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bittersuitejacobs · 4 months ago

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• an unhealthy obsession • Nate Jacobs •

one. spectacle

Summary: A new school year is about to begin and after reinventing herself into the perfect prey, Ophelia finds herself in Nate Jacobs' crosshairs far sooner than she'd expected, at McKay's end of Summer party.

Warnings: SMUT, drinking, semi-public fingering, implied traumatic childhood.

A/N: 3032 words. Coming out of the gates red hot. This whole fic is very self indulgent, you have been warned. Looking forward to hearing what you guys think about this set up. ❤️

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Nate Jacobs was a shockingly easy person to read.

Ophelia Chase, who was no stranger to falling into obsession - whether it was with books, movies, shows, or people - found him to be an incredibly alluring subject for observation, so perhaps it was less that Nate himself was easy to read, and more that Ophelia was a most competent reader. Either way, she'd noticed his apparent saviour complex, his desperate desire to be some kind of hero, especially when it came to Maddie. It had started with this idle thought, a curiosity as to whether she could use it to get him to notice her too.

Ophelia knew in a rather detached way that she has become someone who others would consider objectively hot. It stemmed from being an unfortunately plain and sickly child, which continued for most of her experience being homeschooled through middle school, as did her less than flattering wardrobe and hair choices. Both of which were courtesy of a controlling mother who was struggling with feeling out of control in her own life and making up for it by treating her only daughter like the World's ugliest doll. At least that's what Ophelia had believed for a long time; the sickness that too plagued her childhood, left her feeble and frail and often bedridden was less an act of God, as her mother so often wept, but an act of malice perpetrated by the very same woman. Now, with an entirely too permissive father who travelled for work, and no more poisons being discretely fed to her, to keep her needing the mother who feared her freedom, Ophelia was finally, after years, beginning to come into her own as a teenager.

But she started in the background.

She worked hard to remain unnoticed. At parties hosted by her peers, she dressed well enough not to stand out, but never enough to draw attention to herself. Observing from the sidelines, drink in hand, figuring out the creatures around her, it's how she first properly noticed Nate, not that he was entirely foreign to her to begin with. But the real obsession started when she'd noticed his wandering eyes, clinging to those she hadn't anticipated him being drawn to, always when he knew Maddie wasn't looking. Pretty girls, sweet girls, girls who were surprisingly different to his admittedly beautiful but brash girlfriend.

Maddie was a hurricane of a girl, Ophelia wondered if Nate was trying to tame her like a bucking bull.

Nate wants to be in charge. Wants to be the hero. Wants.

And Ophelia wanted him.

So it started with catching the eye.

It started with dressing the part.

After spending the Summer in Sweden with her father, she gets back a few days before her Senior year starts with high hopes and set intentions. A day at the mall has her set with a whole new wardrobe, and Mckay's party is the first chance she has to try it out. Its a far cry from the baggy jeans and graphic tees she'd spent most of the past few years in. A tight, white t-shirt with the words 'Too Sweet' stretched across her chest, tucked into a high waisted pleated skirt with a flirty hem on her thighs, the look was completed with white, knee high socks and a pair of cherry red flats. Her long, healthy hair was pulled into two messy buns, and she kept her makeup light, apart from the red lip she wore. The perfume, however, was a novelty, aift from her father, sweet and citrusy, from one of his trips to Spain.

If this was to be the debut of the new and eye catching Ophelia Chase, she'd make sure everything was absolutely perfect. She'd even been practicing, for far longer than she was willing to admit, to hide the Southern twang to her accent, mirrored from her father, whom she'd spent most of her time with growing up.

However, when she finally arrived at the party itself, it seemed she still had a lot to learn, considering she was unable to abandon her wallflower ways. Drink in hand, she received no shortage of attention considering her look, but still felt awkward being noticed so much more than she usually was, even after taking a few dexys a pretty boy offered her as she'd headed to the bathroom. Or perhaps they'd made her too aware of how different, how out of place she felt when caught in their gazes.

There was a moment where Nate, who'd she'd been seeing around all night, gorgeous and shirtless, swanning around like he owned the place, actually noticed her. He's drunk, had been since she'd arrived around eleven, but he'd also been pressed up on some girl who definitely wasn't his girlfriend, so Ophelia kept her focus elsewhere. Still, it made her smile; his tumultuous relationship with Maddie apparently wouldn't be a problem tonight. Every cruel aside her mother had hissed long ago about the likes of Nathaniel Jacobs whenever his family had been brought up blow through her mind at once. She often wondered how much of her mother's ire had come from a place of truth; she warned Ophelia that just being near him would spoil her, ruin her, taint her in some terrible, intangible way. As a child, she'd thought that couldn't possibly be true. At seventeen, however, the prospect kind of thrilled her.

Now, she was sitting on the arm of a sofa, pleats of her perfectly white skirt splitting on her thigh as she chatted lightly with a girl she'd seen around school, hanging out with Maddie and Kat; BB. Out of the corner of her eye she spots him in the kitchen, pouring another shot for himself, when he looks up and catches sight of her.

Ophelia's heart is in her throat suddenly -

BB makes an amusing observation about someone across the room, and Ophelia's momentarily caught up in laughter. Its only when BB grins broadly at the laughing girl and announces she's going to get a drink, asking if Ophelia wants one, to which she smiles sweetly and agrees. In her own head, she's wondering if she has time to head outside for a cigarette, and doesn't notice she now has new company before he speaks.

"Cute shirt, is it true?" Giving a start at the sudden voice beside her, Ophelia then looks down for a second, before seeing the 'Too Sweet' emblazoned tightly across her chest. Looking up again, she sees Nate smirking with amusement, "I get the feeling it is."

