#Dany Peyton au

[justplainwhump]

"Match, set, and game" for the prompts!

This one sentence prompt has been in my ask box forever, and long before this AU was born. But now, it fits perfectly.

Part of the heartbreaking Dany/bad!Peyton-AU with @wildfae-afterdark ; Geoff and Peyton are their characters.

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Content / warnings: vaguely implied past noncon (m/f), past noncon drugging, vibes of abusive relationship and date rape, survivor struggling to cope.

"Game, Set and Match."

Grinning, Dany drops her racket, and bumps Dennis' fists.

It's a beautiful day, the sun's shining over the lush grounds of the tennis club, filled with cheers and idle chatter, and both Dennis and her are in great shape.

"Langley/Hammond qualify for the quarter finals."

They do the obligatory handshakes with the losing team, and Dany fixes her ponytail before she grabs their water bottles.

"Watch the other match?" Dennis asks. "Check the competition? They're still at it. Not everyone can win to zero."

Dany takes a swig from the bottle and shrugs. "Sure, why not."

It's not really necessary in a tournament like the Fitzwilliam Memorial Trophy, that's more of a societal summer event than a sports challenge- their only true challenge are Sita and Sanjay and they've been drawn into another bracket entirely.

"Who is it?"

"Kim/Carter vs Cortlandt/Cortlandt."

"Cortlandt?" The water tastes foul somehow, and Dany sets down the bottle. Her stomach feels queasy.

"Yeah." Dennis looks at the names on the draw and then down at the other court with a shrug. "Geoff and Liza. Cousins. They're not horrible, I guess. Not a threat, either."

"I, uh." Dany looks at the players and trails off. Geoff Cortlandt moves with long, measured strides, his game not focused on speed, but rather on a precise strength. It makes her shiver.

She reaches out to steady herself on the railing.

"Dany?"

She doesn't look at Dennis, can't, when Geoff picks up the ball to serve and bounces it once. For a moment, his gaze flits over the audience and settles on her.

His lips twitch into a slim grin, and then he turns back to the court, tosses the ball into the air and slams it over the net with impossible force, unreachable for Stevie Kim.

"Dany?" Dennis repeats. "What was that? You're having history with Cortlandt?"

She forces herself to breathe, slowly shakes her head. "Just an acquaintance. Met him a handful of times. I, uh. I just don't like him."

Dennis chuckles. "Yea, nobody really does. Only ones who can stand him are that weird little cult around him and Peyt-" He trails off and clicks his tongue. "Oh. That's how you know him, huh? You still seeing Montgomery?"

"No." Dany exhales softly, not bothering up to ask him how he knows. Rumours travel fast, in their circles. "It's over." It's over. They haven't seen each other since that gala. Peyton had left the very same night, set off to Georgia.

With Geoff.

Seems they're back.

"But you're good?"

"Sure am." She chuckles darkly, almost in reflex. "I won't let a fling affect my mood."

If she'd look, she knows she'd see that Dennis doesn't believe her. But she doesn't look.

She can't take her eyes off of Geoff. There's something about him, something deeply unsettling, something that makes her sure if she looks away just once he'll show up right in front of her, and he'll grab her head and-

She shakes her head. Ghosts. He's getting into her head, she needs to focus on the tournament, nothing else.

Like Dennis, who's mumbling into her ear about their techniques and weaknesses, about tactics and strategy.

She can't listen. She's trapped.

And she knows that he knows. If anything, it makes him play better. They make the next point, too, and the next.

"Match, set and game."

"Cortlandt/Cortlandt qualify for the quarterfinal."

Before even congratulating his partner, Geoff's gaze locks with Dany's again. He moves his hand, a slow gesture, as if he's holding a champagne glass.

"Showoff," Dennis next to her groans. "He's not even half your level."

Geoff raises his imaginary glass to a toast, and Dany's legs give in.

It's only Dennis' quick reaction that keeps her from falling. Dennis' arm around her waist. Like Peyton's, when Geoff had toasted to her at the gala. Like Peyton's, later, when her mind was foggy and they were somewhere darker, more private.

But not alone.

They hadn't been alone.

Geoff Cortlandt had been there.

"Withdraw." She staggers back to her feet and shoves Dennis' hand off her. "We withdraw. I... No. No. I can't. Not that."

"What?" Dennis steps back to stare at her in disbelief. Behind him, the players leave the court and walk up the stairs.

She spins on her heel and flees towards the bathrooms.

*

She's thrown up twice. It helps, to deal with her body, not her mind. It helps to think about what's real. She cleans up her face, straightens her hair in front of the mirror, trying not to think too much about the other time she's tried to fixed herself up from a messed up state.

At least the shadows have a face now.

I'm sorry, she texts Dennis.

We need to talk, she texts Peyton.

Then, she throws in a breath mint and goes find Geoff Cortlandt.

*

He's seated in the player's lounge at a corner table, scrolling through his phone, his face still a little flushed from the game. His eyebrows shoot up when he sees her, but the short hint of surprise shifts into an easy smirk. "Ms Hammond. Too sick to play, I heard? Still hungover from that gala, where we've run into each other?"

Dany's jaw tightens. "What did you do?"

He laughs a little, leans closer like they're best friends. "What did we do? Nothing you didn't beg for, princess. You still can't remember? I guess the tabloids were right about your partying reputation."

She should've sat down as well. Her knees threaten to give in again. And somehow it's not the pet name, not the insinuation, not the humiliation that hurts her most.

It's the 'we'.

"I had a tox screen made." Her voice is slow, but firm. She's a negotiatior, after all. She can keep her voice steady, even when everything is pulled away from underneath her. "I'm sure you know how it came back. It was you, wasn't it? It was you, who spiked my drink."

He looks at her, hooded eyes flat and suddenly unamused. "Whatever you took that night is none of my business. I had enough to do keeping my friend out of your clutches."

She feels dizzy, and yet, weirdly relieved. The ghosts, the nightmares, the faceless void they've manifested into something real. She's still lost at sea, but she's been drowning before, and now she's broken through the surface, she can breathe again. Breathe, and fight.

"That's why?" She stares at him. "You drugged me and you fucked me and you left me like trash, because you felt threatened?" A wild giggle escapes her throat. "Oh. Wow. What a pathetic little man you are. Go fuck yourself, Mr Cortlandt. Or go fuck Peyton, for all I care. But guess what? I fucked him better."

Anger flares up in his gaze, his muscles tense, his weight shifts to the edge of his seat - but instead of attacking her, his lips bend into a fake, calm smile.

"Who we fuck isn't your business any more, Ms Hammond. My game is up. Gotta win a tournament." He gets up and brushes over the front of his pristinely white shirt. "Have a good day."

Dany stares past him as he leaves, counts her breaths to twenty to calm her racing heartbeat.

Then she calls her driver.

She needs to know.

She needs to see Peyton.

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“Right now is a great time to sharpen the little skills, Fine-tune the little habits, and find joy in the little things.” [x]

[lovealexhunt]

And so Dani cries over HWU has ended (but will it ever really?). *sigh* I will always adore the app and the love of writing I developed because of Thomas Hunt. I know I don't need the app to keep Thomas alive, but it was nice knowing it was there if I ever wanted it. (Clearly I wrote this when I actually thought the app was leaving 🤷‍♀️)

I can't thank those of you who support Thomas and Alex's story enough. I love all the pairings I write for, but these two will always have a special place in my heart. I honestly believe writing for them saved my life, and for that I will always be grateful to them and to you for keeping up with their story and their adventures. I hope to keep writing them whether in the HWU universe or RCD or even another AU I've yet to explore.

Thank you again to everyone who has ever read, liked, reblogged, and/or commented on my work! Special shoutouts to @lilyoffandoms and @trappedinfandoms for being with me since basically day one! And @theicestarme @peonyblossom and @quixoticdreamer16 for joining me more recently, but always being the most lovely and supportive especially during this Farewell week. The kind words and lovely thoughts you five have left on the things I've posted have truly meant the world to me. I am forever grateful to you!

Complete masterlist below the cut. I'm still waiting on one art piece and a few fics I still hope to complete.

#01: Kiss the Cook by @bayleedrawsx

#02: You're my Weakness by @rpbys

#03: The One I Want by @hydn-jpg

#04: Being Together by @vantaray

#05: Worth the Risk by @gokushairgel

#06: Free by @/artsy_elii (Instagram)

#07: Moving in Together by @/seirachannn (Instagram)

#08: A Night to Remember by @/irdeinfierno (Instagram)

#09: My Forever by @/artbyainna (Instagram)

#10: And That's a Wrap by  @/sherry_artwo (Instagram)

#11: Not Goodbye (gift) from @hydn-jpg

#12: Trapped by @/mm1kaa_ (Instagram)

[All HWU appreciation week Art in one post]

Stories are listed chronologically

Trapped (Hunt's Journal): Hunt reflects on his night being trapped in the studio with Alex. 

My Weakness (Hunt's Journal): Following the events of the Date Auction in which Hunt was punched by and then punched a drunk idiot to defend Alex and confessed his weakness to her, he goes home and journals about the events.

The One I Want: After confessing to Alex she���s the one he wants at his dinner party, their moment together lingers a little longer.

Being Together: Hunt and Alex are taking the ferry to Catalina Island for their first official date.

Forbidden Romance: Hunt can’t stop himself from critique films, even on a date.

Worth the Risk:  At the drive in, Hunt and Alex await the movie’s start.

Moving In Together: Following Rachel’s wedding, Hunt asks Alex to move in with him. Now, comes the unpacking.

A Night to Remember: While moving in to his their house, Alex finds a small curious box with something familiar.

My Forever (Hunt's Journal) : What started out as a simple gift from the flea market changed everything. (engagement)

Kiss the Cook: After moving in, Alex and Hunt make dinner together.

Harrison Byrd (HWU)

Autumn Brooks (HSS visiting HWU)

Ethan Blake (HWU)

Addison Sinclair (HWU)

Julian Castillo (HSS visiting HWU)

Chris Winters (HWU)

Lisa Mermaid Valentine (HWU)

Thomas Hunt (quote by Thomas Hunt!) (HWU)

Peyton Saunders (HSS visiting HWU)

Holly Chang (HWU)

Videos:

Amour Hunt Date Quest Videos

Hollywood U assorted Videos

Custom Hunt Funkos

Thomas Hunt Custom Funko Pops

Thomas Hunt Custom Funko Pops #2

Thomas Hunt Custom Funko Pops #3

Throwback Fics:

A Choice/Free: Bianca is using Hunt’s relationship with Alex (a student) to blackmail him into being a positive character reference at her probation hearing.

Love Among The Stars: Addison has a story to tell and a special gift for the happy couple. Is it true love? (A Hollywood U legend/story plays an important role in this RCD au wedding fic.) *The Quest this fic is based on is one of my favorites and I really love this story. I hope you do as well!

Love & Scotch: dx: Beards: Alex and Hunt are planning their wedding and waiting on one more RSVP, a certain doctor who has just returned from the Amazon.

