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anxiouslyfred · 3 years ago

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Janus Parents Who?

for @dukexietyweek‘s day 4 prompt ‘parents’

Summary: Remus and Virgil know they aren’t brothers, despite both thinking of Janus as their Dad. The argument over whose dad Janus actually is carries on through their childhoods, reconciling when Thomas accepts all his sides and eventually starting to Date. Janus just hopes there’s a final resolution to be found because the screaming is over dramatic.

Warnings: Caps Lock Screaming, arguments, spider mention,

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Janus had come out of his room some time after yelling had broken out. He knew from the start that raising and looking after Remus and Virgil would be a challenge, but had also realised within a few arguments of theirs that intervening at the beginning would only lengthen how long they might disagree for.

“Well now, you two seem to be perfectly at peace with each other. Whom shall I thank for the relaxing evening?” He got their attention in an instant, sarcasm dripping from his words.

“We aren't BROTHERS!” Remus screamed, flinging an arm towards Virgil in accusation. “You're MY DAD! Not HIS!”

“Janus was my Dad first. That means you're the adopted one!” Virgil hissed back, moving to tug on one of Janus's arms, eyes pleading for his side to be taken.

That was clearly the worst thing Janus could do. Taking either side would be bad, but letting Remus feel rejected so soon after losing his brother and the complete rejection of Thomas knowing him could quite possibly destroy what control he'd maintained.

“When did you two decide that you aren't brothers? So far as I was aware I have 2 children to look after and oh, look at this, there are 2 children living with me.” Janus played surprised, counting his fingers and then the other sides in the room. “We all know that no matter what my role is, mathematics doesn't lie.”

Today he would work soft words to calm the boys down, and try to figure out just why they no longer believed themselves to be brothers. Hopefully tomorrow he would know how to resolve the argument properly.

/jrv\

It had been a long time since Janus had seen that specific glare on Remus's face and despite the urgent summons from Patton that had brought him there, he was very tempted to just fetch something from the kitchen before going to hide.

“Janus is my Dad. You can't Have Him!” Remus growled out, and yep, the glare was for exactly the same reason it always had been. That sounded like Virgil had mentioned liking having him as a Dad once more so their old feud was beginning all over again.

“Dude, it was Roman who said Janus acts like my Dad and he's always been that to me anyway. You can't dictate who my Parent is.” Virgil had almost hit Roman in the gesture towards him while glaring at Remus.

Patton was already hurrying over, ever ready to try calming down any argument. “Come on kiddo's. Being a Dad to one person doesn't mean you can't be to someone else. I thought you liked each other now so why not try-”

“WE AREN'T BROTHERS!” Janus had yanked his hat down to cover his ears just in time to muffle the combined scream of Remus and Virgil. He'd still never got a good explanation over why that decision was made but had learnt a million times over not to question it.

“Yes, that's been blatantly obvious as long as I've know you both. You're as different as Roman and Remus, I'm sure.” Janus drawled, mostly just to get the attention away from Patton before he tried again to suggest they could be.

It was almost too predictable that both sides he'd raised immediately gestured to the other angrily. “Tell him I'm your son and he isn't!”

“Hang on, Remus is my brother. Should I be included in this argument or not?” Roman's question only caused more arguing between Virgil and Remus, things Janus had heard them say a million times.

Only after Logan had emerged wondering what all the noise was about did Janus realise the vehemence wasn't in the argument any more. It was almost like the pair were just arguing over who he was a parent to as a way to reconnect with each other. Perhaps he wouldn't ask Patton what to tell them about who he was a parent to; not just yet anyway.

/VJR\

Remus and Virgil starting to date should have settled the issue.

Seriously, Janus could not believe that they still wanted to know who he was a true parent to after all this time and was honestly convinced that no side was actually a parent to any other. It wouldn't make sense for there to be parental relationships among the sides, given they were all just parts of what made up Thomas Sanders.

One thing was clear though and that between Roman, Remus and Virgil there had been an agreement struck that they were the children of the family and all children must have parents. Perhaps it was something to do with how they used the imagination to create and resolve situations or something, but the trio were resolute. If only they could be equally resolute on who was their assigned parents.

“JANUS IS MY DAD! PRODIGAL SON IF YOUR GOING TO QUOTE THE FUCKING BIBLE AT ME!!” Virgil's scream broke through what had been a quiet afternoon as he stormed out of his room and down into the living room.

Remus was already giving chase though. “MINE! At least I stuck with him and listen to the rules he makes!”

“That doesn't make you his son, it makes you a fucking suck-up!”Virgil hissed back. “Besides families have arguments sometimes. Don't try to claim otherwise cause I've seen how you react to your dearest brother.”

As ever when Roman was mentioned in a vaguely complimentary way he spoke up, “Well how about that, I already have a Dad, so maybe Janus actually is Virgil's dad after all.”

Only a beat of silenced passed before Remus was screaming, wailing almost over being the rejected son, abandoned at birth, with Virgil wrapped around him and glaring for anybody to agree with Roman.

“No no no, Octospider, you weren't. You were always loved and I can't imagine anybody doing something like that. Janus must be your Dad, cause nobody could bare to lose a wonderful gremlin like you.” The crooning words made all the other sides, now all present after hearing the screams, freeze.

Patton had been moving forwards at Roman's reasoning to agree and make some dad jokes to try and finally settle the ongoing dispute, never thinking about what that would mean given the divide split the sides for most of Thomas's life. Now he could only hope Roman had some other idea that would calm them both down whenever the brother comment was actually questioned and glanced to Janus to check how he'd taken Virgil's change of heart.

Janus had already moved to join Virgil in holding Remus, “There we go Darling. I'm your Dad, and have always kept you with me. Nobody has been rejecting you here, just hoarding your madness all for myself. It was far to precious to even dream of sharing when you were younger.”

“B-b-b-But Patton Hates me and he's Roman's Dad, how – how can I be yours when my brother is his?” Remus managed to ask, burying himself in Virgil's hoodie after asking the question. It looked like there could be tentacles as well as arms tying Remus to his boyfriend as he continued to wail.

“Must have been a really messy break up, I guess. We're like Parent Swap twins. Janus and Patton had such a big falling out they each took one of us and vowed to never see each other again.” Roman mused, nodding encouragingly at the questioning glances he got from the 3 other sides still standing.

Virgil's arms tightened then, his eyeshadow lengthening on his face, even as he kept up soothing strokes over Remus's back. “So I was the abandoned child then?”

“We are all the same age, Virgil. I don't think any of us even have parents, let alone understand all this drama for seeking them out.” Logan began, only to be cut of by a small cheer Roman made.

“Adopted out, I believe. After all our teacher was far too focused on making Thomas learn all the things and discover even more for much of our youth, but as soon as you started becoming known to Thomas was more than ready to help you through your worries.” Roman had moved over to Logan's side while speaking, listing out his reasoning excitedly. “Therefore we must believe that Logan is your Dad, Dearest Nightmare, but found himself unable to care for you and help Thomas with learning everything a young mind can so asked if Janus might raise you instead.”

Remus peeked out of the hoodie now, glancing suspiciously from Logan to Virgil's face. “I copied my eyeshadow from you. You just started getting it some mornings. Was that cause you couldn't try to steal Logan's glasses? I can make you some now if you like?” He offered.

“No need. Though I guess we need to find some other random thing to argue over now. Who's the better kisser perhaps?” Virgil offered, snickering at the confused glances they were now being shot.

Remus just pulled him down into a kiss before darting away. “I already won that one. What other suggestions do you have?”

Virgil watched him leave getting to his feet after a moment. “Thanks for the solution Roman, but seriously, if you ever upset Remus by making him feel abandoned again all the spiders in the house will find their way to your room, possibly including the ones from the imagination too.” With those parting words he hurried to follow Remus.

“Young love?” Patton asked, somewhere between thinking the scene was adorable and wondering what on earth just happened. Janus could only nod, feeling exactly the same over the two sides he had raised.

At least there was some story over how they weren't brothers now.

#dukexiety #dukexietyweek2021 #remus sanders #virgil sanders #Janus Sanders #parent confusion #caps lock screaming #roman sanders #dad janus #patton sanders #creativitwins #logan sanders

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evakuality · 3 years ago

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Hanna, episode 7

1. It’s really interesting what they’re doing with Amira this whole season. It’s setting up to a whole lot of the stuff that happens in the later seasons really well. She suffers so many microaggressions all the time, and even here - she makes a joke about costumes parties and they all just swallow it. It’s a really vivid recognition all the way through of exactly how much Amira deals with on a daily basis. Considering we all know where this is leading, it’s difficult to watch, but also it’s good that they do this.

2. But oh yikes, this whole bunch of rumours swirling about Sam ‘making out’ with someone at the party is really well done. It’s pretty obvious that no-one genuinely knows - the only people who know what happened are Hanna and Sam (and ‘making out’ isn’t exactly how I’d describe it) so the rumours are all based on a love of gossip. Who knows how they started, but it’s obvious just how guilty Hanna feels. How awkward for her to be hearing this! Then her very very obvious ‘I have a boyfriend so it wasn't me!!’ move (very similar to Matteo’s in s3 in the discussion about homosexuality with Amira, which is illuminating - they both want to try to ‘prove’ something with these moves). Also, Kiki and her thing about Alex - it’s terrible how invested she is when it’s obvious that he’s being an asshole. The excuses she makes for him unfortunately ring true - this is exactly how people try to convince themselves of this sort of stuff. In reality it’s a shame the girls aren’t more forceful - they clearly want to say Kiki is being an idiot, but after Amira got shut down last time, it seems none of them is keen to be more explicit.

3. Ohhh poor Hanna. This thing has been eating at her and she had to tell someone about it. But choosing Matteo was NOT a good idea. I mean, we all know this is going badly (Snakesak is such an iconic take on the season that even if you forgot everything else, you’d remember that), but even without that, Matteo feels a bit more... I don’t know. Shifty? Somehow? There’s something really calculating in the way he examines her. Like, even without knowing what’s coming, there’s clearly something goin on in his head. With Isak it came out of the blue; he was set up much more supportive/innocent because they wanted the shock value when the reveal happened. But with Matteo there’s something different. I guess at least partly because most people watching would already know what’s coming so hiding it is less imperative. Hanna sees him as a friend and the only one she can tell, but it’s such a weird choice anyway (as it was in the original). He’s Jonas’s best friend. Like he says, why tell him? Even if he wasn’t a little snake, this is putting him in a really difficult place. Effectively this makes him choose between his best friend (who he’s kind of in love with even if she doesn’t know that) and his friend. Him choosing to let Jonas know wouldn’t be all that strange and it’s a big risk to take before she knows he sits in the ‘don’t tell’ camp. I am also baffled that they did this with other people in earshot. It could totally get out, even if this girl agrees she should keep quiet.

4. I really like this adaptation of the ‘claim’ Alex makes into ‘he told me I have a cute stomach’ instead of the hoodie thing in the original (though that works very well too). This way it’s much less overt and also it really plays into Kiki’s fears about her looks. We’ve seen small hints of her eating issues already, so this just adds to the weight of that. Specifically targeting a body part that girls can be sensitive about is clever - at first it can seem sweet, like he’s being so nice about something vulnerable, but then you can see he’s being very deliberate with that impression and it really hammers home the insecurities Kiki is already harbouring.

5. It’s a fascinating dynamic between all the girls in the argument about how Kiki should deal with Alex. I’m with Sam and Amira - stay above it and move on (tbh, Kiki should never have gone there in the first place, but she did so this is her current best option). But the fact that Mia is so strongly in favour of telling him he’s a dick is swaying Kiki. Of course, Mia is a strong person and from her it probably would feel empowered. But Kiki is, and always has been, far more innocent and vulnerable and sensitive. It doesn’t feel like (even without knowing where this goes) that this will go well for Kiki, and the fact that Mia doesn’t get that says a lot about her. I like this; it’s nice to see her not being quite right here - it sets her up for some growth as we move on. And super yikes when he tells Kiki to take a breath and she does. This, the importance she places on him, is exactly why this was a terrible idea, and why Mia’s encouragement was wrong. It’s easy for her - she’s not invested, and her failure to recognise the difference between her and Kiki is really important. And Alex is SUCH an asshole that this scene is so hard to watch. Kiki’s acting is superb in all these scenes and it’s so damn hard to watch her take in ‘you’re not worth it’ but as with the original, Mia’s ‘take down’ doesn’t land for me, probably because while Alex’s acting is far superior to William’s, there’s still a fundamental lack of caring about what she’s said. It doesn’t feel like saving face, but more a genuine lack of care. And this is why I really dislike this ‘William’ character; he doesn’t seem to care. I have said before that I’ve never watched Mia’s season because I cannot stand William in the original. So if I do watch I’ll be interested to see if they can make me like him better. So far, they’re not succeeding.

6. And just like that, we’re back to the soft, dreamy colours and shots of the start of the season. But there’s a harsher light coming in to some of the shots. particularly with Jonas and so it’s not comfortable. This is something on a precipice. The kissing is back and they’re reconnecting on that level, and it’s working again. The darkness is gone, but things are hovering still - that Sam stuff on her phone with Jonas in the background, slightly blurred but very overlit, adds to the sense of unease. You can feel something coming, even if it’s not obvious what that is.

7. Man this fight is so funny. I know I shouldn’t say that, and it’s a very serious moment for Hanna, but the slo-mo and the faces they make! And Amira’s moves! Kiki, full-on legs wrapped around this girl as they both collapse to the ground! Priceless. I do like the way the sound gradually fades out as Hanna’s realisation of what’s happening sets in. That’s really well done.

8. What a change from the earlier moment when Hanna woke with Jonas and they had their sweet little moment. Now we’re fairly tight in on her face as she keeps trying to get hold of him. It sucks a lot, and you can sense the anxiety and worry she’s feeling. Also, I do understand why she feels the way she does about all this, and why she leans on Matteo. Unlike earlier, here it makes sense for her to rely on Jonas’s best friend. He’s the one who has the best line in to Jonas when he’s staying so distant from Hanna. But wow his advice is truly shitty. On the surface it seems sensible, both times. Nah don’t tell him; it’ll only hurt him. Nah leave him be; he needs time and space. But in both instances it’s the complete opposite of how she should be acting. And in both cases, Matteo knows Jonas, he knows what he’s like and how he’ll act. This is so calculated. And he’s still in a space where he has little to lose. He feels like he can still ride the ‘hey I had their best interests at heart’ line and get out of it. I always felt like Isak was more opportunistic in his lying; saying and doing things in the moment. Whereas this really does feel like Matteo has thought it through more - that’s some difference in the way the two characters are presented and acted. But I like that it’s different, and his little hint of a smaile when she collapses on him - Isak seemed a lot more genuinely wrapped up in Eva and his face seemed more overwhelmed. But Matteo really seems to know what he’s doing. Also - sound mixing in this scene: top notch. I love that you can hear every swallow, every breath, every step, movement etc. It really heightens the tension right up til she gets Jonas’s ‘don’t call me’ text.

9. I said it before and I’ll say it again, Leonie’s savage pleasure in Hanna’s troubles is a real reflection on her - and not a good one. I really do get that she’s hurt, but this is vicious and she’s being awful! And Kiki - ugh, just be quiet child. Calling other girls sluts is pretty shitty.

10. I really like that Eva’s mother morphs into Hanna’s father. There’s a difference in this dynamic that builds on that difference. Eva and her mother seem closer, even while her mother isn’t around much. Hanna’s father just feels more absent emotionally, so these moments where he tries to be a dad fail because of that. It’s obvious that he cares for her and that he’s trying, but equally obvious that he just doesn’t know what she needs or how to approach her. Not that Eva’s mother was much better, but it was still a different sort of distance.

anyway, this is suuuuper long because so much happened in this episode. It’s packed with a lot of stuff and while some stuff is starting to resolve, there’s so much that’s hanging over their heads still. I like this one a lot, but I think it could have done with a little bit of breathing room. Maybe that one episode where it felt like things were waiting to happen could have picked up some of this heavy lifting. But either way, this one has a lot going for it and really does set us up for what’s coming in the next few.

#druck #og druck #hanna episode 7 #this one also got reallly long

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mfingenius · 5 years ago

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Hi there :) Could you maybe write a continuation of the fic where Draco is the son of Sirius and Remus? The first one was so precious and amazing! Thank you so much!

“Casablanca!” Draco says, in a moment of clarity.

“Yes!” Lily yells, jumping in glee, high-fiving Draco so hard his hand hurts.

“That’s not fair!” Harry exclaims, pulling a face. “The three of you are movie nerds, you obviously get them all!”

Remus smirks smugly. “And the songs, and the books?”

“Yeah,” Lily laughs. “Just admit it, you guys suck at this.”

Sirius, James, and Harry all grumble. They’ve had a weekly game night for as long as Draco can remember, and the teams are always the same; Draco, with Lily and Remus, and Harry with James and Sirius.

Draco’s team always kick’s Harry’s team’s arse at Pictionary.

“Fine,” James says childishly. “And you guys suck at Uno.”

“Excuse me?” Lily practically screeches. She gets very competitive - they all do - and during game night, there are no such thing as ‘husbands’ or ‘sons’. It’s just us and them, and it can get a bit out of hand.

“It’s our turn,” Harry grabs the marker from his dad and flips a page on the giant notebook; Draco does the same, and they both look at the same card. Mulan.

Perfect.

“I’m going to kick your arse, Potter.” Draco says, sticking his tongue out at Harry childishly.

“Bring it on, Lupin.” Harry smirks.

“Lupin-Black.” Sirius reminds them.

“Three, two, one, go!” Lily says. Draco begins drawing immediately.

“Movie!” Lily says. Draco nods. James and Sirius are also guessing, but Draco doesn’t listen; he’s sure they can get this.

“Warrior!” Remus says. “War?”

“Swords!” Lily says.

Draco nods and begins to draw Mulan’s face - he’s gotten quite good at drawing because of helping at the kindergarten - and his father immediately understands.

“Mulan!” He says.

“Yes!” Draco says, and Harry, Sirius, and James all groan.

“You’re cheating.” Sirius says, getting up to pour another glass of wine. He kisses Remus’s lips and Draco’s forehead on his way to the kitchen. “I don’t know how, but you’re cheating.”

“We’re not,” Remus tells him. “You just suck.”

“So much.” Lily agrees, and James grabs her waist and kisses her temple lightly. She smiles.

“We should play something else now.” Harry says.

The doorbell rings, and Draco drops himself on the couch next to Harry, stretching and laying across his lap to drape himself over the arm of the couch dramatically.

“Tired of losing, Potter?” he teases.

“You wish,” Harry sticks his tongue out at him, now, and the doorbell rings again.

“Draco, can you get that?” His dad calls from the kitchen, and Draco goes to the door and opens it.

“Yes?” He says, and trails off halfway through the word.

Draco knows he’s adopted; his dads have never hidden it from him. They answered all of his questions, back when Draco was six and curious about it. He’s not curious anymore; he knows everything he needs to know about his birth parents and his adoption. He knows how Narcissa Malfoy came to his dad’s doorstep one night and handed him the baby, telling him to take care of him before walking away.