"And what's that supposed to mean?" Like her heart isn't going a hundred miles an hour in her chest. He offers her a shot, one of the two he's holding, eyebrows raised in silent question, silent challenge. Ophelia wet her lips, smiling slyly, attempting to regain her composure, "not sure if I should be accepting drinks from strange men," still, she took it from his hands, heady buzzing in her ears from the brief moment their fingers brush.

They've had multiple classes together since the start of high school.

"I'm Nate," he offered, "now we're not strangers, Too Sweet." He offered his own shot to cheers.

"Fi," she cheerses him, and they both take the shots. Ophelia, who's been drinking around the world for years, isn't bothered by the way it burns, but pretty girls, sweet girls, they're not supposed to take shots like it's nothing. Tequila was always something she enjoyed, though she prefers it with a chaser, it still brought back fond memories of time spent in Mexico with her dad. Ophelia makes a face, shudders a little, and listens to the way Nate laughs at her reaction, pride blooming in her chest at her own performance. He takes the shot glasses and puts them on a nearby table that's already covered in bottles and cups, returning to take the seat BB had just vacated. He's got a hand on her thigh, sliding just up beneath the hem of her skirt.

"How come I've never seen you around before?" He had, Ophelia had just never been worth looking at before now. Feeling uncharacteristically bold, Ophelia shifts, presses her leg into his hand just a little.

"Who says you haven't?"

"Because I'd remember a pretty girl like you," he gives her thigh a squeeze, and Ophelia can feels like she's about to go into cardiac arrest from the way he's looking at her. Everything feels warm and fuzzy and wonderful and Ophelia thinks about how fucking often she'd pictured this moment, this 'first' meeting, but never imagined it going this well. Instead, Ophelia laughs, blush rising on her cheeks.

"Fuck, I thought I was the sweet one," she dropped her gaze.

"You are from where I'm sitting," he wets his lips, once again looking her over, gaze clearly leering. Emboldened as she feels the shot start to hit her, she slid from the arm of the sofa into his lap.

"You wanna check again?" Not in a thousand years could she have imagined how this situation would be playing out. Nate Jacobs' arm around her, Nate Jacobs holding her face, Nate Jacobs running his thumb along her bottom lip as he gazed at her with what she can only describe as want. His thumb comes away clean, her shiny, transfer-proof lipstick proving itself to be true. Ophelia can read the amusement in his eyes, "I didn't want it coming off on my drinks," her blush only grew deeper, despite the fact it was the thinnest truth, self conscious of any alternative situations he may have assumed she was preparing for.

"Too sweet," Nate had muttered faintly with a smirk, Ophelia grinned back, letting him pull her in for a kiss. They're both drunk, Ophelia's head spinning as he nips at her lip, deepens the kiss into something messy and passionate, his tongue in her mouth, hand moving from her face to her thigh. She's not sure when she moved to straddle his lap, but she hears the appreciative way he murmurs, "that's right," against her lips as she wraps her arms around his neck, pressed against him, his hands on her ass.

It was as if her blood was singing in her veins to be in this moment, at this party, already wrapped up in the very boy who's attention she'd designed herself hoping to entice. The future, the concequenses, be damned; she moaned into Nate's mouth as he roughly groped her ass.

One of his hands moves, warm and broad as it trailed back over her thigh beneath her skirt. Nate has always known what he wants, was always rather direct about it too, from what Ophelia had witnessed, and now was no different. When he pushes her pretty, lace panties to the side, sliding a finger into her with ease in the middle of the party, Ophelia gasps.

"So fucking wet," Nate teased, already adding another finger, curling them inside of her. Instead of a proper response, Ophelia's eyes fell closed, biting her lip to hold back the pleased noises trying to escape her. If anyone around then had taken notice - which they hadn't, since Nate's hand on her ass under her skirt was enough for everyone to already look away - Ophelia didn't care.

Nate kisses her again, rougher this time, biting at her lip, finger fucking her in his lap as his other hand came up to rest on the back of her neck in a firm grip. Blaming the drinking, or the music, or the dexys, or shirtless, flirty Nate goddamn Jacobs, Ophelia sighs and whimpers into Nate's mouth as her hips rock gently against his fingers, his thumb insistent against her clit.

"Nate-" she chokes out breathlessly as she's getting close, forehead pressed against his. Nate smirks at her, looks so goddamn pleased with himself, but thankfully doesn't stop.

"Gonna make you cum in the middle of the party, aren't I?" He goads, all warm and encouraging and smug. She wants to tell him to shut up, but he's unfortunately right, and Ophelia's not getting anywhere close to coherent right now. All she can do is nod, weakly, panting and breathless as she feels herself begin to topple over the edge, "slut," he goads against her lips with a grin. Ophelia leans in, kissing him to muffle how she's whimpering as her orgasm crashes through her, stars bursting bright behind her eyes, a mix of shame and elation following in its wake.

Never ever could have imagined this.

Coming down from the sudden rush of endorphins, she pulls back a little, only to see Nate's smug, wide smile as he removes his fingers from her, raising them to his lips. Ophelia, who was already shocked by her own actions, breathing hard, arms still around his neck, watches with a flustered, wide-eyes gaze as Nate sticks both fingers in his mouth, tasting her, tasting what he'd been able to do to her.

"Sweet girl," his grin is all teeth; Ophelia feels trapped in his dark, hungry gaze, but desire still burns low in her gut amid the satisfaction. Nate's hand finds her thigh again, squeezing gently, "lets get another drink and go upstairs; you can return the favour."

Fuck, her mum was right. She'd absolutely let him ruin her.

