#noliight

"C’mon, Tris,” Will encouraged, looking to his castmate brightly, “it’ll be fine, I promise. I only ate... let’s see... twelve onions and eighteen cloves of garlic at lunch? That’s okay, yeah?”

The next scene they had to shoot was the romantic climax of the film, which, of course, had to involve a kiss. He laughed at his own joke, but it sounded a little nervous, and beneath his costume, his heart was pounding.

S t a r t e r s (always accepting).

“It’s okay, Quinn.” Penelope said, looking to the other girl with a small, sad smile.

“People always call me a freak. It’s just what I am, you know?”

She reached up a hand, rubbing her jaw and the side of her face, already reddening and bruising.

Ashcroft Chambers & Sherlock Holmes

Send in ♥to give my muse a smooch! (always accepting)

Will slid out the baking sheet from the oven and had just set it down on the counter when he felt familiar arms wind around his waist.

The gesture never failed to earn a smile from him, and he turned around to face Tristan, eyes sparkling. The smile only grew as their lips pressed together gently, Will resting one oven mitt clad hand on Tristan’s shoulder, before gently sliding the other oven mitt off to reach up and cup the other’s face properly.

Once they pulled away, somewhat reluctantly, Will’s smile evolved into a grin, fully aware of his somewhat ridiculous appearance. He was wearing an apron that he had gotten from God-knows-where, there was flour in his hair, and a dollop of batter on his nose.