He knows how his dads were only twenty one, his parents weren’t married yet, how they’d both been clueless, at the start. Knows that Lucius Malfoy was a drunk knows no one’s seen Narcissa Malfoy since the night she gave her baby to Sirius Black and Remus Lupin.

Draco doesn’t remember, but he knows Lucius Malfoy is responsible for the long scar that he has from his spine to his hip.

He knows Malfoy is in Azkaban.

Or was.

“Draco, who is it?” His dad calls from the kitchen.

“I, uh…” Draco trails off.

Lucius Malfoy is a regal man, elegant and poised even after spending sixteen years in Azkaban for domestic violence.

“Draco,” Lucius says, and his voice seems emotionless. “It’s been a long time.”

Draco doesn’t know what to respond, and he doesn’t have to, because suddenly there’s a hand on his shoulder.

“Lucius,” Draco has never heard his father’s voice sound colder. Remus is glaring, openly, an expression Draco’s not used to seeing on his face. “You got out of Azkaban?”

Inside, everyone’s gone quiet; his dad’s hand is on his other shoulder, suddenly, and when he looks back, everyone’s standing at the door, expressions somewhere between anger and disbelief. Harry mostly looks confused.

“Yes.” Lucius said. “A few weeks ago.”

“Good for you,” Sirius says, overtly cheerily. “Well, this was nice, but you’re not welcome here.”

And he goes to close the door. Lucius Malfoy stops it from closing with his cane. It has a snake handle, and it looks… intimidating. Everything about him is intimidating.

“I would like to reconnect with my son.” He says, voice still emotionless. “After all, he is my son.” Sirius opens his mouth, but Lucius continues. “I’m on parole. I’m clean. And I mean no harm.”

“Somehow, I don’t believe you.” Sirius says coldly.

“I don’t expect you to.” Lucius says. “And I don’t care. Draco is the one who should make the choice, not you.” And then everyone looks at him, and Draco’s entirely frozen, because what the fuck? “I’ll give you time to think it over.”

And he leaves.

Draco looks up at his dads helplessly.

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 4 years ago

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt 162

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Keith didn’t know what it was, but he just had the feeling something wasn’t right. It’d formed in the pit of his stomach until he was completely distracted by it. Staying to help the Garrett’s clean up the garage, Hunk drove him back home a little before five, teasing him over his absentmindness and the few small mistakes he’d made. Hunk’s teasing should have been annoying, still, Keith kind of felt better for it. They’d grown so comfortable around each other that they’d progressed into that side of friendship. Keith not hesitating to tease Hunk back just as a bad over the way he’d turned into a stammering mess when Shay had dropped by with muffins.

Pulling up at the house, Keith let out a long sigh of relief. He wanted a hot shower and to scrub his hands within an inch of their lives. Plucking leaving and gravel out the cold puddle where the pump was blocked had left his hands kind of gross. Both silently mutually agreeing Hunk would come in, they climbed from the car, jogging up to the front door as the rain started spitting again. Opening the door, Hunk let out a gasp as he stepped back with his hands raised. Rieva and Matt were both standing in the entrance area, both in their wolf forms and both looked ready to attack with their razor sharp teeth bared at them.

Rieva was the first to relax, shifting to her human form without caring she was very very naked

“Rieva!”

Hunk let out a strangled kind of groan as he covered his face

“Argh! You... you’re naked why are you naked?! Clothes. You need clothes!”

Keith nodded in agreement, his gaze on his feet. Stupid werewolves and their “pro-nudity”. Rieva huffing at the pair of them

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know who it was”

Yes, well, okay. She could shift back now, or at least find some modesty

“You do know! Put some clothes on!”

“Stop yelling. I’ve finally got Lance calmed back down and I don’t want the pair of you riling him up”

Keith’s brain blanked the fact Rieva was naked as he raised his head, then quickly used his hand to shield his eyes. Sniffing the air, Keith smelt something sweet lingering. That bad feeling in his stomach, dropped as if he’d missed the bottom step in a set of stairs. Moving on instinct, Keith strode towards the living room, jogging once he reached the doorway. Lance was curled up with Kosmo by his side, his boyfriend’s scent screaming at him

“Let him rest”

Rieva was between him and Lance in an instance. Lance’s scent should have set off the pair of werewolves. They should have called the moment Lance got upset

“Rieva”

“Keith, let him rest. I only just got him calmed back down”

Yeah. Good for her. Lance needed him and they all knew it. Resisting the urge to shove Rieva, because he wasn’t that stupid, Keith grit his teeth

“He’s upset! I can smell it. He smells like he’s in heat. He’s upset and not just a little bit. Fuck, I knew something was up”

“He’s resting. He needs his rest”

“Then let me take him up to our room”

“I think here is the best place for him”

“Ummm. Guys... Maybe we can talk about this?”

Matt sat near Hunk who’d taken half a step away from him. The poor guy had limited wolf experience with Matt and Rieva in their wolf forms

“I am sorry, Hunk. It would be better if you went home for the day. I need to have a conversation with Keith”

That was obvious. Rieva was on edge. Her posture stiff. Something big had happened, but that didn’t mean Hunk should be sent away

“Hunk’s Lance’s best friend... You don’t have to send him away when he’s worried for his bud”

“I’m right here... Rieva, it’s okay. My sisters came today. To ask for Mami’s rings back...”

Both? Both of them... here... in their house. What right they did they have? What bullshit had they stirred up? Did Luis come too? More importantly why hadn’t Lance reached out?

“Why didn’t you call me?”

“There were things that needed to be said”

Rieva sighed. Keith really, really wished she’d put clothes on. He’d be hearing it from Matt over looking at Rieva naked

“They brought the police with them. Lance was too kind to them both. I don’t care for them and I have warned them not to return here”

“Rieva, can you and Matt please go get dressed already. Keith, come sit down. Hunk, you can stay too if you don’t mind monopolising Keith for a little bit”

Hunk came over to them, stumbling as he tried not to look at Rieva

“Dude, I might go for now, but we’ll talk right?”

Lance nodded, holding his arms out for a hug which Hunk was happy to provide. The two besties hugging each other tightly

“Thanks, man. I’m okay. Rieva’s just being a bit overly protective and territorial. Want to come over for lunch tomorrow?”

“That’ll be great”

“Perfect. Bring Shay too, if she can come. I love you, bro”

“I love you, too. Let me know if you need me to bring anything”

“Just yourselves. Better message the gremlin too”

“I’ll talk to Pidge... but... uh... we’ll be wearing clothes tomorrow, won’t we?”

“Yeah, clothes will be worn. Rieva’s been back and forth between forms. She’s lucky it’s too horrible outside to kick them out”

“You wouldn’t anyway”

Lance snorted

“No. I wouldn’t. I’ll see you tomorrow”

“Sure thing”

Being Hunk, Keith was also hugged. Hunk giving him a look that said he expected an explanation yet was glad to be escaping way too much nudity and Rieva’s wrath. Keith wished he could take Lance and run from her too. He wasn’t equiped to deal with Rieva when she was acting this protective, also, it was his job to protect Lance and his job to be there for him. Rieva had done enough.

With Hunk taking his leave, Keith manhandled Kosmo off of Lance’s legs to sit beside his boyfriend. Lance as cute as ever as he sank into him

“You smell”

Maybe not that cute. No. He was cute, and also definitely experiencing heat like effects from the run in

“That happens when you spend the day playing pool boy and unblocking the damn pump. Do you want me to shower?”

“Not yet...”

Kissing the top of Lance’s hair, Lance nosed into Keith’s chest

“Okay. Are you okay? Did they... What the fuck happened?”

“Can you guys give us a little space? I know you’re going to hear us, but I need to talk to Keith and my ego is setting us all off”

Rieva gave Keith a nod

“I’ll leave him your hands. We’ll be in our room, come, Matthew”

Matt obediently trotted off, Rieva walking out behind him. Kosmo didn’t know what to do with himself. Patting the space beside him, Kosmo jumped up to lick at Keith’s face

“Stop it, you. Lie down already”

“Let him be. He missed you”

“Tell him that. God, those paws of his...”

Kosmo was best boy, until his paws went places paws really shouldn’t

“Kosmo, down!”

Jumping off the sofa, Kosmo huffed at Lance, then laid out on the floor in front of the sofa. Keith already knew Lance wore the pants in the relationship, but damn if Kosmo wasn’t as whipped as he was

“You’ve got him trained”

“Nah. He’s just happy to have you home. We both are”

Kissing Lance’s hair again, Keith nodded as he did

“I’m late again”

“I’m okay now. I’ve had time to... calm back down”

“Babe, I can smell you. You haven’t calmed down, plus, your sisters came”

“They did. Luis called the cops over Mami’s ring. He couldn’t come near me, shot himself in the foot taking out a restraining order”

“So he sent Veronica and Rachel to do his dirty work”

Lance sighed heavily, far too heavily for Keith’s heart to bare

“No. I mean, yes, but no. I had a panic attack after they left, but I also got to say a lot of things I wanted to Vee”

Veronica being called “Vee” seemed intimate. That his sisters came and that Luis was still harping on about Mami’s ring was ridiculous

“They shouldn’t be dragging you in”

“I was mad, but I know the police. Pidge didn’t always get all the permissions she needed, but they’re solid. I was mad and then I kept thinking about it. I don’t think Vee... I don’t think she wanted to antagonise me. I think she... I think she actually wanted to hear about Mami’s last days but didn’t want to go against Luis. I think maybe if I were to talk to her, that maybe she wouldn’t ignore me”

That went against everything Keith thought he knew about Lance’s sibling dynamic

“That’s...”

“Surprising. I know. Rachel still hates me as much as ever. She was the one who came, Rieva kept her eye on her. She also asked them to leave”

“You didn’t?”

Lance had the habit of having to talk... but to talk to his siblings who’d treated him so cruelly over the years, that must have really fucking sucked

“I did but Vee needed to hear what I had to say. I think she... when they left... I fell apart again. About never hearing from them ever again. I know I’m not making sense. I told them to forget me and to be happy. Them knowing everything would only hurt them more. I keep... I keep trying to cut them off. To move on. I can’t forget what they did and I can’t forget the times when we were happy. I heard so many stories in Cuba that I felt kind of reconnected with them again, but they don’t want me”

Taking Lance by the chin, Keith tilted his boyfriend’s head up

“You’ve done more than enough. You’ve given more than you have to give. Anyone would understand if you threw them out without a second thought”

Keith would have. He’d never hit a girl who wasn’t a supernatural being, yet he sure as heck would have lost his temper at the pair of them for using Lance. They were lucky to have left before he came home

“I couldn’t do that. They’re Mami’s children. I don’t know what the next step is. I told Vee I’d send her some photos from Cuba. With everything happening I never got Coran to look at my phone. I just... I wish it didn’t have to hurt this badly. I’m meant to be relaxing ahead of our trip to see your dad”

Their three day trip. Lance asked if he’d wanted to go for longer, Keith didn’t want to stray too far from home too long in case there were complications with Lance’s pregnancy. He, Shiro and Lance were going. Krolia... he wasn’t completely sure on. That afternoon had been so long and so much said. Curtis’s demon issue had been pushed back, Coran having to recalculate the new best day which fell late in March, though there calculations and all kind of stuff that went over Keith’s head. All of them wanted to push the trip back for his sake, yet Curtis refused, Lance upset for his friend. Now they’d be leaving on the 5th of March... as a solid maybe with a more than likely yes unless they changed plans again which could happen seeing their group chat was filled with plans. Theoretically if Lance was to go into labour during their trip there was a chance the twins would survive, none of them wanted to take that chance though. February really needed not to be ending so damn fast.

“My dad would rather you be safe and everything be alright”

Keith hoped so at least. They seemed to be the right words as Lance gave him a soft smile

“I hope they’re okay. I want to bake as long as possible before popping”

“I know. But we need to be as careful as possible. I really wish you’d let me take you to Coran”

“And I really wish you’d fuck me on the sofa”

Lance blinked at him. Keith blinking back. Okay... Here he thought Lance was settling, but that would be a big fat nope

“You’re having symptoms still”

Lance blushed hard

“I didn’t... fuck. I’m sorry, that just slipped out. Babe, false contractions happen. It’s not a medical emergency you need to rush me to Coran in the middle of the night over”

“I’m allowed to worry”

How was he supposed to know the difference between something like that and something serious? He wasn’t the one who was pregnant. He wasn’t the one who’s body could turn traitor. All he could do was worry

“I know you worry. You’re right. I am. It was bad before. My ego set off Matt’s and Rieva’s, serving to upset mine further. The fact I told my siblings to forget I exist and to never come back... I can’t believe I said it. I felt alone again. It’s so stupid. I have more of a family in you and our friends than I have with them. Rachel seemed ready to puke over my pregnancy. Vee barely seemed to care. She even asked me if you hurt me, like she cared”

“I don’t know what to say about that. Is your heat bad?”

He didn’t know how to “biological sibling”. They were weird. Shiro was weird enough as I was. Lowering his gaze, Lance mumbled

“It’s not great. I’m sure it was affecting Matt and Rieva. Honestly my head’s such a damn mess. I’m horny as hell, and content now you’re home. It’s embarrassing”

“You can’t control it. Plus, I’m sure Matt and Rieva wouldn’t mind taking a half an hour drive”

“I’m not throwing them out my house. That’s mean. All they did was try to comfort me. Rachel didn’t know where to look when Rieva turned back and she was all naked”

Keith definitely felt he was owed some form of compensation for having to face a naked Rieva

“I didn’t know where to look. I didn’t even want to look. If they’re affected too, maybe they should go work it out elsewhere... somewhere they won’t have to listen to us?”

“Babe... It’ll pass”

“We both know sometimes it doesn’t and you’re left on edge like this for hours. Being intimate isn’t about you being in pain over something that you don’t have control of”

Lance snuggled into him, hand dipping between Keith’s thighs suggestively

“I love that you love you. But I can’t kick them out”

“Then we’ll just have to be quiet”

“Nope! We’re going! Save your horny!”

Dragging Rieva along, Matt yelled at them as he stuck his head in the room. Lance couldn’t have been more embarrassed if he tried. Rieva finally had clothes on, explaining

“Sorry. Lance’s scent set our egos off, he’s right. Lance, enjoy your heat, Keith knows I will break him if he hurts you. We’ll come back after dinner with Pidge. I think that will be best for all egos”

Lance’s tone wobbled as he replied

“I’m sorry, guys. Thank you for being here today. Egos can be a total pain in the arse”

“We’d never hold this against a pack member. Matthew, let’s go already”

Left alone, Lance sighed at him. Clearly a disappointed sigh

“I can’t believe we kicked them out so we could have sex”

At least they’d left. When he and Lance couldn’t leave they had to pull out their noise cancelling headphones or risk hearing way too much. Keith wasn’t so much concerned with having sex as he was worried about Lance being stuck in a state where his body wasn’t listening. Lance would never push sex on him, and Keith was only human. A human with a high sex drive for that glorious arse, even at the worst of times

“Actually I kind of wanted to kick them out sooner so I could talk to privately about your sisters. I smelt you from the doorway. All afternoon I felt like something was wrong. Hunk teased me about it”

Instead of laughing or snorting at him, Lance raised an eyebrow

“Babe, would you rather talk about that or go have a shower before you have your wicked way with me?”

“I’d rather make sure you’re doing okay mentally before pushing anything physical”

“I’m better now I’ve calmed down and thought about it, but I’m also wet as fuck and trying to cope with that too”

Keith groaned at Lance. He was trying to give his boyfriend the out if he felt he needed it

“That’s not fair”

Lance fell silent for several exceptionally long moments that made Keith feel like maybe he’d done something wrong or Lance was worrying about him not being in the mood and felt the decision forced

“Babe?”

Lance sucked in a shaky breath

“You’re... you’re my family... right?”

“Oh, babe. Of course I am. You’re my family. You, our boys, my family”

“I love you so much, Keith. So much. I’m sorry I didn’t call, I wasn’t in the right frame of mind when they left. Plus you saw how protective Matt and Rieva were. If something happened to you, even by accident...”

“Nothings going to happen. I’m going to take a shower and then I’m going to come back and make you feel amazing”

“I’d like that. And cuddles after?”

“As many as you can stand”

#once bitten twice stupid #oncestupidtwicestupid #ashratherose

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Finding Friends

Including @HisTeenDream @WorkOutTheKinks @SassInScrubs

Lux: Thanks. I appreciate your time. [She shook the man’s hand and then watched him leave. He’d given her a decent estimate on the window, and was planning to come and fix it in the next day or so. After watching him leave, she got back into her car and left for the hospital to go and visit with her dad. The drive wasn’t long, and she was there in a few minutes. Once she’d parked, she hurried into the hospital, got her visitor’s badge, and went upstairs to her father’s room. She was hopeful that he’d be discharged today.]

Berlyn: [She had been going through her schedule for her impatient physical therapy sessions when she came across Mr. Wilder’s name. She smiled as she checked her watch and had decided to head up a little early. He was a funny man. And she always enjoyed getting to have sessions with him though she wished more than anything that his visits for treatments would decrease because of remission. But they hadn’t been that lucky. Yet. She also had enjoyed the days when Lux was there. She would give her dad a hard time, but encourage him all the same. It was such a blessing to see him light up when she would visit. She lifted her hand, knocking on the door before she entered.] Hey Mr. Wilder. How are you feeling today? [She grinned as she saw Lux too.] Hey girl...how’s our guy doing?

Londyn: [She was pulling a double in oncology, and she felt pretty tired. But the work was worth it. She was heading down the hall when she saw her sister head into Mr. Wilder’s room. She knew that he was going to be going home either today or tomorrow, and it was rare that she had the chance to speak to her sister while they were on the clock so she headed in after her with a smile.] Getting your therapy today, Mr. Wilder? [She smiled as he told both her and Berlyn to call him Eric. She smiled at Lux.] Good to see you here again. Did you just get in? [She looked at Berlyn.] Don’t go easy on him. He’s stronger than he looks.

Lux: [She was telling her dad about the estimate on the window when his physical therapist and his favorite oncology nurse came in. Twins. Identical twin sisters. She smiled at them as they came in.] Well, he seems to be doing pretty good today. Ate a little more this morning he said. And I’m going to go and get him some lunch too. How are you two doing? [She sat in the chair nearest her dad as the Winters sisters glanced at her dad’s chart.]

Berlyn: [She laughed at both her sister and Eric. She shook her head.] You really need to eat for your daughter, Eric. She’s only giving you the best advice. [She smiled and then looked over at Lux.] I’m doing well, thanks for asking. Just ready to get this guy home so we can work on some breathing exercises. [She grinned at him.] How are you, love?

Londyn: [She did a little check on Eric, just to make sure he was breathing alright, that his vitals were good and stable before Berlyn got to work on him. She stood near Lux’s chair.] Lunch sounds good, especially if it isn’t coming from here, right? And you know...the more you eat, the stronger you get, and the sooner you can head home. [She laughed softly and then nodded.] Berlyn and I are good. Just working pretty hard. Pulling doubles every now and again.