Screenshots/Memories:

Alex ruining Hunt’s plans to remain a bachelor for life

Hunt admits Alex is the one he wants

Thomas Hunt outfit assets

Hunt plays Choices

Reward: Thomas Hunt (aka the best reward)

Alex tripping on purpose so Hunt would catch her aka idiots in love

Thomas and Alex in Couples Corner gifs and other gifs and screenshots

Thomas and Alex workshopping gifs

Again, from the bottom of my heart, thank you! 🥺🥺🥺

[entangledmuses]

MUSES

BY FANDOM:

9-1-1:

Lucy Donato Harvin Jacobs (OC)

BAD BOYS:

Kelly Lewis

BITTEN:

Elena Michaels BRIDGERTON:

Daphne Bridgerton                                                     Kate Sheffield/Sharma Sophie Beckett Emma Ashwell (OC) Eliza Montgomery (OC)

BUFFY/ANGEL:

Cordelia Chase                                                           Faith Lehane 

CHICAGO FIRE:

Stella Kidd Sylvie Brett Lucianna Garcia (OC)

CHICAGO MED:

Jenna Isaacs (OC) (v)

CHICAGO PD:

Hailey Upton Kim Burgess                                      

CRAZY RICH ASIANS:

Astrid Leong

DCEU

Harley Quinn (Selective)

DEMI-GODDESS

Cleopatra Kent (OC) Daughter of Ares Mika Bishop (OC) Daughter of Athena Alba Murphy (OC) Daughter of Iris Lorelai Lakes (OC) Daughter of Hecate Sullivan Thromby (OC) Daughter of Hades

DISNEY: (live action fcs)

Princess Jasmine                                                     Megara

DIVERGENT

Christina

FANTASTIC BEASTS

Lally Hicks

FEAR STREET

Cindy Berman

GAME OF THRONES:

Margaery Tyrell                                                       Seraphina Varley (OC) (v)

HANSEL AND GRETEL:WITCH HUNTERS:

Gretel (With AU verses)

HARRY POTTER:

Astoria Greengrass          Demelza Robbins                     Ginny Weasley Hermione Granger          Padma Patil                                                           Parvati Patil Pansy Parkinson                 Victoire Weasley     Lily Evans/Potter      Rowena Ravenclaw                                        Everly Keeler (OC) Violet Kerrington (OC)

HEMLOCK GROVE:

Letha Godfrey

HUNGER GAMES:

Madge Undersee

JAMES BOND

Paloma Becka Leithold-Bond (OC)

KINGSMAN:

Roxy Morton

KNIVES OUT: THE GLASS ONION:

Whiskey

LAST KINGDOM:

Eadith of Mercia Katri Mäkinen (OC) (v) Magna Sigurdsdottir (OC) (v) Renia Leifsdottir (OC) (v) Seraphina Varley (OC) (v) Freya Rixon (OC) (v) Rosalia Menendez (OC) (v)

LITTLE WOMEN

Amy March

LOCKWOOD AND CO:

Lucy Carlyle Rylie Theakston (OC) (v)

MCU:

Kate Bishop                                          Maria Hill Michelle ‘MJ’ Jones                                               Natasha Romanoff Sharon Carter              Yelena Belova Amelia Hudson (OC)                                             Peyton Coyle (OC) Seraphina Varley (OC) (v)

MUSKETEERS

Anne of Austria Constance Bonacieux Bea Browne (OC) Prudence Mallorey (OC)

MYTH/LEGEND/LORE:

Amphitrite (Greek)                                                 Artemis/Autumn (Greek) Hera/Helena (Greek)               Persephone (Greek)            Athena (Greek) Aphrodite (Greek)      Mina Harker (Dracula) Guinevere (Arthurian)

NATIONAL TREASURE: EDGE OF HISTORY:

Jesusita Valenzuela

NARNIA:

Susan Pevensie Freya Rixon (OC) (v) Seraphina Varley (OC) (v)

NIGHT AGENT:

Rose Larkin (Currently Single Ship)

OUTER BANKS:

Kiara Carrera Kelsey Heyward (OC) Cece Roachford (OC)(v) Morgan Kendell (OC)(v)

REIGN:

Mary Stuart Lola Narcisse Katri Mäkinen (OC) (v) Rosalia Menendez (OC) (v)

ROBIN HOOD (BBC):

Marian of Knighton Seraphina Varley (OC) (v)

The ROOKIE:

Grace Sawyer Lucy Chen

SECRET CIRCLE

Diana Meade (Book based)

SHADOWHUNTERS:

Tessa Gray (Infernal Devices)           Izzy Lightwood (Show based) Sawyer McIntrye (OC) (v)

The SHANARA CHRONICLES

Eretria

The SOCIETY

Helena Wu Kelly Aldrich

STRANGER THINGS:

Chrissy Cunningham Nancy Wheeler Nicole Holloway (OC) Katherine Hopper (OC) Cassandra Meyer (OC) Audrey Meyer (OC) Flora Cartwright  (OC) Morgan Kendall (OC) (v) Walker Benson (OC)(v) Heather Ryder (OC)(v) Eva Timothee (OC)(v) Leah Teverson (OC)

SUPERNATURAL:

Bela Talbot                                         Claire Novak Lisa Braeden                                     Jo Harvelle Donna Hanscum        Sarah Blake       Alana West: (OC)                          Grace Harrington (OC) (v) Oria Hernedez (OC) (v) Gretel (Canon with Verse) Henley Knight (OC) Sawyer McIntrye (OC) (v) Harper Tripp (OC) (v) Isla Perkiss (OC) (v) Rylie Theakston (OC) Maya Rallings (OC) (v)

TEEN WOLF:

Lydia Martin             Hayden Romero Cora Hale Laura Hale Julia Hale (OC) Dani Delgado (OC)              Harper Tripp (OC) (v) Emmy Janson (OC)(v) Rylie Theakston (OC) Maya Rallings (OC) (v) Sofia Perez (OC) (v)

THIS IS US

Sophie Inman

TITANS:

Dawn Granger                               Donna Troy

TRUE BLOOD:

Jessica Hamby                           Nora Gainesborough Sookie Stackhouse

The UMBRELLA ACADEMY:

Sloane Hargreeves Lila Pitts                       Samara Akerman (OC)

VAMPIRE ACADEMY:

Rose Hathaway                       Sydney Sage Lissa Dragomir

VAMPIRE DIARIES:

Bonnie Bennett Caroline Forbes Katherine Pierce Rebekah Mikaelson

VIKINGS:

Amma Katia Lagertha Katri Mäkinen (OC) (v) Magda Sigurdsdottir (OC) Renia Leifsdottir (OC) Seraphina Varley (OC) (v) Freya Rixon (OC) (v) Rosalia Menendez (OC) (v)

VIRGIN RIVER

Mel Monroe

WEDNESDAY

Wednesday Addams Astra Kernals (OC) (v) Violet Kerrington (OC)- can fit into fandom

The WITCHER:

Renfri Seraphina Varley (OC) (v)

WOLF PACK:

Luna Briggs   Emmy Janson (OC) (v) Sofia Perez  (OC) (v) Maya Rallings (OC) (v)

OTHER OC’S: though all OCs can be fandomless too

Sidney Hemmingway: Abilities- Sense and Water Augmentation Sloan Hemmingway: Abilities- Camouflage and Projection  Adrian Houston - Cop - works in - stranger things, 9-1-1, One Chicago Paige Temple: Paleontologist/Archaeologist Lara Matthews: Abilities: Empath Jenna Isaacs - Med Student Ava Jackson: Bartender/Owner of the Cellardoor Bar Cameron Yates: Bartender at Cellardoor Bar Meredith Price: Museum Curator Gabriella Diaz: Mechanic Sierra Wesley: Traveller  Odette Sevigny: French Heiress Harper Tripp: Phoenix - works in: Supernatural, Teen Wolf Avery Collingwood - Marketing executive Lizzie Marsden - Vampire Sawyer McIntrye: Nephilim - works in: Shadowhunters, Supernatural Juliana “Jules” Silva: Teacher Keely Sumners: Art Dealer Taylor Brockhart: Multiverse (Powers, Werewolf, Fandomless) Sofia Perez: Werewolf - works in: Teen Wolf, Supernatural, Wolf Pack Brooke Wilsher: Witch Kate Steiner: Fandomless - works in: Cobra Kai Charlotte Deighton: CEO Isla Perkiss: Witches Familiar - works in: Supernatural, Charmed Emmy Janson: Wolf - works in- Teen wolf, Supernatural, Wolf Pack Lucianna Garcia - EMT OC  - works in - One Chicago, 9-1-1      Grace Harrington - Witch OC - works in: Supernatural Oria Hernedez - Demon OC - works in Supernatural Kennedy Waite - Single mother/waitress OC  Walker Benson - Precog OC - Verses in - Stranger things, Supernatural Tallulah Spencer - Abilities- Elemental Sadie Hart - Half Fae Faye Sibley - Journalist OC Delia Costillo - Events Planner Rylie Theakston - Abilities - works in - Teen Wolf, Supernatural, Lockwood &Co.  Quinn Ashwood - Student Norah Parrish - Yoga Instructor/Fitness Instructor Greyson Ferris - Marine Biologist Amy Hartwell -Single Mum Clara Pennington - Interior Designer Kamile Acer - Hotel Manager/Receptionist Kayleigh Brunton - Singer/Songwriter Blair Kytes - Movie trailer producer Selene Underseth - Water Nymph Maya Rallings - Werewolf Sarah Foster - Photographer Morgan Kendell - Lifeguard - works in - Stranger things, OBX, has Nymph verse Beatrix Browne - Historical OC - works in - Merlin, Last Kingdom, Musketeers Aiyla Kartal - Multiverse - Harry Potter, Royalty, fandomless

SINGLE SHIP Winnet Mallorey: (Single Ship) Second Gen Musketeer child Olivia Isaacs: (singleShip) Chef May Page:  (Single Ship) Abilities: Gravitokinesis Ryan Loughman: (Single Ship) Cop Ember Rodriguez:  (Single Ship) Pyrokinesis Alyson Kent: (single ship) English Professor - Mother of Cleo Nicole Robinson (Single ship) Sister of Cassie Robinson Zoey Upstead (Single Ship) Ex Fiance of Peter Sutherland

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Big Mouth

Pubertäts-Geschichten, 2017 Zu sehen auf Netflix

Da wäre Nick, der seinen Eltern beichtet, wie sehr ihn das irritiert, dass er noch keine Schamhaare hat und auch sonst nicht so erwachsen ausgestattet zu sein scheint wie sein bester Freund. Woraufhin ihm sein Vater allzu weitschweifig erklärt, dass ein kleiner Penis nicht unbedingt ein Nachteil sein muss. Oder Andrew, der beim engen Tanz am Schulball von einer Ejakulation überrascht wird. Oder Jesse, die von ihrem übrigens echt süß gezeichneten Hormonmonster angeleitet wird, ihre Mutter um einen roten BH anzubetteln. Und was für Argumente sie aufzubieten hat! Stolz marschiert sie am nächsten Tag durch die Highschool. Und landet, an der Brust des ebenfalls heulenden Hormonmonsters weinend, auf dem Klo.

Völlig unpeinlich erzählte Peinlichkeiten eines Teenagerlebens eben, Geschichten, wie sie nur die Pubertät zu schreiben vermag – die Autoren Nick Knoll und Andrew Goldberg haben eigene Erfahrungen verarbeitet. Der Witz ist fast so derb wie bei „Rick and Morty“, doch ohne Zynismus, was der Serie nur gut tut. Sie gehört zu den versteckten Perlen auf Netflix und begeistert laut nicht repräsentativer Umfrage Menschen zwischen 15 und 50. Ach ja: Die Altersfreigabe 16 plus ist gar streng gewählt.

  American Vandal

Gar nicht echte Verbrechen, 2017 Zu sehen auf Netflix

Wer kann das nur gewesen sein? Auf dem Schulparkplatz wurden die Autos von 26 Lehrern beschmiert – mit riesigen Penissen. Verdächtigt wird der Rowdy und Gewohnheits-Penis-Kritzler Dylan, alle Indizien sprechen gegen ihn und einen Zeugen gibt es auch. Doch halt! Der Zehntklässler Peter beginnt nachzuforschen und stößt auf Ungereimtheiten. Mittels Stilkritik (die Penisse auf den Autos unterscheiden sich in zwei wichtigen Details von den Tafel-Bildern Dylans) und der Befragung von Schülern rollt er den Fall neu auf. Eine schräge und ja: auch spannende Parodie auf das Genre der True-Crime-Doku-Serien à la „Making a Murderer“.

    Everything Sucks!