Ophelia nods eagerly, despite her expression still clearly reading as flustered, but before she can, he pulls her in for a final kiss, makes her taste herself on his tongue. A soft, needy noise escapes her, and before he finally lets her stand, Nate mutters -

"Such a good fucking girl, Fi."

She thinks she might pass out with how much she wants him right now.

As she stands, he smacks her ass before he gets up, and Ophelia, having regained access to her higher brain function, rolls her eyes at him, but grins.

But in the kitchen, halfway through pouring another drink, someone Ophelia vaguely recognises as one of Nate's friends mutters something to him that makes him furious. Its like he's forgotten her entirely, storming from the kitchen, leaving her utterly confused by the very sudden change. Debating whether to follow him or wait there, her mind is made up by the pretty, soft spoken blonde who compliments her outfit. The girl introduces herself as Jules, wearing a rather cute outfit of her own, in dark blues and florals, and Ophelia compliments her as such.

"I'm Ophelia, by the way," she offers with a bright smile, "but Lia's less of a mouthful," she offers with a laugh. Jules is new to town, and has the most beautiful laugh.

"Did you pick Ophelia?" Jules grins, but Ophelia shook her head.

"Mona couldn't find a way to feminize Hamlet," she smiled wryly, "so I had to grow up hearing 'never kill yourself over a boy'."

"Clearly she should have had more faith; you would totally own as Hamlet," Jules' face fell, however, as Ophelia's expression twists bitterly.

"I would," she agrees, head starting to feel fuzzy in all the wrong ways, as it did whenever she found herself reflecting on her mother, "Mona should have done a lot of things differently."

"Sorry," immediately Jules is apologising, "I shouldn't have -" but Ophelia tries to relax, giving her a tight smile.

"Shout out to terrible moms for breaking the stereotype," she managed, ruefully, grabbing the nearest bottle of liquor, forgoing a cup as she raised it in sarcastic cheers. Jules, however, barks a laugh, shaking her head.

"I will gladly drink to that," she offers in solidarity as Ophelia takes a large mouthful of the vodka. Surprised by the unfortunate common ground, something warms in her, the tension genuinely easing, and she offers the bottle. Jules only takes a token sip, but the moment breaks as both girls end up bursting into laughter, commiserating together.

When Ophelia leaves to find the bathroom, she assures Jules she'll return, but it's Jules who manages to disappear before she gets back. The atmosphere in the kitchen is tense. Nate is back but looks like he's more than half way to murderous as he's chugging the last of the vodka Ophelia had drunk from earlier.

And she barely gets through a sentence to him before he spits at her to fuck off. His gaze is so fucking cold -

"I just- are you- ?"

"I said -" he steps up to her, leaning in and radiating malevolent intent as he looms so large over her in this moment, "fuck. Off." Ophelia shrinks back, like she isn't thinking about how damn hot she thinks he is right now, how much she wants him to push her up against the nearest wall or counter.

"I'm going," she huffs, quietly defensive as a front, "sorry for trying to give a shit, Jesus fucking Christ," stepping back with placating hands. In her haste to get away, she misses the brief moment in which Nate's fury holds a flicker of surprise, but it passes, disperses as she retreats from the kitchen towards the front of the house. She doesn't see him throw the empty bottle in the garbage disposal with so much force it shatters upon impact, but she certainly hears it.

Mckay's house isn't really within walking distance, which she forgets until she's a block away and halfway through a cigarette. So she has to call herself an uber to return to the quiet, empty, upper-middle class family home that is the Chase residence. Tucked into bed, she's out before her head even hits the pillow, and only when she wakes up the next day, shocking hang over hitting her like a truck, that she can reflect on the night.

All things considered, it was at least a partial success. She'd definitely caught his attention, at least until something more important to him had stolen it. It wouldn't take her long to learn that it was Maddie and some college guy fucking in the pool, doing the exact same thing Nate has used Ophelia for; making the other jealous.

But, Ophelia thinks with quiet pride as she popped Advil and drank water like her life depended on it, that tonight was definitely a good start.

#nate jacobs x oc #nate jacobs x original character #nate jacobs imagine #euphoria x oc #euphoria oc #euphoria original character #euphoria x original character #nate jacobs fanfic #nate jacobs x reader #euphoria imagine #auo

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targaryenluvs · 8 months ago

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HER & I / MADDIE BUCKLEY

PAIRING: Maddie Buckley x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: When your best friend and crush shows up on your doorstep after a bad night, you help her to finally leave her husband.

WARNINGS: Abusive relationships, crying, escaping, threats, angst, fluff, comfort, confessions, kisses

WORDCOUNT: 1K Words

A/N: Maddie deserves the best 🥹 Mighttt do a part 2! Look at me posting twice in one day 🤭

Gif not mine, credits to the owner!

You thought the world of Maddie, always had and always will.

So when she showed up on your doorstep, tears running down her face with bruises everywhere? You couldn’t believe your eyes. “Maddie? Oh my god, come in.” You ushered her in quickly closing the door behind her.

“What happened sweetheart?” You always called her nicknames.

She shook her head immediately as you opened your arms, “I’ve got you, don’t worry. Wanna tell me what’s wrong?” You took her hand and sat her down on your couch before sitting next to her.

“Doug.”

Just one word was more than enough for your blood to boil. Her husband, the piece of trash he was, always treated her horribly. Ruining her mental health and wearing down the strong woman you knew she was. He never deserved such a wonderful woman.

“He… I can’t do it anymore Y/n.” Her eyes were glossy as her lip quivered. You could make out a forming bruise on the side of her face, as you softly traced it. “That’s okay, you’re so strong. I know you are baby, I can help you leave him. Is that what you want? Cause I swear, I will pack my shit up and we can leave.”