Lux: Well, I know you guys work hard. I always see you guys buzzing around the halls. [She smiled and then nodded.] Mhmm. It’s dad’s choice. Whatever he wants for lunch, I’m going to go get. [She wet her lips, ready to answer Berlyn’s question when her dad chimed in saying how she had a new boyfriend.] Dad…[She shook her head and smiled.] Hank isn’t really new in my life at all.

Berlyn: [She grinned and shook her head.] Listen to this...you’re seriously spoiled! [She nodded her head as she started to work with his ankle joint. But when he blurted out about Lux having a boyfriend now, she looked over at her and grinned.] What?! Girl, you’ve got the gossip. /And/ your daddy is the one sharing it? Honey, have we told you nothing about how much we enjoy hearing the goods? [She laughed softly and moved onto his other foot.] We’re just gonna get some reflexology in this time, Eric. We’ll do more serious work at home, alright?

Londyn: [She laughed as Eric outed his daughter.] Uh oh! [She laughed and shook her head.] Hank, huh? Who’s Hank? Berlyn and I wanna know all about him. And look at that smile on dad’s face over there. I take it you approve? [She lifted a brow as she took a few more minutes in the room with her sister, Lux, and Mr. Wilder.]

Lux: [She laughed softly, shaking her head.] Hank’s a guy I’ve known for years. We went to high school together. We were always friends. But we reconnected when I moved back here. [She smiled and lifted a shoulder.] Yeah, dad approves. He likes Hank. They’ve been hanging out while I was in college. And you know I’ll give you details. Just…[She pointed at her dad and shook her head as though to say not in front of him. Looking at Berlyn and Londyn, she couldn’t help but draw comparisons. They were close. They were twins. And Nic and Nash were close. Like brothers. Londyn and Berlyn were gorgeous girls. They definitely qualified as lovely ladies. And they were smart and ambitious with careers of their own.] Do you girls...I mean can you take a lunch break at the same time? Maybe we could all get some food outside the hospital. And I could bring dad back something.

Berlyn: [She grinned and then bounced her brows.] Hank’s a good name. [She nodded her head when Londyn pointed out that Eric seemed fine with Hank. She wet her lips and smiled.] Of course we can. We’re from different departments. But even if we weren’t...I’d like to see them try to get us to not do something together...they can’t even tell us apart. [She laughed softly and then gave Eric’s leg a squeeze.] When I come back, you gonna work on arms with me?

Londyn: Lunch break...who am I kidding? /Any/ break sounds like a piece of heaven to me. Are you ready now? Cause...we can go now. [She laughed as Berlyn finished up with Mr. Wilder for now, his lower extremities done.] I think upper body’d be great. And remember, she’s gonna make sure you know all those breathing exercises too. [She smiled, looking at Lux.] I just need to clock out for break. Give me five minutes, OK? We’ll meet out in the hall by the door?

Lux: [She smiled when she saw the look on her dad’s face. He seemed pleased that she was going to be having lunch with friends. She hadn’t done much of that since she’d moved back. Hadn’t taken a lot of time for herself. But she didn’t mind.] Alright. Meet out in the hall in five then. [She watched Londyn and Berlyn leave the room, and she looked at her dad.] So tell me, dad, what do you want for lunch?

Berlyn: [She grinned and nodded when Eric said he was more than happy to do that. She tugged her sister’s scrub sleeve and the two of them headed out into the hall. She shook her head.] Wanna come down with me to get my bag? I’ll treat us today. You got last time. [She smiled.] And just for the record, I’m glad she’s seeing someone. Every day she’s here. Every day she’s sinking deeper into her emotions without finding any kind of happy. /But/ Eric is stable. And that’s a huge positive. Especially considering his treatment response….has anything changed there?

Londyn: [She walked out of the room with Berlyn after agreeing to meet Lux outside the door. She was a nice girl who had a lot going on in her life at the moment. Looking at her sister, she smiled and nodded.] Yeah, I’ll go with. Give me just a second. [She hurried behind the nurse’s station to make sure everyone knew she was on break before walking downstairs with her sister to get her bag.] Yeah, I hope the guy’s a good guy. She deserves some happy after all the stuff with her dad. Well…[She looked at her sister.] he isn’t in remission yet, but the latest tests showed a shrinking of the mass in his lungs by a few millimeters. It’s good news, but not the news they want to hear, you know?

Lux: [She kissed her dad on the head and then headed out into the hall to wait for Berlyn and Londyn. It took them a few minutes to make it back up to her dad’s floor, but once she saw them, she started walking toward them, her purse on her arm.] Well, my dad’s requested either The Jerk Shack or Big Bib BBQ. Either of those OK with you two?

Berlyn: But it is good news, Lon. Not responding and getting worse would be news they don’t want to hear. [After grabbing her bag, the two of them made it back to meet up with Lux and she heard their options.] Oh...girl...hmmm. And if those are our choices, he has to be getting his appetite back, those are some seriously flavor explosions. [She laughed softly.] I vote for Big Bib.

Londyn: I know...it’s just hard because I don’t want them to get their hopes up just yet. You know how this goes. Maybe I’m just jaded. [She gave her twin a small smile and then hurried to grab her things. Once they were back up on the floor, she saw Lux coming toward them. She looked at her sister, she knew what she’d choose. She nodded.] That’s fine with me. Can’t go wrong with Texas BBQ. And on the way there, we can discuss this Hank of yours. [She laughed as they got onto the elevator, heading down to the first floor.]

Lux: [She nodded with a smile.] Sounds good to me. I love BBQ. [She got into the elevator with the twins and then headed out to the garage to get to her car.] Well, what would you like to know? Hank’s an officer with the SAPD. And he’s in the middle of taking tests to join SWAT. He’s a sweetheart. Always has been. [She smiled as they reached her car, all of them piling in to head out to the BBQ joint.] We actually reconnected in a really crappy way. Dad’s house was broken into and Hank was the responding officer.

Berlyn: Wow...no way! Broken into? Was everything alright? I’m sorry, that just sucks. And I can’t stand people doing things like that. It’s like, work for your own belongings. [She shook her head.] Oh...so he’s a cop, but he’s got ambition? That’s a good thing. [She grinned.] A little danger, a little blue collar. [She laughed softly.] A man in uniform isn’t a bad thing. What’s he look like?

Londyn: [She shook her head, her brow furrowing as Lux mentioned her father’s house getting broken into.] I swear, what’s wrong with people? Like...your dad is having a hard enough time without having to worry about his property being damaged or stolen and worrying about his daughter’s safety. But at least I guess something good came from it, huh? [She smiled and then laughed.] I was getting ready to ask the same thing!

Lux: [She drove out of the garage and toward the restaurant.] Yeah...it was really upsetting. Coming home to see that. All my dad’s meds were missing. His gun. They even took some of our kitchen appliances. [She shook her head with a sigh.] And my cello. [She smiled when Berlyn and Londyn started talking about Hank.] Yeah, he’s a great guy. And he’s going after something he really wants. He’s going to get it too. [She looked at the twins.] Gorgeous. That’s how he looks. Brown hair, brownish green eyes, the most adorable smile. And y’all...the arms? The chest? Shoulders? All there. And he has a few tattoos too. What about you two? Are you guys seeing anybody?

Berlyn: [She shook her head.] That’s horrible. Taking a man’s cancer meds? They don’t even have street value. That’s just terrible. [She sighed.] I hate the way it seems like things just kick you when you’re down. [She listened to Lux talk about Hank and she grinned.] Well, sounds like you like him a lot, huh? Get’s that engine going. [She laughed softly and shook her head.] Me? No...I haven’t dated in a few years. These jerks out here...just be glad you found yourself a good one.

Londyn: [She hated that someone had broken into their home and taken their things. Taken medication and a gun and Lux’s cello. She had heard Mr. Wilder talk about how beautifully she played. But then she started describing her new man, and she laughed.] Well, he sounds pretty hot. [She scoffed.] Me? No. All I do is work really. I haven’t had time to meet anyone, get to know them, or anything like that. And like Bery said...guys out there are shit. [She laughed as they pulled up outside of Big Bib BBQ.] I’m starved.

Lux: [She parked the car and then nodded.] Oh yeah, he definitely gets me going. He’s…[She blew out a breath and then laughed, her cheeks a little pink. After getting out of the car, they headed inside the restaurant, got themselves a table and started to look over the menu. She bit her lip as she looked up at the twins.] Well...you know...I know you’re both busy and everything, but if you guys were interested...Hank has a couple SWAT friends that I could introduce you both to. No pressure though. [She lifted her hands in submission, not wanting them to feel put on the spot, to feel like they had to accept. She ordered herself a Coca Cola, the brisket stuffed baked potato, baby back ribs, a side of potato salad, and the peach cobbler.]

Berlyn: [She laughed at how red Lux’s cheeks were.] Awe...look at that. That’s actually really sweet. [She looked from Lux to her sister.] Uh...seriously? [She shook her head.] Friends, huh? And they’re also men in uniform? [She grinned and shook her head before she ordered.] I’m gonna have the brisket, jalapeno sausage, pulled pork and potato salad. That’s it for me. [She looked at Londyn.] What? I’m hungry. I didn’t eat breakfast. [She laughed.]

Londyn: [She laughed.] It is sweet. I want a guy who makes me blush and shit. [She huffed out a breath and then lifted her brows as she heard Lux ask if she and Berlyn would like to meet some of Hank’s friends.] So these guys are part of SWAT? Are they cute? Not to sound shallow but…[She laughed a little.] Tell us about them. [She looked at Berlyn as she ordered.] Nothing. You get it, girl. I’ll take a Sprite, the lean brisket, sweet potato casserole, and the green beans please. Oh...and an order of banana pudding. Thanks.

Lux: [Before the server left, she put in a to go order of brisket, jalapeno sausage, sweet potato casserole, and greens for her dad. Once everyone had ordered, she went back to talking about Hank’s friends.] Yeah, seriously. If you guys are interested in meeting them that is. I mean...I’ve briefly met them. They’ve been in SWAT for awhile. They’re partners. And yeah, I’m sure they have uniforms. [She laughed a little.] But they’re Nic and Nash. And they’re both pretty cute. Definitely on the tasty side. One’s got tattoos and he’s a little quieter and more mysterious. The other’s loud and proud. He’s a goof, but not in a stupid way. Both have dark hair. Nic has...blue eyes I think. Nash has like a...hazel color. Greenish. They seem like nice guys. We talked about all of us celebrating once Hank’s spot in SWAT is secured. If you guys wanted to...show up...I’m sure they wouldn’t be hating it. [She smiled with a shrug.]

Berlyn: [Her brows lifted as she started to talk about these other guys since Londyn asked about them. And she was interested in knowing that too. She lifted her brows a bit and laughed.] Oh...that’s interesting. [She grinned.] See...I’m the quieter of the two. We both know that. [She laughed softly.] But…[She shook her head.] a blue-eyed loud and proud man who’s also into protecting and serving? Yeah...that’s much more up my alley I think. [She laughed.] So...his name is Nic? Short for anything?

Londyn: [She arched a brow, the server bringing their drinks. She sipped on her Sprite for a few seconds before speaking.] That’s fine. I can totally handle a tattooed mystery man. I mean...what they do? That alone has to be seriously interesting. [She glanced at her sister before speaking.] You let us know when you guys are ready for the celebration. I think Berlyn and I might just be interested in showing up and meeting these guys.

Lux: [She laughed at the way Berlyn and Londyn were already picking and choosing who would be getting Nic and who would be getting Nash. Sight unseen mind you. She took a sip of her coke and then nodded.] Yeah, it’s short for...Nicolae. Hank said he’s Romanian. Hank said they’re best friends, more like brothers. And...well, they did ask if I had any friends. So...clearly they’re both single.

Berlyn: [Her brow lifted when she said he was Romanian.] Well, that’s even more interesting, isn’t it? He’s a member of law enforcement, has a sexy little name that rolls off the tongue. [She laughed and sipped her lemon water.] Well, either that or they’re just assholes who are just looking for some side chicks. Wouldn’t be the first time, you know? [She sighed.] I just hope these are good guys, but like Lon said. I’d be willing to meet up with them. At least make some friends, right?

Londyn: [She looked from Berlyn to Lux.] You don’t think Hank would be OK with that, do you? You know...hooking two guys up with women when they aren’t single? [She pursed her lips. She did /not/ want to be any part of that fucking drama.] Cause Bery and I got enough drama as it is working at the hospital. We don’t need anymore. [She smiled and then nodded.] But if you say they’re decent guys, I’m more than willing to give it a shot.

Lux: [She smiled and shook her head at Londyn and Berlyn.] No way. Hank’s not like that. And he wouldn’t be OK with that. Plus, I met those two. No rings. I checked. And...they really did seem honest in the fact that they just hang out with each other. Talked about heading back to one of their places and drinking beer and watching sports. [She laughed.] I’m pretty sure they’re on the up and up. [She rubbed her hands together as their meals were set down.] God, I’m so hungry.

Berlyn: [She laughed and started to shake her head.] Girl, have you seen my plate? Look at this? They gave me a nice full plate that I just know I can get down with. [She grinned and shook her head.] Right. What Lon said. We’ll trust your guy since you trust your guy. [She grinned.] I really am happy for you, honey. You deserve something good. And honestly, I wanna meet him too. Think we could...I don’t maybe meet up and do some drinks or...I don’t know. [She laughed.] I’m not the best at making plans like that.

Londyn: [She immediately grabbed for the Honey BBQ sauce that was sitting on the table, squirting it over her brisket with a smile.] Have you guys ever had the sweet potato casserole here? It’s /de/licious. [She grinned and then nodded.] Yeah, we should do something where we can talk. Not like...a restaurant where there are all sorts of people around and we’re...a bar might be good, or might be noisy. Just depends where we go I guess. Got any ideas, Lux? I mean...there has to be a place where we can have a good time but be able to talk too.

Lux: [She snagged the Hot n Spicy sauce for her ribs and then tapped a finger against her lips.] Hmm...I get what you’re saying. Maybe a lowkey bar. Not like a sports bar or anything. Just someplace like...a lounge or something? Some place where we could get drinks, get to know each other. I think that’d be great. [She picked up her fork, getting ready to dig into her brisket stuffed baked potato.]

Berlyn: [She nodded her head.] Well, we could do Liberty bar? Or maybe Zombies? [She laughed about Zombies. That one being sarcastic. It was a heavy metal rock bar.] We could do Havana’s too. That place is seriously lowkey and the entire back is filled with low light, couches, loveseats. Things like that. Or maybe Bar 1919. [She was stabbing the pickles and pork before sliding the fork into her mouth with a nod of her head. It was really good.]

Londyn: [She nodded.] I say Havana’s. It’d be a comfortable place to chill and talk. And we could still be in a place where we could get drinks. [She grinned, spooning a bite of the sweet potatoes into her mouth.] I’m excited. When are we doing this? Because it needs to be soon. I’ve been working too much. So has Bery. And we need some social interaction. Hot guys are a plus. [She laughed.] And I wanna meet this Hank guy too.

Lux: [She was going at that food, her fingers sticky with BBQ sauce as she ate the ribs. Pausing to speak, she lifted a shoulder.] Well...we said we could all go out when Hank makes SWAT, but it doesn’t have to be that. I mean, we could just go out whenever we feel like it. Whenever you guys have a day off and they do. [She shook her head.] Lord knows my schedule’s clear.

Berlyn: [Her brows lifted as she scooped up some potato salad.] Oh, like a celebration? That would be nice too. Give us a chance to meet your guy when he’s riding high. [She grinned and shook her head.] Look at Lon being all impatient. [She bounced her brows.] She’s a total dude. [She laughed and shook her head.] Just teasing.

Londyn: Hush it, Bery. I can’t help it that I’m just looking forward to doing something other than working. [She laughed, shaking her head as she cut into the brisket and then stabbed it with a fork.] But I’m good with the whole celebration thing. That’s perfectly fine with me. [She wet her lips, drinking down more of her Sprite.] So what are your plans for the rest of day? [She looked over at her sister.] You too? How long’s your shift?

Lux: I’ll tell Hank about you guys being interested and we’ll go from there. [She smiled at the sisters. Shaking her head, she shrugged.] I don’t really have plans. Just gonna take dad his lunch back and sit with him for a bit. See if he’s gonna get discharged today or tomorrow. And then I guess I’ll be heading home. The guy’s coming to fix the busted window tomorrow. I’m sure I’ll see Hank once he’s off work. Do you guys have any plans?

Berlyn: [She shook her head.] I’m off at five today. I have a few more patients after Eric and then my charts need updating and then I’m as free as a bird. [She laughed softly.] I doubt I’ll be doing anything though. Zero life at the moment. [She smiled over at Lux.] Well, I’m glad your window’s getting fixed. That’s a good thing.

Londyn: Yeah, no life here either. I’ll be getting off a double. So...I see sleep in my future. I’ve just got one more round when I get back. And then I can crash. [She smiled, her banana pudding being brought over.] Thanks! [She looked back at Lux and Berlyn.] Of course that’s after I drive home. [She grabbed her spoon to dunk it into the pudding.]

Lux: [She laughed.] We’re a trio, huh? No plans at all. Just hanging out at the hospital and then heading home. [She shook her head.] You guys know that if you ever want to hang out, you can always give me a call. I appreciate what you do for my dad, and I know this makes me sound like a total loser here, but I don’t really have a ton of friends, you know? I just moved back a few months ago. So if you guys ever want to just get together, go for dinner, go shopping, just give me a call.

Berlyn: [She laughed and nodded.] Well, at least you have yourself a good man. So a life is in the works for you. [She laughed softly.] Dates and all those good things. [She nodded her head.] Oh yeah, most definitely. We’ll get together. Sometimes our schedules don’t line up..[She indicated between her and Londyn.] But we do our best. So don’t feel bad if the two of you can hang out and I can’t.

Londyn: [She laughed.] Hey, Bery, you never know. Maybe a life’s in the works for us too. I mean...we’re meeting guys. Maybe we’ll have dates and all that good stuff. [She smiled, finishing her pudding and then wiped her mouth with her napkin.] That was good. And yeah, same goes for me. If I’m working and you two wanna hang, don’t feel bad at all. I promise I won’t get mad.

Lux: [After finishing her meal and getting her father’s to go order, she went ahead and paid.] I do have a good man. And I’m overjoyed to say that. [She smiled and stood up, getting the bag.] Thanks for coming out to lunch with me. It was fun. And I’ll definitely be giving you guys a call as soon as Hank makes SWAT and then we’ll make some plans. [She and the twins started back out to her car to make their way back to the hospital.]