„Stranger Things“ ohne Horror, 2018 Zu sehen auf Netflix

Ein wenig erinnert Everything Sucks“ an „Stranger Things“ – ohne Grusel und in den 90er Jahren angesiedelt: Drei Außenseiter, darunter einer mit fehlerhaftem Gebiss, düsen mit ihren Fahrrädern durch die Gegend und versuchen, sich in der Highschool irgendwie durchzuschlagen und der Kontrolle durch ihre Eltern zu entkommen. Was „Stranger Things“ auch für Horror-Verächter so interessant machte, der differenzierte Blick auf familiäre Strukturen und das soziale Gefüge der Highschool, das findet sich auch hier. Wirklich berührend: Jahi Di’Allo Winston als Luke, der sich in die lesbische Tochter des Schuldirektors (Peyton Kennedy) verliebt. „Verzeihung, ich war in Gedanken ganz weit weg. Ich wurde versetzt ins Nord-Pas-de-Calais“, entschuldigt sich der Postbeamte Philippe (Kad Merad) beim Polizisten, der ihn eben wegen Schneckentempos strafen wollte. Dieser nickt verständnisvoll – und lässt ihn ziehen. Die Vorurteile von Südfranzosen gegenüber dem Norden (und ihre Unterwanderung) bilden das komische Fundament von Dany Boons „Bienvenue chez les Ch’tis“ – nach wie vor der größte innerfranzösische Publikumserfolg aller Zeiten. Boon selbst gibt Philips nördlichen Gegenpart mit wunderlichem Akzent, anfängliche Aversion schlägt schnell in Freundschaft um. Ein Prototyp vieler Programmkinohits.

    On My Block

Aus dem Ghetto, 2018 Zu sehen auf Netflix

Ein Überraschungs-Hit dieses Frühjahrs und zum Teil hymnisch rezensiert: „On My Block“ zeigt das Leben von Teenagern in einer üblen Gegend in L.A., wo es Alltag ist, dass in der Nachbarschaft Schüsse fallen – da regen sich die Kinder gar nicht auf, sondern fachsimpeln lieber über das Kaliber. Dass der Papa seine 15jährige Tochter nur alleine im Haus lässt, wenn sie Fenster und Türen fest verschlossen hält, ist auch normal. Zu viele Gangster da draußen. Geld hat nur, wer bei einer Gang ist – wie Cesar, ein schlauer Kerl, der lieber dem üblen Familienbusiness entkommen möchte. Der Versuch seiner Freunde, ihm dabei zu helfen, nimmt die erste Staffel in Anspruch. Paradoxerweise ist „On My Block“ trotz des ungewöhnlichen Settings jene Serie, die von den hier besprochenen am meisten dem Klischee einer Teenie-Produktion entspricht.

    The End of the F***ing World

Britischer Humor, 2018 Zu sehen auf Netflix

Da wäre James, der glaubt, er sei ein Psychopath. Er hat als Kind seine Hand in die Fritteuse gesteckt, um irgendwas zu fühlen, schlitzt gern Kaninchen die Kehle auf und würde das auch gerne bei einem Menschen probieren. Und da wäre Alyssa, die oft provoziert, ihre Mutter hasst und ihren Stiefvater, der ihr gerne körperlich zu nahe kommt, erst recht. Für James ist Alyssa ein geeignetes Opfer, während die in ihm einen Schüchti sieht, der leicht zu manipulieren ist. Und auf geht’s, zum besten Coming-of-Age-Road-Trip seit „Tschick“. „The End of the F***ing World“ basiert auf einem Comic von Charles S. Forsman, den Jonathan Entwistle, als Regisseur von Musikvideos und Werbeclips bekannt, angeblich im Papierkorb eines Londoner Comicladens gefunden hat. Entwistle hat daraus eine Serie gemacht, die durch bizarren Humor besticht, abgründig ist und und zugleich leicht, dazu kommen Songs zwischen hip und schmalzig und mit viel Mut zum Grotesken gezeichnete Nebenfiguren. Die Botschaft, wenn es denn eine gibt: Teenager sind nicht harmlos, Erwachsene aber auch nicht, und keiner weiß so genau, was wirklich in ihm steckt. Unbedingte Empfehlung.

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[cefhads]

Jake Puckerman (Based on Lucas Scott)

Tina Cohen-Chang (Based on Peyton Sawyer)

Spencer Porter (Based on JD McCoy)

Sebastian Smythe (Based on Chris Keller)

Mercedes Jones (Based on Waverly Grady)

Matt Rutherford (Based on Smash Williams)

Finn Hudson (Based on Jason Street, Matt Saracen or Luke Cafferty)

Ryder Lynn (Based on Matt Saracen, Tim Smith, or Luke Cafferty)

Jane Hayward (Based on Jess Merriweather)

Artie Abrams (Based on Mouth McFadden)

Roderick Meeks (Based on Jimmy Edwards)

Kurt Hummel (Based on Anna Taggaro or Quinn James)

Mike Chang (Based on Julian Baker)

Lauren Zizes (Based on Samantha Walker)

Hunter Clarington (Based on Felix Taggaro or Quentin Fields)

Brittany Pierce (Based on Bevin Mirskey)

Dani Cortez (Based on Anna Taggaro or Mia Catalano)

Harmony Baxter (Based on Becky Sproles)

Joe Hart (Based on Hastings Ruckle)

Sugar Motta (Based on Alex Dupree)

*** The based ons are only SUGGESTIONS and are not mandatory nor required to join, apart from Jake being based on Lucas.

Clear Eyes Full Hearts is an AU Glee RPG inspired by the shows Friday Night Lights and One Tree Hill.

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[justplainwhump]

at work from the smut asks: i'm thinking of dany or peyton visiting the other at work during their fling 😏😉

Of course, Vic! Gosh, I love them during their fling. Their dynamic is just. Good.

[Just A Fling Masterlist]

(Peyton is Vic's character; this is just all build up for later whump)

Content: pure spicy flirting and (fade to black) consensual sex.

Montgomery Capital resides on the top floors of a skyscraper downtown, all sleek glass and steel.

It wouldn't be a challenge for Dany to get an invitation; one text would do - but it's more thrilling to get in without one. And these days, Dany is all in for the thrill.

A few well-placed soft smiles, nervous swirls of her locks and randomly dropped names is all it takes to get her a visitor's badge for the conference floor, where some real estate workshop is being held. Then, it's time for another demeanor - arrogant, confident and obviously annoyed at things not going her way, and the stressed out guy in the elevator doesn't only swipe his badge for her but even holds open the security door to the executive wing. She walks in, as if the building belongs to her, gaze skimming the names on the doors, until she finds the one she came for. The desk in front of it is empty; lunch break for the CFO's assistant she assumes, and just because she can, she sits down on their chair and checks the computer. It isn't even locked. Some strokes on the keyboard, and Peyton Montgomery's calendar opens.

Dany rolls her eyes. Horrible OpSec.

She puts in a do not disturb blocker for the next two hours, spins on the chair once, before she gets up and strolls into his office.

Peyton is sitting behind a huge desk, focused on reading something on his screen, and he doesn't even look up when she walks in. "Thanks, sweetheart," he says, "Leave in on the sideboard."

She presses the button next to his door that obscure the glass walls.

"Not your sweetheart," she says, and at least he gives her the satisfaction to flinch for a second, before his lips twitch into an appreciative grin. "Your OpSec is sub par. I could get all the way up here with just a visitor's badge and a pinch of acting."

"Oh yeah?" He murmurs, his gaze running her up and down. "I guess our security system isn't calibrated against femmes fatales."

"Seems so." She reaches behind her head with one hand and loosens her updo. "Now, what if I came with sinister intentions?"

He lifts his hands and rolls back in his chair. "True. You've got me, unarmed and alone."

Dany smirks. "And with a two hour blocker in your calendar, saying 'getting fucked over my own desk'."

Peyton's hand twitches to his mouse with a rare nervosity that makes her grin grow wider.

His shoulders loosen up a tiny bit when he sees the actual entry - xoxo, D - but the way his eyes narrow, when he turns back at her, both appreciative and hungry, lets her shiver in anticipation.

Dany stalks toward him, until she's right in front of his chair and leans in, hands on his armrests.

He breathes in the smell of her hair, before he meets her gaze with a grin. "Over my own desk, huh?"

She raises an eyebrow. "Don't tell me it'd be a first."

"First time with a trespasser." Peyton's hands rest on her thighs, thumbs playing with the hem of her neat business dress, slowly pushing upward. She's obsessed with his hands, somehow, with the way his hold of her is firm, resolute, confident, but never relentless. His touch alone makes her dizzy.

"For a seasoned criminal, your legs are sure shaking a lot," he remarks. She can't hold back a small gasp, when his fingers shove up her dress, cupping her hips and guiding her backwards until she's pinned between himself and his desk. "Seems like we better start off with you on that desk, huh?"

He lifts her up onto the edge, reaches over her for something, and she gasps when cold metal meets the skin between her thighs and her panties are swiftly cut off.

A letter opener, she realises dimly, when he tosses it back onto the desk, a silver letter opener with his family crest as the handle.

Like she's his.

Then his face dips between her legs, his tongue teasing just the right spot, and suddenly, just for now, she doesn't mind being his at all.

[justplainwhump]

Just A Fling: Invite

Written for the Peyton / Dany "Just A Fling"-AU. Peyton belongs to @wildfaewhump.

References this and this.

[Just A Fling Masterlist]

Content warnings: implied past assault (partly within a relationship), gaslighting, victim blaming; Peyton is an asshole.

The invitation card Dany can't stop staring at is settled right on top of a stack of other mail.

Business correspondence, all of that, she's sifted through it already; a signed copy of their collaboration agreement with a major freight airline, offerings from consultancies, the preprint of the upcoming issue of a logistics magazine featuring her in its cover story about their new automated container terminal. All items that should demand her attention.

All items that have ceased to exist in the instant she pulled the card from it's heavy white envelope, and all she can feel is dread pooling in her stomach.

It's a carefully designed layout, maritime imagery, golden letters in an elegant yet fancy font, all set around a photo of Peyton Montgomery looking casually stunning.

Just like Peyton had looked casually stunning leaning in the doorway of his house the last time she'd seen him, when he had shrugged and rolled his eyes at her and told her nothing she remembered was real. I think you need to take some time to figure yourself out, he'd said, and closed the door.

She hasn't even managed to get herself to hate him.

If anything, she hates herself. For accepting her defeaf, for allowing him, them, to be in control. Control of the narrative. Control of her.

It takes all of her effort to reach out for the card. It trembles slightly in her hand, as she turns it around to read its back.

The details are printed in golden letters. Party of the year. Peyton Montgomery's 30th birthday. His yacht, Davenport Marina. Next month.

It's not even a clerical error that she's receive one, not his office sending out a bunch of impersonal invites to an anonymous mailing list. No. It's personal. Dany, is handwritten on top of the card with an undoubtedly expensive fountain pen, and it makes her stomach turn how easily she recognises Peyton's handwriting from dozens of notes he's sneaked into her pockets during the few months of their affair.

Dany,. Nothing else.

It's a punch in the gut.

As if nothing happened.

No. As if what happened didn't matter.

The number next to the RSVP isn't his. She knows it from one glance, easily, because she knows too horribly much about that man.

Before she can think it through, she hits call on her phone, and his intitals light up on the display, over a photo of his hand holding a drink. Just a guy with no face. Just a casual fling. That's what they were always supposed to be. Not more.

Not less.

"Dany," Peyton answers, almost cheerfully. Dany. Just like on the fucking card. Just like she hears his voice say in her nightmares.

"What the actual fuck, Peyton?"

She hears someone talk in the background, and his voice muffled when he replies something, about wine coolers and ice cubes and tables, before he's back with her.

"Sorry, Party stuff. Event planner keeping me on my toes. You know how it is. So, what's up? Did you get the invite?"

She focuses on her hands, forces herself to stay steady. "Peyton," she presses through clenched teeth. "Are you even fucking aware of what happened at the last party we went to together? Hint, that was the one where you let your best friend spike my drink so that the two of you could have your way with me, and I wouldn't even remember."

His tone sounds like he's rolling his eyes. "Please, that didn't happen. Don't come if you're going to be a bad sport, but i thought you'd be over that ridiculous story by now, c'mon."

"Oh yeah?" Dany's fingers clench the phone, while she tries to control her breathing. To let the anger win, not whatever else it is she's feeling. "Pretty sure even Geoff remembers that different from you. Or Valerian. They - I -" She closes her eyes, trying to ban the images from her memory. Tears are stinging in the corners of her eyes. "That night," she starts again, "the two of you shattered me to fucking pieces. Nothing, nothing's been the same. I can't sleep. I can't feel safe. You took that from me. And now you expect me to rsvp to your fucking birthday party?"