Maddies heart was racing, most likely the adrenaline from running away. But also having you so serious, so attentive and determined to helping her leave.

Through her years as your best friend she found herself naturally drawn to you, and you were always there for her. The first night she confided in you, you didn’t ask any questions. Just opened your door and your arms as refuge. You never had any good vibes when it came from Doug, and your anger only amplified when you realised what he was doing to Maddie.

“No, you can’t Y/n. Your life is here.” She shook her head at the idea of you leaving with her, for her. “That’s not your decision to make Mads. I have friends here sure, but most of my family is either in L.A or out of America. Friends come and go, but you’re more than that.” Her eyes flicked up at your words, eyebrows furrowed.

What is that supposed to mean?

“What does that mean?” You sighed as you grabbed onto her hands, “This isn’t the right time to say this to you Maddie.” She clutched onto your hands tighter.

“Please, just say it.”

“I love you.”

Her world stopped, the words she’d dreamed of hearing.

“I- I’ve loved you for so long. How was I supposed to not? Maddie you are unbelievably sweet, and kind, gorgeous, intelligent. God you’re perfect. And I am so sorry that Doug took that away from you. But you deserve to live. You deserve to help people, to live life without looking over your shoulder or worrying about angering him. If we leave. I promise I will do anything to keep you safe.”

She didn’t stop the tears as they rolled down her face, wiped away courtesy of you. “Let’s go.” She nodded as you grinned, “Really?” Maddies face broke out in a small smile, “Anywhere to be with you.”

And you did.

For the next hour you spent grabbing all the essentials, clothes, memories, documents etc. You texted another one of your bestfriends that you were leaving, and that she should come over and take inventory before selling your furniture. She was an avid user of Facebook Marketplace.

Luckily you were on good terms with your landlord and your lease was expiring in a week. As long as your friends sold everything of yours, you’d be in the clear.

Home isn’t a place, it’s a person.

And yours was currently right next to you.

It’d taken you and Maddie a bit of time to get on your feet, having crashed with her brother Buck who was nothing but welcoming.

“So you’re the reason she finally left him?” Maddie was currently in the shower, allowing Buck to finally question you. “No, she wanted to leave. I just helped her, I mean you did steal her car.” Buck jokingly gasped as he clutched his chest, “She gave that to me!”

“Sure thing Buckley.” You replied as you took a sip from your glass. “But, seriously, thank you. I have no idea where she’d be right now without you. And she really does love you, I can see you love her too.” Your smile was evident at his words.

“I do, I have for a long time. I’m just lucky. Now speaking of gay couples, you and Eddie.” Buck groaned as you giggled, “I see the tension everyday! You can’t tell me there’s nothing going on there!”

“She’s right, Evan has a crush.” Maddie joined in as Evan shook his head, “The two of you are menaces to society.” The three of you sat down on the couch and continued to bicker. Seeing you getting along with her family so well made Maddie’s heart swell. You were everything and more.

And you proved your love for her over and over. Always supporting her, handling her emotions and caring for her. When she woke up in the night after a nightmare, you were always there to calm her down. When she felt anxious, you listen to her concerns and assured her.

The two of you settled into life in L.A easily. You’d always wanted to live there, longing for home when you moved to study. Your parents were nothing but lovely to Maddie, which made her feel at ease.

She became close with Josh, and Chimney whilst you grew closer to Eddie, Evan and Hen.

So when it came time to the two of you discussing starting a family, you were nervous but confident in asking Chimney.

And out of respect for him and his mother, you named her Jee-Yun.

Maddie couldn’t help but become emotional when she thought about how far she’d come. From the days where she feared returning home to now, when she counted the minutes till she could home to her daughter and wife. Her family.

But she wasn’t in the clear yet.

Doug was still alive.

#maddie buckley x reader #maddie buckley #maddie buckley x fem!reader #911 x reader #911 fic #911 imagine #911 fanfic #911 abc #911 show #evan buckley x fem!reader #evan buckley x reader

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tthatsonme · 2 months ago

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I wish u roses, by molly.

This is not unisex!! Can be used by MTF + this is lgbtq friendly.

— You’re pure temptation to everyone that you meet, most people know that they should probably steer clear of you before they want you too much. Obviously, you can’t attract anyone that you don’t want, but that doesn’t mean that half of the population of the gender you’re attracted to doesn’t want you, you’re truly too attractive for this world, people wonder if you’re either an angel that fell from heaven or a siren that traded her tail for legs and is now living as a human woman in disguise. They may never know. You have the same sex appeal as the songs Angel and Fue Mejor by Kali Uchis, So high and Streets by Doja Cat. You have the same amount of sex appeal as Margot Robbie, Ana de Armas, Alexa Demie, Kali Uchis, Doja Cat, SZA, Angelina Jolie, and Sydney Sweeney. Even though you’re as equally sexy as them, you’re mainly interested in sensuality over sexuality, you don’t need to be nude to be attractive your face was enough in the first place.

— You’re as sensually attractive as Sade and Alexa Demie, you’ve mastered the art of sensuality, you’re the embodiment of the songs Like a Tattoo by Sade and Leopard Limo by Alexa Demie, you’re like my “Leopard Limo” subliminal come to life, you’re everyone’s type even if they don’t think you are, everyone wants you in some way, you’re the dream girl of anyone who lays eyes on you, whenever someone dreams of a nice girlfriend or wife they immediately think of you, people always associate you with sugar and honey because of how visually and physically sweet you are, you’re the definition of “eye candy”. The Kardashians WISHED that they had the same amount of influence that you do, you’re constantly influencing people because they want to be just like you, you don’t necessarily make people “jealous” but they may be a little bit envious of you. You don’t care that people copy you anymore because why wouldn’t they? Someone like you (someone who’s not a basic b) is bound to set a trend for two.