#TDATD RolePlay Writing Lux Berlyn Londyn

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plainvanillapotato · 4 years ago

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the 100 diaries S2 E13

quarantine diaries: june 4 2020

season 2 episode 13: “Resurrection”

those buildings in flames. that burning horse. definitely reminding me of game of thrones

yikes. but hey can you give me a hand?

remember how they have one healer? i bet they wished that they had more than one now. they better at least start an apprenticeship. oh look at abby stepping up. but still only 2 healers in a field of injured bodies.

indra said put me down reaper. yes while were on the topic. remember how much of a struggle it was to detox lincoln in the first place...am i just supposed to assume that just quickly detoxed himself after seeing octavia??? seems kinda too convenient. woah they just double tapped indra. but she aint gonna die

i kinda agree that these sky people are the bringers of death. i know we dont know what kind of life the grounders had pre sky people but this all takes people within a few months and i gotta same damn. when shit goes down shit goes down.

that is deep hole. how did abby hear kane? especially with all the gunshots and other people screaming and yelling??

monty can do anything jasper. they brought back the hand shake!!!!

there are so many baldies. i cant tell them apart from lincoln. i legit thought that he was the one that was shot.

that touching of foreheads. i know it was meant to be romantic but it really seemed forced. i honestly dont see the chemisty between octavia and lincoln.

woah jasper. woah monty. woah miller. these kids were ready to murder. red wedding who?

honestly i didnt care about fox so im not that mad. but monty you didnt have to show jasper the video. that just assault to injury

american psycho who?

where is bellamy? its been too long since ive seen him

abby and kane... ship?

plot armor is strong with kane. no waaaaay abby. thank god i though that they super radiation blood was gonna also give them super strength. but at last not that lucky is she.

shes said im not leaving you. i know that aint clarke. screw clarke.

BELLAMY my boy. too been too long but at least you made it. bellamy and fox....ship? this better not be a ship

he said ‘really? because im not getting that.” bellamy vibe checked mayas dad so hard. bellamy is the vibe checker of the show. he went:

i feel your anger. yes clarke send out those angry vibez

how did clarke recognize lincon in the darkness especially when there are so many bald guys? not to mention she didnt know about him returned from mount weather after delivering bellamy

ooo abby using physics but when that concrete fell back on the wound. i screamed. ooo and ofc the rubble falls on them because the writers said why the hell not.

aaah what an ethical dilemma. “all you have to do is surrender” but surrender means death for the 47 so that means 47 for one life

its morning already. that sniper be there all night. how much ammunition did he bring??

this is not the time to be drinking Octavia especially not from a random, unlabeled bottle you found on the ground. but plot armor is strong like smoke wasnt even fully covering her

ooo yikes monty. its ok monty i forgive you

karmas a bitch abby. but also how are you still alive? what was that? did someone say plot armor??

abby said it is my fault. clarke is my daughter she said. ooof. way to stay quiet abby. what a snitch. but snitches be getting stitches.

you know it kane. yeah this is learned behavior

‘like floating the man you love to save your people’-abby the same people who only a few months later released the same video that she had her husband floated for. abby you didnt save anyone. fuck you abby.

i dont like to play god or anything but i gotta say it abby i dont really think that you deserve to survive. but good on you for questioning that

monty said screw this. yes monty.

of course its bellamy. but how? how did he get there? how did know the way there? like did he have mayas father whisper in his ear piece where to go??

aww i love the hugs between bellamy and jasper

jasper brought about FINN and his peace talks. yikesssss

but wait tho. this sniper is hella far from the village with forest of trees in his line of vision. who chose this vantage point because it sucks.

clarke really thought she was gonna out snipe a sniper with a pistol.

lincoln again with the headbutt

the shot through lincolns shoulder to the guy. what a shot? but how clarke?!! like clarke only had one shooting lesson with bellamy. but i guess bellamy is a REALLY good teacher i guess.

oooo that blood. but where did that blood come from honestly? where did the dead bodies go? am i just supposed to assume that these kids rubbed the body on the floor in that weird pattern?

how these mountain men not suspect of an inside man. like no one is suspicious of bellamy? hes too tall, too tan, too beautiful to fit in with these pasty ass vampires. but i guess the hat is just erases all that

you would think that these guys would be dead but plot armor is strong. let me be blunt. i dont care about abby or kane right now. like they dont have that many redeemable qualities but fine let abby’s healing skills save her once again

“we got two survivors” but dont yall remember when there was another girl screaming but abby was like no im not leaving you kane. basically abby let another person die. cuz i mean its not like she helped kane that much yet she stayed when she could have been helping another person. hmm

wow octavia and lincoln are the most consistent out of all the ships. octavia you surprise me. like i really thought you would have moved on by now. but why does it have to be them? they are my least favorite ship.

what a party popper abby. and with that stare between clarke and abby. i have never seen such a toxic mother daughter relationship ever in my life.

aww indra and lincoln. i love when friends reconnect.

this conversation between abby and clarke i cringed. the relationship is so strained it hurts to watch.

but abby, are you really the good guys tho? if it werent for monty and bellamy y’all could have fooled me. because you really be doing some questionable shit.

this music tho. they are trying to make it look heroic and epic but umm they're not. like maybe they were going for phoenix/rising from the ashes, vibez but they look pretty worn out and tired if you ask me

#the 100 #the 100 diaries #bellamy #clarke #octavia #lincoln #octavia x lincoln #maya #jasper #monty #miller #mount weather #abby #kane #indra #lexa #quarantine diaries #quarantine

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lancelotlikeslewds · 5 years ago

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I can definitely agree with people who call Lancelot a manwhore and a dumbass with his affair with his king’s wife, as even though Lancelot and Guinevere truly did love each other and Guinevere’s marriage to Artoria was more political than it was romantic it still probably wasn’t a good idea to tempt fate. Especially with Aggravain tattling on them and being all “ What a shame, the poor king’s knight is a whore” to everyone and having their whole relationship ultimately contributing along with a lot of other factors to the eventual downfall of Camelot.

But the one thing I will NOT agree with is the idea that Lancelot is a deadbeat dad, ESPECIALLY to Mash. Because Lancelot’s whole relationship with Galahad is more than a bit complicated and a whole mess within its own right.

Galahad’s mother Elaine had actually used magic to disguise herself as Guinevere in order to trick Lancelot into sleeping with her, as she was foretold by a prophecy that she would give birth to a great knight in the form of Lancelot’s child. As we know this prophecy did eventually come true with the fact that Galahad would end becoming a great knight and would end up acquiring the Holy Grail as Lancelot’s son. However, Lancelot was in NO way actually consenting to sleep with Elaine as he had only loved Guinevere, and when he found out that it was Elaine who was trying to get into his pants he wanted absolutely nothing to do with her.

Lancelot probably didn’t even know that Elaine had Galahad until he had already came to Camelot’s court as a full-grown adult. However, when Lancelot was given a second chance at life as a Heroic Spirit in Camelot he was FULLY willing to try and reconnect with his kid now knowing that he had one, be it in the form of either Mash and/or Galahad. Even someone like Artoria isn’t even willing to try and reconcile with her kid, and even though I can kind of give Artoria some leeway regarding the circumstances of Mordred’s birth it still doesn’t change the fact that she doesn’t even try to acknowledge that she even has a son, even now that they’re both Heroic Spirits and that the past is behind them. Both situations absolutely sucked but at least Lancelot is willing to try to reconcile and reconnect with his child this time around, which is a lot more than I can say for Artoria.

Lancelot might be a lot of things, and he might have made a lot of mistakes in his life, but he is NOT a deadbeat.

#fate series #fgo #lancelot #mashu kyrielite #galahad #btw celty gets full credit for the aggravain joke #he went full on I write sins not tragedies and I will never not refer to it as anything but that #but yea I love my himbo knight and he doesn't deserve to be called a deadbeat #a womanizer who flirts with every women as heroic spirit yes #but definitely not a deadbeat

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kitweewoos · 5 years ago

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30 Day Fic Prompt: Day 23

I was afraid to tell you

Scis & Spies - AOS

Hunter was quiet when he came into the house, slumped over as he fell onto the couch, face first. Jemma looked up from her laptop and exchanged a look with Bobbi.

“What’s wrong, love?” Jemma asked.

“Today fucking sucks,” he said into the couch cushion.

“Why?”

“Job hunting is the fucking worst.”

The tie he’d put on that morning was pressing into his throat, and he almost couldn’t breathe around it. It was fine.

“I’m sorry, Hunter,” Jemma said.

“I just want to have a job already.”

“I mean, we have the bills covered if you need some more time.”

He shook his head.

“Baby,” Bobbi said, walking over from her desk and sinking onto the cushion beside him. She stroked over the bank of his head, her nails scratching at his scalp just the way he liked. There was a benefit to being with someone who knew him so well. With Bobbi, he didn’t have to say what he wanted, or what he liked. She just knew. Fitz and Simmons were learning them, as they were learning Fitz and Simmons. It was exciting with Fitz and Simmons, something new. He loved them, loved feeling their skin under his hands, hearing them moan and call out his name, feel their kisses across his body. He was learning that Fitz had this tendency to wait for an invitation to join their play, and that Jemma had ideas that she still wasn’t comfortable voicing out loud but would whisper them into Fitz’s ear to offer. “I know you want to feel useful, but if you need to take some time, figure out what you want to do instead, you can. You are useful to us. You clean the house, and cook us dinner, and the orgasms you give are the best of my goddamn life.”

He laughed, but it was quiet and humorless.

“It’s true,” Jemma said, but she seemed distracted. “Do you hear that?”

Just then, the front door opened with a bang against the wall, and Fitz’s voice shouting in a language he didn’t understand. They all turned towards the noise.

He threw his briefcase into the corner and kicked off his shoes. Hunter had never seen Fitz so angry, and he could see Jemma’s spine straighten at his tone.

“What language is that?” he asked Bobbi.

“Gaelic,” Simmons answered instead. “His dad taught it to him when he was growing up, before Alistair left. His mum doesn’t speak it.”

Hunter looked up at Fitz, the hard line of his mouth, the cold angry in his eyes.

“Then,” he said, but didn’t need to finish it because they were all on the same page. He went to stand, but Jemma caught his wrist and shook her head.

“Don’t. He’s not fun to talk to when he’s angry.”

He sat back down and she leaned in to kiss him softly.

“We’ll deal with him in a moment, but how are you? Are you better?”

“I want to take care of you guys,” he said, nuzzling the underside of her jaw. “I don’t like feeling useless.”

“Bobbi is right, though, Hunter. You do so much for us. We don’t need you to be the breadwinner or whatever if you’re here to take care of us.”

She trailed kisses over his jaw, and curled her hand around the nape of his neck.

Jemma was a quick learner, watching Bobbi, watching Hunter, learning their ticks based on how they responded to her, to each other.

“I don’t need you to be a bigshot corporate whatever, you know,” she said. “I love you here with us being you.”

“Thanks, Jem,” he murmured.

Fitz in the background snapped something that sounded harsh, and Hunter could see Bobbi watching him intently. She was better than the rest of them at languages, but he wasn’t sure Gaelic was ever one that she learned.

She might after this.

“If I ever meet Alistair Fitz, I’m going to throttle him with my bare hands.”

“I understand,” Jemma agreed. “I certainly understand. The first time I saw Fitz flinch when someone went for a high five, I was ready to find him and throw him into the Thames.”

There was a moment of quiet, and then Fitz’s voice, low, in English, said, “I never asked for you to come back. You’re the one who decided you wanted to reconnect. If you don’t like me for who I am, you are free to leave the way you always do.”

And then, he hung up, calmly set his phone down on the table by the entryway, and let out a long, slow, deliberate breath.

“The next time I have the bright idea to answer the phone when my father calls, just kick me in the shin. It’ll end the same way,” he said.

“Since when does your father have your number?” Jemma asked. Fitz froze, and his eyes found Jemma’s. “Leopold.”

There was a wrinkle to his nose but he didn’t reply.

“Fitz,” Hunter said. “Have you been talking to your father?”

Fitz looked at Hunter, the only person in the room who knew what having a garbage father was like.

“I was afraid to tell you.”

“How long have you been talking?”

“Not, not long. This time. He pops in and out, has since I was 18.”

“Fitz!” Simmons said. “You said you haven’t heard from your father since he left.”

“You talk to my mum too much for me to tell you. She’d be so angry if she knew, but he says he’s changed every time, and I don’t want to be the asshole who doesn’t give someone a second chance.”

“He only deserves so many, though,” Hunter said. “If he keeps hurting you, you can’t keep letting him in. Block his number. You don’t deserve this, Leo.”

This time when he stood, Jemma didn’t stop him. He crossed the room and caught Leo’s face in his hands.

“I have been here; you know I have. Dad wants another chance, but he’s always just looking for something. Money, a bail out, booze. Whatever. You told me the last time he called to block his number, and you were right. Now, you need to listen to me now. You need to block his number, because Alistair Fitz does not deserve you. He doesn’t deserve your time, or your sympathy, or your second chances. He’s never deserved you, and he should rot in every hell for what he’s put you through.”

He kissed Fitz’s forehead, and then the space between his eyebrows, the bridge of his nose, the tip of it, his lips.

“Let him walk out,” he said softly, “let him walk away and regret ever leaving you behind, because you are smart, and sweet, and kind, and so unbelievably perfect.”

Fitz smiled, the anger gone from his expression entirely.

“You’re right.”

“I know. I always am.”

#agents of shield #scis and spies #scis & spies #leo fitz #lance hunter #jemma simmons #bobbi morse #kayti writes fic #30 day fic prompt #Team Let's Fuck Up Alistair Fitz

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halstudandruz · 6 years ago

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Dirty Work

*Not my gif*

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Requested: Yes

Prompt: “Get somebody else to do your dirty work, I’m done.”

Warnings: None

Jay and I had been best friends since the first day of high school. Our parents had always joked that they knew we would end up together. Jay and I did have a small fling our senior year, but it was never official. I was too shy to make it clear I liked him more than just a friend and with him going off to the Rangers we knew it wasn’t going to work. It was hard to stay connected once Jay got deployed so we drifted apart quickly. We hadn’t reconnected until I heard of his dad’s passing and I reached out to him. I was one of the only ones that knew of his difficulties with his dad so I was glad that I could be there for him. It didn’t take long at all for our friendship to get back on track, quickly feeling like we never missed a beat. Of course I felt the spark again, but I haven’t come long from my shy days in high school. So, once again I kept it all to myself. Plus it didn’t help his partner Hailey was gorgeous and I just assumed they would have a thing going on. Jay and I got in the habit of going out to the bar together every Friday night. No bar in particular just random ones that had good ratings around us. I knew him and his team had hung out at a particular bar but for whatever reason he never wanted to take me there. I never pushed not really caring much. Anyway every other Friday night Jay and I would take turns being each other’s wingman and wingwomen and I do have to admit we were getting pretty good at it. Although deep down it really sucked that Jay was taking other women home and I was helping him do so on top of that, but I knew it wasn’t worth the embarrassment and awkwardness of trying anything. This particular night was weird.

“Why don’t we go to Molly’s tonight?” Jay said from the couch as I was getting a drink from the kitchen.

“Where’s that at?” I asked.

“It’s the bar the unit always goes to.” He answered.

“You’re finally gonna let me meet them? It’s about time.” I smiled. I wasn’t sure why Jay kept me from meeting his co-workers for so long or why he finally decided tonight would be a good night for me to do so but I wasn’t about to ask too many questions. Molly’s wasn’t too crowded, but there seemed to be a good amount of people. Jay guided me towards a booth as I had my hand gripped onto his bicep. Around the booth sat 5 people. A good looking guy with a beard who had a pretty brunette cuddled up next to him. Across from them sat a blonde girl who I recognized as Hailey, Jay’s partner, a good looking dark guy with a cute ass smile, and a Latino man with just the right amount of scruff. I focused a little too long on the Latino man taking in every bit of his good looks. Jay introduced me before he named everyone as the table. I took notice of the smile the man sent me, who I now knew as Antonio. They made room for us to sit pulling over a couple chairs. I couldn’t help but blush at the subtle looks Antonio seemed to be giving me throughout the conversation. “I’m going to get a drink. Anyone want anything?” I asked smiling shyly.

“I can come help you.” Antonio smiled widely going to stand up.

“No, you’re good I can help her.” Jay grunted pushing Antonio back down making me send Jay a weird look before I followed after him.

“Good thing it’s my turn today.” I smirked as Jay ordered us drinks.

“What?” Jay asked raising an eyebrow.

“It’s my turn. You took someone home last week, you get to be my wingman tonight.” I explained. “And I want him.” I bit my lip glancing over at Antonio.

“No.” Jay stated harshly.

“What do you mean no?” I asked taken back.

“No [Y/N]. I’m not doing it. You can get somebody else to do your dirty work cause I’m done.” Jay huffed picking up the tray of drinks heading back to the table. I stood shocked at Jay’s reaction collecting myself before I headed back to the table. Jay was visibly irritated, but I let him be. I wasn’t planning on it being a one night stand deal with Antonio I was getting the vibe I could really like him, and if that was the case I could have more opportunities and I didn’t have to make any moves tonight until I figured out why Jay was so pissed. Antonio and I spent the rest of the night emersed in conversation, and I couldn’t help but notice the glares Jay was sending him. Eventually I decided it was time for me to go home.

“Alright I’m going to head out.” I said getting up to throw my coat on.

“I’ll take you!” Antonio said jumping up.

“No!” Jay said a little too fast. “I’ll take her we came together anyway.” He finished. Antonio shrugged setting back down. Jay ignored the look I gave him pushing me out.

“You just jealous cause I didn’t need a wingman? I’m pretty sure you said you didn’t want to do it.” I asked as he started off towards my apartment. But he just looked at me not answering. “Jay? What’s your issue?” I asked getting mad at him.

“Really [Y/N]? Why are you going around acting like a whore?” Jay spit out angry.

“Excuse me?!” I yelled seeing red. “I’m fairly certain you’ve hooked up more than I have the last few months. Not to mention it was your idea. Stop this car. I’m not staying in here with you, you stupid jackass.” I screamed. He sighed heavily hands gripping the wheel tighter.

“I’m sorry..” He whispered not looking at me.

“You’re sorry!? Do you even real-“ I began to rant again before he cut me off.

“Yes, I’m sorry. I just can’t do it anymore.” He whispered.

“So you thought it was a good idea to call me a whore?” I huffed.

“Okay so I admit that was a little too far. It’s just with other guys I could handle it, but Antonio is like a brother to me. I couldn’t take it. That’s why I never wanted you to meet them..” Jay explained.

“Couldn’t handle what Jay? You’re not making any sense.” I stated not sure what he was getting at. By now he was parked in front of my apartment building.

“[Y/N],” he sighed heavily turning towards me, “I’ve always wanted to be with you. Since we first met in high school. I figured my love for you was just friendship wise, but when I was in the Rangers I couldn’t stop thinking about you. You were the person and thing that got me through. I just wanted to come home safe to you, but as much as I wanted to reach out to you I knew it wouldn’t be good for you. I didn’t want to put you through it all. Whenever you reached out to me I can’t even begin to explain what I felt, but I knew I needed help. I couldn’t pull you into all the mess I was going through, but you helped me get back to who I am today and I’ve fell even more in love with you because of it. I don’t want you to be with anyone else. I can’t handle you being with anyone else. Tonight was my breaking point.” Jay rambled out not knowing where to stop until I pulled his lips into mine.

