’s okay, Carlos thinks in between calcium (an alkaline earth metal with an atomic number of 20, meaning it has two electrons in its outer shell) and scandium (a transition metal with an approximate weight of 45 amu), Evie always comes looking for me, she’ll know to check the lockers when she can’t find me. Unless…Mal found her and is dragging her off to be thrown into the ocean. Or pushing her off the roof of Bargain Castle. Or drowning her in-.

“Ah!” Carlos shouts as the locker door swings open and he crashes to the ground. He lands painfully on his shoulder, but that’s perfectly fine! An acceptable trade for his freedom and the dim lights in the hall.

It takes him just a moment to catch his breath, he had done very well of not hyperventilating, and Carlos looks up. Evie found him much faster than he expected, he had planned on being in the locker for at least another 10 minutes, how did she-.

Carlos is eye-level with torn and ratty jeans, instead of the navy blue skirt he has come to know so well. He hasn’t moved from the ground, but when he finally reaches the face of his savior, Carlos hops up and glares.

Of course, Jay isn’t withered by his annoyance, just grins and raises an expectant eye brow. “I know Hell Hall sucks, but the locker isn’t an exactly an improvement.” His dark hair is messy and untamed, even under his red beanie, and he’s watching Carlos brush himself off as if it’s newest form of entertainment.

“What do you want?” The glare doesn’t leave Carlos’ face. “Shouldn’t you be chasing after Mal, planning on setting the school on fire?”

Jay shrugs. “What makes you think we haven’t already planned that out?” He’s silent before laughing at the look on Carlos’ face. “Kidding! As if we would waste our time with this place,” he rolls his eyes for emphasis.

“That doesn’t answer my question.” Carlos tries not to fold in on himself, but Jay is a hell of a lot stronger than he is, even if Jay is…well, as non-threatening as he can be at the moment. “What are you doing here?”

He closes the locker Carlos was just stuck in and leans against it. “I saw the Gaston doofuses toss you in.” And he says it as if his explanation makes sense, like it’s obvious.

Which it is so not.

“So?” Carlos pushes.

So,” Jay mocks, “I came to rescue you.”

“But why?” There’s no logic in any of this. Jay is a thief, not one with a heart of gold, just a thief. He’s selfish and cunning, quick and careless. Why in the hell would he stop by to help?

Jay leans closer, one foot braced against the locker in the most non-chalant, relaxed pose that Carlos envies. “Because,” he sings, “I want something from you.”

Oh. Carlos nearly sighs at the fact that things are starting to make sense again. Still, this is the son of Jafar, he knows better than to let his guard down.

“And what do you want?” Carlos almost snaps back but loses his courage before the words even form in his mouth. “The Gastons took my stuff, and even if they didn’t, you could steal anything from me.” Maybe it’s a bit of a blow to his self-esteem to admit it, but there’s no point in hiding the obvious truth.

“Well,” Jay pauses, like he’s not even sure what he wants. “It’s not something you have, like an object. It’s more of a…service.”

“Like, you want something built?” Carlos scrunches his face. “Because I need time and I can’t guarantee I have the parts to even make it.”

Jay scoffs. “No, man. Like, you do something for me.”

“That’s what a service is.” Carlos rolls his eyes but stops at the scowl Jay gives. Right, don’t be a smart ass with people who can shove you back in the locker they saved you from.

“That’s not what I mean,” Jay huffs. “It’s like…” He grins in a way that paralyzes Carlos, even when Jay creeps closer, “a physical thing you do for me,” he says softly and runs a hand down Carlos’ arm.

Oh Hell Hall no.

On top of being a thief, Jay has a bit of a reputation for other things. Carlos may be younger, but he’s smart enough to be in the same class with all of the older kids, he knows Jay has charmed his way into the skirts and pants of many of their classmates. He’s heard the rumors, seen the hickies.

And Carlos is no stranger to flirting either, though his record is much less impressive than the boy who is still standing too close to him. The way Jay is looking at him right now is very similar to the look Ginny Gothel gives him when she wants Carlos to do her homework or Harriet Hook when they’re partners for lab experiments in Weird Science.

So he knows he’s being used, but it doesn’t stop his heart from pounding when someone looks at him with heavy eye lids and little smiles, like…like he’s desirable.

It doesn’t take long for Carlos to come to his senses and step back, practically tripping on his own feet. “Well, uh, that’s nice, but I’m not r-really… I ca-can’t- I’m not interested, I mean, I don’t know.” The words tumble out of his mouth until Carlos jumps at the wall touching his back.

Jay hasn’t moved from his spot on the other side of the hall, just grinning like he’s trying not to laugh. “Chill out. You don’t even know what I’m asking for.”

True, Carlos may not know the specifics, but helping him out of a locker one time is not some sort of down payment for him to interact with Jay’s dick.

“Look, we’ll keep it a real private thing between you and me. No one else knows.” The tone of Jay’s voice says the secrecy is for his peace of mind, not Carlos’. “We can even make it a, you know, arrangement.”

He must be out of his damn mind.

“What are you talking about?” Oh damn it, puberty. Right now is not the time for his voice to crack so pitifully!

Jay moves slowly, like Carlos is about to bolt (which, he is). “Dude, you’re tiny. Like, you get thrown into lockers every week and kids are always stealing your lunch. You get chased, you get beat up, people take your shit. Aren’t you tired of it?”

Really, Carlos has accepted his lot in life. Being in school with the older kids makes him a target, he’s not shocked to be picked on. He gets by just fine with running and hiding.

But Jay is right to an extant. He would like for things to be different.

“So what if I am?”

Jay grins, takes another step. “Notice how nobody messes with me?”

“Yeah,” Carlos cuts him off before Jay can continue. The food chain of Dragon Hall is quite simple: people like Jay and Mal - stronger, louder, more influence - sit at the top. People like Carlos and Evie - quiet, meek, with a desire to be invisible - rest at the bottom, underneath the feet of the kids at the top. “You’re bigger. It makes sense for people to not go after you.”

“No shit,” Jay doesn’t look happy at being interrupted, so Carlos stays silent. “But if I say not to mess with you, people won’t. I can get both of the Gastons off your back, Gil too if he starts in on it. I can make sure people lay off.”

Carlos hesitates. That would be nice. Better than nice. It would take care of most of his problems.

But everything comes with a price. One he wasn’t willing to pay.

“Don’t say no,” Jay protests to his head shake. “Just…give it a few days. Consider the rest of the week a freebie, no one bothers you. And then, well, if you like it, which you will,” he guarantees with a grin, “you can pay me back.”

“What’s the catch?”

“No catch,” Jay holds his hands up. “I promise, no one touches you this week. And if you want to keep it that way, then we can talk.”

He doesn’t understand any of this and if Carlos doesn’t understand it, he can’t control it. “Why me though? Why not make this offer to someone else?” Not that Carlos finds himself ugly, but there are many more attractive students who would be more receptive to Jay’s offer. Hell, there are students who would give it up to Jay for free. The dark eyes and charming smile make him, well, handsome, even Carlos can admit.

The thief looks away. “Because you’re the only one who can give me it.”

“Give you what, exactly?”

“Carlos!” Both boys jump, turning to the end of the hall where Evie is rushing toward them, grabbing Carlos’ arm as soon as she reaches him. “I’ve been looking for you! What’s going on?” She narrows her eyes at Jay, who sticks his tongue out.

“Sorry, princess,” he gives a mock bow, “I had to steal him for a bit.” 

She rolls her eyes before turning back to Carlos. “Are you okay?”

He nods. “Yeah, I’m fine.” A little shaky and confused, but he isn’t prepared to share the day of weird events quite yet.

“Good.” Evie relaxes. “Let’s go home.”

“Don’t you wanna buy me dinner first?”

“Not you!” She snaps and tugs Carlos along, back toward the doors of their school.

“Bye princess,” Jay blows a kiss to her and his eyes bore into the other boy. “Bye Carlos.”

The walk to school the next morning is uneventful which is eventful in itself.

He and Evie walk together everyday, a small comfort to each other between any wannabe villain in the making.