— You’re like the perfect mixture of Alexa and Maddy, on one hand you’re sweet and peaceful but on the other you’re overly confident and a “c*nty bad bitch” as they say + you hold as much influence on others as they do. You basically run the school that you go to, it’s like you’re mysterious yet popular, every time you walk into school it’s like a slow motion scene of the hot girl walking in in a 2000s movie, everyday is like one of those scenes. Everyone can’t help but stop and stare and check you out, people genuinely fw your confidence, your confidence is always through the roof, you could walk through a huge group of boys and remain unfazed. Kind of embarrassing, but people really are doing the most just to get you to look at them, they don’t even care what they have to do to get your attention, they’re at a point where they’re making a complete fool out of themselves just to make you smile. A very small but important detail about you is that you’re completely immune to peaking in high school or college whatever you’re in if you’re still in school that is, you’re completely immune to being social unaware or socially awkward, one of the many things that people love about you is your quick responses, people love your personality and how you’re so good at talking to people.

— Your face is physical perfection, whatever you don’t like about you face is now being changed permanently. Your face and bones are being forcefully shaped and morphed to become whatever you desire + all of the benefits from Opia’s desiredful 1 and 2 (body affirmations looped twice). And personal affirmations for desired, long, thick and beautiful hair, hair type, pattern, thickness, and colour. Your hair turns into a 1A hair type/texture whenever you straighten/flat iron it + it moves, looks, and feels like natural 1A hair.

#beauty #subliminals #manifestation #subliminalbenefits

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c0rvidfagg0try · 7 months ago

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Buck, Bothered and Bewildered live reaction:

Not the bachelor 😭😭😭 this reminds me of the bitchlor from Drag Race AS3

Girl,,, not the stalker,,, this is literally Milk from AS3

JOSH AND MADDIE I LOVE U 5EVER

Josh u r everything to me

So is maddie shes perfect

CHIM IS BISEXUAL IN MY HEART‼️‼️‼️

The fact that this call was supposed to happen next episode makes sm sense

Bobby ‘sassy king’ Nash im obsessed with u

Chim having his bisexual realization rn

I didnt realize wed have TWO bisexual confirmations in this episode /j

CHIMNEY MADDIE JOSH I LOVE U UR SO GOOFY

:000 hi Tommy‼️‼️‼️

Tommy is hardcore flirting :3

Tommy’s so sweet

‘Keeping my options fluid’ 🕶️🤏🤨

Jealous Buck is so silly

HARRY‼️‼️‼️‼️ i missed him last season‼️‼️‼️

Bobby what r u thinking im scared

RAVI!!!! MISSED U!!!!

Eddie and Tommy were literally on a date

LMAO RAVI I LOVE U

No becuz Tommy is so similar go Eddie girllll

Oh Buck i love u

BUCK u r so enamored with this man

Lmao Chris

Hehehehehe nerd buck star wars lover :3

‘Is it circled with a heart around it?’ I LOVE U MADDIE

The perfect woman

Harry??? Girl what???

Also in my heart Chim had a crush on Tommy when he was at the 118 after Tommy grew and learned and stuff

Chim and Hen Begins have cemented that for me

I love Hen’s glasses this season

Chim my belovedddddd!!! Fav character actually

GRIFFIN MCELROY???? WHY R U ROBBING HOUSES???? /j

Hen and Chim’s friendship is the best thing

OH NOOOOO poor lady killed her son :(((

Hen ur hand in marriage plz!!!! I dont wanna be a homewrecker but u mightve left no choice!!!!

LMAO ATHENA

Harry’s acting has gotten sm better

Oh my god buck

Im getting second hand embarassment

Hes so desparate

Also girlllll he was trying to get eddie’s attention so bad

Not the Prime ad LMAO

Im not the biggest Buddie shipper but they r so gay

Fruit central with them

Oh god

Im gonna get so much second embarrassment from this

Chim i love u so much

BUCK

Oh my god

U idiot

Hehe tommy drove him

Also Buck looks so good there

:(( i feel so bad for harry

Athena just wants to protect him tho

Such a complicated situation

Harry was so justified for punching tbat man tho

I dont like the copaganda of it all but im not expecting the most from network television

Buck reverting back to his teenage ways

He hurt himself for attention then and hurt eddie for attention (accidentally) now

BUCK AND MADDIE SIBLINGISM

I LOVE THEMMM

Need more of them being siblings

I love that theyre putting Athena in civilian clothes more

OH MY GOD

ITS TIME

FUCK

how did tommy get buck’s address ???

I love how he calls Buck Evan its so sweet

AW CHRIS‼️‼️‼️ chris loves buck sm

Them getting closer together hehehehe

TOMMY GLANCING AT BUCKS LIPS

YEAHHHHHH

buck having a bisexual crisis

HES SO OUT OF IT

Just got his whole world rocked

Tommy Kinard the man that u r

The amount of rizz he has is insane

Cant believe im caught up

AHHHHHHH

BI BUCK BI BUCK BI BUCK

#bisexual evan buckley #evan buckley #chimney han #howard han #bisexual chimney han #henrietta wilson #bobby nash #athena grant #eddie diaz #tommy kinard #911 #911 abc #911 show #911 fox #911 spoilers #911 season 7

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freakyfabulcus · 2 months ago

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𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞.

