#billrita

[ethanhuntfemmefatale]

Billrita is both mlm and wlw at once to me…this is because Rita Vrataski is a stereotypical male action hero and bill cage is the world’s first heterosexual twink. Rita tells him he’s a good girl in bed and he calls her sir. What more can you hope for from a relationship dynamic

[airlocksandaviariesarchive]

Billrita or somethin idk

[lannisterdaddyissues]

I want to enable your BillRita screaming so for those ship asks...

How do they sleep?

What's their most and least favorite thing about each other?

How are they with PDA?

What's their favorite thing to tease each other about?

What little things remind them of each other?

I would apologize for how many of these things I sent but we both know I'm not sorry...

OHHHHHHH HEATHER YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH YOU’VE ENABLED ME WITH THIS I’M FROTHING AT THE FUCKING MOUTHHHHHHH GRGSHGRHFJGHASRJGHASJFHSAGRJSFSGAS YOU KNOW I LOVE THEM!!! YOU KNOW I DO!!!!

IM SORRY THIS TOOK 84 YEARS BTW AND THERES A LOT OF TONAL DISSONANCE IN THIS BECAUSE I WAS BEING SILLY AT FIRST BUT THEN I GOT SO FUCKING SERIOUS ABOUT THIS YOU KNOW HOW I AM AHRESGAKJHJSGKHALSJGKHFASG ANYWAY-

im putting this under a cut because it is. so fucking long. im so sorry for my mental illness

3. What's their favorite thing to tease each other about? AHHHHHH i think we all know rita will bully bill over anything and everything because she's just. so mean to him 😭 but i think her favorite thing to make fun of him for is his accent, or really just his being american in general because i think he’d be the most stereotypical american guy lol. he has a silly, dumb american accent and he likes silly, dumb american sports and silly, dumb american food! rita pretends to find his Americanisms™ exasperating but privately she thinks they're funny lmao

as for bill, his favorite thing to tease rita about is how messy she is. i’ve already said it, but rita being a messy bitch and bill being a neat freak is one of my favorite headcanons about them sjdfhskjgffjs… you’d think being in the army would’ve taught rita how to put things away but no, bill finds her bras and stuff lying around all the time and it was awkward at first but he’s gotten used to it now, so he lets her have her little rebellion against army regulations and politely pretends that isn’t her. uh. underwear. wedged between the couch cushions next to him when he sits down to do Important Media Relations Major Stuff™ on his computer 😳

5. How do they sleep? they sleep back to back because it's a show of trust and vulnerability for both of them... blubbubbublbddlwwbwudfbfbldludubldublub;;,.,$$.,$,&.,., goodbye... i'm crying now...

of course, by the time the morning rolls around bill is normally lying half on top of rita and drooling a bit on her shirt, which isn’t super sexy but bill will be bill 🤷‍♀️

7. What's their most and least favorite thing about each other? AHHHHHH oh my god. i have to think long and hard about this and it sounds like a cop-out but i truly don't think bill really has a favorite thing about rita. if you ask him what it is, he will actually spontaneously combust from thinking too hard.

but the short answer is her smile!!! he works so fucking hard to make her smile—cracking jokes, doing nice things for her, earning her praise by proving his competence—and he swears it lights up the entire room whenever he can get her to do it!!! 😭 and if he can get her to laugh? he won’t be able to think about anything else but that sound for DAYS

on the other hand, his least favorite thing about her is…well, probably her optimism. she's not very good at it. in fact, most of the time it just makes him feel worse whenever she tells him he’ll just have to try harder next time! like gee, thanks rita! he was already doing that but he’ll take it into consideration… just like he did the last time… and the time before that… and before that…

when it comes to rita though, she would never, even on pain of death, say anything sappy like her “favorite thing” about bill where someone else can hear her, but i think her favorite thing about him is—surprisingly, since it’s his least favorite thing about her—his optimism.

for her, it’s just been so long since she was able to enjoy things without feeling guilt or some kind of loss, but bill somehow never lost that. which certainly isn’t to say he didn’t acquire his fair share of trauma or grief or loss along the way, but he remains steadily resilient in the face of adversity even in the very last iteration—“we’ve had worse :)”—and that strikes a chord with her, i think. then, slowly, being around someone so stubbornly happy despite carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders starts to not only impress her, but it heals her. with his help, she learns to enjoy things again: the delight of a good meal after years of carrying a bad aftertaste in her mouth, the comfort of a spacious hotel room and a soft bed after sleeping on the ground for god knows how long, the satisfaction of a healthy jog just around the block after spending years running at a sprint with no breaks. the all-consuming joy of someone knowing her the way she never dreamed anyone would ever know her again after before. the relief of not having to think about 'before' anymore because now she has an 'after' to look forward to instead.

ahem. sorry. i got carried away for a second.

that being said, her least favorite thing about bill is easy to pin down and that is his complete and utter lack of dignity LOL... rita can say for absolute certain she has never met a man with as little pride as bill cage, and although he is rather funny and makes for surprisingly good company on a quiet day, he is often ridiculously embarrassing to be around and can be very difficult when he doesn’t want to do something because he’s being a chicken about it🙄

14. What little things remind them of each other? ohhhhhhh 🥺🥺🥺 i apologize because u will get a LOT of sappiness for this but-

on bill's side, he is reminded of rita in everything, but mainly in their experiences together. he sees her in a young woman's loosely braided hair as she passes him on the street. he sees her in his coffee cup when the waitress taking his order asks if he wants sugar or cream. he sees her in the sun at 6:45pm exactly, when he and rita sat together on the fence outside the farmhouse and watched it disappear over the horizon. in his lifetime, he's experienced everything with her, and he probably has as many things to remember her by as there are stars in the cosmos.