Not that Carlos and Evie are obsessed with being good or anything equally ridiculous. Evie has her mind set on marrying a prince and Carlos cares about getting his chores done and creating something new. Morality just isn’t on the list of things to consider. “We’re neutral,” he had told Evie one day in his tree house, “right in the middle.”

The same could not be said for their classmates. From Clay Clayton pushing people around just for fun to Uma tripping other students,walking into school every morning is a hazard in itself. CJ Hook likes to pull Evie’s blue curls while the Gaston twins made a habit of shoving Carlos backwards down the concrete steps.

But not today. None of the other students move toward him or Evie. It was rare, but not impossible, to get through the schoolyard unscathed. Mornings where a fight between Harry Hook and some unlucky bastard distracted everyone else, or just Carlos being quick enough to hide behind others, meant they were safe until the reach the school doors.

But this is unlike anything in the past. He and Evie aren’t ignored, several glares are thrown at them. A couple of students whisper and point, but Evie doesn’t comment on it, so neither does Carlos.

The two of them are noticed, but not chased.

It’s unsettling.

They make it through the sidewalk, up the steps and almost into the doors before Carlos finally notes Jay leaning against the wall.

He never stops talking to Mal, who stands beside him looking pissed off as usual (and Carlos takes a moment to thank the wrath of Mal for feeling so normal on a morning that is so not), but Jay’s eyes flicker over to Carlos for the briefest of seconds.

Honor among thieves, Carlos muses as Evie drags him to class, unaware of the safety he has.

Jay kept his word.

How terrifying.

“Hey Carlos,” Gil chirps at noon. “Can I have your lunch money?”

Carlos stares. “Why?”

Gil shrugs. “Uma said I had to. I think it’ll impress her and Harry.” He grins, like the thought of pleasing a malicious sea witch and a crazy pirate is everything he could have asked for.

Neutral, Carlos thinks when he looks at Gil. Neither good nor bad, just wanting to fit in.

Still, he says no. If it were anyone else, Carlos probably would have just given in, but people who are neutral just aren’t as scary as the people who want to impale him with a sword.

“Please, Carlos?” Gil whines. “I know you need it for lunch, but I’ll pay you back tomorrow! Oh, hi Jay!”

Carlos jumps around to find Gil was right. Jay is leaning against a locker, glaring at the pirate. “You won’t pay him back at all,” Jay sighs. “Gil, do you remember what I said this morning?”

“That you hope we’ll have mashed potatoes for lunch today?”

Jay hangs his head and Carlos can almost laugh at the frustration. “No, the thing about Carlos?”

“Oh yeah, no one is suppose to bother him for the rest of this week.”

“And what are you doing right now, Gil?”

“I… Am I bothering him?” He turns to Carlos. “Am I bothering you?”

Carlos scuffs his shoes against the ground, two big guys focusing on him does not usually end well. “Uh, you’re asking for my lunch money. So…kind of.”

“Aww, man,” Gil groans and rubs the back of his neck. “I’m sorry, just Uma and Harry said to and I want them to know that I can follow orders…”

“Then follow this order,” Jay snaps. “Tell Shrimpy and Eyeliner if think they can challenge me, they should do it themselves. Not their lackey.”

“Right-o!” Gil chirps. “Sorry again, Carlos,” and he scurries off.

“So,” Carlos turns to Jay fully. “You made an announcement this morning?”

Jay shrugs. “I wouldn’t call it an announcement. I told a few people to get the word out.”

“What word?”

“That Carlos de Vil is not to be bothered,” Jay quirks a brow, “or did you miss that whole conversation with Gil just now?”

Ignore the bait and the stupid smile. “Why?”

“Because I said I would. So you know what you’re getting out of this.”

“Out of what?”

“Out of this arrangement or whatever,” Jay straightens up. “Come on, today has to be going pretty well for you, right? No one picked on you this morning and no one has messed with you in class, did they?” Carlos shakes his head. “Gil is the first person all day to bother you, right?” He nods this time. “It’s been pretty good, hasn’t it?”

It’s been…different. But a good different, Carlos supposes.

“What do you get out of all of this though?”

Jay grins, but it’s not arrogant and self-assured, Carlos notes. It’s small and twitchy.

“How about you meet me after school tomorrow, by the same locker, and we’ll…work out the details.”

“I can’t,” Carlos answers quickly. “I have to walk Evie home.”

“Blueberry can’t handle herself?”

Carlos crosses his arms. He’s not budging when it comes to his only friend. “There’s safety in numbers.”

Jay pulls back at his answer, studies Carlos for a quiet second as if the response surprised him. “Well then… I’ll meet you at Hell Hall.”

The last place he wants Jay is in his house - the thief had no problem voicing his desires in a school hallway yesterday, who knows what he’ll do when they have actual privacy - but at least Carlos can lock his door and hide if things turn for the worse. 

“I’m not saying yes.” It’s a risky response, denying Jay, but he’s been nice so far and Carlos has to know if this entire allusion shatters with the slightest crack.

“You will.” Jay says softly.

The afternoon and the next day follow in the same pattern. No bullies touch Carlos or demand anything from him, very few kids mock him in gym. He isn’t shoved in a locker after school.

It’s unusual, but Carlos doesn’t mind if it becomes the norm.

“Hey, has anyone been bothering you lately?” He asks Evie as they walk down an alley side-by-side.

“You mean, more than usual?”

“Actually, like, less than usual.”

Evie isn’t a big target for the students of Dragon Hall, which is weird for a new student. The boys don’t usually pick on girls too roughly, but even other females tend to stray away from her. It doesn’t mean Carlos isn’t worried for his friend though.

“Well, walks to and from school have been nicer. No one picks on us in the schoolyard,” Evie answers after considering his question.

“And when you’re in class?”

“Maybe a little less,” Evie guesses. “Not less often, but less severe. Like Mal just told me to move today in class instead of pushing me out of the way.”

Evie brings in a new aspect Carlos hadn’t considered before: herself. He had noticed that no one bothered her when they walked together yesterday and today and he’s grateful for whatever safety he gave her indirectly. But for her to have better treatment even when they were parted… It makes it harder to reject Jay’s offer.

He drops Evie off at her door, waving shyly at the Evil Queen. She scares the hell out of him, but she also seems to appreciate how Carlos looks out for her daughter. Despite his small stature, she allows Evie to go more places when he accompanies her.

On the front step of Hell Hall, Carlos reaches for his science book and makes it through a whole page before a shadow obstructs his light.

“Are you actually reading in your spare time?”

“Uh, yeah?”

“Man, you really need me then. How are people not kicking the nerd out of you on a daily basis?”

“Because they need me to do their homework sometimes.”

Jay laughs and shoves his hands in his pockets. “So have you…thought about my offer anymore?”

“No,” Carlos huffs, “because you haven’t told me what your offer is.”

“Well, you get protection and no one messes with you and I…get my own thing.”

“The fact that you won’t say what you want makes this very creepy.”

Jay scoffs. “Don’t make it into a big deal, I’ve seen you do it a dozen times.”

Whatever Jay is talking about, he’s definitely wrong. Carlos hasn’t done anything with anyone, no grinding, no hook ups in classrooms, not even kissing. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Don’t act dumb, I know that you’re not,” Jay bites and Carlos hardly has time to recognize a possible compliment before- “you do it all the time with Princess Blueberry.”

“Do what?” Um, ew, Evie is Evie, not some sexual partner.

“That thing where you put your arms around each other!”

Carlos stares at him in bewildered silence. “What now?”

“You know,” Jay whispers, looking around in a way that Carlos can accurately call nervous, “where you two stand next to each other and you wrap your arms around her and she wraps her arms around you.”

“You mean…a….hug?”

Jay nods and twirls one of his rings.

“You’re kidding me, right?”

Anger flashes in dark eyes. “De Vil, I swear to Hades, if you ever tell anybody about this…” Jay doesn’t finish his threat, but Carlos can see the way his outline tremors, he can see the clenched teeth.

Jay is…worried.