aesthetic : a matchstick heart just waiting to burn, the almost overwhelming feeling of not being enough, burying insecurities six feet under, gossip as a form of currency, staying up all night just to see the sunrise, denial doesn't suit you nearly as well as optimism did, being dramatic just for the sake of drama, will you ever find where you belong?

compare to : gabrielle solis ( desperate housewives ), serena van der woodsen ( gossip girl ), maddy perez ( euphoria ), holly golightly ( breakfast at tiffany's ), sharpay evans ( high school musical ), cordelia chase ( buffy the vampire slayer ), daisy buchanan ( the great gatsby ), penny ( the big bang theory ), margaery tyrell ( game of thrones ), hanna marin ( pretty little liars )

( RACHEL ZEGLER . TWENTY-THREE . CIS WOMAN . SHE/HER . ) we’ve got the spirits , how ‘about you ?! it looks like ( AURÉLIE LESTRANGE ) just got their acceptance letter to monster university . i hope the ( HUMAN ) has their bags packed so they can move into ( DREADFUL DORMS ) ! i’ve heard they can be ( - DRAMATIC ) and ( - LONELY ) but also ( + CREATIVE ) and ( + DREAMY ) . monster university is the perfect time to explore who they want to be . did you hear they’ve got a job as a ( CLERK ) at ( SPOOKY SCOOPS ICE CREAM PARLOR ) . good luck and remember to be yourself , be unique , be monster !

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*:･ﾟ ⸻ 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒.

full name : aurélie delphine lestrange nicknames : aura, ari age : 23 birthday / zodiac : march 27th, aries gender / pronouns : cis woman, uses she/her pronouns sexual orientation : pansexual romantic orientation : panromantic occupation : university student, clerk @ spooky scoops ice cream parlor major : drama & theater major

*:･ﾟ ⸻ 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘.

personality traits : dramatic, lonely, creative, dreamy, emotional, self-centered, ambitious likes : acting, pop culture, broadway, candles, warm sweaters, bright colors, gossip dislikes : heights, writing essays, hiking, being alone, jumpscares, cleaning secret talents : singing, while she wants to be an actress, she has a stellar voice nurtured by her father from the time she could speak; is also bilingual with english & french goals & ambitions : to become an actress & make her father proud memorable traits : talks with her hands, very dramatic & over the top character alignment : chaotic neutral label : the paracosmic, the primadonna vices : vainglorious, competitive, bitterness virtues : ambition, sensitive, friendliness

*:･ﾟ ⸻ 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄.

eye color : dark brown hair colour : dark brown hair type/style : long, typically worn down & straight height : 5'2 build : slender exercise habits : does yoga & pilates dominant hand : right glasses/contacts : n/a tattoos : n/a scars : n/a piercings : ears pierced a couple times distinguishing features : n/a faceclaim : rachel zegler

*:･ﾟ ⸻ 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘.

parents : erik lestrange/the phantom of the opera ( father ), christine daaé ( mother. estranged ), raoul de chagny ( stepfather, estranged ) siblings : n/a children : n/a pets : n/a significant other : single

*:･ﾟ ⸻ 𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒.

voice - has a better than average voice for a human, almost of a magical quality

did not inherit any other supernatural abilities from the phantom half for now

*:･ﾟ ⸻ 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃.

trigger warnings : parental abandonment

aurélie was the product of an illicit affair between the infamous phantom of the opera and the naive christine daaé whom he took advantage of. at least, that's what the world believes. in truth, aura was a child born of true love between the pair. she still remembers her time spent in the old opera house. her mother singing to her as she brushed her hair at night and her father showing her all the best hiding spots to play in. the three were truly happy for most of aurélie's childhood. of course, all good things must come to an end.

the arguments began when aura was around ten. her mother wanted more than just living in the paris opera house while her father was content with the life they'd made there. it came down to an ultimatum that her father refused to give into, and her mother left them, remarrying barely a year later to her childhood sweetheart. she then went on to become a near household name for her voice and serene presence.

aura remained in the opera house with her father for her teen years, visiting her mother only when forced to. instead she was content to take voice lessons from her father and learn from the various talents who would perform at the opera house.

she only left the opera house, and her father, to attend university so that she can achieve her dream of fame. she's mostly estranged from her mother, barely acknowledging her presence other than the fact that she's paying for everything for aura as a way to make up for leaving.

she's not always the best at reading people due to her lack of contact with others growing up. she tends to be dramatic and overly concerned with herself rather than other people's feelings, but it is something she's working on. but her main focus is, and always has been, attaining her own goals.

*:･ﾟ ⸻ 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

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Fic: Dream Job

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Fandom: Triple Frontier

Ship: Frankie Morales x Jay ‘Lady’ Ray (OFC) **Series masterlist**

Warnings: Angst, family cuteness, assholes being rude to Holly, some light violence as a result of that, PiV sex, impregnation kink and dirty talk.

Words: 5,686

Summary: Frankie and Jay are both out of the military. Jay has earned her degree and is working as a physical therapist, Frankie works at the base, Alma is three and a wonderful handful. Life should be perfect, but Frankie's not happy. Something's missing.

A/N: This was supposed to be a fic about Frankie's midlife crisis and set up his reasons for turning to drugs, but that sonuvabitch hijacked this piece and now it's about his goddamn impregnation kink. So. There you have it, I guess.

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The rain is pouring down with a vengeance and Frankie's shoulders rise to his ears as he tries to keep the wet away from his neck. He's not wearing a proper jacket, though, so it's useless. The rain is unseasonably cold and just yesterday the weather was warm and sunny, so the twists and turns are a little abrupt for him to have thought about taking a weather appropriate jacket this morning.

Where the fuck is she?