“You’re telling me. I wanted to rip those girls heads off you went home with.” I laughed after pulling away.

“Why’d you agree to it then?” Jay asked.

“I just want you to be happy.” I shrugged.

“Well good thing you’re the key to that.” Jay smiled pulling my lips into his again.

#chicago pd imagine #chicago pd x reader #jay halstead #chicago pd #halstead x reader #jay halstead imagine #jayhalsteadxreader #jay halstead x reader

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waltzofthewifi · 5 years ago

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Kota Chapter 21: Threat

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Juleka knew not every pair of siblings were as close as she and Luka. Alya only seemed to mention her siblings when talking about babysitting duties, Nathaniel barely mentioned his sister at all, and Alix was still angry at Jalil over the whole "aliens built the pyramids" thing.

Still, it was hard to imagine having a sibling you didn't even tell your family about.

(Sure, her classmates were surprised that she had a brother too, but that was less of a didn't-talk-about-him and more of a didn't-talk-much-at-all situation.)

"Wait, doesn't that make him your uncle?" Rose asked. "Isn't that cool?"

"Totally. Why haven't you mentioned this before?"

"Well, you see, we had a little bit of a falling out," Anarcha explained. "We got in a fight and - anyways, I cut him off."

Luka frowned. "Was it because of..."

"Because of your dad?" Anarcha finished. "Yes. Jared has-"

"Jared?" Juleka questioned. "His real name is Jared?"

Anarcha nodded. "Jared Stone and Anna Couffaine." She smiled fondly. "We were wild as kids. There was this camp in New York we went to everyone summer - it's where he learned to play guitar - and people learned to fear us. When we were about, oh, fifteen, we started a rock band - Anarchy and Jagged Stone. And that's when I met your father."

Juleka nodded. She had heard that story before. Her father was in a band with her mom, and when they met, he was the coolest guy ever. He was seriously laid back while they were dating, and she liked him so much they eloped.

And then he changed, and ruined her life.

"Jared disliked him the moment they met," Anarcha said. "Said there was something like an aura around him. I didn't believe him. The night before we eloped, me and Jared had this big argument."

"He probably set it up," Luka noted.

"Who? Jared? He's not that smart."

"No, I mean Dad."

"That... does sound like him," Anarcha admitted. "I feel like all my friendships fell apart after we got married."

"If your argument was about dad, how come you never made up?" Juleka questioned.

Anarcha shrugged. "Don't have time. I have a houseboat to run, you two to look after - I can't just run after a teenage fantasy like that. Besides, Vivica deserves her chance in the spotlight."

"She is really cool," Juleka agreed.

"Not as cool as you two though," Anarcha countered. "Anyways, enough with the touchy feely stuff. We have a dinner to finish."

Mylene plopped on her bed and tucked her legs up underneath her. Ivan sat down next to her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her in close.

"Akumas suck," Mylene eventually said.

"At least we know that Ladybug and Chat Noir will always be around to help us," Ivan replied. "And their allies."

Mylene nodded, remembering her promise to Ladybug about keeping her identity secret. Still, she found herself unable not to ask.

"What do you think of Souris Rose?"

Ivan was quiet for a moment. "I don't know. Didn't really get a chance to see her."

"Everyone else seemed to like her," Mylene whispered.

"She did save us," Ivan replied. "And being a superhero must be rough. Having to keep a secret identity like that, even from the ones you love. I'm sure whoever that is would understand, of course."

Mylene nodded. Ivan and her parents would understand.

But on the other hand, Mylene felt more and more pressure to just talk. To tell someone, anyone, about what just happened.

She had just been given a miraculous, and now she found she couldn't pretend it never happened.

Mylene looked up at Ivan. "Do you want to know a secret?"

Ivan looked at her and Mylene leaned up to his ear.

"I'm Souris Rose."

"Do you want to know a secret?" Ivan replied.

Mylene nodded.

"I knew that the second I saw you."

Lacy opened the fridge for the third time that night, sighing when the contents hadn't changed.

"I'll be going to the store tomorrow," her father assured her. He was sitting at the table, reviewing a French online lesson.

"That doesn't help me now," Lacy complained, closing the door again. She was starving.

Or maybe just bored. Either way she wanted food.

Lacy sighed again, leaning her head against the refrigerator. Her eyes slid shut.

"Are you asleep?"

"Didn't sleep well last night," Lacy replied. "Stupid akumas." She yawned. "And then if that wasn't enough, I had to deal with Rocker interrupting dinner."

Sleep was one thing, but Lacy had a right to eat her dinner in peace.

Grabbing a bag of chips, she headed back to the table where she had her homework laid out in front of her.

Her father reached out and grabbed her hand. "Don't worry about your homework, Squabbie. Why don't you go to bed early?"

Lacy nodded. That made sense - and nothing was due tomorrow, anyways.

"Yeah, okay."

She cleaned her books up, making sure her bag was ready to grab when she no doubt overslept in the morning.

Lacy didn't bother to change in pajamas, but she did make sure to dig out her phone and plug it in. It was only then that she noticed two voicemails.

The first one was from Sadie. Lacy couldn't help but smile as her friend ranted on about an argument her and Carter had where Walt had taken Carter's side (horrible idea). Reconnecting with her was definitely a good choice.

Besides, it's not like she could really get mixed up in her life - they were on opposites sides of the ocean.

The second voicemail, to Lacy's surprise, was from Chloe, telling her to call her back as soon as possible.

Not seeing any reason not to, Lacy called back.

"Ugh, finally," Chloe said when she picked up the video call. She was standing in her room, hair down and messy, with her closet in the background. "Started to wonder if you actually had a life."

Lacy rolled her eyes. "I do. Did you need something?"

"Fashion advice," Chloe replied. "I thought I'd get Sabrina a present, since I'm trying to apologize to everyone and I did miss her birthday this year, but I can't decide which sweater to give her. And since you're the closest thing I have to a friend with an actually decent fashion sense, I thought I'd call you."

"Alright. So which two sweaters were you debating on?"

Chloe moved her phone to show Lacy the sweaters, and Lacy could see the dilemma. One was a really nice, designer-type sweater with intricate designs. The other was simpler, a little uglier, but looked a lot more like what Sabrina liked to wear - a purple and black striped sweater.

Lacy hesitated a moment - the first one was really cute - before telling Chloe to go with the second choice.

Chloe pursed her lips. "Yeah, that's what I thought."

"Always good to get a second opinion though," Lacy said. "I'm sure she'll love it."

"She should," Chloe said. "I've spent all afternoon picking it out for her." She flicked her hair.

Lacy chuckled.

"Anyways, I'll see you in school tomorrow," Chloe said.

"See you."

Just as Lacy hung up her phone, someone knocked on her window.

Please not another akuma.

Lacy pushed herself out of her comfy bed to let Ladybug in, brightening when she saw that, instead of her miraculous, she brought treats.

"As a thank you," Ladybug said, placing them on the table.

"You didn't have to," Lacy argued weakly. Those were from the Dupain Cheng bakery, and Lacy was plenty happy having them.

Ladybug seemed to recognize it. "It's no big deal. You were a great help last night - or this morning? - and you deserve some treats."

Lacy picked up one of the macaroons from the box, noticing that Ladybug had even guessed her favorite flavor.

"Favorite bakery, favorite flavor." Lacy stuffed one in her mouth. "You are good."

Ladybug laughed. "I'm glad you like them. I have to head back on patrol, but I'll see you around."

Lacy nodded, giving her a wave as she left back out through the window.

"- an eighty two percent chance that Kim will win," Max read off.

"Never tell me the odds," Alix quoted, punching her fist into her hands.

Lacy exchanged exasperated looks with Nathaniel, the two trotting behind their three friends as they headed down the steps to lunch.

"Max is right," Kim taunted. "You don't have a chance."

"Watch me." Alix turned and slid down the rest of the railing, nearly knocking into another student when she landed.

Max sighed and readjusted his glasses.

Around them, the courtyard was buzzing as students headed off to lunch - some heading out, others heading towards the cafeteria. The constant motion pulled at Lacy's attention.

Out of the corner of her eye, Lacy spotted a figure.

She frowned and tapped on Nathaniel's arm. "Hey, didn't you say Marc was eating with his classmates?"

"Yeah, why?"

Lacy gestured over to the corner of the courtyard, where Marc was sitting by himself.

Nathaniel frowned.

Lacy watched him a moment. It was hard to tell from a distance, but she had a feeling that he was not alright.

Nathaniel headed his way, and Lacy followed behind.

"Marc, are you okay?"

Marc startled, blinking at them in surprise.

"I'm fine," he said. "Why?"

Lacy wasn't convinced.

"You said you were hanging with your friends," Nathaniel explained.

"Oh." Marc looked back down at his sandwich. "That... didn't work out."

Lacy watched him for a moment. There was definitely something wrong, but if he didn't want to say...

"You don't have to tell us anything you don't want to," Lacy said. "But you don't look like you want to eat alone."

"Why don't you come to the park with us?" Nathaniel suggested.

Marc perked up. "That does sound a lot better than this."

"There you guys are." Alix came up behind them. "Oh, hey Marc. Are you joining us for lunch?"

Marc nodded as he started to repack his lunch.

"Sweet! Come on, Max and Kim are waiting for us."

Marc smiled as Nathaniel helped him stand up, and the four of them headed out.

Alix paused, glanced over her shoulder, and scowled.

Lacy followed her gaze to see Lila talking with a group of students she didn't recognize.

"She already has another class wrapped around her fingers," Alix complained. "Who knows what lies she's telling them."

"I wish the school had done more," Lacy admitted. "What she did was wrong - and hurtful. And now she's going to do the same to another class."

"I have half a mind to go up to her and tell them what happened," Alix said.

"I'd like to see that."

For a second, Alix looked like she was going to, but then Kim called out to her and she deflated. Shaking her head, Alix sprinted to catch up with the rest of her friends, Lacy right behind her.

Neither noticed that Lila was watching them, too.

Lacy splashed the cold water onto her palms, wincing as it burned. The girl using the sink next to her winced.

"You should get that checked out by the nurse."

Lacy shrugged. "It's fine."

It was her own fault, after all. If she hadn't tried to climb up on the back of the bench to get a photo, then she wouldn't have fallen and gotten her hands scraped. A little bit of nectar would heal it up quickly, but it was such a small injury Lacy didn't think it was worth it.

Satisfied that the wounds were clean, Lacy dabbed her hands clean and moved to fixing her hair. The door swung open as the other two girls left the bathroom, and someone else walked in. Lacy finished up her braid, tossed her hair over her shoulder, and turned to leave.

And ran right into Lila.

"Lila! I didn't see you there." Lacy stumbled backwards.

Lila smiled tightly. "Obviously."

Lacy blinked. Lila looked... well, like she always did - calculating, mean, and cold.

"Well... I should head to class-"

Lila moved fast, blocking Lacy on both sides with her arms and leaning in so her breath was on Lacy's face.

"No need to rush," Lila said. "After all, I feel like I haven't talked to you since I was suspended."

"Well, we don't really have much reason to talk," Lacy replied.

"Really? Because you seemed to have plenty to say about me," Lila said. "I saw you and Alix talking about me earlier. And don't think I forgot your little outburst last week. Convincing the class that I have magic?"

Lacy wilted backwards as Lila continued to encroach on her space.

"But you do," Lacy argued weakly.

"Maybe I do," Lila agreed. "Or maybe I'm just good at manipulating people. And I don't like it when people get in my way."

"At the moment, you're in my way," Lacy replied, forcing herself to stand back up straight. She nearly collided with Lila as she did so.

"Think I'm a problem now? You should see what I can do to you. After all, Miss Bustier seems to like me more."

Lacy flinched. That struck a chord.

"Yeah, that's right," Lila continued, pushing back into Lacy's space. "After all, which one of us has a record?"

"Wha- how did you know about that?"

"Let's just say I have my ways," Lila replied. Satisfied, she backed up and flicked her hair. "Stay out of my way."

And with that, she turned and walked out of the bathroom.

Lacy stayed, too shocked to move.

What had she gotten herself into?

Lila was right - if it came between her and Lacy, Bustier would easily believe Lila first, especially since she'd been trying to be extra sweet and forgiving of Lila now. It didn't matter if the class didn't believe Lila if she managed to get Lacy in trouble anyways, or even kicked out-

Lacy did not want to switch schools again.

The school bell rang, and Lacy noticed for the first time that she was crying. Shoot. She could not go to class like that - especially if Lila was there, and could see how much her threat was affecting her, and-

Breathe. She needed to breathe.

In.

Hold.

Out.

In.

Hold.

Out.

Lacy could almost feel the anxiety around her loosen.

In. Hold. Out.

Again. And again.

Lacy turned back to the sink and splashed cold water on her face. Her eyes were red-rimmed now, but hopefully no one would notice. Especially not Lila.

Lila.

She had just charmspeaked - well, not charmspeaked, it wasn't that strong, but there was magic involved. And that magic could sway Lacy to believe anything, especially when Lila hit that nerve about her past record. But that didn't mean she could follow through on her threat.

Sure, Bustier wasn't always fair, but she was kind and lenient - Lacy doubted she would jump to conclusions. And even if the worse happened and Lacy did get in trouble - even expelled! - she would survive. Reconnecting with her friends from Brooklyn gave her a support completely not reliant on what happened at school.

And no matter what happened, Lacy knew her dad would believe her.

She was fine.

Lacy took another deep breath, splashing her face with water again. She was fine, but she still needed to get to class.

Leaning down to grab her bag off the floor, Lacy noticed something black in the corner of her vision - like a small bat or a moth or -

Akuma.

Lacy shrieked.

She pushed herself up against the wall opposite the butterfly, breath caught in her throat. But the akuma didn't fly towards her, but instead slid through the crack over the door and out of the restroom.

That was too close.

Lacy realized the akuma must have been after her originally, while she had a panic attack, but she had managed to calm down just in time.

Way too close.

Lacy collapsed on the floor, and immediately regretted it when the action reminded her how gross the bathroom floor was. Ew.

She pushed herself back up, walking over to the sinks to wash her hands, and splash water over her face again. Her heart was still pounding in her chest, and part of her was tempted to call it a day and go home.

But that would make Lila a little too happy.

The sound of concrete crumbling, and Lacy just barely moved out of the way of a jagged piece of metal coming from the ceiling.

Right. Akuma.

Lacy darted from the bathroom, nearly body-slamming into someone as she did so, and ran out into the courtyard. Around her, more and more students were being pushed out by the pieces of metal.

"I am Lockesmith. I will find the person who stole from me and lock them up!"

Metal plates jolted up from the floor, causing students to scatter.

Lockesmith jumped down from the second floor, landing in a circle of metal. She had a black leather sleeveless top with three gold strips under her left arm, and black leather leggings. She wore a dark purple fanny-bag looking thing over her right leg, and black, knee-high boots. Her hair was bright gold, and hung in a loop over her neck.

All in all, she looked like a lock.

"Who stole from me?" She demanded. "Show yourself!"

Students scattered, but Lockesmith raised her metal slates around the edges of the courtyard, blocking everyone in.

Lacy pressed her back against a column, hoping to stay out of sight of the akuma.

Lockesmith prowled, looking each student in the eyes. She glanced over Lacy briefly before continuing on.

Lacy slumped in relief.

Lockesmith froze, mid-step, and looked up towards the second floor. "Ladyblogger, how kind of you to join us."

Lockesmith jerked her hands up, but whatever that accomplished was blocked from Lacy's view by the column.

Lacy did see when Alya was roughly pushed to the center of the courtyard.

"Making a report for Ladybug?" Lockesmith questioned.

Alya flinched, barely noticeable, before recovering her fearless expression. "Actually, no. I'm here on school blog business." She raised her phone. "I'm doing an article on why we need locks on our lockers."

To Lacy, Alya's lie seemed near perfect - no obvious tells, except for the fact that Lacy could see Alya's phone screen from her angle and it was definitely on the Ladyblog. But Lockesmith still scowled.

"Liar!"

Alya recovered quick. "Okay, okay, maybe I wasn't. But now I will! This is a recurring problem in our school that has been highlighted by the akumas it's caused. The akumas may be awful, and totally Hawkmoth's fault, but they are also highlighting other problems we may not have seen otherwise."

"May not have seen? It's pretty obvious you're supposed to put locks on lockers. They're called lockers!"

"Fair point, fair point," Alya conceded. "But-"

Whatever Alya was about to say was cut off by Ladybug, who jumped onto Lockesmith, completely taking her by surprise.

Lockesmith yelped. A blade of metal came up out of the ground, pushing Ladybug off of Lockesmith.

The two began to spar, with Alya still on the ground filming. It wasn't until Ladybug almost tripped her over that she moved from the courtyard.

Alya slipped behind the column, next to Lacy.

"Are you okay?" Lacy asked.

"Yep," Alya said. "And I have the video to prove it!"

The entire battle took about ten minutes, which was just enough time to completely destroy the school with metal spikes.

Unfortunately, it wasn't enough to cancel classes for the rest of the day (something about too many missed classes already?), which meant Marinette had to run back to her class.

Just as she arrived at the door, someone caught her arm.

Marinette turned to see Adrien standing awkwardly behind her.

"Can we talk?"

"Sure," Marinette replied.

Marinette and Adrien walked to a more secluded place in the hallway.

"What's wrong?" Marinette asked.

"Lila."

"What did she do?" Marinette demanded.

Adrien smiled awkwardly and scratched the back of his head. "She, well - it's nothing really, we just bumped into each other and-"

"Did she threaten you?"

Adrien paused. "Uh, kinda?"

Marinette scowled. "Oh, that-"

"It's not that big of a deal-"

"- is going down, what do you mean it's not that big of a deal? She threatened you!"

"It's not! She just told me that if I tried to get her fired-"

"Wait, you mean your father hasn't fired her yet?" Marinette questioned. "She must have lied on her resume. Is that what she threatened you about?"

"Who threatened who?"

Marinette and Adrien both jumped, startled to see Chloe had snuck up on them.

"It's nothing, Chlo," Adrien replied.

"It's not nothing!" Marinette argued. "Lila threatened you."

"Did she?" Chloe questioned, sounding cold. "Well, that was her mistake."

"Chlo..."

#kota #my writing #miraculous ladybug #pjo #hoo

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yuwhala · 6 years ago

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Trying to read a lot of post right now and trying to be open minded (which is, I'm ashamed of it, not my forte) because I'm confused about a lot of things and why we (Tumblr) didn't like this season. Just a heads-up before you read the rest : this is not sarcasm, my writing is not the best and I'm sorry about it, I'm not trying to say that you should love this season or feel comfortable with it, I just wish to share how I feel about it all and wish to know why we do not agree on others things. I also mostly write because it helps me sort out my thoughts and see things more clearly. I wish not to offend anyone and please let me know if I did.