“Are you being serious right now?” Carlos asks, trying to keep his voice as nonjudgmental as possible. “You really want a hug from me?”

“Yeah. You’re the only person I’ve seen give one.”

“And, that’s all? No…nothing else?”

Jay looks at him. “Like what?”

“Nevermind,” Carlos shakes his head and fights down a blush at the memory of what he assumed Jay would ask for. “You just want a hug and…you’ll keep people from messing with me?”

“Well, more than just one. Maybe like…once a week or something.” Jay looks everywhere but Carlos. “I mean, if I even like it. Who knows, maybe it’ll suck.” He kicks the steps of Hell House.

“Okay then.” Carlos places his book back in his bag. He stands up, takes a step closer to Jay with his arms outstretched.

“Not here!” Jay pushes him away. “People can see here.”

Carlos rolls his eyes. It’s difficult to fear Jay after hearing his offer. “Well then, come in the backyard,” because he still doesn’t trust Jay in his house. He leads the way around the side, creaking open the rusted gate, and turns around.

“Back here more,” Jay steps further into the overgrown weeds.

Carlos is struck with envy at how confident Jay is to take lead on a unfamiliar territory and wishes he could be that brave. Still, he follows into the shade and only mumbles “nothing” when Jay asks what’s in his tree house.

“Okay, back here is good,” Jay wipes his hands on his pants and takes another look around. They’re by the fence, partially hidden by old sheets of metal and wimpy trees. The only place they’d be seen from is a rooftop or a high window, but Jay deems it safe enough. “What, uh, what now?”

“You honestly just want a hug? This isn’t some stupid trick?”

“Yes!” Jay bounces on his feet. “Don’t tell anyone about it and I’ll tell people to quit messing with you.”

“Well…” Carlos takes a slow step closer, watching Jay, who’s watching him. Deep breath, then he places his arms around Jay’s back, much broader than his own, and waits.

“And I…do this?” Jay brings his own arms up to wrap around Carlos. It’s looser than expected and humorously awkward (though Carlos refrains from laughing), but this is a hug.

Carlos De Vil is hugging Jay.

“Yeah, just like that.” His stomach twists at being held by the son of Jafar and Carlos doesn’t know if he’s still scared this is some prank or if it’s just because the only person he’s been this close to is Evie. He tries to distract himself with the height difference between them.

When he and Evie hug (and he still has to know how Jay saw that, the two of them are not open with their affection either) and she wears her heels, they are close enough in height to rest their heads on each other’s shoulders. But the times she is barefoot and Carlos cranes his neck up, Evie can rest her head under his chin.

But he and Jay are right in the middle. Carlos’ can’t reach his shoulder and he’d have to crouch to get under Jay’s chin.

Even in the uncomfortable hug, he feels Jay relax. His tense muscles loosen and he shuffles his arms until the are wrapped, almost comfortably, around Carlos back.

His stomach still hasn’t stopped twisting.

“Umm, Jay?” Carlos speaks softly, as if any noise would reveal this to be some sort of elaborate joke, where his classmates would pop their heads out and point and laugh and Jay would call him an idiot.


“How, uh, long did you want this to last?”


Carlos grins, it seems like Jay is totally out of it. “The hug? How long did you want to hug for?”

“Oh. Uh. How long do you usually hug someone for?”

Well, when he and Evie hug, it’s usually a quick, fleeting thing, too intimate to risk finding comfort in. But then there are days where their hug lasts longer, like when Cruella smacks him a little more than usual or when Evil Queen brushes Evie’s hair hard enough to pull some of it out.

“Uh, I guess until you feel done with it?”

“Oh. Okay.”

Carlos barely moves to pull back, but Jay’s arms tighten around him.

“I didn’t say I felt done.”

Silently, Carlos tries to get comfortable in the hold. He doesn’t let his guard down, but he molds a little closer to Jay, settling for turning his head into Jay’s neck and breathing slowly against him.

Another minute passes before Jay pulls back, holds Carlos at arm’s length, with eyes so dilated, his irises are nonexistent. His face is flushed and the pink has even traveled down his throat.





Attractive, Carlos settles on. The look on Jay’s face is attractive.

Not that he would ever say that out loud.

“So…what did you think?”

Jay nods a little bit, like speaking is a foreign concept.

“We can make a deal then?” Another nod. “You keep other kids away from me? And…Evie maybe?” Jay keeps moving his head and Carlos wonders if he’s actually hearing anything. “And you can have a hugs,” whenever you want, “once a week?”

“Okay,” Jay sighs and Carlos bites his lip at how damn breathy and excited he sounds.

“Alright. We have a deal.”

For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.

Even if Carlos knows that statement, it’s odd to realize he’s the reaction without meaning to be.

A few weeks after their deal had started, Harry Hook, batshit insane and smiling like his loss of sanity was something funny, snatched Carlos into the bathroom after school, fully prepared on giving him a swirly.

Carlos hates swirlies more than anything else that’s been done to him. Forget how difficult it is to breathe, that’s just plain unhygienic.

But Harry didn’t even have his head in the toilet before he was yanked back and soundly punched hard by a scowling Jay.

From his spot on the floor, still too close to a toilet for comfort, Carlos watched as Harry snarled and swiped at Jay with a small blade, cutting open his shirt and chest. He stayed quiet as the two of them snarled at each other before Harry blew a kiss and sauntered off.

It wasn’t until Jay turned his heated glare onto him that Carlos thought Jay might call off their deal, decide Carlos wasn’t worth all of the hassle.

Instead, Jay picked him up by the front of his shirt, placed him on his feet and snapped that he was collecting payment early that week, he would be at Hell Hall after school that day.

So Carlos waved Evie into her home and waited in his backyard with his science book until Jay hopped the fence (because apparently, that made him so much cooler than just pushing it open like a normal person).

He stood up immediately, prepared to apologize to Jay and fight for the deal to remain. Carlos took one look at the torn shirt Jay had yet to change out of, caught a glimpse of an ugly scab, and decided to stay quiet as he opened his arms.

Without the deal, Carlos probably wouldn’t have offered the gesture as quickly as he did, but he still remembers thinking that Jay looked like he needed a hug.

And their hug wasn’t anything grand or different (and how odd was it to think that Carlos had enough hugs from Jay to say that it felt normal), maybe a little bit longer, but when they pulled back, Carlos looked at the cut again.

“I can…fix that for you. If you want. Like sew it.”

“You can?” Jay fixed him with a curious stare. “Why would you do that?”

Carlos rubbed the back of his neck. “You kind of took a knife for me today. I-.”

“It was for the deal,” Jay huffed and glared at the ground.

That stung a little more than Carlos wanted to admit. It shouldn’t have stung at all. “Fine then. I’ll do it…just because I-I feel bad. I guess. I didn’t want you to get hurt.”

“Got a soft spot for me, De Vil?”

“No!” He snapped. “I just need more sewing practice.” Carlos huffed and glared at the ground.

“Oh. Whatever.”

Carlos didn’t respond and Jay didn’t continue. They stayed like that for a long time, both huffing and glaring at the ground.

“Well?” Carlos prompted and he didn’t drop his stare when their eyes met.

“Fine. Have it done by tomorrow.” With that, Jay shrugged off his vest, dropped it to the ground, and tugged his shirt over his head. He handed it to Carlos, who only kept his jaw from falling open by biting his lip, and rubbed at the wound on his chest.

“It doesn’t…look…look that deep,” words were failing him and he crossed his fingers under the shirt in the hopes that Jay didn’t notice.

All too soon but not nearly fast enough, Jay was putting his vest back on, zipping it up only part way.

Carlos didn’t know if he wanted to move the zipper further up or just back down.

Jay studied him again, mumbled something that might have been “thanks, see you later” or, more likely, just “later” before he took off over the fence the same way he came.

That had been last week and Carlos still can’t stop thinking about it.

Action: Jay was physically wounded helping him.

Reaction: Carlos offered to fix his shirt.

Action: Jay removed said shirt.

Reaction: Speaking and thinking and breathing became troublesome.

Action: Jay wears the shirt today.