Just as he thinks about texting her and letting her know she can pick him up from the nearest corner store, the family friendly SUV that Jay hates with a vengeance comes around the corner and pulls to the side, stopping in front of him. Frankie gets in on the passenger side. He cranks up the heating immediately. "Sorry I'm late," she glances at him. "Client."

"That's okay." He presses a smile for her and gets one in return. "How was your day?"

She shrugs. "It was okay. Busy. You?"

"Same." Jay checks the time, and grimaces.

"Can you get Alma from mom's while I get groceries? Or d'you wanna do the shopping? We're out of a lot of things."

"I thought you said you were going on your lunch break?" He can't help it; his voice is accusatory. "That's why you had to take the car."

"I didn't have time! Maddie is away, I had to take all her clients, I haven't even had time for lunch today!"

He can hear she's close to snapping, so he reigns it in. "We'll go together," he rules. He knows Jay, knows that in this state she's unable to make any sensible decisions in the store. He also doesn't want to wait with Alma at Jay's mom's place. The woman spent the entirety of Jay's childhood letting the girl know she was wrong for not wanting to wear dresses and play with dolls. Dorothy has made amends, is respectful towards the family, a wonderful grandmother to Alma, but as it turns out, this is the one grudge Frankie will carry for the rest of his life. Coming from a loving and supportive family himself and having a child of his own, he can't fathom how a parent would treat their child like Jay has been treated.

He turns his face away and stares out the window. Being a parent is the best mission he has ever undertaken, but some days are tougher than others. And it's surprisingly difficult to get by with just one car: his truck is in the shop with an unidentified brake problem. It annoys him tremendously that he couldn't figure it out himself. He fixes most things on both their cars, is good at it, but this was beyond him and it's crippling his manly pride more than he wants to admit, especially to himself.

There's also the question of his job. He's torn about still being employed by the military but not being in active duty. On the one hand, he loves that he can still fly. He enjoys training new pilots. Still going to the base every day is familiar, and he gets to fly out to other bases as well from time to time. On the other hand, he's done with missions. He's getting to be done with the military. Sometimes feels like he's in limbo. Half in, half out. Sitting behind a desk whenever he's not handling the controls of an aircraft is strange. Regular hours at the base, comfortable and practical though they may be, is strange. Jay is so enthusiastic about her job. She graduated as a physical therapist when Alma was barely a year old, and immediately got a job at the local VA center where she had done clinical duty. She started part time but quickly moved up to full time, and Alma was put in daycare with Frankie often picking her up in the afternoons. She often works overtime, taking extra clients, feeling strongly about the work she does helping combat veterans recover from various injuries and amputations. Frankie and her usually make the day-to-day work, but sometimes it gets tricky and since his car broke down, it's been hell to puzzle together their hours. And no matter what conflicted feelings Frankie harbors against Jay's mother Dorothy, it's a blessing that she lives close by and can pick Alma up when her parents are unable to. Frankie wouldn't mind being a stay-at-home dad, but the family needs two incomes. That's something else that seems to bother him right now: how the days just float by with work, daycare, dinner, barely a couple of hours of play with Alma before her bedtime... He wants more time with her, wants to be more present. The idea of maybe trying for another baby has been brought up a couple of times between him and Jay, but the thought of having two children dumped at daycare and never seeing them is... depressing, somehow. They arrive at Dorothy's, where Alma is fussy after a long day. Dorothy has given her a snack, but the girl is tired and feeling abandoned, and now very upset about having to leave granny. When they leave, Frankie sits in the backseat with Alma, who's wailing about everything and nothing, while Jay maneuvers the car to the supermarket.

"You staying here with her?" she asks when they're parked. Frankie hears the hint of tiredness in her voice, even if she tries her best to not sound stressed. Alma gives up a great wail.

"Alma wanna gooooo!"

"We'll come with," Frankie suggests. "Alma, corazon, remember when we talked about behavior in the supermarket? How we gotta be calm and let other people do their shopping in peace? That still flies, okay?"

Alma takes a deep, shaky breath and nods, her big brown eyes filled with tears. Jay smiles at her in the rear-view mirror, knowing that even if they're crocodile tears, Frankie will melt at the sight of them. He's a sucker for his special little girl.

"Can you help mommy and me with the shopping?" Frankie asks, fishing up a napkin from his pocket and wiping up the tears and snot from Alma's face.

"Alma can help," the girl reassures him, receiving a quick kiss on her forehead.

They get a cart and Frankie lifts Alma into the child seat.

"You wanna hold the list?" Jay offers, handing her the paper. Alma accepts it with a very serious face and starts to turn the list around in her hand, pretending to understand the words written on it.

"What's first?" Jay asks, bending down to trace the first word on the list with her finger.

"Shock-lat!" Alma states, drawing forth a grin from both her parents.

"I think it says milk, mijita," Frankie chuckles. Alma seems to want to start to protest, so he quickly brings her attention to the next item on the list, while Jay gets the milk. When Jay returns, Frankie relinquishes Alma and the cart to her to go get the juice.

He stops by the magazine racks, a car on a magazine cover capturing his attention, and stops to browse for a second. Barely two pages into the magazine, he hears a greeting behind him:

"Yo, Morales!"

He suppresses a sigh when he hears the voice of one of the most obnoxious dickheads ever to walk in fatigues, Captain Ryan Hall. The man's a strutting chick magnet and knows it; moreover, he's a douche who fucked up everything in life except his military career – and even in that area he's going for some kind of Razzie Award. He was reprimanded for leaving his last posting in Afghanistan with an unreported case of the clap, which he then proceeded to transmit to a variety of women at home. One of them reportedly got meningitis as a complication. Hall, of course, doesn’t give a shit.