There are some things I really didn't like :

- The thing I wish happened (like apparently everyone else) was the girls apologising. Because right now it feels like they never did any wrong when ......they did. And that's bad, because the only one that is pointed out as the bad person by the show is Ingrid. When she's not the only one who behaved badly. But that's what the problem is. The show doesn't even show us that the girls not supporting Imane is a Bad thing. None of them said anything when Ingrid was saying obvious bullshit or when Daphné is saying her usual shit. It's always Imane doing it. And no one going her way either. The only time someone other than Imane was being angry at a racist comment was Manon back in season 1 when she stormed out of the room after Daphné was being (once again) racist af and she told her that she didn't understood how she could say so much bullshit. But that's all. So yeah I wish they would have made the white girls apologize for not being here for Imane. Ever. The fact that we got that amazing clip of Manon and Imane talking about how Imane never feels like she belongs and that we never ever got a following consequence of that discussion is ridiculous.

- Manon and Charles going back together. For obvious reasons. Like ? Urgh. No.

- Jamila talking back to Imane on pure coïncidence like she never abandoned her when Imane entered highschool with no explanation other than "sorry I don't think that we should talk anymore" ????? What ??????? And now they're BFF ????? When Jamila never apologized either ????

- That's a really small complaint that is nothing near as terrible as the other things I pointed out but there is a lot of small time mistakes. Some clips were clearly supposed to be aired on other days than the days we got them.

- Another small complaint but one of the things I liked the most about Sana's season was seeing her praying and the whole process that went with it. I feel a little robbed here. Those were moments that felt utterly beautiful and mesmerising to me when I first watched Sana's season.

But there is a lot of things I liked and I think are important to show on a french TV show mainly directed for a young audience :

- They adresses a LOT the day to day racism a black Muslim woman can get, they voiced the fact that it was racism a lot too and that Imane had all the rights to be angry at that kind of comments. They made it real too : Imane had to stop dancing because the teacher didn't want her to wear her hijab in the lesson. That's an actual debate in everyday life in france : we're living in an "secular country" (lol not really but that's what politicians like to say whenever they want to be islamophobic. Funny how our joke of a president actually said we had to reconnect with our catholic roots. Lol. Secular country indeed. ANYWAY) and that's why Imane doesn't wear hijab at school, because “no one” should wear signs of religion in public school (but hey guess little crosses or Mary’s face for catholic folks around their necks or David’s star for jewish kids around their neck is not a sign of religion right ? Because I’ve seen them more than once in school) . Perhaps you know that not too long ago there was a polemic about a french store for sports equipment announced that they wanted to start selling sports hijab for hijabi women and well our country went NUTS and the company had to abandon that project because they were sent death threats and whatnot by racist people. And the show addressing that issue (that is french people being racist) is important. The show showing us that wearing the hijab is Imane's choice is important. Imane voicing that being a black women who is muslim in France is making her life difficult is important. And they showed us that many time. With ordinary racism. With Ingrid being afraid of black girls for no reason other that they're black. They've showed us a lot of hardship that comes with it : people being ignorant and racist, people being racist because they're racist, people judging and assuming things because they heard that thing somewhere but never checked the facts. And the fact that Imane said on many occasion 'this is racism' was important. They give us an explanation on why in the first seasons Imane seemed harsh and that being linked with the racism she has to face everyday was really nice. They made Imane tell that she was not feeling like she belonged anywhere.

- I know a lot of people hated this but I'm glad she apologized whenever she did a bad thing. This is showing her growing up and be a mature teenager. This is showing up that she knows when to apologize but she also knows when she doesn't have to. I'm glad that Imane messed up. I'm glad she had a lot of communication issue. I was sad with her, I was ashamed with her but in the end I think we could all understand why she was acting the way she did. You can make mistake, you can realise that you made a mistake and still apologize.For me the drama was necessary. There was drama in every season of Skam and that’s kind of the goal of the show, to show that you’re allowed to make mistakes. The thing that was not handled well was the outcome of the drama.

- The family interactions and clips were incredible. Her mom being the 'bad cop' and her dad being more of the laid down dad type was perfect. Put Idriss on this and have them talk about why they think they're making their parents disappointed in themselves, why it's difficult to live as a Muslim in France, how they can talk to each other and understand multiple points of view too. How it's ok to be angry to feel emotions but to take them out on people who just wish for you to be happy is not the way to do it.

-The Lucas's talk. Again this is going with my first point but the fact that they added Imane saying that she's not the one who should have to be patient with racist people because they're ignorant was nice.

- The first four episodes were incredible and I think we all agreed on that. It was just Imane day to day life + her falling in love and enjoying life.

- Three of my favourite clips of the show : The bus clip, the chair clip and the mom clip. The bus was such an important scene where Imane was also asking questions to herself + all the cinematography that went into a simple bus ride was so great. The chair clip showing four very different Muslim girls talking about Ramadan and rules and how they're hungry, and love and sex and random things was so nice. They all had they're own way of talking, one reminded me of Emma because she had the same kind of vocabulary and way of saying things, one was more uptight etc. They all wear their hijab in different way they all say on different chair it was so nice. The mom clip, well, seeing a parent apologizing is not something I'm used to on TV show. Well they do apologize when they did extreme horrible things like killing someone but they never apologize for simple things like Imane mom did. The music in general used in the show is really nice and since season 3 Skam France outdid themselves on the cinematography part of the show.

That's all the things I can think about for now so what's the conclusion of all that ? I don't really know. As you may have understood I'm a white girl, I'm a part of some 'minority' groups (what's the word when it's not really a minority but still a group that is being pointed out as 'bad' by media and a large group of people ? The more I write the more I'm losing my English) like I'm a Bi girl, I have depression and I'm fat but I'm aware that's nothing to compare with being a woman of color and being a muslim woman. So yes, I think there is a lot of things that I did not understandd in why people hated this season and I should just accept WoC European Muslim critics and not try to say 'you're wrong' so I hope I'm not doing that here. I just wish to share my likes and dislikes of the season. Sometimes I have to think about an issue for a whole week to just kind of understand something I didn't agreed on before, so I'll be patient . Perhaps in two weeks I will just see the whole season on a different way. Perhaps I'm being too kind on the compliments (The other day I read that you shouldn't praise someone because they're being against racism because racism shouldn't exist in the first place. I'm still debating on that subject but I'm wondering if that applies here).

The thing is I'm still glad that this season exist. Yes it's really not perfect and yes the whole 'the girls never apologized or stand by Imane' is awful. I'm glad in the sense that I wished I could have seen this on TV when I was myself in highschool. When I was as ignorant as Daphné (...yeah... That sucks....I don't really understand how I managed to have friends). Because seeing that show, seeing all of what Imane had to go through would really made me oppened my eyes. It would have been a slap to the face and a needed wake up call. But yes, I agree, it was far from enough. So I'm a little on both sides. But as the same time I’m saying that this is an important season to see as a white ignorant woman, but perhaps that’s the whole issue ? That Imane’s season shouldn’t be made for white woman like a POV on a WOC every day life but just a story for Imane to live herself ?

#skam france #some thoughts

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seasonofthegeek · 6 years ago

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Hot for Teacher, Part 2

Yeah, I just used that title because I can. :D

Today’s drabble is dedicated to @munofsilver to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I hope your December is full of the most wonderful things.

Parts 1, 2:

“Now that the business part of the meeting is out of the way, I have something else to talk to you about.” Nathaniel closed Levi’s progress folder and put it on top of a messy pile on the left side of his desk.

“Can we talk about how awful your filing system is?” Chloe teased, leaning forward in her chair. “Because honestly, how you find anything on this desk is beyond me.”

“Hey, I have a method to the madness.”

“Which is?”

He flushed. “I throw stuff around until I find what I’m looking for and then immediately misplace it when I’m done.”

“Sounds efficient.”

“Oh, it definitely is,” he grinned. “I probably only waste half of my day looking for things.”

She laughed. “Why don’t you get a file cabinet?”

“I wouldn’t use it,” he shrugged. “I would have the best intentions but I know me.”

“At least you can be honest with yourself.”

“At least that.” He cleared his throat. “So, uh, I don’t want this to come off as inappropriate but I was wondering if maybe I could take you out sometime.”

Chloe tried not to wince. “That’s what I was afraid you wanted to talk about.”

“That obvious, huh?”

“Nathaniel, you’re really nice--”

“We don’t have to do this,” he interrupted, holding up a hand. “I’m fine if you’re not into it, seriously. I just thought I should at least ask. I’ve really enjoyed reconnecting with you at these meetings and wanted to put that out there.”

“I don’t want things to get weird,” she frowned.

Nathaniel smiled. “I’m not going to be weird now, promise. Well, no weirder anyway.”

Chloe let out a soft chuckle. “Thanks. I haven’t dated anyone since I left Levi’s dad and I’m just not there yet.” She finally looked across the desk at him. “Not to say that I’ll never be ready; I’m just not right now.”

“Noted.”

She picked up the strap of her purse but then let it drop again. “What about you?”

Nathaniel blinked in surprise. “What do you mean?”

“I’m guessing you aren’t dating anyone right now but has there ever been anything serious?” She laughed with a little shrug. “You know my skeletons so it only seemed fair to ask under the circumstances.”

He sat back in his squeaky desk chair. “Not too many relationships really. You remember Marc from school, right? We were together for six or so years but...things just don’t work out sometimes, you know? Even when nothing bad happens.”

“You drifted apart?”

“We wanted different things and yeah, I guess that caused us to drift until one day we both realized it just wasn’t much of a relationship anymore.”

“That sucks.”

“It does a little but we’re still friends. He’s moved out of the country but we still email occasionally to keep up with what’s going on. It’s nice.”

“That is nice,” she agreed but her face had a faraway look on it.

Nathaniel was tempted to press for more information about her former marriage but he held strong. He felt like they were teetering on the edge of something and one wrong move would have it all crashing down.

Chloe gathered up her purse and stood. “I should get going. Levi will be out of his last class soon and I think I’m going to stay off for the rest of the day so he and I can go run some errands.”

“I’m sure he’ll enjoy that.”

She nodded and bit her lip. “Thanks again for how much you’ve been helping him, Nathaniel. It really does mean the world to me.”

“It’s all selfish really. He’s a great artist and student and I get to reconnect with an old friend,” he smiled. “Same time next week for another progress update?”

“I’ll be here,” she nodded, furrowed brow finally smoothing out. “Do you drink coffee?”

“I think my blood has been replaced by coffee at this point for the most part.”

“Then I’ll bring you a coffee next week,” she promised.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

Buy me a cherry coke?

#chlonath #chloe bourgeois #nathaniel kurtzberg #miraculous ladybug #oops I drabbled again

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something-tofightfor · 6 years ago

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The Punisher Season 2: Episodes 1-5

My reactions as I watched these episodes:

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT. SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT. SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT. I literally tagged it four different ways for spoilers so if you read them after this it’s your own damn fault.

1: Roadhouse Blues HE IS IN BED WITH A WOMAN THINKING OF KAREN WHAT THE FUCK “Take the good when it comes” AND HES THINKING OF BILLY ALONG WITH THE KIDS MY FUCKING MIND IS BLOWN Frank is so comfortable around kids. This is going to end horribly. He’s gonna go back to this bar and all hell is going to break loose. Frank with blood dripping out of his nose is a MOOD Bathroom fight = Bar fight... not even an episode in and he’s already shot. Sucks to be you Beth. MADANI. Drinking at the foot of Billy’s bed. “Sweet dreams asshole” IVE MISSED THOSE EYES.

2: Fight or Flight Oh look they’re in Ohio. PLEASE OH PLEASE LET HIM SAY RACHEL BECAUSE HEARING JON BERNTHAL GRUNT MY NAME WOULD BE HEAVEN Aaaaaaand there’s his ass HE IS DIGGING A BULLET OUT OF HIS ASS AND NOW SHE IS YIKES And now he’s grunting “get it” - I CANT. She’s lying. She’s a liar. Lying. And he knows it. He’s gonna be pissed when he realizes how young she is but she’s now ziptied to the bed - and now he’s duct taping her mouth shut this is wonderful and i hope it stays this way for 11 more episodes MADANI IS A GODDAMN MESS Broken Billy is going to be a problem for me. And at this point I feel like he genuinely doesn’t remember. Beth is lying for Frank. Interesting. .... nevermind HE JUST SAID MY NAME .... you did have to get involved didn’t you, Frank. I DO like this girl calling him out though .... back to the tape and zip ties. My god billy is so anxious about his face he turns to the side to take his medication. the last thing he remembers is fucking being in the barracks. “Frank was your friend?” “My brother” OH MY GOD His memory is only there for a few minutes at a time. GODDAMN. Pilgrim doesn’t want to hear swearing... hmmmmmm - he’s connected to this girl in a more meaningful way than i thought before. HI RAFI. I AGREE WITH YOU. Madani is convinced that billy is faking. LET IT GO this girl is pointing a gun at frank. Yeah that’s not going to end well Oh look he killed a bunch of people and then ended up arrested .... Rachel, you’re.... a fucking horrible liar ... FRANK IN A DRUG RUG DINAH DREAMING ABOUT BILLY ON TOP OF HER AND NAKED - SAME MADANI SAME. that fucking little smirk. OH MY GOD “They died from terminal stupidity”

3: Trouble the Water hello, Beverly Marsh. I see you in this creepy ass cult. The cadence of Pilgrim’s voice is both soothing and unsettling at the same time, how is this possible? So pilgrim is covered in faded white supremacy tattoos. That’s.... interesting. Frank is trying to warn these people. They should listen. Billy is avoiding sleep. His mannerisms are making me really nervous. He’s doing a good job. Holy shit he just handed those cops their asses. Why is Dumont limping BYE BILLY . Gif ... is.... Pilgrim trying to prove his faith to save his wife? Madani in a big friggin hurry to prove she was right, acting concerned - she still doesn’t get it Unless he’s truly playing them all LMAO DUMONT CALLING MADANI OUT ABOUT NOT KNOWING HOW TO TELL THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN REALITY AND FICTION hi, brett! Good to see you! Madani stole the journal. Hmmm As always frank is the most aware person in the room and he still has no idea what’s going on Ogden’s gonna die. Nice knowing you kid. Picking them off one by one by one... this cult is full of snipers “Sweet boneless Jesus” is my new statement Oh the girl finally did something useful Police station shootout is actually pretty intense Ogden literally got shot in the stomach and still wants to help. That’s how we DO IT in Ohio Marlena is a bitch, but she is focused on frank. This very quickly became personal for her. .... oh. Frank castle literally set two men on fire with one bullet. My fucking hero Him sprinting around in this forest is incredible he’s like a murder gazelle Dinah shows up at the exact right time to save frank and to tell him that Billy broke out of the hospital... guess it’s time to go back to New York. WHAT IS ON THESE ANCIENT ASS FILM ROLLS?!?! who even uses film cameras anymore 4: Scar Tissue I NEED TO SEE BILLY RUSSO IN THIS I GOT A BIG DICK T SHIRT Ok but where are you going IN YOUR SOCKS, sir? HI HELLO I SEE YOU IN THOSE GLASSES Madani still chewing her aspirin i see Two locks on her bedroom door, madani is scared This crazy bitch is sleeping under the bed ... nevermind she’s crying not sleeping IM SO SAD HE PUT THE GODDAMN SHIRT ON INSIDE OUT Holy fuck the look on his face and in his eyes when he sees himself for the first time before the injuries. Oh my god oh my god Floriana Lima sucks. Billy went 6 months without decorating the mask. His eyes are so expressive goddamn Frank and Madani hate each other 6 week coma.... facial reconstruction... Billy was biding his time. Madani with his bloody punisher vest casually in her closet, ok. HI CURTIS. i see you’re better prepared Curtis believes Billy doesn’t remember. And he was listed as Billy’s next of kin... heartbreaking. Curtis is describing Billy and Frank with this single conversation. Interesting. Holy shit is he back at the group home?! Casual billy in jeans and a beanie.... yesssss WAIT ITS A FLASHBACK OH HELL YES BUT WHOSE FLASHBACK IS IT Moments of sleep... the mask... Oh fuck. Billy’s going to kill the dude that hurt him Oh fuck oh fuck Finally this dumb girl is opening up. And Frank just decided to keep himself inserted in this, but there’s never really been a choice for him I guess. Billy went to the group home and it was gone and thats the only place he had to go. Jesus, they’re really making you feel for him. He had nowhere and no one to go to so he went to his GODDAMN ABUSER. “You were a good looking kid. It’s a damn shame” FUCK HIM UP BILLY DONT YOU TAKE THAT SHIT Amy’s expression while listening to Madani and Frank 🤣🤣🤣 Oh this motherfucker just poked him in the chest and is bragging about what he did. COME ON BILLY KILL HIM Amy figuring out who frank is and what he did... hmmmmm Madani showing up at the house like a psychopath HOLY SHIT HE STABBED HIM IN THE CHEST WITH A MOP HANDLE ..... fuck. I swear if she takes advantage of him I’m going to scream Billy knows that he deserves what’s happened to him, but not WHY. That’s big. She’s suggesting redemption. ... he wants to see the best version of himself again. He wants to fix things. And i think he’s serious. I’m very conflicted

5: One-Eyed Jacks Stack the deck - gotta be the dealer... good advice frank. Hi, Turk! Setting up a meeting.... interesting angle frank. Madani is having a nightmare at the same time billy is actually sleeping. Interesting. WHO SLEEPS IN A SILK NIGHTGOWN LIKE THAT madani is seeing billy without scars in her nightmares and sleeping with s gun under her pillow. “I don’t want to feel it, I want to kill it” ... She’s helping him, but i don’t know WHY. And i want to trust her but i just CANT Billy Russo just said “please” and “thank you” in the same conversation... and meant it. WHAT ARE THESE SCARS ON HER ARMS Frank agrees that Billy was right to kill Arthur. Ok back to the creepy cult Leave your dad alone, kid... he’s a little busy Oh frank is going to kill every single person in this gym. I could have done without the Amy-splurging montage... unless she bought something worthwhile. NOT A DRILL BILLY FUCKING RUSSO IN A TOWEL holy hell is he ripped. I literally had to watch this scene like 4 times because i know it’s important but i couldn’t focus The snake and the rebirth idea is really interesting to me. “The sick are transformed by the healer’s art” .... she’s trying to transform billy. She’s trying to cleanse him... but for what purpose? Madani with Curtis. This is good. Maybe he can help her. Nevermind they’re lying to each other about frank. Madani opening up in the group.... interesting. She feels her life is ruined. Billy and this airman getting drunk is the buddy comedy i didn’t know i needed ... here comes the gym YIKES THAT DUDES FACE These people taking selfies in the bar... Billy’s going to get his photo taken He’s just trying to reconnect with another military man. I didn’t even think about that before SWEAR TO GOD IF BILLY STARTS DOING COKE INTERESTING. He knows who billy is. Krista is horrified of heights.... interesting as hell. So she’s just as fucked as billy Ah fuck. Pilgrim is in New York.

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CUPCAKE & CINNAMON ➝ GRANBIN.