Reaction: See above reaction.

He’s inexperienced, not clueless. Carlos understands that he has formed…some kind of attraction to Jay. He’s one of the only students Carlos has regular interactions with besides Evie and they have an arrangement to hold each other closely every week. He would have to be blind not to notice that Jay is a physically appealing male, but he would have to be brainless to allow himself to develop a crush.

Still, Carlos is tired of being the reaction. He wants to be the action for once.

He’s sitting against his fence, book open in his lap just like every Tuesday, a day Jay had picked since it was a boring enough day for everyone to either stay inside or go seek trouble in trashing the market. Jay is as light as a cat on his feet, but Carlos has learnt to sense him.

“Hi,” he says, just because it’s too strange not to greet Jay when he’s coming for a hug.

“S’up?” Jay yawns.

And in the past few weeks, Carlos has picked up on more of Jay’s behavior. The way he acts entirely disinterested in this whole deal but his eyes widen and his lips twitch up in what Carlos assumes is excitement.

Carlos stands, waits for Jay to approach him. There’s never really any conversation between them. Carlos doesn’t know what to say and Jay is only here for his payment.

Jay steps further into the shade of the tree, wraps his arms around Carlos’ waist (he’s much better at hugging after the weeks of practice) while his shoulders are enveloped by Carlos’ arms.

One deep breath (just to calm himself, not to push his chest against Jay’s), Carlos sneaks his hand lower, feels the notches of Jay’s spine, and gently rubs circles into his back.

The reaction is almost immediate, which pleases Carlos a little too much. It takes Jay a second to realize the new sensation and gasp. He releases a breathy sigh that Carlos can feel against his neck. Jay pulls him closer, holds him tighter and, oh, well, maybe Carlos is having a bit of a reaction too, but he’s just not going to focus on that.

The younger boy continues his movements, pressing a little harder, feeling the tremors under his palm.

A full minute into it and Jay hasn’t stopped his heavy breathing and, if Carlos is hearing right, little moans. His exhales are hot against Carlos’ skin and Jay’s hold on him is no less suffocating.

Another experiment, Carlos stops rubbing Jay’s back, lets his arm go back around his neck.

Jay grunts and nudges him with his head. “Why’d you stop?”

“You’re getting a little too tight. Kind of constricting my lungs.”

Again, Jay responds almost immediately. His hold loosens and he shuffles back so there is the slightest difference between them.

“Thanks,” Carlos sighs. Not that Jay’s grip actually affected his breathing, but he had wanted to see the reaction.

“Come on,” Jay whines into his shoulder. “Do it again.”

And he sounds so childish and needy that Carlos has to cover up his laughter with a cough. He lowers his hand again, finds the middle of Jay’s back, and rubs soothing circles against his spine.

Jay shivers against him and Carlos just grins.

Apparently, he and Jay are having sex. At least, according to Harriet Hook.

“You’re the thief’s chew toy,” she complains in Weird Science, “but I can get you something off the pirate ship if you do the lab. Maybe a sword or a hat?” She reaches up to twirl one of his curls like she always does when she wants something from him, but draws her hand back sharply.

Carlos tilts his head. “I’m what now?”

“You know,” she sighs, leaning her head on her hand and nodding at Jay toward the front, “you’re going down town after school?” Harriet laughs at his confusion. “Doing the dirty? Bumping bellies? Getting shown the fifty states? Seriously?” The pirate groans. “Fucking. The whole school knows you’re fucking.”

"I…don’t think the whole school knows,” Carlos mumbles because he certainly had not gotten the memo.

“Oh no. The whole school knows,” Harriet twirls a blonde lock between her fingers like she’s as bored as can be while explaining Carlos’ sex life to him. “So, finish this lab and I’ll bring you a sword next week, deal?”

The revelation that Carlos is hooking up with one of the baddest guys in school has to wait a few days to be discussed with said bad guy because he and Jay aren’t friends who see each other every day or talk just for the hell of it.

No, that’s Evie.

“Have you heard any rumors about me?” Carlos asks carefully the next day, Saturday. He and the blue-haired princess sit across from each other on her living room floor, working over their Selfies portfolios.

“Hmm?” Evie murmurs, intently deciding between two photos to paste in her binder. “Rumors?”

“Yeah. Pick the one where you’re laying down with your hair fanned out, it looks natural and cool. But rumors. About me?”

Evie looks up at him after gluing the back of the picture he suggested. “No, I don’t think so. Why?”

“Nevermind,” Carlos mindlessly shuffles his own papers. Thankfully, the only person in the school less social than him is Evie, but not from lack of trying on her part. She is an open and talkative, pretty girl whose companionship is rejected by nearly everyone in school. Mal’s anger and bitterness toward her kept most students from speaking to the princess for fear of being banished themselves.

Sunday passes, Monday drags on and Tuesday classes are longer than usual. Finally, Carlos hounds on Jay the minute the dark haired boy hops the fence of Hell Hall.

“Did you know that people think we’re having sex?”

Jay startles at his harsh tone. Months ago, Carlos wouldn’t have even looked him in the eyes when speaking, now the younger boy is demanding answers from him and fuming. Well, Jay admits, he probably lost some of his intimidation when he offered safety in exchange for hugs. “Uh, yeah, I heard?” He questions. “And let me tell you, it’s been a huge damper on my hook ups,” Jay pouts. “I guess girls have a thing about wanting to be the only one you’re after and guys feel, like, threatened or something.”

“And you’re okay with this?”

“You’re not?”

Carlos scoffs. “Did you tell people that we’re…having sex?”

“Nope,” Jay pops the ‘p’. “But I tell people to lay off you and they come to their own reasons.”

“Did you tell anyone that were not.”


“Why not?”

“Because it’s a good excuse as to why I’m looking out for you,” Jay’s jaw flexes. “I deny it and people are gonna start asking questions as to why I’m doing anything with you. And if they find out the truth,” his voice drops to a whisper, “this whole deal is off.”

Admittedly, that’s an intelligent answer. One Carlos hadn’t expected from Jay. “You don’t care that people think we’re…”

“Fucking, just say it. No, I don’t.” Jay looks him up and down, assessing and evaluating. “You’re kind of cute. For a twitchy nerd, I could do worse.”

Okay, so Evie’s not entirely protected under this arrangement with Jay.

“I never said she was a part of it.”

“Yes you did,” Carlos argues. “That first day after we first hugged,” he ignores Jay’s shhh. “You said you’d keep kids away from Evie too.”

“I don’t remember that.”

Carlos huffs. “She has a black eye, Jay. That’s not okay.”

Jay laughs, as if there’s something funny about Evie’s bruised face. “Blueberry will be fine.”

“It’s not fine! One against three isn’t a fair fight.”

“Newsflash, nothing here is fair.”

Carlos scowls at Jay and Jay grins at Carlos and the stupid smirk on his stupid face is so damn annoying. “Well, can you get people to stop picking on Evie too?”

“And why would I do that?” Jay leans against the fence, twirling his finger around a coiled vine and ripping off the leaves.

“As a favor to me?”

“I don’t do favors.” He pushes himself off the creaking metal and steps closer to Carlos, watching him like that first day in the school hallway. “Unless you wanna change the deals of our arrangement?”

He is so in over his head. “Change them to what?”

“I’ll tell people to back off the princess and you give a little something extra.”


“Like what?” Not that he’s scared or even nervous. Jay asked for hugs the first time around, it’s not like he would demand actual sex in return now.

“Well people already think we’re fooling around so…” Oh no. Maybe Carlos spoke too soon. Jay steps closer, runs a hand down his arm, “and I’ve seen you do this with Blueberry too.” His hand stops at Carlos’. “So, like we can…hold hands or something sometimes.” Jay awkwardly places their palms together and wraps his fingers around the smaller hand.

Carlos immediately smacks his free palm to his face, purely to stifle his laughter.

Was he ever really afraid of Jay?

“You, uh,” he coughs to get rid of the last of his amusement, “watch out for Evie too and I hold your hand?”