The other end of the line goes quiet, the event planner shooed away.

"Fine." Peyton's voice is chilling, suddenly. "Consider your invitation rescinded. And I'll let my security know, so please don't show up and cause a scene. I really thought you'd be more mature about this, Dany. We had fun that night. You got drunk and high and scared yourself, and you've been on a crusade to blame me ever since. Don't call me again."

"Fuck you," she hisses. "I've kept fucking quiet about this everywhere, Peyton, because Geoff and you made sure your fucking lies are airtight. A crusade? That's the fucking opposite of this."

"You're lucky you're so fuckable," he sneers. "Because I certainly wasn't seeing you for your personality. Goodbye, Dany. You'll hear from my lawyers if you try to contact me again."

Dany stares at the phone for minutes, after he disconnected.

Slowly, there's something icy settling inside her and she allows it to grow; a cold rage gathering under her skin, a barrier settling over the dread and heartbreak and self loathing.

She's going to call her own lawyers, too.

But before that, she's going to make another call.

Her gaze flicks to the birthday card again. His yacht. Peyton's fucking proud of that thing, as proud as he is of his mind blowing parties.

She won't ever go on a crusade against him publicly, they both know that.

But there's one thing he doesn't know.

Her company doesn't just own commercial harbours.

She presses the button that connects her to her assistant. "I need to talk to the head of operations of Davenport Marina. About an event next month. The matter is confidential."

She'll never get back what Peyton took from her that night. He's won. But at least, he's given her opportunity to take something of his, something that signifies more to him than she ever did.

It's petty, it's small, it's beneath her; but at least it's something she can do.

She's going to take his party.

[justplainwhump]

Just A Fling: Equipment Room

My favourite genre of writing: 'Dany refuses to acknowledge that she is not fine'.

This is set in an AU with @wildfae-afterdark, mentioned Peyton (in his pure, unaltered form) belongs to Vic. Set a while after Dany and Peyton started their affair. And then, something else happened.

[Just A Fling Masterlist]

Content / warning: implied past assault (m/f), past drugging, memory gaps, trauma response, allusions of gas lighting, allusions of date rape (even though that's not what happened), implied consentual sex.

The thing that finally makes Dany cry is hearing the question out loud, the very plain, very simple question she's been asking herself every night since the party.

"What happened?" Dennis asks softly from behind her.

She's been gathering her clothes from the floor of the tennis club's small equipment room, while he's still lounging on the folding bed.

She wasn't ready for this.

Her muscles lock painfully and she freezes right there, back still turned to Dennis.

"Dany?"

Nothing, she wants to say. You're overstepping. None of your business. You're my coach, not my therapist. Fuck off. Shut up. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.

But the words won't come out. The white tennis dress she's just picked up tumbles back to the floor.

Nothing.

Fun. Let's just have fun.

The bed creaks as Dennis gets up steps in behind her. "Shh," he murmurs. "Sit down, Dany."

Shh. It's alright, Dany.

It wasn't. It isn't.

Dennis steps around her, lets her see him, before he carefully puts a hand on her forearm. "Come on. Sit."

He guides her back to the stupid, creaky folding bed, and nudges her to sit down on the edge. She follows numbly.

She followed someone else numbly, too.

"You're hurt," Dennis says.

Dany shakes her head. She's not. She's had a medical check. Not even a scratch. She's been assured she's in perfect physical shape.

She's fine.

"You've been acting off all week. And right now, while we were - You're never like this. I... I know something is wrong. What happened?" Dennis repeats.

He puts a hand on her knee, and she flinches. "Nothing," she whispers and pushes his hand back. "Nothing, I'm good."

"Listen, I know we're not friends, I am in no position to intrude but -"

He's right. They're not friends. Dany doesn't fuck her friends, and she doesn't befriend her fucks.

She likes it like that. Never personal. She makes sure they agree on that.

Peyton had agreed on that, too.

"Please, Dany," Dennis urges. "Did someone -"

Stop, she thinks. Please, stop.

Tears well up in her eyes, and she can't do anything to hold back.

"I don't remember," she whispers. "Please. I... I don't know."

She remembers being with Peyton, flirting, kissing, laughing. She remembers being alone, cold, dissheveled, with a foul taste in her mouth and a horrible headache.

She remembers his texts from later that night, she's stared at them, countless times since.

you were really drunk. i think maybe you took something too, you were acting strange.

drink some water.

It's okay. He wasn't her friend. He doesn't owe her anything. She's a grown up woman, she's capable and strong, and she's responsible for her own actions.

Liquid ecstasy, her tox screen had said.

Let's just have fun, Peyton had said.

Dany sobs.

Dennis' arms wrap around her, and oddly grateful, she buries her face against his chest.

He smells like Dennis, a bit sweaty, a bit of his too strong sports deodorant, a bit like the softner. Not like Peyton.

Not like the other figures that have been haunting her nightmares.

Not like the one who -

No. This is just Dennis.

"I'm fine," she croaks. "I'm sorry, Dennis, I'm... I'm fine. I-"

Someone rattles at the door, followed by an angry knocking. "Dennis? Open up. I don't care about your private lessons. Forgot my bag in here."

"Fuck." Dennis hisses, as he jumps up and gathers their clothes from the floor, tosses her dress back at Dany.

"Coming, buddy, just a sec."

Dany slips into the dress, as Dennis stuffs the rest of his stuff into a bag.

It's okay. She's good. She wipes her eyes with her hands, runs a hand through her hair, and calls up a practised smile, when the door opens.

"Ah, afternoon, Dany," Brad says, without batting an eye. "Nice seeing you back. Can I put you two on the roster for next week, then? Mixed double?"

"Brad, Dany's not -" Dennis begins, but she silences him with a single glare.

"Never been better," she lies smoothly. "Put us on. Let's crush them."

"Cool," Brad says, as he opens a locker and pulls out his bag. "See you then. And make sure this room gets aired."

Dennis stares at the door closing behind him and back at Dany. "Dany, you really should -"

"We play tennis," she interrups. "And we fuck sometimes. That's it. None of that gives you the right to tell me how I'm feeling."

"I was just -"

"I'm good. I deal with my stuff, you deal with yours." She flings her bag over her shoulder and sniffs. "And Brad's right. We should really let some air into this room."

"Whatever," Dennis scoffs. "Yeah. Sure."

And, right as she leaves the room, "Just get help, Dany. Please."

She pretends she didn't hear him.

[justplainwhump]

Just A Fling: Distraction

Because @wildfaewhump has amazing (hot!) characters and Dany just can't keep her hands to herself, here's another spicy AU. In which my Dany and Vic's Peyton have had nothing bad happen to them and are successful rich kids working in their parent's companies. They also happen to have insane chemistry.

[Just A Fling Masterlist]

(Don't worry though, there's plenty whump on the horizon. Peyton isn't exactly a nice guy.)

(This is technically aligned with the "Everything and Nothing" AU of Vic, focusing on Valerian as Peyton's spouse)

Content: (Very) Spicy flirting. A lot of innuendo.

Night has long fallen, and Dany leans back in the leather chair of the hotel bar, staring at the city lights far below. Young Leaders in Management, the conference is called, and it's an honor to be there; chances are a bunch of them will be in next year's "30 under 30" list of top managers. It's hard to truly believe in it, when most of them work for companies that have their parents' name.

People like Peyton Montgomery, 29, CFO of Montgomery Capital. Charlene Lennox, 26, CFO of Baxter, Lennox and partners. Orville Roscoe, 25, whose grandmother put the R in WRU. And herself, Danielle Hammond, 29, COO of the Hammond Group.

Charlene had invited her to dinner over their joint venture building up a freight airline; and as always she'd been a strenuous and utterly un-fun conversation partner, leaving Dany in desperate need of a drink after their meeting had finally ended.

A drink, and a distraction.

She pulls out her phone with a sigh, scrolling down to find the respective apps.

"What are you doing?", Kate asks, suddenly alert. Shes been half asleep before, and Dany almost feels the pang of a bad conscience. Kate is second shift of her security detail, but that still means she's been working all night.

"Bumble." Dany turns her screen for Kate to see. "I need a fuck."

"Dany," Kate groans. "Please, give me a break. You know how hard it is to vet random strangers on the internet? For all I know, any of the men in that app could be a serial killer."

"Well, what else do you suggest?"

"Look at what's right in front of you. How about..." She makes a vague gesture. "Peyton Montgomery? He's sitting at the bar and he checked your ass out twice in the last five minutes alone."

Dany glances over her shoulder through the dim light of the half empty bar, easily spotting Peyton's dark curls. He's sitting at the bar. Alone, it seems - a state that seems entirely wrong for him. At home during any social events, he's the heart of the party; him, his spouse and their elitist circle of old-money friends. She'd never felt any need to belong.

"Pretty sure your line of arguments is flawed," she notes. "Rich boys can be serial killers, too, you know."

"At least I can be sure that he isn't in it for your money." Kate shrugged and pushed her glass of water from one side of the table to the other. "Plus, he lives in the same hotel. Neither of us has to get out in the cold."

Dany sighs and looks at him again. She's attended a panel with him, earlier today, 'Cost cutting by Process Automation'. Arrogant, spoilt, pumped with the casual confidence of those who always got whatever they wanted. He's also got a pretty smile, dry humour, and a way with numbers. And she really likes the way his shirt emphasises his shoulders.

Maybe it's worth a shot.

His head goes up to the mirror over the bar and he smirks, acknowledging her stare. Slowly, not breaking eye contact, he raises his glass to his lips and takes a small sip.

Fuck.

Just for that smirk, she'd swipe him right in any app.

She breaks their eye contact and looks back at Kate, half defeated. "I'll talk to him."

Kate grins and raps her knuckles on the table. "Good luck."

~

"Dany Hammond." Peyton smiles as she steps up next to him. "Really enjoyed that debate with you today. You're up late."

"Thanks. Right back at you. Still not over your cost efficiency argumentation, though. These numbers are obviously -" She bites her lip and shakes her head. Focus. She's here to find something else entirely. "Well you're right with one thing. It's too late to talk business."

"It is." He tilts his head at the empty bar stool next to him. "Let me buy you a drink?"

Dany raises an eyebrow, stepping back to look him down slowly. His shoulders and arms under that expensive shirt look even better up close. He really is her type. "Depends on what your intentions are with that."

He chuckles and returns the favour, taking her in head to toe. "Well... I could certainly come up with some ideas for my... intentions." Peyton glances over her shoulder and raises his glass towards Kate. "I guess it all depends on what your bodyguard back there will let me do to you."

"Ah." Dany clicks her tongue in fake disappointment. "Wrong answer, rich boy."

"Oh?" He narrows his eyes, a hint of a challenge sparking in them. "Depends on what... you'll let me do to you?"

She takes a sip of her drink and tilts her head. "Better."

He's not moving for a moment, simply assessing her, and she wonders if Kate's been wrong.

"Let's say..." He begins, and something to his tone makes a warm shiver run down her spine already. His eyes are firmly on hers now, very carefully observing any reaction. "Let's assume my intentions were to fuck you over every horizontal surface of my suite?"

Dany's heart is racing with anticipation. "Hmmm." Her lip twitches into a smirk. "Then I guess you should order these drinks to go."

Peyton snaps his fingers and signals the bartender without taking his gaze off of her. "You should just know, Dany," He gives her an almost boyish grin, as the bartender scurries back to pick up a bottle. "I was prepared to properly seduce you. I'd have given you the whole nine yards. The words, the smiles, the body language, the touches. People tend to admire my effortless charm."

Dany slides from her chair, their bodies almost touching, but just not, close enough to feel the heat radiating from each other. "Oh I don't have a doubt you're a good actor", she admits, and reaches out, fingertips resting on his chest. "But haven't we found on in that debate that we both rather share a passion for..." She leans in, acutely aware of how her hair falls over his shoulder, how her breath must feel on the skin of his neck. "... efficacy."

He moves faster than she expected, his hand on her hip spinning her around, and then she's pinned between his body and the bar, and it's his mouth that is on her neck, his teeth grazing over her skin.

From the corner of her eye, she sees Kate jump to her feet.