of course, he's reminded of her in other ways as well. things she taught him. he thinks of her when he looks to the sun to check the time rather than turning over his wrist, just like she taught him. he thinks of her when he does his stretches at the gym, just like she taught him. he thinks of her when he checks all his exits every time he enters a room and someone closes the door, just like she taught him. everything he knows he learned from her and for her.

it's harder for rita though, because she doesn't have anything to remember him by, so she remembers the little things instead: his preferences and whatnot. she pretends not to care when he tells her where he's from or what his favorite color is, but she thinks of him when his favorite baseball team is shown on television, or when she goes for a walk in the park and it starts to rain even though it's sunny out because sunshowers make him smile the brightest :')

26. How are they with PDA? UGHRGRHREHGHUDRHGJSHRKHASG DONT MAKE ME THINK ABOUT ESTABLISHED BILLRITA AND PDA ILL EXPLODE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

no but bill has ALWAYS been a pda guy that much is so obvious!! i think he was always chasing something real with his old girlfriends, and even if it never felt like much with them, it was better than nothing... and then he fell head over ass into the mimic war and the closest thing to PDA he got was a kick in the gut or the barrel a gun trained on his temple, so surely no one can fault him for craving comfort, reassurance, intimacy—anything to take him away from the reality he was living in for even 5 seconds.

...and this did not answer the question at all which is to say bill is SO fucking annoying (affectionate) about pda 😭 rita please hold his hand please kiss him on the forehead please cuddle him he wants to hold you he wants you to hold him PLEASE!!! he will actually die if you don't and then you'll be sad (he hopes) :'(

meanwhile rita is a fan of pda in the way cats are a fan of anything. she either wants all the fucking pda or none of it. if she's not the one initiating, bill is Not the one getting it 😔

[nade2308]

Happiest of birthdays to you, @malewifebillcage! I am so glad we met, and I hope to share many more fandoms and be unhinged together for many, many years. Love you ❤️

[theblackmuse]

Just watched Edge of Tomorrow and if any movie ever desperately needed a Locklyle AU…

[ethanhuntfemmefatale]

im her everything. her confidant, her best friend,

[ethanhuntfemmefatale]

au where rita is a swordsman and cage is the cursed sword she wields. au where rita lives alone and cage is the guard dog who sleeps next to her bed. au where rita is a singer and cage is. her lungs

[ethanhuntfemmefatale]

Spotify wrapped meme but BillRita and song uhhh 51 👀🦴

HEY so this is late but I rewatched the movie and finally figured out what I wanted to do with this prompt

Song 51 is "Everlong" acoustic version by Foo Fighters. My concept was to try to capture the song's bleak romanticism, with Rita POV on a mid-canon Cage. Incidentally, you can read the ficlet without this knowledge, but I imagine Cage being post-farmhouse, and after the realization about the visions being a lie, taking a couple runs to just train with Rita and pretend they're still in early stages.

Billrita, 558 words:

He doesn't talk much. Grim. In between sessions he sits on the floor against the wall, like a statue in the mech suit, until Rita says they can go again. It's almost peaceful. They've been training on and off well into the night--they have a couple hours before morning, when Rita should probably shoot him.

“Go again, Cage,” she tells him, and Cage starts the process of getting up in the mech. Partway, he stumbles, and his face twitches with frustration as he uses the wall as a brace. Rita watches him for longer than she should, the way his shirt bunches around his hips. She turns away to boot up the robots.

They fight on either side of the stone arena at first—Cage’s grunts and bullet sprays filter from a distance through the clash of sword on steel—but soon they meet in the middle, not touching or looking at each other, but moving around each other, sometimes fighting the same enemy. Cage’s style is clumsy, and his command of the mech is bad, but he’s solid. He tackles the robots with a doggedness that ends in a kill. Rita can predict him easily, and use him as a prop, like a bookend or a paperweight.

When the exercise ends, Cage turns and starts to stomp over to the side again, to slump like a puppet with his strings cut, but Rita says, eyeing his retreating back, “Get out of the mech.” He pauses for a beat too long. Either this is new behavior from her, or he’s laying it on thick to make her believe she can surprise him.

The mech clicks as it withdraws and he steps out of it, leaving it half-open and grasping. His feet are quiet on the stone floor. He’s in his socks, black socks, she notices as he turns towards her, and a t-shirt that shows his arms.

Rita disengages her own mech with a swipe of her thumb and steps out. She strides across the length of the room until she’s only a few steps away. Cage keeps his eyes on her the whole time, and doesn’t move.

“Have I had you do a plank for me before?” says Rita.

“No.” She itches to correct him—"No, sir."

Instead she says, “Can you do one?”

“Yes.”

“Go,” she says.

He drops immediately. His body isn’t made for strength work, his arms starting to tremble within a few seconds, but he doesn’t show it in his face. His hands splay out against the stone, stark tension in his tendons.

Rita crouches next to him. He cuts a strange figure, serious, looking at once like a struggling child and a soldier, his legs stiff as boards. He takes steadying breaths, and his teeth worry into his bottom lip, which looks chapped. She could trace a line from his ankles to the nape of his neck. He doesn’t look at her.

“Your form isn’t bad,” she says, and he twitches. His composure stutters—he probably has another thirty seconds in him. “Go another minute.”

Cage's gaze flickers to her, the miserable pinch of his eyes making something spark in her chest. He gasps out, “I'm gonna die if I do that, Rita.”

"I'm killing you after a minute either way," she tells him. He looks at her and sighs, low. His body holds.