Jay nods, a little smile playing at his mouth, and he squeezes Carlos’ hand. “Yeah. I don’t wanna really do it in front of other people. But this wouldn’t be that big of a deal if anyone see. They already think we’re fucking”

“Okay,” Carlos fights down another laughing fit. “We can hold hands too.”

If Evie notices anything different, she doesn’t say. She had gone from desperately trying to make friends at school to accepting her exclusion.

She does, however, demand to know every little detail when she spots Jay holding his hand after school one day.

And Carlos spills. Everything. Gastons pushing him in a locker, Jay’s offer, the hugs every Tuesday, the protection. Because it’s Evie and when Carlos first extended any kindness toward her, she looked as if she would fall at his feet and he’s loved her ever since.

The only thing he omits is that part of it is for her. Evie would feel terrible that Carlos is paying for her safety and she would probably yell at him for thinking she can’t take care of herself. (And he wouldn’t even be able to mention how much she cried at her bruised eye because then she would get more upset and Carlos is honestly kind of scared of upset Evie.)

She still scowls at him. “So you’re a prostitute.”

His first reaction is to deny it, but he kind of fits the definition. “Yeah…in a very loose, out side the lines kind of way. And just for Jay.”

Evie sighs and pouts. Distantly, in her mind, she can almost hear her mother fretting about early wrinkles. “Just…don’t let this end badly. Please?”

Carlos nods. What’s the worst that can happen?

Cuddling is the worst that can happen. It’s what Jay asks for next and Carlos can’t exactly say no when Jay is sporting a busted lip from the Gastons idiots who still see Carlos as a locker decoration.

But he doesn’t say ‘cuddling’. No, he describes it to Carlos as “something I saw in a porn magazine from Auradon” and doesn’t understand why Carlos’ jaw had dropped and he immediately started shaking his head.

“Hey, relax for a second. Maybe you haven’t done it with Evie yet,” and when exactly did he start using her actual name? “At least, I don’t think you have.” Not that Jay has seen anything quite like that from Carlos, but it’s also not something any idiot would risk outside. “Here, let me show you,” Jay digs around in his pocket, pulls out the folded ripped page that he has been waiting to show Carlos longer than he wants to admit.

The picture is crinkled and dirty, but the image is still clear enough to make out two women laying together. The dark haired woman (who looks a lot like Jasmine, Jay thinks, and he doesn’t know if it’s hot or weird because she’s a babe but was also almost his mother) has her arms around a brunette, who is facing away from her. They are just finished from sex, which is shown on the pages Jay has hidden in his father’s shop (he hadn’t been kidding when he said the school thinking he and Carlos were fucking put a damper on his sex life), but that’s not the point.

They are so close together that the dark-haired woman’s bare chest is pressed against the brunette’s back, their legs are intertwined. Not that Jay doesn’t completely enjoy every hug and hand holding session and the times Carlos rubs his back, but this, this crazy level of intimacy, is what he would do anything for.

Not that he’s telling Carlos that. The first rule of selling that Jafar ever taught him was ‘the more desperate a customer is, the more you charge.’

“I…don’t understand.” Carlos’ face is bright red and his eyes won’t leave the image. Pfft, these inexperienced kids are so easy to rile up. “They’re, uh, they’re…”

Jay folds the picture away. He can’t get Carlos to agree if the kid is thinking with his dick. “They’re holding each other. Not like hugging, but like, more.”

And even with his busted lip and aching chest (both the Gastons got solid punches to his rib cage), Jay wonders if more is too much. Outside of Carlos and Evie, he never witnessed an actual hug before. Maybe something on posters or in books, but not between real people who…

Who just genuinely wanted to be around each other. Who cared for each other.

Jay doesn’t need anyone to care for him, but he can admit the idea is nice. If he were anywhere but the Isle surrounded by villains, it may have even been something he wanted in his life.

“The post-coitus cuddle?” Carlos asks with a raspy voice.

“Don’t ever use the word coitus again. But yeah. The cuddle.”

Carlos scowls and shakes his head. “You want to cuddle?”

Jay nods, tries not to show his excitement. He had yet to hear Carlos’ price, he wouldn’t give ammunition to spike the cost up.

“Uh, okay. When?”

Maybe he had forgotten to say what he wants in return, but Jay isn’t questioning it right now. “Now. Unless you have a date with your math book.”

“Well I did,” Carlos pouts, puts a finger to his mouth like he’s thinking. “But I think I can move that back an hour if I re-schedule kissing my Weird Science notes to tomorrow.”

The past few months have taught Jay a lot about Carlos De Vil and one was that he wasn’t some boring nerd lacking personality. He had jokes that actually made Jay laugh.

Carlos always smiled whenever he made Jay laugh, but he didn’t want to think about that part too much.

“Shall we?” Jay gestures toward Hell Hall, but catches the twitch Carlos gave. “What, was the locker actually nicer than your house?”

“No,” he shakes his head, “but my mother will be back soon. So…”

“She doesn’t knock before coming in your room?”

Carlos gives a wild look. “We’re not going in my room! We’re gonna do it on the couch or on the floor. Wherever. Not my room though,” he turns his gaze to the ground.

“So I’ll bounce as soon as I hear her come in?”

Hesitation, then a head shake. “No. We can… We can do it in my tree house.”

Jay scoffs. “When was the last time you used that thing? It’ll come down as soon as one of us is up there.”

“No it won’t!” Carlos bites back. “I’m up there everyday, it’s stable. I make sure it is.”

“You still use your tree house? I thought it was something from your childhood that you just never took down.”

Carlos shakes his head again. “I still use it. I have all of my stuff up there. My mom never even comes in the back yard.”

Aren’t you a little old to have a tree house?’ almost leaves his mouth, but Jay decides against it. Even if Carlos still hasn’t named a price and Jay has to be nice, he also has to remember Carlos is younger than the rest of the kids in their grade. He’s not a child, but he’s only 14. He has fewer friends and less of a social life, Jay can’t really blame him for holding onto something important.

Carlos climbs the wooden boards up to his tree house, Jay waiting at the bottom to ensure it’s truly stable and not coming down. When he finally pulls himself up, he’s surprised to say the least.

There’s a shelf of books against one wall, some vials and beakers on a little table in the corner. Bits of mechanical wiring on the floor that Carlos gently moves to the side. A blanket, thick and blue, is folded up in the back with even a pillow on top.

Grabbing the bedding and laying it out, Carlos looks at Jay expectantly. “Well?”

“Well what?”

“You’re the one who wants this. Are we just doing the same thing as the girls in the picture, or a different position?”

Oh. He hadn’t thought about that. Hell, Jay didn’t even know there were different positions.

He’s pretty excited to discover them all.

“Yeah, the picture is fine.”

Carlos sits down on the blanket and Jay joins him. They lay down, side by side, with their arms barely touching. “So did you want me to face away from you, or the other way around?”

Jay considers it. “I’ll be the dark-haired chick, you be the brunette.”

“Uh…” Carlos is looking directly at the ceiling and his cheeks are getting red again. “I don’t remember their hair colors.”

What he means is I was so fascinated by naked ladies that I was totally just focused on their bodies, but Jay knows how to translate the flush face and embarrassment.

“Turn that way,” Jay orders and Carlos obeys. Jay shifts closer, slowly wraps his arm around Carlos’ torso and moves so his nose touches Carlos’ curls. He adjusts their legs to be connected, but not intertwined.

Then he just…relaxes. Inhales the smell of Carlos’ shampoo that he has become use to through their hugs. Feels the movement of Carlos’ back with every breath. Soaks in the warmth of Carlos’ body against his.

And maybe it’s odd for a picture from a porn magazine to be reenacted without the sex. But it feels good, it feels right. To be wrapped around another human being, to feel fingers trail up his arm. Carlos’ free hand finds Jay’s over his stomach and he locks their hands together and Jay sighs.

They don’t speak and Jay doesn’t know what he would say if they did.

But Carlos fits against him in all the right ways, hips slotted against hips, chest to back, arm curled possessively around the smaller boy.