Peyton chuckles, holds out his hand, and a cold bottle of champagne is handed to him.

"Make sure your bodyguard knows not to disturb us," he murmurs into her hair. "We're going to be making a lot of noise."

[justplainwhump]

Seat 2B

Dany faces Geoff.

Next installment of @wildfaewhump and I's Just A Fling AU. The perfect Geoff, Peyton and their mentioned friends are Vic's characters and they penned a lot of this piece.

[Just A Fling Masterlist]

Content / warnings: Intimate whumper, whumpee meeting whumper in public, past trauma and not ideal coping with it, mentioned serial killings, mention past noncon drugging and assault, sexually derogative language, mention of BBU-pets; pretty frank discussion of past noncon.

2B is Dany's favorite seat on most long distance flights. Best class available, be it First or Business or whichever names they came up with. Aisle, meaning she can get out without the need to talk to anyone. Second row instead of first so there's a bit more air in front of her instead of a wall. 

She's gotten it for this flight as well, the way home after some intense days of preparing and ensuring the final acceptance of their newest freight terminal. It's been a success. Another one. Dany is good at her job, and she knows it. 

She leans back in her plane seat and opens her laptop to check on the press release the company is about to send out, tuning out the busy noise of the last passengers boarding and filing to the back of the plane.

"Excuse me, Madam" someone next to her says, half bored. "I'm 2A."

She's not sure if its his voice that sets her off, the smell of his cologne, or his looming figure, some inches too close to be entirely polite, but her whole body is on alert suddenly.

Geoff Cortlandt.

"Oh. Ms Hammond," he says, eyebrows up. "Hadn't recognized you, fully dressed."

Dany's hand, halfway to the tray table, freezes mid-air. Geoff's gaze feels heavy on her skin. Even without looking up, the smug amusement radiating from him is almost palpable.

She sets her jaw and reaches out to pick up her laptop and slide back the tray table to let him pass. "Mr Cortlandt." 

"Just kidding," he whispers, as he squeezes past, too close for the amount of legroom the plane offers, and pauses, his mouth next to her ear. "You were not actually memorable undressed, either."

"Peyton saw that differently." It slips out, before she can think twice, her voice perfectly even. She's taken seminars on it, on her way to becoming the negotiator she is today - quick comebacks, how to deal with low blows. 

Paying back in turn ranks very low on the list.

And it is downright stupid, when it's about the exact thing Peyton's tried to warn her about in his very own, very inappropriate manner. 'We were getting pretty close. And I was… distracted by you. In a way that wasn’t working for Geoff.'

Geoff freezes for a moment, and she thinks she sees a muscle in his jaw twitch, before he breaks into an easy smile. "Well, he's luckily left that behind him now, didn't he?"

He slides into his seat next to her, just as a flight attendant leans into their row. "Can I offer you a drink before take-off?"

"Champagne," Geoff says smoothly. "For both of u-" 

"Vodka for me," Dany interrupts. She'll have to sit through this. She's not going to fold, not again, not after she panicked at the tennis match and let him have it. "Straight."

The attendant lifts his eyebrows, but doesn't say a word, while he prepares a plastic flute of champagne for Geoff and then bends down to the bottom of his cart to hand Dany a tiny bottle of Vodka and a glass. 

"Well, then." Geoff waits until the attendant has left for the next row, before he raises his glass. "Cheers, Ms Hammond. Go on. Drink up. We both know you're more fun once you've got a little liquor in you." 

"We both know it wasn't just liquor. We both know it wasn't fun." Dany screws open the cap of her bottle and pours it into the glass, pausing before she looks at him again. "And we both know you walked away. Is it just like that? Do you always just happen to get away with it?"

He smiles, and it's shaped like it should be charming. It's not. It's just empty. "I'm here, aren't I? Makes you wonder. Is it really possible for someone to do 'wrong'? Or are we just afraid? If right and wrong were the immutable forces we treat them as, wouldn't it be impossible for us to do wrong?"

Dany chuckles dryly and shakes her head, then downs the vodka in one go. "I didn't say anything about right or wrong, you started that yourself. My degree is in psychology, not philosophy." She puts the glass down and grimaces. "Pretty sure you, Mr Cortlandt, are an interesting case for both fields."

He laughs a little in return, and it makes her stomach churn. "I like that." He sips too, his eyes wandering over the cabin, before he turns back to her, shifting in his seat to pull up one knee and cross his opposite ankle under it, leaning in like they're good friends. "So," he says. "What did you like most about fucking Peyton?"

"There's a reason you and I were only intimate when I was unconscious, Geoff, and that's because I don't fucking want you in my bed. Not physically, and not mentally either." She smirks and tilts her glass at him. "You'll never know."

His grip on his glass is tight, but he doesn't retreat, and his smile doesn't drop. If anything, it gets more dangerous. "Fair enough. You know-" He glances around like he's about to share a secret. "There was this one time, he and I. We had a little bit of a threesome, there was this girl. We had her between us, on her hands and knees like a whore, she was so hot for it. Peyton has this way he angles his hips- her whole body seized. She wasn't really my type, but the way she looked right then, coming undone for him with my cock so deep in her throat she couldn't breathe... I almost had to keep her." He takes a deep breath and smiles brightly. "Anyway. I can only imagine he was a great lay for you too."

Dany can't breathe. Couldn't then. Can't now. It is her, it was her, the woman caught between them, betrayed, helpless, powerless. Images she can't remember, but dreams of anyway. 

She has to get away. Her hand flies to her waist, unbuckles the security belt, and she staggers to her feet to escape towards the restroom.

"Madam," someone yells, and before she can flee, a stranger is over her, presses her back into her seat. "You cannot get up, Madam, we're in the middle of takeoff, are you insane? Mr Cortlandt, Sir, could you please take care of your friend? She's endangering everyone."

There's more hands on her, Geoff's hands, on her shoulders, wrapped around her own hand, and he's talking over her, her own voice stuck in her throat. "Of course, I'm so sorry about her. She's a nervous flyer. You'd never want everyone on the plane in danger because of you, would you, Dany? We're going to get through this together, I promise. You just need to put your seatbelt back on."

"You got her?", the other man asks sharply.

It's all too much. The shaking of the plane, the hands all over her, the images, and Geoff, Geoff, Geoff, he's next to her, he's over her, he's inside her, 'my cock so deep in her throat that she couldn't breathe', she's dizzy and nauseous and nothing makes any sense.

"No," she whispers weakly, "No, I don't want this, please."

He's not leaving. His hands are on her hips now, almost tender, pulling at the seatbelt, locking her back in. "I know, but there's nowhere else to go. You're just going to have to endure. I'll stay right here with you the whole time, alright? You're not getting rid of me." 

Louder, to someone else, he adds. "I think I've got it from here. Thank you for your help."

The plane's rattling gets heavier, then stops, as it raises from the runway, pushing her back into her seat even deeper. 

Dany's whole body is trembling. Tears are catching in her lashes, but she's not even able to cry. "Why?" she whispers tonelessly.

Geoff whispers in her ear, one arm around her shoulders. "Why not? You were just a fling."

-

They stay like that, Dany locked in her seat, caught in her own body, Geoff leaning in over her, holding her hand in his like a friend would, until the plane has reached cruising altitude and the seatbelt lights turn off with a little ping.

Only then does Dany manage to shake her shoulder and brush his hand away from her. 

"I hate you."

Geoff settles back into his own seat, the grin on his face satisfied and smug. "Whatever helps you sleep at night." He pulls out his phone and opens his picture gallery. "Hey, want to see pictures of my pets?"

She can only shake her head tiredly. "I want you to die" 

"You first, princess." 

It's almost casual, almost like smalltalk, but it cuts deep. Peyton's words ring in her ears. 'If we hadn’t done what we did, you would be dead. Pieces of your body would have been hidden from here to Georgia, and no one would ever have found you.' Geoff had been ready to kill her. He'd not, he'd found another way, but he'd been close. 

"Don't call me princess," she says, even though she knows it's hollow and empty and he'll do whatever he wants anyway. It's easier to reply to that part of his line, than acknowledging the meaning of the other. 

He leans closer again anyway, swiping through pictures of a young Philipino person, sultry eyes thick with mascara and shadow as they watch the camera from repose in a king-sized bed. "This one's Lourdes. They're my latest, just got them a couple weeks ago. I always like to have one picture when they're brand new." He swipes again, and the next picture shows someone with similar features. This one, a young man, is hollow-eyed and clearly frightened as he sits stiffly on an ornate couch, hands clasped tightly between his knees. "See? They just... lose that spirit, after a while."

She doesn't want to look at his phone, but it's not like she can go anywhere. Pets are people, she thinks, she's said it so often, but she doesn't now. Because if anyone is aware of this, she's sure it's him. That's why he's showing her these pictures. Because they're people and because he enjoys to make them miserable. 

Like he enjoys to make her miserable.

You first. 

"You kill them," she says flatly. "Don't you? That's what you're going at with flashing this photo gallery at me." 

He glances around, as if to make sure no one is taking an undue interest in their conversation. "What a horrible thing to say! I love all of my pets. And they're all still with me in one way or another. But I wouldn't expect you to understand that bond, since you have none of your own. You're not very caring, are you, Dany? You flit through life without ever really taking anyone with you. It's why I didn't like seeing Peyton get caught up as your latest infatuation. You would have moved on eventually without a drop of care for what it did to him."

"I did move on," she says, carefully. There's something about the way he's phrased it that rubs her wrong. "He moved on, even before I did. Without a drop of care. You made sure of this." She chews her lip, processing what he's said. "What difference would if had made, if I had 'cared' for him?"

His phone screen darkens as he puts it away, voice turned into an angry hiss. "He deserves better! He actually liked you. 'Dany this' and 'Dany that'-- he sounded like he was twelve, discovering Emiliana all over again. And all you wanted was his dick."

His sudden anger is frightening. Still, it's more manageable than whatever mood that was he's been in before. "All he wanted was my body," Dany hisses back. "He didn't care about anything else. He didn't even care about my consent, for fuck's sake. And, he's married. He didn't deserve better. He just didn't deserve anything I ever gave him. He even handed me to you, to shove your fucking cock into me. What the fuck more did you want? For me to actually love him? Or for him to only have eyes for you?" 

"Please," he rolls his eyes. "His marriage is as real as the tits Valerian's always going on about getting someday. What I want--" He breaks off to smile, as the steward passes down the aisle. "What I want," he resumes in a whisper, plastering on a smile again, "is for you to be forgotten so entirely that it's as if you never existed. But I'd settle for getting off this plane."

Dany laughs, sudden, harsh, almost broken. She doesn't bother putting up an act, just stares at Geoff plainly, waits for him to meet her gaze. "You wouldn't ever get that," she says then. "Whatever Peyton does or does not forget about me, the problem is yourself, Geoff. Because wherever I am, whatever you do to me, you, you will remember there was someone else in Peyton's life, someone he couldn't get enough of, even while he had you." The corners of her lips pull up, almost a grin, but it's too desperate. "Which means you always lose."

The armrest creaks under his grip. His grin is a macabre stretch of lips over teeth. "Have a pleasant flight, Ms Hammond. Wherever you're going after this, I hope you reach your destination safely." 

He slips out of his seatbelt and grabs his jacket with clipped, angry force. 

This time, when he passes her, he keeps his distance. 

Dany doesn't turn around, when he passes her to go towards the back of the plane, just hears a whispered apology to someone else and the re-buckling of a seat belt. 

He's in front of her, when they disembark, walking away from the plane, from her with long, determined strides. Dany pulls out her phone. She still has Peyton's number. She never even bothered to block him. She's pretty sure he didn't either. 

*You're the one in danger, Peyton. You know he can't stop. And you're the centre of it all.*

*He'll kill you.*

*Take care.*

She puts the phone down and looks through the huge airport windows at the cloudy sky outside, before she adds,

*Or don't. I don't actually care.*

The messages are marked as read right away. He doesn't reply.

-

Just a few hundred meters away from her, Peyton Montgomery looks through the windows of his car, spotting the tall figure of his best friend stepping out of the airport doors. 

A quick flick of his thumb deletes Dany's messages. 

Geoff would never hurt him.