TAGGING ➝ Grant McCarthy, Robin St. James.

LOCATION ➝ Hospital; car.

TIME FRAME ➝ 4/22, late morning.

WARNINGS ➝ NSFW.

NOTES ➝ Grant and Robin find out they’re having twins. Also they have sex because when don’t they?

GRANT MCCARTHY

Grant felt a lot different about this appointment than he had their last one. It wasn’t that he hadn’t been excited for their first appointment. He had just been worried. They were still waiting for an actual confirmation last time, but this was different. They knew Robin was pregnant. And this time, they were actually going to get to see the baby. That was a whole different ballgame. He was just excited to see Robin experience all of these things for the first time. It was her first child. And even though it was his second, he felt a lot more involved this time around. His hated of Jessica and his busy schedule had kept him sort of distanced from Jessica during her pregnancy. It didn’t take long for Robin’s name to be called and for the two of them to head back into the actual exam room. He held onto Robin’s hand the entire walk from the waiting room into the exam room. Of course. They were always holding hands anyway. The nurse asked a couple questions, similar to the things they were asked last time. A lot of questions that were for Robin since she was the one pregnant. Then the nurse left them alone to wait for the sonogram technician, so they could actually see their baby. “I went to a couple of these with Jessica. I remember she complained that the gel is really cold. Just warning you,” Grant said with a small smile. He was always in awe of Robin, but the fact that she was carrying their child only made him love her more. “We’ll get to hear Cupcake’s heartbeat. Actually see him or her and realize they’re so huge,” he said, trying to make a joke. He knew she was still worried about what Jessica had said a few days ago and he was still trying to ease her worry a little bit.

ROBIN ST. JAMES

Robin had been excited for this appointment, way more so than their first one. There was so much they were unsure of last time, but not this time. This time would be different. Her bump showed that there was very evidently a baby growing inside of her, so there was no guessing, no wondering if the pregnancy tests had been wrong. She was just excited. Then Jessica had opened her mouth, and suddenly Robin felt that familiar worry again. It wasn’t like they couldn’t afford more than one baby, or they didn’t have the room or the love for more than one baby. It was more so that Robin was already terrified of passing along her illness to one child, let alone two. And she didn’t know what kind of mother she was going to be. Maybe to one, she’d be great. What if more were too many for her? She tried to keep an open mind, tried to tell herself that Jessica was wrong, though she knew she seemed worried throughout the entire day, and that the short responses she was giving to the nurse’s questions may have been efficient enough for the nurse, but that Grant knew her better than that. She was expecting him to say something about it once they were alone, but was grateful that he didn’t, and Robin looked over at him as she laid back against the bed where the nurse had left her, her hand in her fiancé’s. “I’m growing a human in my body, the last thing I care about is cold gel,” she laughed softly, her thumb instinctively running along his knuckles. Her other hand was resting naturally on her stomach. The top of the bed was elevated, and she rested her head back against it, staring up at the ceiling and letting out a small sigh, head shaking a little bit. “I’m worried,” she admitted, not yet making eye contact with Grant. “What if Jessica was right? Most of the time she’s just trying to be a bitch, but she seemed so serious.” Finally, she looked over at him, her voice small. “What do we do? What if it’s too much?”

GRANT MCCARTHY

Nobody knew Robin as well as Grant did. He could tell that the whole Jessica thing was weighing on her. Jessica was good at that. Finding out how to get into someone’s head. It was one of her talents. She had done it to Grant many times and it sucked that she had been able to do it to Robin. It would have made him angry, if he gave a damn about Jessica, but it didn’t. She was just Jessica and he used to her antics by now. Still, he wanted to make Robin feel better. That was his main priority. “If you say so, but if it’s super cold, you can squeeze my hand as hard as you want. I can take it,” he replied with a grin. He didn’t really know what to think of the idea of having more than one baby. It seemed crazy. Not that crazy since Robin was a quadruplet and he had a set of twin siblings himself. It wasn’t impossible, but he wasn’t sure if he was ready for it. It wasn’t because he didn’t think they could handle it. He had faith in them. It was just a lot to take on all at once. “Jessica’s always trying to be a bitch,” Grant said with a shrug. He lifted up their intertwined hands and brought her hand to his lips, placing a small kiss against it. “We’ll sell one of them. It’ll be fine,” he joked. He didn’t have much of a sense of humor usually, but felt himself trying his hardest to just make Robin laugh. He figured it might help her deal with the stress of thinking about having twins, or even triplets. He didn’t want to think about more than that. He honestly didn’t think he and Robin could handle four babies. He didn’t think anyone could. “Do you love me, Robin?” He asked, already knowing the answer to the question. “The man you love is right here telling you that we’ll be fine. We can handle one baby. Or two babies. I trust you. I know you’re going to be a great mother. No matter how many babies are in there.”

ROBIN ST. JAMES

Although she was definitely worried, if there was anyone that could help to ease her mind, it was Grant. Just being around him always made her feel calmer. Even if she was in the midst of a total breakdown, having one of her recently more frequent episodes, Grant being there could always help to soothe her, always bring her back faster. So the fact that he was here now helped, and she laughed quietly in response. “Alright, deal. Think you can handle it without an epidural? I have a habit of squeezing really hard, but I hear they’re easy to get ahold of here.” Her tone was playful but still soft, laced with a kind of undeniable sadness. Still, Grant managed to make her laugh again, a little more authentically this time, too. “I bet that was something my dad said to my mom when they found out about me and my sisters. We’ll sell three.” Honestly, the thought of one baby was scary to her, so how her parents had successfully raised quads, and then another two afterwards, was wild. Taking comfort in her fiancé again, she nodded when he questioned her, even though he already knew the answer, and offered him a small, appreciative smile, watching as he lifted their hands to kiss hers. “Okay,” she agreed, her voice still soft, though it was sincere. “You’re right. I trust you.” She gently squeezed his hand as the door opened with the lady who Robin assumed was the sonogram technician came in to join them. She sat up a little, shaking the lady’s hand and going back and forth with her questions and information, before she had Robin lift the loose shirt she was wearing to reveal her bump. The tech explained that the gel would be cold before squeezing a good amount out onto her stomach, the feeling causing Robin to jump a little bit. She squeezed Grant’s hand in reaction, laughing softly as she looked over at him. “Jessica was right, about it being cold,” she nodded, turning to look over at the screen as she technician began moving the wand over her stomach. Robin had no idea what she was seeing on the screen, she was just waiting to hear their baby’s heartbeat.

GRANT MCCARTHY

Grant liked being the calming force in Robin’s life. She was his too. She wasn’t the only person in their relationship that had a tendency to spiral out. There were definitely instances where she had to calm him down. He liked that about them. They were always helping each other. it wasn’t a one-way street with them. He was able to help through breakdowns and she helped him when he was being neurotic and jealous and couldn’t calm down. Plus, she had helped him reconnect with his daughter in a way that he hadn’t deemed possible. Although, she wouldn’t take any credit for it, Grant was still incredibly thankful for everything she’d done to help him bond with Caroline. “Are you accusing me of making dad jokes?” Grant teased, letting out a small laugh. He wanted to spend more time reassuring his fiancé that everything was going to be alright, soon they were being joined by the sonogram technician and all he could think about was being able to see their beautiful baby. He knew it was still going to be way too early to tell if baby Cupcake was a boy or a girl, but at least they’d be able to see their healthy baby. He leaned over and pressed a kiss on top of Robin’s head before turning his attention back to the screen. He stood there with a dopey smile on his face, waiting patiently to hear the heartbeat of their baby. And suddenly there it was. Beating with a quick rhythm. “It’s supposed to be that fast, right?” He questioned, getting a smile and a nod from the technician. He remembered that from Caroline. “And here’s the second heartbeat.” He scrunched up his face at the technician before looking down at Robin with a shake of his head. “I guess Jessica really was right. Two heartbeats mean... Two babies.”

ROBIN ST. JAMES

This was scary. Laying on a bed in an examination room, about to see and hear their baby for the first time, it was all so scary, but Grant had some kind of magic touch where Robin was concerned. In spite of her fears, he could still make her joke around with him, and she found herself laughing again at his question. “That’s exactly what I’m saying,” she nodded her head, squeezing gently onto his hand. The technician commented on how adorable the two of them were once she’d entered, likely a way of trying to ease their minds, but Robin appreciated it regardless. She knew that to most people they probably seemed obsessive and annoying, but as far as she was concerned, they were adorable, so she appreciated when others pointed it out, too. Was it possible for a heartbeat to also be adorable? Because that was Robin’s first thought when she heard it filling the room, almost forgetting to breathe herself as she listened intently. It didn’t even sound like a heartbeat. It was fast and sounded echoey, but Robin couldn’t help but think it was perfect. It was beautiful. So much so that even as the technician continued, bringing up the second heartbeat, Robin didn’t freak out. “Twins?” She questioned, voice cracking a little bit, though it wasn’t in the terrified, devastated way she’d expected. The tears her eyes were filling with as the technician explained that yes, they were going to be having twins, were honestly happy ones. She couldn’t explain the feeling. Robin finally tore her gaze from the screen to look up at Grant through teary eyes, the smile on her lips a natural one. “Do you hear that?” She asked, voice soft, “Those are our babies.”

GRANT MCCARTHY

Grant didn’t really believe the technician when she said they looked adorable. They were annoying to the outside world. He was sure of that. The rarely ever let go of each other’s hands and they were almost always kissing. Sometimes, inappropriately so. They were keeping things G-rated right now. There was absolutely nothing sexy about a doctor’s office. They were both so focused on seeing their son or daughter for the first time. Grant couldn’t even remember the last time he had been so excited about something. Probably when they had come here for the initial visit. He had been pretty excited to confirm that they were growing their family. Hearing the first heartbeat was overwhelming. He knew they were having a baby, but this was so real. That was their baby. Then there was the second heartbeat and he found himself trying to gauge Robin’s reaction. He needed to know if he was going to have to calm her down or what, but she seemed clam already. And happy. “Those are our babies,” he repeated, before leaning down to press a small kiss on her lips. “I can’t believe it,” he mumbled out, shaking his head. It was kind of unbelievable. But they were Robin and Grant. They didn’t do things half-ass, so if they were going to be having a baby together after a few months of dating then of course, it was going to be twins. “Cupcake and Cinnamon McCarthy,” he teased, shaking his head. He could tell from the look on the technician’s face that she was hoping that they didn’t really give their babies those awful names. Twins was going to make everything different. He squinted down at the screen, trying to make sure he could see both babies in the image. “You’re gonna print this out, right?” He questioned, receiving a confirmation from the woman. He was a proud dad. He wanted as many copies as he could get.

ROBIN ST. JAMES

Robin had always been such an unpredictable person. Even she couldn’t predict her next move sometimes, so nothing really surprised her anymore. But she and Grant did. Everything that maybe should’ve been bad, that she thought would’ve been scary and upsetting, she found herself feeling the exact opposite with Grant by her side. She’d been terrified when she’d first taken those tests, but before the day was even through, she’d accepted it and even allowed herself to feel excited. This was just like that. She’d been terrified that this was more than one baby, but when the reality hit, when the confirmation that it was came, things suddenly weren’t so scary anymore. She watched the screen in awe, still not fully believing it even as she’d turned to look up at Grant. Robin lifted a hand to rest her fingers under his chin when he moved to lean in, smiling against his lips in spite of her tears that were definitely now wetting his face, too. Her small giggle was natural as she pulled away, nodding her head. “Cupcake and Cinnamon,” she repeated, looking over at the technician and quickly adding, “Very much subject to change.” The way Grant seemed so excited only made Robin feel even better about the whole thing. “Now we just need to know if they’re boys or girls.” She looked up at her fiancé again. “We’re not waiting to find that out, by the way. As soon as we can know, we’re going to.” Obviously Grant got a say in that too, but they both knew he’d let her get her way. The technician explained that they’d hopefully be able to find out the sex of their babies at their next appointment in about eight weeks time. She finished up whatever she was doing on the screen, halfheartedly wiped off the remaining gel from Robin’s stomach — she’d go home and shower, most likely with Grant, it was fine — then told her she could pull her shirt back down, which Robin did. Her hands were a little shaky as she looked up at Grant, the technician busy getting their copies ready. “Are you scared?” She asked her fiancé in a soft voice, her own cheeks still wet, but there was a gentle smile on her face. “I am, but I think it’s good scared now.” She wanted nothing more than to kiss him, but she’d wait until they were out of here and in their car for that.

GRANT MCCARTHY

Grant never liked surprises. Even on his birthday he played along and pretended to enjoy the surprises Caroline and Robin had planned for him. This was a different surprise. One he actually enjoyed. He was definitely terrified. But no more terrified than he was by the idea of one baby. He had come to terms with her pregnancy a little quicker than Robin had. Even while she was still in denial, he pretty much knew it was a done deal. He was still adjusting to the fact they had just seen twins, but he was happy about it. He was ecstatic. “Or one of each,” he suggested with a shrug. Gender didn’t matter to him. He may have leaned more toward boys just because their house was very much controlled by the women living in it, but he really didn’t care. He liked raising a daughter and would not mind raising one or two more. Whatever Robin wanted, she was going to get. So, if she wanted to wait to find out the genders, he would. Even if it killed him. Thankfully, they were on the same page and wanted to know as soon as they could. He nodded his head as the technician spoke. He was already pretty excited about their next appointment. Grant could feel that Robin’s nervousness hadn’t completely dissipated. He was hoping it was more of happy nervousness. Similar to what he was feeling. “Yeah. I’m a little scared,” he admitted. He always knew he could be honest with Robin. Even if he wanted to be super strong and tell her everything was going to be okay, and he truly did believe that everything was going to be okay, he still wanted to be truthful with her. “I’m excited though,” he mumbled out with a soft chuckle. “This is a good thing. This is a great thing. I’m so in love with you and I love our family.” He had been smiling since they walked into that office and it left his face yet. At this rate, it never would. “Honestly with two babies, that gives us a family of five. That’s a starting lineup for a basketball game.”

ROBIN ST. JAMES

She was still trying to digest the idea that there were two babies in there, so for some reason, the thought of there being one of each gender had slipped her mind. Maybe because she and her quads were all girls, or because Grant’s twin siblings were both girls. That thought was exciting, though, the thought of one of each? It made her eyes glisten, not just because they were still filled with tears. “Or one of each,” she agreed, nodding her head. It wasn’t like she wanted Grant to feel any kind of uncomfortable way about any of this, but it was almost a comfort to her to hear that he was a little scared, too. That it wasn’t just her, and that it didn’t automatically make her a terrible parent. It made her feel normal. “I’m so in love with you, too,” she nodded, wondering if the technician still thought they were adorable or sickening by now. Not that Robin cared. Plus, they didn’t have too much longer in the room, and soon were being told they were allowed to leave, with the technician handing over an envelope with their things. “You’re so goofy sometimes,” Robin grinned up at her fiancé as she climbed down from the bed, taking his hand in her own. “I don’t know how good I’d be at basketball. You and Caroline are tall, but I’m like a mouse. Our baby might be, too.” She paused, lips curving upward a little. “Our babies, I mean. Two babies.” It was beginning to sink in a little better now. Robin thanked the technician, then walked hand in hand with Grant out of the room, looking up at him once they were back outside. “I’m gonna get a mom haircut,” she decided, glancing down at her currently just below boob-length hair. “You tell dad jokes, and we’re about to have three kids. I need a mom haircut. But first we should go home and shower, that stuff was sticky. Wanna shower with me?”

GRANT MCCARTHY

Grant could tell from the technician’s expression that she didn’t think they were all that adorable anymore. They were annoying. They were constantly gushing about how much they loved each other and didn’t understand that some people probably weren’t into all of their PDA, but they were Grant and Robin, so they had no plans to change that about themselves anytime soon. Especially not now. They were both excited. They’d just seen their babies for the first time ever. And they’d just found out that they were having multiple babies instead of just one. It was crazy to think about. He was relieved when the tech handed over the envelope full of materials. He was pretty excited to show off these pictures. Addie was going to see thousands of them. And Kristy was probably going to be bombarded with them too. He had been this way about Caroline too. He still carried the first picture of him holding her around in his wallet. She hated it, but he didn’t care. She was his baby. And it wasn’t any different for the two babies Robin was carrying. He was going to carry their sonogram picture around in his wallet until they got their next one, then he’d eventually replace it with actual pictures of them once they were born. He helped his fiancé climb off the bed and immediately started guiding them in the direction of the exit. Even if they had gotten good news, hospitals still sucked, and he was ready to go. “Have you ever tried to play basketball? You could be great. I’ll teach you as soon as possible. You’re gonna be huge,” he teased, letting out a soft chuckle. Jessica had been right. She was clearly carrying more than one baby in there. “I don’t tell dad jokes. I tell Grant jokes,” he shrugged, using his free hand to twirl his fingers in her hair. “I love your hair. Mom haircut or no mom haircut,” he said with a small smile. He perked up his eyebrow at her and moved to open her car door once they’d reached it. “I will never say no to a shower with you. You know that.”

ROBIN ST. JAMES

Just like last time, Robin found that she was leaving the hospital in much better spirits than she had been when she’d entered. Last time, she’d been worried about the outcome of the tests, and whether there was actually a baby there at all. This time, she’d been worried about how many babies, and was still surprised by how happy she was with the result. Her smile was pretty permanent for now, even if she did playfully roll her eyes up at her fiancé. “I have. I have a little brother, I used to try play basketball with him and my dad. I was never any good at it,” she admitted, glaring at him as he continued. “Was that about my epic basketball skills, or about the size of my bump?” Not that she was actually angry. Honestly, Robin was kind of excited to see the progress as their babies grew inside of her. Although she wasn’t so excited for how much more exhausted the extra weight was probably going to make her. She was under three months pregnant and already found herself needing to nap all the time. So, she was grateful once they’d reached the car and she could sit, sliding into the passenger side and smiling up at Grant. “I like my hair too, but I think I’ll like it even better shorter. Besides,” She paused, pulling her seatbelt in place, “Think about how much hotter it’ll be for you to pull on it.” A smirk stretched naturally across her lips as she sat back into the seat, tugging the door closed behind her and waited for Grant to hop in, too. Once he had, Robin’s hand immediately found its way to his thigh, just resting there where it always did when they were in the car together, while her other hand settled on top of her stomach. “Are you still gonna think I’m hot?” She asked, glancing over at him. “When I have a bump big enough for two babies?”