Jay is relaxed and warm and happy. Like Happier-Than-The-Time-I-Stole-An-Expensive-Watch-And-My-Dad-Said-He-Was-Proud happy.

And, without meaning to, Jay falls asleep.

That’s how they spend the following months. The school thinks they’re fucking, but Evie knows the truth and Mal does too.

Their scheduled hugs become random, ‘just because I wanted to’ hugs. They’re still secret and hidden, but sometimes Carlos pulls him into a bathroom and wraps his arms around Jay’s chest or Jay walks home with Carlos and Evie and she makes kissy faces at them when they hug in the space between her castle and Hell Hall. Jay usually escorts both of them after school nowadays.

Stuck up, spoilt, arrogant Princess Blueberry is dead and in her place is the real Evie, witty and kind, who even offers her own hugs sometimes.

Mal thinks he’s an idiot, but appreciates that he looks out for Evie now too. Jay never told Carlos (because he would definitely tell Evie), but the blue-haired girl had her own protection way before Jay came along. Maybe it wasn’t as efficient as his strength, but Mal clearly laid claim to her the day Evie started school. And when Freddie Facilier was missing a tooth the day after she socked Evie, Jay just smirked at Mal.

The daughter of Maleficent hasn’t actually admitted anything yet, of course.

“You’re not fooling anyone with the whole ‘she’s mine because I want to be the one to behead her’ act anymore.” Jay sings before school one day. “Evie’s starting to grow on you.”

“Just like Carlos is growing on you?” She bites back.

“You didn’t deny it.”

“Neither did you.”

“Can I watch when you guys finally hook up?” Jay smirks and clasps his hands together as if he’s begging. “It’ll be so hot.”

Mal smirks too. “Only if I can watch you and Carlos.”

Jay rolls his eyes. “We’re not like that.”

“But you want to be.”

“No. I don’t. Carlos is… He’s Carlos.”

“He’s the reason you haven’t gotten any ass in the past six months. Yet, you’re still not giving him up.”

“Our deal is-.”

“-Hugging and snuggling and doing relationship things without actually dating. ‘Oh Carlos’,” she flutters her eyes and takes on a breathy voice, “‘your eyes are so pretty. Oh Carlos, wanna have a sleepover? Can I carry your boo-’.”

“Oh shut up,” Jay pushes her shoulder. “We don’t fuck. And I don’t want to.”

“No,” Mal studies him intently, “but you want more than just a deal from him.”

“Relationships are stupid,” Jay snaps. “They’re dangerous and vulnerable.”

Mal looks out over the school yard. Her body language says she’s done with the conversation. “You don’t want to risk him. Or yourself.” And she mumbles it slowly, like she understands.

When Jay looks across the yard and sees Evie, the object of Mal’s distraction, he knows she understands. Mal understands more than she wants to say.

For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.

Action: They come to Auradon and are exposed to a better life.

Reaction: Carlos and his friends choose good.

Action: They are free from their parents.

Reaction: They begin to make their own decisions and become their own people.

Action: Carlos is surrounded by kind, safe people in a kind, safe environment.

Reaction: His deal with Jay is no longer necessary.

Carlos knows it and Jay knows it but the hugs are still part of their daily lives. Jay still likes to hold his hand between classes and Carlos lets him. They have two separate beds, but more often than not, Carlos ends up in Jay’s bed, pressed against him.

And when Lonnie passes them in the halls and the boys are in the middle of a hug (because they don’t have to hide it in Auradon. It’s not a weakness here), she awws and tells them that they make such a cute couple.

Carlos doesn’t react but he feels Jay tense in his arms. He lifts his head from a broad shoulder to meet Jay’s eyes, curious and studious.

“Thanks,” Carlos responds and pulls away from Jay to look at Lonnie. “So do you and Jane.”

She laughs, thanks him and skips off to her class.

He is pulled back into a hug and wraps his arms around Jay again on instinct. And when he feels a small kiss in his hair, Carlos smiles.

Carlos De Vil is hugging Jay.

Not because of an arrangement.

Not for Evie.

Not in exchange for his own protection.

Carlos is hugging Jay because he wants to.

Whew. I have 20+ prompts in my inbox, but sometimes I’m selfish and have to write the things I want. This was originally suppose to end with the first hug, but then it kept growing and then Malvie got thrown in and then everyone gets a happy ending.


The College Years - Freshman Year (Chapter 7) - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “The Third Patrol”

Characters: Stiles Stilinski & Reader/OFC

Warnings: Fluff, cursing.

Author’s Note: Ignore the issues with the timeline and just go with it.

Summary: Stiles and Y/N go on your third patrol where you two discuss her being a witch and you both finally run into some vampires.

Chapter Six - Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight

Originally posted by bloggergirl29

“So how do you become a witch? Are you born one or does something happen to make you one?” Stiles asked as you both sat in his infamous battered up, blue Jeep, watching the front door of the building that one of the alleged vampires had walked into the hour before, while the last group was on patrol.

“I was born one, but sometimes you can be made one later in life. It’s all kind of a long story..” You explained.

“I mean, we’ve got three more hours of this until the sun comes up…” Stiles prodded.

You laughed quietly. “Right.. Well, the gift is inherited… I guess would be the best way to describe it. I got it from my Grandfather on my Dad’s side.. and there are rules about how you receive it.”

“What are those?” Stiles inquired.

“My grandpa Jack, he died during open heart surgery, on the operating table on May 12th, 1979, at 7:31PM. I was born May 12th, 1992, at 7:31PM…”

Keep reading

Let every witch tell it “all magic comes with a price”

Nothing is free in life. Everything has it’s shadow side.

Associating with certain people will cost you whether that be your sanity or your sense of self, reaching after certain goals will cost you whether that be moving to another country and losing out on old friendships

Think money is the only currency? You have your energy, your emotions, your gifts, your time, your mental health, your physical labour, your talents, your patience, your personality, your appearance, your charisma, your physical health…

“Feelings” Rick Grimes x Reader

Words: 2,285

Rick Grimes x Reader

Summary: You grew up with Rick as a child, and are in his group now during the apocalypse. Once you settle in Alexandria, feelings for him arise.

Warnings: Fluff, smut, drunkenness, unprotected sex 

Originally posted by twdgirlx


Going from fending for yourselves, struggling for survival, to living in Alexandria was a hard change for you. Sure, it was nice- you were experiencing things you thought you would never have again. Running water, electricity, video games for god’s sake. But to you, it didn’t seem real. This little world everyone was living in seemed fake, like it shouldn’t exist while the world was the way it was. But after a few months, you started to adjust and feel comfortable.

One things that came with comfortability and stability was feelings arising back up that you didn’t know you could feel again. Love. Specifically, love for one certain person.

Rick. The seemingly off-limits leader who had saved your ass more times than you can count.

You had grown up with Rick. Your parents were best friends, causing you two to be together more often than the two of you sometimes wanted. In elementary school, your moms had discovered that you two would be in the same class for second grade. They were so thrilled, but you were unfortunately not. You still thought that boys had cooties at that point. Rick would try to talk to you in class, but you ignored him the whole time, making your mom yell at you for “making him cry.”

In junior high, you two went to different schools, but still saw each other frequently. You didn’t consider yourselves friends, but you were friendly enough. If you’d be over at the Grimes’ house or vice versa, you’d hang out together.

High school was when your friendship really started to bloom. You two had several classes together as your little town only had one high school, and you didn’t have many friends. You were eating by yourself one day at lunch when he took a seat next to you, making all of his friends (including Shane) and girlfriend complain that he wasn’t with them.

“Forget them.” He had smiled at you. Ever since that moment freshman year, you two were the best of friends. You hung out almost every day, and at one point you liked him but never said anything in fear of destroying your friendship.

Once you two were in college, the friendship faded. You had wanted to get out Georgia, explore a different state for college, but he wanted to stay there. You tried at first to keep in touch but by the time had graduated university, you two hadn’t talked in almost a year. When you came home, he was married to Lori already and you didn’t really make an effort to see each other. You weren’t jealous- Lori seemed like a good woman, and you had lost all feelings for him at that point.