When Geoff gets into the car, Peyton's smile is as easy as ever.

[justplainwhump]

4. What's a hobby that they used to have that they miss?

for fling!Dany?

Thank you so much for asking! (From this list)

Dany (in the timeline of the Just A Fling AU) has given up several past hobbies in the course of pursuing her career in her father's company. She gave up competitive tennis and now plays only recreationally, and she does miss that feeling of being challenged and entirely rooted in the moment in a tournament, completely relying on her own skill.

She also gave up clubbing, mostly because of growing up, and she sometimes misses that, too, in a both different and similar way - being in the moment, but also being free and liberated, and connected to her friends in a way that just phased out with time and age. She was a bit reckless back then, and probably not always as ideal a person as she wants to be today, so she doesn't want that back; she just acknowledges that there were good feelings she felt at these times, that just aren't a part of her life today.

A bit of that liberty comes back in a good - probably even more healthy than back then - way, when she's by the side of @wildfaewhump party boi Peyton; but that will be smashed entirely after the events of the plot unfold.

[justplainwhump]

Character Intro / Masterpost

Danielle 'Dany' Hammond

Rich and confident daughter to a crime-lord-slash-businessman, designated heir to his business. Odd mix of ambitious and hedonistic. Semi professional tennis player, college student majoring in psychology, skilled negotiatior, surprisingly good at handling herself. Confident and determined. Afraid of knives. Aromantic. Freckles.

Currently ongoing story lines are Just A Fling and the BBU!AU Making Angel (both linked further below).

* marks the pieces that have been added since Aug 24.

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Just A Fling* (Peyton / Geoff / Dany)

Dany is 29, successful manager in her father's company, but a casual affair with Peyton Montgomery pulls her deep into the dangerous toxic friendship between Peyton and serial killer Geoff Cortlandt.

Tropes: consensual affair, noncon drugging, intimate whumper, dubcon, a lot of aftermath and coping, toxic relationship dynamics.

Collaboration with @wildfaewhump.

[Just A Fling Masterlist] *

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Princess (Ridley / Dany / B):

After her father is betrayed by those closest to him, 20 year old Dany is sold off as a prize and falls into the hands of mean man Ridley Lordin, who keeps her captive in his apartment alongside his WRU guard dog B (both characters belonging to @hackles-up ) and makes it his pet project to break her.

Tropes: intimate whumper, co-captives, pet whump [even though Dany isn't a WRU pet; but B is], lots of noncon/dubcon, forced relationship. Each post is tagged individually as well.

Before Ridley

[Run, Dany] with Frankie 

First Steps with Ridley

[Housekeeping] at Ridley's house

[Shower] at Ridley's house

[Hate] (torture and noncon) at Ridley's house, with Leo

[Lesson (prompt fill : collapse)] with Ridley and B

[Waiting] [Office Day (part 1)] (noncon elements; part 2 currently in planning) with Ridley

[Safe.]

Interlude at the casino

[Bodyguard] (cw noncon) [+ aftermath] with Frankie

Things are getting serious

[Almost (prompt fill: strangle)] with Ridley and B <- very very good, shouldn't miss this one

[Lights Out] written by moose

[Night Terrors (short prompt fill)] with Ridley

[Gift] with Ridley

[Slap (short prompt fill)] with Ridley

Escalation

[Alone together] with B, comfort and consensual spice between people that can't really give consent

[Game of Trust] with Ridley and B [continuation from Ridley/B PoV by moose ] &lt;;- this is easily the best post of the series but I'm afraid it works best if you're familiar with some context

[Not Fair] Ridley and B, written by moose

[Clinic]

[Plushie] prompt fill, with Ridley and B

[Dressing Room] with Felicity

[Smile. | Wedding ch. 1] with Leo and Ridley

[Break Room | Wedding interlude]

[Placeholder for more of the wedding]

[Celebration] with Ridley

[The Christmas Party arc] with Ridley (noncon) <- pure smut, explicit in the last part but even if you're only here for the noncon, it should really be read together

[Boring] with Ridley

Finale

[Lost] with Ridley and B

[Hold On] with Ridley and B

[Rebellion] with B

After Ridley (”The Ridley-Dies-Arc”)

[Turning Point] with B

[Not without B] with B

[Amends] with Frankie, Frankie PoV

[Passports] very short snippet, with Frankie

[Bad News] Lydia without Dany

[Ben] with Frankie and B

After Ridley (The Fighting Ring Arc; also has its own masterlist)

[Spotted] with B

[Words]

* [Food]

[Big Night]

* [Bull]

After Ridley (maybe canon)

[Blackmail]

Snippets (Canon)

There are several "intoxicated Dany" pieces in replies to asks, like this one [What would you do?]; all are tagged #drunk dany

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Shattered Diamonds

Dany is in her late 20s, career criminal in her father's company, married to Lorenzo, who enjoys his life as her spoiled trophy husband. But Dany's business follows her home, and Lorenzo gets taken hostage as leverage. The kidnappers are willing to break Danielle down entirely - and her pretty husband turns out to be the perfect tool to that end.

Tropes: forced to watch, mafia whump, abduction, whumpee x caretaker, noncon (m/m and m/f).

Collaboration with @ocean-blue-whump, extremely angsty short miniseries.

[Shattered Diamonds Masterlist]

[Lorenzo cooking] written by blue, standalone, fluff

[Bahamas] collab with blue, fluff and smut; Backstory

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Pet!Dany AU

Dany says no to a powerful rich man, but he knows how to get what he wants: Dany as his pet 'Angel', unable to say no ever again.

This turned into a huge, fully independent AU that focuses both on facility whump, but also Angels later recovery.

Developed with @angst-after-dark

*[Making an Angel Masterlist]

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Other / Abandoned AUs and drabbles

The Romeo and Juliet AU (in which Dany is free, raises in her ranks of her father's organisation and starts a doomed affair with another crime boss, with @painful-pooch)

[Juliet at his door] (trauma aftermath)

[Juliet in his bed] (trauma aftermath, a little nsfw)

[Empty]

[Knees] (Dany as a [step]mother)

Kidnapping Arc (abandoned)

[In the Woods]

Selene/Dany AU (abandoned, collab with @whump-ventures)

[First Meeting] written by Khal

[First Kiss]

[42wallaby-way-sydney]

@gangstertogangster​ so since we’re on a glee kick for the OCs, I figure now is about as good a time as any just to have more things that totally get said during domestic au lines.