GRANT MCCARTHY

This visit had been a lot better than their last. Their last was great, but they were less worried and on their way to the car, they weren’t swarmed by people with cameras trying to take their picture. He was still pissed that even happened. Plus, he was pretty confident that Scott and Charlie weren’t going to be waiting for them when they got home. If they were, then he was just going to have to punch one or both of them again because nothing was going to kill his joy today. They had just found out they were having two babies and all he wanted to focus on was their own happiness and their life together. “That was about the size of your bump,” he admitted with a chuckle. Once she was in her seat, he made his way over to the driver’s side and climbed in, shutting the door behind him. “I do love pulling your hair,” he grinned as he felt her hand rest on his thigh. He loved that feeling. It was comfortable. That was just how they rode in the car together. He glanced over at her and sent a wink in her direction before starting the car, setting off in the direction of their house. “I should never shave my head, huh? You’d have nothing to hold onto.” They were always like this, even before they were together. Touchy and flirty without even really trying. They were both right though. They did have a habit of pulling each other’s hair. And they both loved it. “I have always thought you were hot,” he replied with a small shrug. He didn’t think there was ever going to be a time when he didn’t want his future wife. Even when she was going to look super pregnant, he was sure that he was going to want her. Because she was Robin and he was Grant. “I think we’ll have to be a little creative with positions,” he teased, letting out a small chuckle. “Car sex will definitely be out of the question. But the shower will still work.”

ROBIN ST. JAMES

“I thought it might’ve been,” Robin glared playfully up at him. Of course, playing fake annoyed didn’t stop her from her hand resting exactly where it usually did. She always wanted to be touching Grant. They’d never had a serious fight, but she was pretty sure that if that day came, they’d still somehow manage to be touching one another the whole time. It was kind of laughable, the idea of them yelling back and forth while holding onto each other’s hand. Not that she wanted to experience it. She was kind of on cloud nine right now as she sat comfortably in the passenger seat, head resting back and face turned toward her fiancé. “I know you do. But imagine how much hotter it would be if it was like this length,” she brought up the hand from her stomach to motion to her shoulders, “You’d be able to get your fingers right the way in then.” Leaving the hospital was probably not the time nor the place to be talking about sexual things, but this was just them. They evidently didn’t wait for appropriate times to express their constant need for each other. Why should they? Robin’s eyes widened. “Shave your head? Nope, no way,” she shook her head. “I mean, you would look super hot, but I need to pull on your hair when you’re going down on me. I know you like it when I guide you,” she smirked, always entirely comfortable to discuss their sex life so openly with him. His response made her smile, it reassured her, and Robin nodded in understanding. “So I’ll still be very fine looking?” She teased, smirk returning as he continued. “That wasn’t a hint for car sex, was it, baby?” She spoke softly, her hand traveling slowly up his inner thigh. She squeezed gently with her fingers. “I’d give you road head right now, but my three babies are in this car, I can’t risk distracting you like that.” Her voice softened further. “But if you want to pull over somewhere, I have a feeling this skirt might make for perfect car sex access.”

GRANT MCCARTHY

The first time they’d had sex, Grant had looked over at her and had paid her some awkward compliment because he was so uncomfortable talking about those things. He wasn’t open like she was. At least, not back then. Now he could laugh and make jokes about their sex life and talk about it as openly as she wanted. He knew she liked that. Plus, it didn’t hurt that whenever he talked about how much he enjoyed being with her, it usually got her all worked up and it led to more sex. She had definitely reinforced that behavior. “That does sound really fucking hot,” he mumbled out, glancing over at her. “I think you like it when I pull your hair as much as I do,” he teased. Talking to Robin about sex, thinking about sex with Robin, it didn’t matter, but it almost always put him in the mood. If it were up to him, he’d speed up and get them home as quickly as possible, but his future wife and babies were in the car and he wasn’t going to risk that. He’d just have to wait to be with her. Grant knew there was no real way their sex life was going to change because she was pregnant. Honestly, they would probably have a lot less sex when the babies were born, but he didn’t want to scare her with that information. Getting alone time together was going to be difficult when they had two little people screaming for their attention 24/7. “Is my girl feeling a little frisky?” He teased, licking his lips as he glanced over at her. He turned his attention back to the road as he started searching for a side road to pull over at. One of the last times they’d pulled over in a car together, he’d been pretty depressed thinking this was going to be their last kiss ever. “Take off your panties,” he instructed as he kept looking for a spot to stop in. He spotted one and finally pulled the car to a stop, putting it in park and taking off his seatbelt. “You know someone could see us in here,” he teased, biting down on his bottom lip.

ROBIN ST. JAMES

To put it bluntly, Robin loved sex. She always had. But never more so than when she’d met Grant. Sex with Grant made everybody else she’d ever been with seem so insignificant, because it was true that with feelings it was better, and she’d never felt anything as deeply for anybody as she did for Grant. So, it wasn’t even just a hormonal pregnancy related thing, the fact that she always wanted him so badly. It was a Grant and Robin thing, and luckily, it seemed they were both always just as in the mood as each other. Even now, driving home from the hospital. “You know I do, baby. I love it when you’re rough with me,” she winked, fingers brushing along his inner thigh. She suddenly wished there was no barrier between her hand and his leg, since just this conversation was turning her on. “Your girl is always feeling a little frisky when she’s around her man,” she smirked, nodding her head. They hadn’t been able to keep their hands to themselves right from the start, so it really wasn’t any kind of surprise. It was an even bigger turn on, watching as Grant searched for a private spot for them. It told her he wanted this just as much as she did, and Robin’s smirk returned once more as he instructed her to take off her panties. “Oh, sweetie, you think you’re calling the shots here?” She shook her head, hand cupping between his legs for a moment, before she pulled it away to take off her seatbelt. “We’re pulled over because I told you to.” Shifting in her seat, Robin moved over the center console to eventually straddle Grant’s lap once he was parked, looking down at him with a smug expression as her hands rested on his cheeks, making him look up at her. “And what your baby wants, your baby gets, right?” Her voice quietened as she ducked her head to press her lips to his neck, mumbling against his skin. “You take them off. Rip them just like you did after the party that time. And then unfasten your pants so I can ride you as hard as we both know you want me to.”

GRANT MCCARTHY

Grant’s eyes couldn’t help but glance down at the hand she was stroking along his thigh. Robin was really good at knowing what to do to get him in the mood. All she had to do was instruct him to find a place to stop and he was already on it. He was never going to turn down an opportunity to be closer to her, even if someone did drive by and see them. He didn’t really care. A trespassing or indecent exposure charge would be worth it. He could already feel himself getting turned on, and that feeling only intensified when she quickly cupped over his bulge before removing her hand. She knew what she was doing. “No ma’am,” he teased, shaking his head. “My baby’s in charge,” he said with a nod. His eyes stayed on her as she started to shift, watching as she climbed over to straddle his lap. “What my baby wants, she gets,” he mumbled out, already enjoying the feeling of her lips on his neck. He moved his hands underneath her skirt, finding his hand to the waistband of her panties. He really did love having a fiancé that liked wearing dresses and skirts. The easy access was greatly appreciated. He pulled at the material the same way he had that other night, gripping at it until it ripped, happy to toss it to the side. His hands moved to the buttons on his own pants, hastily unfastening them so he could feel the feeling he’d been waiting for. He bucked his hips upward and moved his length, teasing at her clit with his tip. He knew how badly Robin wanted him. He knew how they operated. Just their conversation earlier had turned the both of them on. He moaned at the feeling of her wetness against him. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you? You need it, don’t you, baby?” He moaned, still teasing at her center with his shaft. “Show me how badly you want my cock.”

ROBIN ST. JAMES

“That’s right,” Robin nodded her head, eyes filled with lust. It was a contrast from how playful they’d been only moments ago, but that was how they worked. They could go from joking around with each other to suddenly making one another scream in no time, something that Robin happened to love about she and Grant’s relationship. “Good boy,” she smirked against his neck as she felt the snap of her panties breaking away, knowing she was already dripping with her own need for him. Robin brought her head back up so that she could watch him as he followed her instructions, the sight of how hard he was in his own hand making her lick her lips in anticipation. She wanted to feel him inside of her, but she wasn’t done working him up yet. Although she was definitely trying to take the lead here, trying to give Grant orders, she couldn’t deny that there was nothing sexier than the love of her life telling her what to do, and she could feel herself clenching at just the sound of his voice, the feeling of him rubbing himself against her. Robin rocked her hips a little bit, coating him in her wetness. His words made her bite her lip, but she shook her head as she looked down at him. “What did I say?” She asked, voice a little lower, tone laced with lust. “I told you I’m in charge.” Robin paused, reaching for Grant’s hands, effectively pulling him away from where he was holding himself against her. She wrapped her fingers around his wrists, lifting them up above his head and holding them together. Her gaze never left his. “And when I fuck you, when I’m riding your cock, it’s going to be on my terms.” She scanned over his face, her expression serious, despite how badly she ached for him. Finally, she let go of his hands, opening up the door. “Get out,” she instructed, pulling Grant’s arms around her back. He’d know already he had to carry her. “You’re going to fuck me over the hood of the car.”

GRANT MCCARTHY

Grant liked it when Robin took charge. He didn’t mind taking charge either, but there something incredibly sexy about her telling him what to do to her body. He was terrible at holding back though. The anticipation was always too much for him. He wanted her as soon as possible, so once her panties were ripped off, he was just waiting to be inside of her. He was stepping on her toes and he knew that, but it was second nature to him. Wanting to feel her and telling her exactly how badly he wanted to be inside of her. And loved it when she spoke to him and told him she wanted him just as bad, but he was enjoying taking orders from her too. It was hot. Not something people would have thought a six-foot-tall basketball player was into, but he liked it when his super short fiancé bossed him around. He smirked as she pulled his hands away from his length and positioned them over his head, hanging on every word that was coming out of her mouth. “Sorry, ma’am. I just really want you,” he playfully apologized. It was almost painful how much he was throbbing thinking about her. The next words out of her mouth surprised him. They were in a pretty secluded area, but he still couldn’t control the flow of traffic. It wasn’t an impossibility that they wouldn’t be seen. But he was also very interested in finishing what they had started, so he could not complain. He positioned his feet out of the car after she’d opened the door and ducked their heads down, so they didn’t bump once he started to lift them both out of the vehicle. He carried her over to the front of the car, his pants still at his ankles. He placed her down on the ground and turned her around, his hand resting on her head as he bent her down against the car's hood. “Like this, baby? Is this how you want me to fuck you?” He questioned, inching himself closer to her. He knew he couldn’t wait any longer, he needed to feel himself inside of her.

ROBIN ST. JAMES

Where this little act had come from, where Robin had decided she was in charge and Grant had to do as she said, she really didn’t know. But then again, questioning why Robin did anything she did was pointless really. Plus, Grant humored her, which was probably kind of laughable to anyone on the outside looking in. If Grant’s basketball fans could see him taking orders from his tiny blonde fiancée, they probably wouldn’t believe it. “Mhm. Don’t let it happen again,” she warned, her gaze drifting to his lips. She wanted him so badly already, and she knew by how hard he was that he wanted her, too. It was almost torture, making them wait, but Robin was having her fun, and she had a feeling Grant was also into it. It almost surprised her when he did as she said, lifting her up and moving the both of them out of the car and into the possible view of passers by, but it made Robin smirk, and she looked up at him with darkened eyes as he set her down, letting him turn her and bend her over the hood just like she wanted. “Exactly like that,” she nodded, reaching down to grab the fabric of her skirt, inching it upward until she knew he had a good view. “For now, anyway. Go ahead, baby, fuck me. Feel how wet I am for you.” She glanced over her shoulder. “How badly I want your cock.”

GRANT MCCARTHY

Taking orders from Robin was hot. Plain and simple. Grant had a naturally dominant personality from years of playing basketball and from just being born grumpy. He knew what he liked and was always easy to tell someone what he did or didn’t want. That had clearly all changed when he met Robin. From that moment on, he had pretty much been willing to do whatever she wanted. Whether it was play pool or go ice skating, or act like her bitch while they fucked outside of their car. It really didn’t matter. He was going to do. He liked amusing her. As much as Grant wanted her, he also liked playing around with her. He enjoyed carrying her over to the front of the car and bending her over until he had the perfect amount of access. He would have teased her again, but he knew they had to go quickly. As much as they liked an audience, this was a lot even for the two of them. He inched himself forward again, closing any gaps that were between them as he guided his way inside of her. His hand automatically found its way into her hair. She had been right earlier. He really liked pulling her hair and it would be even better after she cut it. He bucked his hips forward, immediately quickening his pace as he reveled in just how wet she really was for him. “Fuck, baby,” he breathed out, bringing his free hand down to slap against her ass. Even though she was still in control, he could not resist the impulse. He moved himself in and out of her as he moaned, the grip he had on her hair tightening. He pulled back on it as he dug his fingers deeper into her locks, his length swelling as he continued with his movements.

ROBIN ST. JAMES

Robin was anything but shy, and if how loudly she’d been screaming for him when his parents were there was anything to go by, she was totally okay with an audience. This was of course a little riskier than just fucking loudly in their home, but she didn’t care. She wanted Grant too badly, so much that she was practically throbbing between her legs once he’d bent her over the car, legs spreading a little. She pushed her hips back as Grant began to guide himself into her, the initial contact drawing a soft moan in response already. She’d only told him minutes prior just how much she liked it when he was rough with her, so she was hopeful that he’d take the hint, and found herself smirking as his fingers gripped onto her hair. “You always fuck me so good,” she breathed, hips rolling to help ease him in and out of her at a faster pace. The slap to her ass was a nice touch, it made Robin whimper in response, then she was back to breathing faster, her head tipped back with his fingers bunched in her hair. She let him continue a moment longer, before finally reaching behind herself to push him back. “Stop,” she ordered, already a little breathless as she pulled away, turning around to face him. “I want to see you.” She grabbed ahold of his shirt, tugging him closer as she hopped up onto the hood of the car, spreading her legs and pulling him in between them. “Fuck me,” she instructed once more, lifting her arms to wrap around his neck. Her gaze locked with his; she wanted to really see him. “Make it even harder this time. Keep going until you make me come.”

GRANT MCCARTHY

There were a lot of things Grant was learning about himself since he and Robin had gotten together. Apparently, he didn’t completely hate holding hands with someone all the time. He actually loved it. Apparently, he didn’t mind that there were tons of flowers in his house and he didn’t hate bubble baths. But the biggest surprise of all was that Grant wasn’t too timid to risk having sex in public places. He had always been so quiet. The most public place he’d ever had sex in before getting with Robin was his back office at the brewery. Even as a wild basketball player, he had never done anything like this. He had never bent a woman over the hood of us in car in a public area and pulled back on her hair while he fucked her. Her words only made him move harder before he shuttered as she pulled away from him. He definitely wasn’t expecting that. “Yes, ma’am,” he replied, smirking as she pulled him closer to her. He repositioned himself at her entrance, laying his hand on their car as he prepared himself to follow orders. She was going to get what she wanted. He guided himself back inside of her, this time not wasting anytime as he started rocking his hips quickly. He started slamming himself inside of her, trying his hardest to brace himself with the hand he had resting on the hood. He brought his other hand to rest on her waist, moans escaping from his mouth with her stroke of his hips. His eyes fluttered shut as he pounded himself inside of her, sliding in and out at quicker, rougher rate. He couldn’t focus. He could feel the beads of sweat dripping from his forehead and he could tell that his hand was probably red judging by how hard he was pressing his hand into it. “Fuck,” he moaned out, exhaling as he cursed.

ROBIN ST. JAMES

If they were at home, if they didn’t have to worry about anyone catching them, Robin would’ve probably had him fuck her from behind a little longer. She would’ve stayed where she was, she would’ve moved against him a little more slowly, because the longer she could make sex with Grant last, the better. She just wanted to be touching him all the time, for the two of them to be wrapped up in each other and connected the way they were. She knew they had to make this faster than usual, though. She also knew it wasn’t going to take her long to reach her edge, because there was really nothing sexier to her than watching Grant’s face as he pounded in and out of her, and now that she was facing him, she could do just that. His movements made Robin moan louder, her hips moving in time with his. “Fuck, Grant,” she moaned, her arms loosening around him so that she could slide her fingers up into the back of his hair. There was no way she was ever letting him shave it, she wouldn’t be able to grip onto it the way she currently was if he did. The car was rocking with their movements, something Robin would probably feel smug about later, but right now, all she could think about was Grant, about what he was doing to her. How he was making her feel. “Baby, come for me,” she instructed breathlessly, leaning forward to bite gently onto his shoulder, just to drown out her sounds. She was moaning loudly already, but it wouldn’t have surprised her if she started screaming, and they really didn’t need that right now. Not here. The hand not tugging on his hair began to roam down his back, fingers gripping onto the fabric of his shirt to keep herself steady as she felt herself reaching her release.

GRANT MCCARTHY

The fear of being caught was causing Grant to move a lot quicker. Quicker than he normally would. But it didn’t how fast or how slow they went. It was always good with them. Even their first time. He couldn’t even remember a time where it hadn’t been completely spectacular. Even this quick fuck on the top of their car was amazing. There were a lot of things he wished they could be doing. He wished he could get on his knees and taste her, but the idea of getting caught was way too prevalent in the back of his mind. As much as Robin had relaxed him as a person, he was still the same neurotic Grant deep down. But he knew she loved him no matter how nervous he acted. And he could tell by the way she gripped his hair when he was deep inside of her and the way she moaned uncontrollably as he continued pushing himself in and out of her. He kept bucking his hips forward, her words begging him to come helping to send him closer to his edge. Robin always knew exactly how to get him there. He sped up a little as he felt himself nearing his release. His body was so very aware of how her hands were roaming over it. Even with his shirt on, it still felt pretty amazing. He exhaled as he finally reached his climax, his high coming down as he slowed his rhythm before coming to a stop. “Fuck,” he breathed out with a soft chuckled as he bent down to pick up his bottoms. He was still a little nervous about literally getting caught with his pants down. He buttoned up pants before leaning down to place a kiss against her lips, making sure to still stand in between her legs. “That was pretty daring, Mrs. McCarthy. I didn’t know you had it in you,” he teased with a smirk. “Do you want me to pick you up? I will carry my babies back into the car.”

ROBIN ST. JAMES

There was no way this was going to be the end of their hooking up for the day. Robin had every intention of fucking her fiancé in the shower as soon as they got home. In fact, maybe she’d have him reenact the time they’d gone iceskating and then fucked up against the front door as soon as they’d walked inside. Basically, she planned to spend the day paying as much attention to Grant’s body as possible, she planned to draw this same reaction from him multiple times throughout the day as the one he was giving her now. Robin was of course enjoying riding out her own orgasm, but seeing Grant reaching his limit like that, that was always incredibly sexy to her, too. She almost wished they weren’t in public, because she desperately wanted to go down on him, or for him to go down on her. Or both. She tried to catch her breath as he pulled out of her, watching him closely as he leaned down to pull up his pants and boxers again. “I really wish I was taking those off of you, not you putting them back on,” she smirked, her words coming out between deeper breaths as she tried to regain her composure. Her lips pressed back eagerly to Grant’s, arms lifting to wrap around his neck again as she looked up at him, nodding her head. “Of course I do, Mr. McCarthy. If I could stay in your lap the whole way home, I would. But I guess you can carry me to the car and then I’ll reattach myself to you as soon as we get home.” Her arms tightened around him, legs wrapping around his waist as she leaned forward to press her lips to his once more. Her voice softened, lips curving into a small smile against his. “I never want to be away from you.”

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