Rick and you didn’t see each other again until he showed up at the camp outside Atlanta that day years ago. You had been in their group, and when he saw you, he didn’t say anything. He treated you like he didn’t know you. It hurt, but you didn’t let it affect you for too long. He had a wife and kid to think about, plus being the leader of our group. That was a lot of responsibility.

At the Alexandria welcoming party, you looked good. You know you did, and you enjoyed that. You had spent so long looking dirty and gross. Being in a new dress (new to you, at least), with your makeup and hair done, you felt like your old self. You felt beautiful.

When Rick saw you that night, he couldn’t stop smiling at you.

“Something funny?” You had walked over to him, sipping on your champagne.

“Nah,” He shook his head. “Just feels like the old days, that’s all.”

Now that your group was settled and things had cooled off, you started to spend more time with Rick. He would take you on runs with him, have you over to help with Judith, or just to eat dinner with them. You guys didn’t talk about your past much, but you knew that wasn’t personal. Nobody liked to reminisce about what they had. It makes this life too depressing.

But spending all that time with Rick was getting to you. When you would see him, butterflies would arise in your stomach. He was a beautiful man alright, but a part of you felt like you were stupid for thinking of him that way. Not only was he the leader, the most powerful man of your group- which put this unattainable stigma around him- but he was also your friend. If he had any type of feelings towards you, you thought that by now he would have let you know. But he never put out any type of clue, so you kept your recently rediscovered feelings for him to yourself.

“Can I come over after dinner? I gotta talk to you about the run I’m sending you and Daryl on tomorrow.” Rick had approached you as you were keeping patrol of the walls.


“You should put some sunscreen on. It’s hot out here.” He frowned, looking at you in your eyes.

“I think I’ll be ok.” You laughed.

“You’ll get burnt and then complain.”

“Rick, I’ve learned to keep my complaints to myself. I’m not sixteen anymore. Besides, the sun will be down before too long. Thank you for the suggestion, though.”

He looked like he wanted to say more, but shut his mouth and walked away. You couldn’t help but watch him as he walked away. He’s wearing that one white shirt that you love on him so much, and dark jeans. He still looks just as good as he used to, maybe better; He seemed to only get more attractive the older he got.

“You’re starin’ at Rick like he’s a piece of cake.” Maggie appeared out, using her hand to wipe sweat off her forehead.

“I was not.” You scoffed.

“Whatever you say.” Maggie always seemed to know everything. This comes at the price of being what you would consider her best friend, so you don’t mind. You haven’t told her about your feelings for Rick, but you know she knows. “I’m just here to relieve you of your patrol duties. Nightshift and all.”

“Awesome, thank ‘ya. Wear some sunscreen.” You teased. She looked at you confused, not getting the joke. You laughed and walked away, heading to your house.

You hop in the shower, washing off all the sweat that was sticking to your skin. As cliché as this sounds, showering was one of the things you missed most. The warm water running down your back as you clean yourself off- it’s relaxing to you.

You turn off the shower and put on more comfortable clothing, which consisted of pajama shorts and a tank top. It was too hot to wear much else.

Just as you were about to start brushing out your hair, you hear a knock on your door. You shuffle out of the bathroom and see Rick standing outside, hand on his hip. This his usual stance but it makes you laugh every time you see it.

“Hey stranger.” You open the door. “I thought you were coming after dinner?”

“I had free time now.” He explained. You opened the door wider to let him in. Unbeknownst to you, when he saw you in that tight tank top and short, with your wet hair cascading down your shoulders, his eyes about popped out his head.

“I was about to start cooking, actually, if you want to just eat here.” You offer, him following you into the kitchen.


“Pasta ok?” You asked, reaching to grab the spaghetti from the cabinet.

“Sounds fine. So, tomorrow, Daryl was going to go check out this mall. I was gonna go with him but I’ve got stuff to do. Asked if you wanted to go, I said you would probably want to.”

“A mall?” You got excited. “An actual mall?”

“Yeah, Y/N, a mall.” He smiled- what a beautiful sight. “It’s pretty overrun, but you two can handle it.”

“I haven’t been to a mall since college. I wonder if any of the clothing stores still have things in them.” Rick hasn’t seen you this excited in a long time, and it makes him happy to see you this way.


“Damn, this is good food.” Rick groaned as he ate another bite of the spaghetti.

“Glad you like it.” You smile. You two were sitting on the couch and watching a film you’d never heard of, but you weren’t really paying attention. You don’t know if it was from the amount of alcohol that you two were consuming with dinner, or just his looks, but you couldn’t stop staring.

“It tastes just like the food your mom used to make, you know.”

“She was a good cook.” You take a drink of the whiskey. You weren’t drunk, but man you were feeling starting to feel the effects of it.

“’Ya know, I’ve always wanted to ask you this. Why did you leave for college?” He stares at you.

“I was tired of our town, tired of seeing the same people every day.” You shrug. His face psychically drops.

“I didn’t mean you, I could never get tired of seeing you.” You explain quickly.

“I just…” He starts to say, but stops. You look at him funny, waiting for him to finish, but he gets up and puts his plate into the sink. He sits back down and pretends to be suddenly interested in the movie.



“What’s going on?”

“I don’t know.” He sighs. “There’s just a lot of unresolved feelings at the moment.”

“What do you mean?” Your heart begins to race.

“Did you know that I was in love with you in high school? Shit, Y/N, even before that. You are so beautiful. And then you just left. Do you know how much that hurt me?” His words slurred slightly, indicating that maybe he had more to drink than you thought. Still, your heart starts beating even faster, face flushing.

“No, I didn’t know.”

“Yeah, well I did. Then you just stopped talking to me, too. You cut me off like I was nobody. When I saw you, when you moved back to town after college, it psychically hurt me to see you. Did you know that, either?”

Your heart starts to break. You didn’t know any of this.

“Rick, I loved you too. I’m sorry I left for college, but I had to get out of there for my own good. I’m sorry we lost contact but that was a two way street, Rick, don’t act like it wasn’t. You didn’t try and call either.” You were getting angry. “You know what? You hurt me, too. I cried like a baby when I thought you had died, when Shane had told me that you didn’t make it out of the hospital. And then suddenly you were back again, and you acted like I didn’t exist. You barely acknowledged me. So don’t sit here and act like I’m the one who did everything wrong!”

Suddenly, Rick’s lips were pressed against yours. It took you a minute to kiss back, but once you did, it was amazing. His lips meshed perfectly with yours, and his tongue explored your mouth. He tasted like whiskey.

He brought his arms to your thighs, lifting you up onto his lap, not breaking the kiss. You put your hands under his shirt, lifting it up off his body. He lifts you off of him to take off your shorts and your tank top.

“That outfit was driving me crazy. Your ass looks so good in those shorts.” He had a prominent bulge in his jeans. You reach over to unzip his jeans, sliding them and his boxers down onto the floor and taking him into your mouth. You got to admit, he was a pretty good size.

He let out a moan as you continued to work on him, throwing his head back in pleasure. He suddenly stops you and pulls you back onto him, sliding his fingers to your lower region and rubbing your clit as he kissed you. You moan into the kiss as he enters two fingers inside of you, pumping at an excruciatingly slow speed.

“Rick, please,” you beg. He smirks but doesn’t go any faster, making you squirm. You start to ride his fingers, forcing it to go faster, and he moans as your boobs bounce up and down.

“Okay, baby, okay.” He takes his fingers out. He lines his dick up with your entrance, and you lower yourself on to him, finally getting the thing you wanted. You go faster, both of you quickly approaching orgasm.

“Rick, oh my god, rick!” You yell out as you cum, which brings him to his brink. He pulls out of you quickly and moans as he cums onto your stomach. You roll over next to him on the couch, panting.

“Wow.” Is all you can manage to make out.

“That was long overdue.” He says, grabbing your face and kissing you. You stop once you notice that your window was open, and people were walking outside.

“God, Rick, they probably heard us.” You say embarrassed, blushing.

“Let them hear us. You’re mine.”

“I’m yours, huh?”

“If you want to be.” He says simply.