Yelena: Veruchka that isn't how babies happen. Nika: Uh huh! You and mama are both girls and you have me! Yelena, eyes widening, sweats: ... Nika: Hey how did that happen anyway? Where do babies come from? Yelena, driving faster: Ask your mother. Nika: But you are my mother? Yelena: Ask your other mother! ~oOo~ Michael: Look, alcohol is an answer to any problem. It’s not always the best answer but it is an answer. So pass me my wine or not even God himself will be able to save you, Raphael! ~oOo~ Vasya: Nah, my Aunt Shauna loves Olive Garden. They have better bread. Michael: What’s wrong with my restaurant?! It’s authentic Italian! The real deal! Vasya: It isn’t Olive Garden’s. Duh. ~oOo~ Nika: Hey guys, do you mind if I ritualistically slaughter this chicken? Peyton, jaw dropped: Uh... yeah a bit. This is the stage where we’re, you know, about to have a musical practice. Not... make chicken nuggets. ~oOo~ Vasya: That bitch is crazy! He had me kidnapped! Adrian, looks away: ...  Alexei: Ohmygod... ~oOo~ Jack: Papa, where do babies come from? Vladimir: ... Russia and Spain. Matt: That is not- Vladimir: My babies came from Russia and Spain, Matvey! Matt: Well if you want to get technical! Jack was born in Hell’s Kitchen! You idiot! ~oOo~ Mariah: Oh, Misty. Lucille is just... such a delightful child... Misty: Thank you, Mariah. I just... adore Honor... Danny & Shades, both sighing: ... ~oOo~ Matt: What's wrong?! Why are you bleeding?! Vasya, crying: I think I have internal bleeding! Matt: Oh honey. Internal means it's on the inside. Vladimir, smacking the back of Matt's head: Asshole. ~oOo~ Lucille: Breathe in. Now breathe out. Breathe in. ... Jack. Dani. Wake up. Vasya: They don't like meditating very much. Jack, snoring: ... Danielle, snoring: ... ~oOo~ Karen: You taught her how to treat a hemorrhage but not a period?! Matt: I didn't think it was important?! ~oOo~ Taka: I’m like the Malcolm X of our community! ~oOo~ Jack: Hey Siri, what was it like being poor and Asian? Marie: Terrible from what I’ve heard from my grandma. Peyton: Well, the mangoes aren’t as good in America. ~oOo~ Toly: I love fencing. I get to make new friends then stab them. ~oOo~ Vasya: I think I'm dying! Matt: Honey we're all dying. Vladimir, smacks Matt on the back of the head: What is your fucking problem tonight?! ~oOo~ Ravdí: Peyton, when you asked us to choreograph a dance number for this musical, you did not say that it was for Maddie’s zombie love story. Peyton: Yeah! Isn’t it a great idea?! Maddie’s story makes for a great musical and with you and Vas making a dance, I think this will be a big hit! Vasya, staring at Jamie: ... uh huh. Got this.... Ravdí: ... fiiine. We’re choreographing a dance number for zombies in love. Let’s go, Vas. ~oOo~ Bucky, wearing galaxy print yoga pants: Look my pants are out of this world so shove it. Vladimir: ... damn that was good. High five, Yakov. ~oOo~ Honor: Richard, I can taste your axe body spray. Get off of me! ~oOo~ Vasya: Well a drunk Stalin called me and told me that if I wanted Russia, he’d just give it to me! Matt: ... we need new Sunday dinner topics... Shauna: Ooh! I got one! Vladimir! You smell like melted cheese! Jack, whispering to Toly: You owe me five bucks. Eight minutes in and they’re screaming at each other. Matt, sighing: This is fine... Anatoly: I have vodka. Do you want some? ~oOo~ Yelena: If that boy so much as touches her I am destroying him. Natasha: I've already thought of ways we can hide his body. Yelena: I love you so much. ~oOo~ Michael: Both of my girls could kick my ass without even blinking and I find it unbelievably amazing. ~oOo~ Brad: Ooh authentic Chinese food! Diane: It's not Chinese, it's Asian! André: ... ya'll bitches be trippin'. ~oOo~ Richard: So I talked to your sister about who's the boss on this group project. Jack: Uh huh. How'd that go exactly? Who's in charge on your project? Richard: ... it's still unclear. Jack: Right. My sister is in charge, isn't she? Richard, sighing: I can't tell her no. ~oOo~ Maddie: ... why is there a live bear in the house? Marci: What? ... Ahhh! Bear! ~oOo~ Vladimir, saluting lazily: Aye aye captain. Yelena, ugly snort laughs: Shut up Vova. ~oOo~ Bucky: So how's that Eurofest thing going? Vladimir, pausing: ... you mean Eurovision? Bucky, snapping his fingers: Yep! That's it. ... don't look at me like that. I was closer that time than I was earlier. Vladimir: ... this. Is true. I don't even know what you said earlier. ~oOo~ Toly: Hey, Al? Alexei: Yeah? Toly: What was that? Alexei: An icecream commercial. Toly: No the fuck it wasn’t! Don’t you lie to me! ~oOo~ Jack: So you love my sister? Michael: Sí, more than air. Why? Jack: Would you be willing to take a bullet for her? Michael: ... yes? Why? Jack: I'll see you at the pier later tonight, Moretti. ~oOo~ Alexei: Man if one more person tells me that I am appropriating my own got dang culture Imma beat someone's ass. ~oOo~ Richard: I can't believe you said that! If you weren't a lady, I'd deck you! Vasya: You try and I'll have you on your back so fast you'll think you're out on a date! ~oOo~ Raphael: Wait, wait, wait! Hold on. You’re dumping me? For him? Nika, rolling her eyes: No, I’m dumping you, period. And then I’m gonna be with him. Period. If... that’s okay with him, question mark. Francis: Totally. Exclamation point. Raphael: Oh puke. Parenthesis, bold, underline. Michael, holding Smolya: Snort laughing. ... period. Raphael: Why are you even here? Michael: This is my apartment! ~oOo~ Yelena, after explaining a plan: It’s brilliant, right? Vladimir: Not brilliant at all. Yelena: Thanks for being on board. Vladimir: No. Not on board. Yelena: It means a lot. Vladimir: Big mistake. Very big mistake. Yelena: This will be wonderful! Vladimir: We are going to die slow, painful deaths. ~oOo~ Yelena: You get them! Vladimir: No you go get them! Natasha: What is going on out here? Yelena: We thought- Vladimir: Ah! No! There was no 'we'! Yelena: Shut up! We thought that the girls needed some life lessons... Vladimir: It was Lena's idea. Matt: Don't you dare tell me that Vasya and Nika, who are small toddlers may I add, are somewhere up there on that 100 foot tall building! Yelena: Okay, we won't. Vladimir: ... again, her idea. ~oOo~ Vasya: Fuck you! Dimitri: Later. Now shut up. I was talking. ~oOo~ Jack: I want to kill those guys! Vladimir: No! Matt: What a shocking turn of events... Vladimir: I don’t want you to bloody your beautiful hands! I will do it! ~oOo~ Vladimir: Oh congrats! You’ve made my seven year old look like a whore! Shauna: I think she looks great! Vasya: I think I want a leather jacket and combat boots now! Matt, groaning: Our seven year old is joining the mafia! ~oOo~ Rikki: I am a chapstick lesbian- is that the proper term for this? Because I’m not a lipstick lesbian, I’m definitely not femme, but I’m not entirely butch either? So I think I identify as a chaptstick les- screw it. I identify as chapstick! Just chapstick! Darla: What kind of chaptstick though? Sasha: Is it cherry? Because I see you as a cherry. ~oOo~ Marie: I’m like a Little Ceaser’s Pizza. Always hot and ready to go. Jack: Oh my god... Peyton: You’re gross. And I hate you. ~oOo~ Alexei: Toly’s a crackhead. Toly: I am not! I’m a motha fucking ganster! Alexei: See? Smokes crack. Andrey: I’m seeing myself out of this argument. ~oOo~ Yelena: All these screaming babies and yelling mothers and angry dads and annoying teenagers. They make me want to shoot up this mall. Nika: You cannot say that in public! Yelena: Why not?! It’s my second amendment right to shoot up a shopping center! Nika: NO! ~oOo~ Darla: I’m not much into BDSM. If I wanted to be whipped and chained up I’d just go back in time. ~oOo~ Peyton: Oh my sweet, poor, Japanese cherry blossom... Taka: Thank you. ~oOo~ Michael: This person wants us to sing ‘Happy Birthday’ to them?! What?! Rahphael, snorts: That’s not happening. What do they think this is? Applebees?! ~oOo~ Peyton: It annoys me so much when people come here asking if we have a table and then get so offended when we don’t have them because of incoming reservations. Jamie: Honestly! What do they think this is?! Applebees?! We are a five star establishment! ~oOo~ Anatoly: You three better eat these pierogies! I didn’t starve in Utkin for you to deny yourselves food! Alexei, Toly, and Andrey, sighing: Yes, sir... ~oOo~ Bucky: You are a whole ass menace to society! Yelena: I will live. ~oOo~ Wesley: ... I’ve lost Maya. Fisk: Again, Wesley? Wesley, sighing: Unfortunately. ~oOo~ Lucy: I fear nothing. Not even god. Dani, Vasya, and Honor, watching her drink a smoothie: You’re disgusting. Jack: Can I have some of your smoothie? ~oOo~ Daisy: Being an inhuman is genetic. Vladimir: She gets this from your side of the family, Matthew! Daisy: But... you two adopt- Matt: I know. Don’t ask. Go with it. ~oOo~ Ian: Ugh, what do I take for hangovers? Darla: How horribly caucasian. Marie, snorts: Ha! Darla: Well isn’t it?! Marie, shrugging: I don’t know. I get the Asian flush so I take medicine before drinking. ~oOo~ Vladimir: I wonder what she’s going to buy... Matt: I wonder where she got the money... Jack: Vasi’s buying a bag of pepperoni! ~oOo~ Shauna: Look, we all know Toly won’t get into Harvard otherwise- Toly: What if I don’t want to go to Harvard?! Shauna: Ugh fine! Yale then! Toly: But mom- Shauna: Harvard or Yale Anatoly Jr! ~oOo~ Vasya: At least you all woke up in a bed! I woke up in the garbage! Jack: Okay. But. That’s nothing new. Nika, elbows him: Don’t be rude. ~oOo~ Sasha: I was in the dumpster! The dumpster! Rikki: My mom is blue! Darla: So I can see that this is a very stressful time for you both... ~oOo~ Dani: Lucy’s gonna be a minute. Vasya: Did she wake up in the trash too? Dani: No, she woke up half Asian. Lucy’s having a full blown identity crisis. ~oOo~ Vladimir: Your house is full! Full of sadness and emptiness! Yelena: Alright first off, you’re rude. Second, you’re a hoarder! ~oOo~ Sam: We don’t need this! Bucky: Sam, need and want are two different things. ~oOo~ Matt: I may not have vision but at least I have taste! ~oOo~ Vladimir: Ooh! For realsky?! Vasya: For suresky! ~oOo~ Anatoly: No son of mine is going to listen to shitty rap about doing cocaine! Alexei, thinking to himself: Please don’t tell mom... Anatoly: And Alexei Anatolyevitch! I am telling! Your mother! Alexei: Noooo!!!! ~oOo~ Therapist: Mr. Murdock, I think that Ms. Natchios may be one of your triggers. Matt: Please! I don’t have triggers! I am fine! Vladimir, snorts and coughs to cover it up: Okay. Elektra: Suuure you are Matthew. Matt: I will throw this chair at you, I swear to God! Don’t test me! ~oOo~ Shauna, lunging for Wesley: Augh! I can’t take it anymore! Vladimir, watching her punch Wesley: Shauna has earned my respect. Matt: It only took you five years to give it to her... ~oOo~ Jack: I’m so American that my favorite food is a McDonald’s cheeseburger! ~oOo~ Vladimir: If all your friends jumped off a cliff, would you?! Vasya: I dunno! Maybe if they invited me! Matt, slowly rubs his temples: ... I have a headache now... ~oOo~ Yelena: I drive like I have nothing to live for. Which I don’t really. Vladimir: Remind me to never drive near you with my children in the car. Natasha: And remind me to drive Nika around from now on. ~oOo~ Rikki: What do Asian parents beat their kids with? Francis: I don’t know. Textbooks? Ian: Rulers with F’s written on them? Jack: Slippers? Marie, glaring: I’m judging you all harshly. Jack: But are we wrong?! Marie: They feed us! Francis: Well that’s not a punishment. Marie: It is if you don’t like the thing they’re making you eat. ~oOo~ Vladimir: Has anyone seen my son?! He’s about yay tall! Clearly gay! But we haven’t had the talk yet! ~oOo~ Yelena: SHOW ME LOVE! SHOW ME LOVE! Nika: Mom... what is going on? Natasha, stirring her coffee: Oh just the usual amount of bullshit I deal with on a daily basis due to your other mother. ~oOo~ Maddie: I’m supposed to be in class. Ravdí: It’s okay, I’m supposed to be at work. ~oOo~ Darla: Oh what do I know?! Only what’s best for you! Rikki: I’m self destructive. Darla: I was just kidding. Rikki: I wasn’t. ~oOo~ Anatoly: How’s your dad’s restaurant doing? Alex: Very well. Alexei: Grandpa deletes bad reviews off his facebook so it only has five star reviews. He sees two stars, delete! Five star, it stays. Alex: He needs to fix the roof. Anatoly: ... what’s wrong with the roof? Alex: It’s old. Alexei: It leaks. Alex: The AC needs to be fixed too. Anatoly: What’s wrong with the AC? Alex: It’s old. Alexei: It’s broken. Shauna: ... I love your dad’s restaurant! ~oOo~ Vasya: Does anyone know if the damage control shampoo works on PTSD? Adrian: What about emotions? Asking for a friend. ~oOo~ Yelena: Oh god it’s missing! Natasha: What is? Yelena: The... the thing! Natasha, turning to face Yelena with baby Nika in her arms: What ‘thing’, Lenosha? Yelena, sighing in relief: Oh thank god, you found it. Natasha: ... you mean our daughter?! ~oOo~ Francis: A four letter word starting with ‘c’. Go! Rikki: Cock! Jack: Cunt! Rikki: Ooh! Nice one. Vasya: ... mine is corn. Nika: Well that’s adorable. Darla: Cute. ~oOo~ Vladimir: So it’s just a girls night? Vasya: Yeah, we’re just going to see a movie, grab a bite to eat, talk to the dead, and, if we have time, try to commit arson. Vladimir: Okay, have fun and don’t come back too late! Matt: ... after all that you just let her leave?! She said she’s going to commit arson, Vladimir! Vladimir: No, she said they’re going to try! They have to talk to the dead first, Matthew! ~oOo~ Matt, on the phone with Brett: Yeah, hey, if you get a call about a fire, can you give me a call? No reason. ~oOo~ Ravdí: Hey! I waterboarded myself! ~oOo~ Honor: This is a three day vacation! Lucy: Where are we supposed to be sleeping?! Richard: Well I just assumed you two would be inside each other. Jack, spits his drink out: ... ~oOo~ Vasya: So I met this girl at this coffee shop this morning- Honor: Oh no... No no no no. Vasi. You will not come out of this alive. Vasya: Uh... excuse me? Honor: She’s clearly a cannibal. Have you looked at yourself? You’re clearly an easy target. You’re a ballerina and very well marbled. If I were stuck on a deserted island with no food, I would absolutely eat you first. Literally everyone just stares: ... ~oOo~ AJ, the highschool art teacher, very clearly drunk: Listening to Brad talk is like listening to a horny bear claw into a chalkboard. I’m not pleased. Matt: ... well neither am I with that in mind. Shauna: I’m going to throw up. Bucky: God I love PTA meetings! ~oOo~ Honor: Gay kid! Alexei, blinks a lot: ... Honor: Asian girl! Marie: ... Marie. It’s not a hard name. Honor: Asian girl two! Peyton, inhaling deeply: ... she’s a kid. Breathe... Honor: Panda Express! Jamie: ... I swear to god... Honor: Weird twins! Rikki and Darla, blink and roll their eyes: ... Honor: Creepy incest twins! Jack and Vasya: ... we are not- Richard: Okay! So theater club meeting is in session now! ~oOo~ Ravdí: Sloppy babies! You’re all sloppy babies! Dani: Maybe we shouldn’t be calling the freshmen that. And give them encouraging words of wisdom instead? Ravdí: No! They keep dropping their flags! Again, babies! ~oOo~ Richard: Aren’t most of you gay? Honor: How dare you! ~oOo~ Ravdí: I’m sorry. All this time I’ve been treating you like an unpaid intern. When what I should have been doing is treating you like a paid intern. ~oOo~ Jack: Buenos dias, fuckboy! Ian, screaming shrilly: ... ~oOo~ Alexei: We’re all going to die someday. Well. Some of us. Toly: If you figure out immortality you have to share. Alexei: Uh. No. You’re annoying. Andrey: Will you share with me? Alexei: Maybe. ~oOo~ Alexei: Let’s come together! Like Voltron! Andrey: I’m the leg! Toly, rolling his eyes, softly but with feeling: ... fiiine. Losers. ~oOo~ Jack: I wrote this song for my sister! Vasya, closing her eyes, softly but with feeling: Ohgodno... Jack: I wrote this song to tell her that I’m always by her side! Even when we fight! Vladimir & Matt: Aww! ~oOo~ Andrey: Sometimes I feel like Ugolyok films me while in the shower and is waiting to sell the videos on Craigslist. Toly: ... what is wrong with you...? Alexei: ... I... uh... kay. ~oOo~ Lucy and Honor, trapped in an elevator, staring at a creepy puppet on a bike: ... What the ... hell... The puppet: Hello, girls. Let’s play a game. Lucy and Honor, banging on the door: Get us out of here! ~oOo~ Dani: You’re not letting them out of the elevator, are you? Richard: Nope. Not until they confess their feelings. Vasya: This is maniacal... I like this plan. Jack: You are all. So fucked up. ~oOo~ Maddie: I’m going to start projectile vomiting any second now... ~oOo~ The Principal of the highschool: I say we release the hounds into the school. Nick, the highschool science teacher, eyes wide: Let us not do that. AJ, the highschool art teacher: I think it might build character and therefore I veto Nick. ~oOo~ Ravdí, screaming as she runs down the hall: Why are there so many dogs in the hallways?! Vasya: This is the opposite of a problem! Francis: I love them all! Nika, climbing up the lockers, and hissing: Leave me alone! Unless you’re planning on eating my math homework! ~oOo~ Vasya: I will stop at nothing until you are homeless and drinking gutter water. Richard: Ouch. You’re rude.