“How could I refuse an offer like that?” You smile, pulling him into another kiss.

“So…. Round two?”

A/N: This may or may not have a part two. Let me know if you would want one!


The Wife Of A Future Mafia Leader Pt 2

Originally posted by bielfypi

Title: The Wife Of A Future Mafia Leader.

Genre: Angst.

Member: Jongup.

Word Count: 1203.

Description: Who ever said you were one to back down from a challenge?

You couldn’t believe, Moon Jongup had dragged you to one of his meetups with another dangerous mafia leader. You sat in Jongup’s lap, the fearful expression you held had long ago disappeared once you grew disgusted with the way the men around you were acting out towards you. Your face remained expressionless as you sat in Jongup’s lap. His right arm wrapped around you until his hand was resting on your hip bone and he pulled you closer to his warm body as the older man across from him looked you up and down.

“Surely there is a meaning behind your actions Jongup, is she payment for something?” You glared at the man as the words left his lips with a quirked brow and Jongup sat forward so your back was pressed against his chest and the grip he had on your waist was suffocatingly tight.

“I brought her along so you can tell your men who they will never be laying a hand on. Y/N will soon be my wife and if I see one of your men in the same room as her I will have one of my men see to it that he doesn’t leave that exact building alive. Besides, I owe you nothing Kang” You looked back at Jongup as Kang’s eyes travelled to the expensive ring wrapped around your finger.

“Very well then, I’ll make sure my men are made aware of that” Kang gave a single nod and a smirk grew on Jongup’s lips.

“Great, now where is that information you had for me?” Jongup asked, reaching around you as two files were placed in his hand. He took the papers out of the envelope and you looked at the words and identification pictures on the pages in front of you.

“You can ask all the questions you want later” Jongup muttered in your ear before shoving the papers away and casting Kang a sinister smile.

“I’ll be taking my leave first now that our business is done here” You were forced to your feet, Jongup turned you away from Kang and his men. You were stunned to see five blank faced men standing by the double doors the two of you had entered, your eyes immediately landed on the guns in their hands. A gulp was forced down your throat as Jongup took your hand in his and forced you to walk.

“Let’s go Y/N” You could have sworn you heard gunshots sounding in the background as he forced you into his car again, immediately telling his driver to leave.

Moon Jongup, you should’ve known better than to have dragged me into your world.


You couldn’t believe it, you were standing at the altar, hardly even listening to the priest speak as Jongup held your hands with his own. Your dress pooled around your feet and the suit Jongup wore was far fancier than anything you had ever seen.

This was a wedding for the rich, not for you.

You couldn’t stop your thoughts from biting at you and you couldn’t shake your fear as you looked Jongup in the eyes, a small smile was given to you and the grip on your hands tightened.

“You may now kiss the bride” Your eyes widened as the magic words left the priest’s mouth and your eyes quivered as Jongup leant forward without hesitation.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment” Everyone in the room heard it, people cooed and awed at his words.

How stupid they were to think this was real love. Half the people in this place are his allies.

You found your eyes closing and Jongup brought it upon himself to hold you as close as your bodies allowed him to and when he finally pulled away you were left gasping for air and your sanity.

“Jongup” You muttered, you didn’t know why you said his name but he ignored it. Instead, he smiled and walked you back down the aisle as everyone stood and clapped for the two of you.


“Jongup, why have you been waiting for this moment?” You finally asked. You broke the silence between the two of you and Jongup turned to look at you. It was hard not to stare at his body, the only thing covering him were his boxers that didn’t really leave much to your imagination.

That familiar smirk met your eyes and you could only push your head further into your pillow as your hands reached out to stop Jongup. But it was still too late his body was trapping you to the bed. Your hands remained on his chest, rising and falling with his breathing as the smirk you had grown to see as evil never left his lips, his eyes bored into yours with a certain darkness.

“Because Y/N, now you really are mine. Your parents put you right into my hands without any struggles, that’s why I’ve been waiting for this day for a long time” You flickered over the wicked expression he held and you grew confused.

“How long ago did you decide you wanted to marry?” You asked and Jongup only let his body lower, skin touching yours creating the feeling of fire touching you

“I’ve known about you for a long time Y/N. You probably don’t remember, but my father paid regular visits to your father when you were a child. You were only five at the time and I was eight years old, from the moment I saw you sitting beside your parents, I knew no matter what I would find a way to make you mine. Your father owes his life to my mafia, so it was the perfect chance for me to take what I wanted, and now I have you”

You were angry, this guy just admitted to being obsessed with you for far too long, and he used your father’s debt as a way to get you. You were furious as Jongup’s nose brushed against yours, his hot breath fanning over your lips.

“And now I got my grand prize” What does he take me as? His wife or a trophy?

You could have gone on a rampage you were so angry.

So how did you find yourself kissing him back?

Your hands that were frozen at your side before trailed across his hot skin, pulling him down until he was pressing his weight on you, Jongup breathed in and out in ecstasy before smashing his lips back on yours with a muffled groan. Your hands feathered over every inch of his skin revealed above the belt, with your nails digging into his inked arms before trailing up to wound your fingers in his hair.

“I should be hating you for playing my father like this, Jongup” Your words left you in heavy breaths as you looked at the man only millimetres from you.

“You can try with all your strength to hate me Y/N, but I’m not gonna make it easy” He growled against your lips, he was almost aggressive in words and you stared at him with determination. You were never one to turn down a good challenge.

“I can give it my best”

“Everything comes with a price Y/N”  

hey it’s a commissions post

hey so there’s a thing that i want really bad (it’s this)

and i want to earn it through my own work instead of dipping into my savings because i want to prove something to myself i guess

anyway! here’s the downlow:

character pencils: $5-10 for head, $10-15 for bust

character inks: $10-15 for head or bust

character ink: $20-30 for full body (depending on the complexity of the character ofc)

character digital: $15-20 for bust, $25-35 for full body
*will add simple bg (see middle pic) for free

wanna add some color?: additional $3 for head, $5 for bust, $10 for full body traditional, $15 for full body digital 

of course not everything will come under the umbrella of ‘character’ commissions, so i am open to price negotiation! 

what i will do:

  • your favorite show character
  • your oc
  • tattoo designs
  • character sketch sheets
  • if it isn’t explicitly on my ‘no’ list feel free to ask

what i will not do:

  • nsfw (i’m just not feelin’ it lmao)
  • kink/fetish related stuff (especially pedo stuff)
  • possibly gore but i’m open to discussing it

my email is at magnumformer@gmail.com but I would rather you messaged me on here first if at all possible! also please be prepared to give me reference material if you’re wanting me to draw your oc or your fursona or whatevs

thank you guys for your time! 


Spoiler Room: Scoop on Once Upon a Time, Supergirl, NCIS: LA and more

I’ll take anything Once Upon a Time. — Asra
Good, because I have a lot of scoop to dole out. First, despite being MIA during the musical, Belle will be in the finale. The question, however, is whether she can forgive Rumple for what’s he’s done. “When you have your kid, sometimes it clouds your judgment; you want to do what’s best for them,” EP Edward Kitsis says. “Belle and Rumple are going to be tested, and everything that they ever wanted is going to be very temptingly close for Rumple. But like everything, it comes with a price.” 

Bonus: Because OUAT is heading into its season finale, here’s more from the bosses on what’s in store: “The last scene of the finale will absolutely show everybody what we’re doing next year,” Kitsis says. Adds EP Adam Horowitz: “I feel like while we hopefully satisfyingly end some of the stories we’ve been telling over the past six years, we hope the questions that we’re asking are compelling and exciting for the fans to spend the summer wondering how it’s going to continue.” 

Another Bonus: Despite everyone being scattered because of the curse, Emma’s family will be determined to help her during the Final Battle. “No one likes to sit out a fight, especially when the life of the person they love most is at stake,” Horowitz says. “That push-pull, those emotions, everyone’s agendas, they’re all going to be really tested in the finale. The Black Fairy is a really great and smart villain, because the best villains know what affect you emotionally and exploit it, and she absolutely does that.”