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more conversations from domestic au

Vasya: Maddie, you're a better lawyer than me. Maddie: Okay. Vasya: ... Jamie, you're a better lawyer than me. Jamie: I know, sweetie. ~oOo~ Danny: Why can't you be more like Lucy?! She's meditating beautifully! Luke, pointing at Lucy: She's sleeping, Danny. Danny: ... well her form is perfect! ~oOo~ Darla: I'm going to be a bioengineer! Rikki: Psh. You nerd. ~oOo~ Bucky: Alright look here Sasha, yah lil shit! ~oOo~ Vladimir: Oh come on! Can't I just gauge my eyes out instead?! ~oOo~ Sam: It's okay! Dinosaurs are part bird right? And I speak to birds. So I can just go talk to them! Bucky: That sounds like a terrible idea... Sam, moving closer to the T-Rex, sweats: Okay yeah fUck this! Sam out! ~oOo~ Vladimir, kicking a dinosaur away: Don't fucking bite me you fucking heathens! ~oOo~ Sharon: Leila! Get off the damn table! ~oOo~ Matt: Look I'll lie to a lot of people but I won't lie to Jessica. Danny: Is it because she terrifies you too? Matt: It's because she terrifies me. ~oOo~ Sam: Hey Sharon! Your girlfriend is drunk and misses you! Leila, taking the phone from him: Shar bear! I miss you! Sharon: I miss you too sweetie! Leila: You should come home! Sharon: I can't right now sweetie! I'm on a mission! Leila: Oh... kick their asses, Shar bear! ~oOo~ Alex, trying and failing to kick Anatoly away: Bitch we just goin' to the store! Shauna, trying and failing to walk away: For god's sake, Anatoly! You are a grown ass man! ~oOo~ Vasya, amazed: Babe! You can kick my ass! ~oOo~ Jessica: Oh Dani! Danielle: Oh no what did I do?! Danny: Oh no what did I do?! ~oOo~ Natasha: Where are you going, dressed all nice like that? Nika: ... I’m eating Italian tonight? Yelena: ... was that some sort of euphemism? ~oOo~ Elektra: Helloooo, nurse! Claire: If you want to get laid, you're doing it wrong. ~oOo~ Vladimir: Yelena Jr.! Nika: That is not my name?! Vladimir: ... Natalia Jr.?! ~oOo~ Yelena, almost in tears: Natasha! Lisichka! We have adopted a monster! Natasha, holding three year old Nika: She didn't mean to eat your leftovers, lebedka. ~oOo~ Vladimir: Ugh I feel like I am carrying dead weight on my shoulders! Natasha: Well that may be the dead body you're currently holding. But that's just a guess. ~oOo~ Jack: Babe, what's your favorite kind of tea again? Marie: Jasmine. Why? Jack: Damn can a guy not ask his girl what her favorite kind of leaf soup is? ~oOo~ Michael: Oh bella! I bought you more leaf water! Jamie: You know 'tea' is quicker to say than 'leaf water', right? ~oOo~ Vladimir: Hold on. I am still trying to process that my children are alive and not in jail yet. ~oOo~ Jamie: I made you guys dinner! Michael: ... this is just a plate of red and green chili peppers? Jamie: I know what I said. Michael: ... thank you dear. Vasya: ... I'm so scared... ~oOo~ Luke: Ah yes my wife. One of the only people on this planet who can kick my ass. I love you, sweetie. ~oOo~ Vladimir: Your left! Left! No! Your other left! Matt: ... that would be my right, you idiot! ~oOo~ Shauna: So what'd you guys eat? Alexei: Well I ate Korean but Dad ate Indian. Alex, choking on her water: ... Anatoly: ... boy sometimes I just want to choke you... ~oOo~ Jamie: Go to hell. Go to hell, go to hell, go to hell! ~oOo~ Rikki: Sometimes I want drugs. But then I remember there's rehab and I go nah nah honey I'm good. ~oOo~ Michael: I'll write something nice on your tombstone, bella. ~oOo~ Yelena: We text like civilized people or we don't fucking text at all! Natasha: That is rich coming from you. ~oOo~ Jack, about Richard who won't shut up: Oh God. He's going to piss someone off and then I'm going to have to kill him and then everyone in this classroom is going to have to help me hide his body and I am too young to be dealing with this stress! ~oOo~ Alexei: Some dude was in our class smokin' somethin'. ~oOo~ Ian, striking poses: Take a picture of me! Take a picture of me! ~oOo~ Derrick, pointing to Richard: That your boyfriend? Vasya, scowling: No! Derrick, shrugging: You two look cute together. Vasya, gagging: No! ~oOo~ Darla: Rebecca. What is that on my bookshelf? Rikki: ... a cheeseburger wrapper... Darla: And why is it on my bookshelf? Rikki: 'Cause I missed the trash can... ~oOo~ Vladimir, holding a sleeping two year old Vasya: She uh... has your exact hair color. It's weird actually. Matt, slowly grinning goofily: You love me. Vladimir: Oh shut up. ~oOo~ Michael: Good lord sometimes I just want to kill all of you. ~oOo~ Michael: If I am succeeding let it be known it was purely out of spite. I hate my father and my older brother and I want them to be aware that I am better than them at everything. ~oOo~ Jamie: I want a cannoli. Vasya: Ravioli? Michael: Fucking hell... ~oOo~ Matt: I think my three year old just said he wants to fuck the dinner roll.  ~oOo~ Marie: No, I don't know kung fu! I do know how to whoop your ass though! ~oOo~ Peyton, fanning herself: Why is it so hot in here?! Jamie: Oh, sorry, Li. It's because I'm here. ~oOo~ Vasya: Daddy why is there a pretty girl doing your paperwork?! Matt: ... I didn't know she was pretty? Vasya: She's flipping gorgeous! I'm going to die! ~oOo~ Vasya: Ahhhhhh! Peyton: ... wow she has been screaming for five minutes straight. What a set of lungs. Nika: Should we stop her? Jack: Vas. Sestrichka. Stop. Vasya: ... the screaming wasn't internally? Jack: No, sis. It was external and loud. You've never been the best with keeping thoughts on the inside now that I think about it. ~oOo~ Richard, pointing to Jack: This is my friend. Jack, narrowing his eyes: Bitch you don't do this shit to your friends. You don't do friends like this. ~oOo~ Alexei: I just want to hit him once. Just once. Someone let me just fucking beat his ass! ~oOo~ Peyton: Well what do we do now? Jamie: We kill everyone. I'll start. Hand me a knife? Alexei: We are not killing anyone! You psychopath! Sit your butt down. ~oOo~ Fisk: Richard, you embarrass me. ~oOo~ Misty: Colleen! The girls are two! Why are you teaching them to play with katanas?! Colleen, shrugging: Practice for the future? Vladimir: Well I'm terrified. ~oOo~ Darla, yelling at Rikki: Oh yeah?! Well you're adopted! Sasha, pausing as he walks by their room: Well damn. No need to be rude! Rikki and Darla: Oops... ~oOo~ Jack: I don't think that's the proper use for a CPR dummy, Ravdí. ~oOo~ Alexei: No, I can’t even think a bad word or else my mom will descend from the heavens out of literally no where and begin beating my butt. Jamie: Yeah have you ever met our parents? I’d sooner jump in front of a train than think, let alone say, certain words. Peyton: I feel like I gotta clutch some pearls. Do that Catholic crossing thing. Pray for my soul. ~oOo~ Vasya: I got a scholarship. Matt: To Juliard? That's great, honey! Vasya: Uh no? Harvard. Matt, choking on his coffee: What?! ~oOo~ Nika: Hahaha! Suckers! ~oOo~ Sam: Oh her phone better be on or so help me god! Darla: She left it in her nightstand. Sam: Oh my god! Of course she did! ~oOo~ Lucille: Only child children unite! ~oOo~ Jack: Oh god! He's a thespian! He just gets worse! ~oOo~ Peyton: We can’t fight right now. Jamie: Ugh, you’re right. Not in front of the baby. Alexei: I love you two. ~oOo~ Darala: Rikki can you throw this away? Rikki: Psh, nigga nah. ~oOo~ Maddie: I... I think I'm dating Ian now? Like it started as rehearsal but then that kiss got intense. ~oOo~ Bucky: My child didn't run away to Europe! My child got a scholarship into science! Darla, studying and finally looking up: Huh? ~oOo~ Matt: Honey being a lawyer is hard. Vasya: What? No it's not. I've seen you work. ~oOo~ Jamie, forcing laughter: I will be on you like white on rice if you keep talkin' smack. So keep talkin'.

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more domestic au junk

Timeline with the oc babies and such

really I just don’t want to forget this so I’m jotting it down here I guess.

2000 - Nastya is born 2006 - Veles mafia is moving to Hell’s Kitchen. Luka is born. 2007 - Dimitri is born 2008 - Adrian is born 2009 - Grisha, Sasha, Nicholas are born 2010 - Nadya and Angelo are born 2011 - Michael is born 2012 - Yutaka (Taka), Alexei, Peyton, and Jamie are born 2014 - Sasha is adopted. Raphael is born.  2015 - Toly is born 2016 - Nika is born and later adopted. Vasya, Jack, Rikki, Darla, Patrick, Maddie, Ravdí, Ian, Richard, Lucy, Dani, Marie are born. 2017 - Andrey is born 2018 - Vasya is adopted 2019 - Jack is adopted 2024 - Alexei meets Anatoly 2025 - Peter is born 2026 - Nadya and Nastya begin communicating 2029 - Maddie is adopted

Briana and Matvei

- They keep their relationship a secret for a handful of years.

- Their sons, Nicholas and Patrick, don’t spend much time in the Veles garage with Luka, Nadya, and Grisha. Briana keeps her kids more around her life with the Kitchen Irish and Matvei agrees that this is the best thing for them. 

- Briana goes to the same church as Matt, they’re the same age.

- Briana puts Nick and Rick in Catholic school much to Matvei’s annoyance. He’s atheist and thinks Catholic school is ridiculous but if it makes Briana happy he’ll go with it.

Yuriko and Yuri

- Like Briana and Matvei they too keep their relationship a secret for a few years. It’s because of Yuri that Yuriko tries to leave the Yakuza, she wants to be with him, but before she could fake her death she’s caught.

- Yuriko tries to leave the Yakuza and nearly dies from it. Yuri takes her to a nurse who happens to live in the same apartment building as him, Linda, and she helps patch Yuriko up.

- Their son, Yutaka, doesn’t spend much time around the Veles garage either. He and Alexei become best friends in elementary school along with Jamie and Peyton.

Nastya Sharipova

- Even though she doesn’t remember her father or know anything about him, she ironically is much like him. She begins dabbling in mafia work by the time she’s 18.

- Is in Dimitri’s mafia.

- Goes by her mother’s last name.

- She and Nadya find each other when Nadya begins trying to find her. She’s excited to find she has an older sister and wants to meet her. Nastya is shocked to find she has a sister she never knew about but is excited none the less and the two begin texting and even calling.

Dimitri Volkov

- Born into the mafia. His father runs a section in St. Petersburg. 

- Is a big huge bag of dicks.

Adrian Stepichev

- Joins the mafia because of Dimitri dragging him into it. 

will probably do backstories for some of these peeps later at some point. ...maybe. yikes.