Hall,” Frankie replies curtly and watches the guy pick out two titty magazines and toss them carelessly into the cart, joining a six-pack of beer and two big jars of that whey powder.

”Partying tonight?” He can't help himself: the cart's contents look like they belong to a nineteen-year-old, not a man of Frankie's age.

"Not gettin' one for yourself?" Hall questions, nodding at his reading for tonight. Frankie shakes his head and puts down his magazine.

"Lady keeping you on a tight leash, is she?" the guy leers and Frankie, whose primary mode is mellow, just wants to punch him in the face.

Jay shows up around the corner with the cart, and Alma gives a delighted little shriek when she sees her daddy.

"Speaking of the devil," Hall winks before eyeing Jay. "Ray. You're lookin' well."

"Same," she nods, more interested in the tightness of Frankie's jaw than some asshole she no longer has to work with. "Frankie? We're almost ready."

"Yeah, I'm done."

Hall, however, is not done.

"Civilian life looks good on you," he comments, eyeing Jay in a way that makes both her and Frankie bristle. "You don't miss the action?"

"Nope," Jay quips while trying to prevent Alma, now bored, from tearing the list into little pieces. "Alma, don't litter. We're done real soon and can go home for dinner."

Hall shakes his head. "Hate to see a good soldier go so wrong. But that's what you get when you let women in. They quit as soon as the bullets begin to whistle by. Makes more sense for them to just have babies."

Jay freezes, her blood thumping in her ears. She stares at Hall, this absolutely fuck knuckle of a man, not sure she heard right. Did he really say that?

Meanwhile, Frankie has stepped up to him and is speaking in a dangerously low voice.

"Say that again."

"Calm down, Fish, you know what it's like..."

"I don't. Say it again, and we'll find out."

Hall is looking more uncomfortable by the minute, and Jay can see from the way the muscles of Frankie's long neck are protruding that he will start swinging soon. She puts her hand on his shoulder, eyes on him, not Hall.

"Frankie."

"I'm good."

He relaxes immediately and steps back, even manages to smile at her. Hand on her back, he guides her away and can't stop from laughing when Alma points at Hall and yells Stupidface. Jay immediately admonishes her daughter about pointing and saying bad words, but Frankie can hear that she doesn't really mean it this time.

They finish up their shopping and go home, Jay unusually quiet during the entire car ride. Alma is fussy again, and Frankie does his best to keep her from making a scene in the back seat. The girl is going through some "daddy is stupid and so is mommy, but a little less so" phase, so as soon as the family gets home, Jay entertains Alma while Frankie cooks dinner.

After dinner they try to switch but Alma isn't having it, so Jay ends up giving her a bath, and reading her a bedtime story. By the time she appears in the living-room and collapses on the couch, she looks beat. Frankie immediately makes room for her in the best corner and holds out his arm so that she can curl up with it around her shoulders.

"I'm so fucking tired," she sighs. Frankie pulls her against him and kisses the side of her head.

"I know. Sorry I can't help, but neither one of us want her to have a total meltdown."

"You are helping," Jay points out. "You cooked dinner, you cleaned the kitchen, you did laundry."

"That's just normal teamwork," Frankie shrugs. "We both do that every day. I wish I could figure out how to work with her so that you'd get some relief."

"It's a phase," Jay yawns as she reaches across Frankie for the remote on a cushion next to him. "She'll snap out of it."

"Hopefully soon," Frankie mutters, relinquishing the remote to Jay. She flicks through the channels, finding a show where competitors are baking one crazy cake after another. After a few minutes of watching, Frankie clears his throat.

"Amor?"

Jay's hum lets him know that she's listening.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Hall said some pretty messed up shit."

She tenses up momentarily; a bundle of annoyed muscles flexing against him, before softening again.

"He's such an asshole. I can't let him get to me."

"You know it's not true what he said," Frankie tells her hotly, feeling a strong physical need to say it out loud. "Not one word of it. You're better than all of them put together."

Jay smiles as she turns her face towards him and kisses him lightly on the lips.

"You're always looking out for me. Thank you."

“Always.”

Five minutes later, she's asleep against Frankie's shoulder.

A couple of hours later, just when he's about to join Jay in bed, Alma wakes up crying from a bad dream. He goes in to comfort her, but Alma keeps screaming for mommy, so Jay has to come to the rescue. Feeling a little rejected, Frankie returns to bed, wondering what it would be like to have two kids screaming for Jay, not wanting him. Ashamed for these feelings of jealousy, he reminds himself that Alma is a toddler, and that all he can do is make her feel safe, comfortable, and nurtured.

When Jay stumbles into bed a little later, she barely has time to throw her arm around his waist before she's out cold. Frankie remains wide awake for an hour or two, staring into the dark, a strong assurance growing in him. He wants more children, wants another baby with this amazing woman who's sleeping tucked into his side. He has no idea how he'll support two children, but he wants to try, he needs to try.

When he finally succumbs to sleep, his final thought is about how he'll break it to Jay, especially after today, with that unfortunate encounter in the supermarket.

*** Jay has to drive Frankie to the base the following day as well and pick him up after work. Throughout the day he tries to call the shop, but nobody is picking up, and he's beginning to fume.

When he’s finally walking out of the base, he sees Jay waiting for him on the parking lot. She’s standing outside the car, talking to a couple of former teammates, swapping news. He joins them, gets a quick kiss on the cheek from Jay who quickly wraps it up. They say their good-byes and get in the car, but just as Jay’s about to turn the key in the ignition, she freezes, her eyes narrowing. Frankie follows her gaze across the parking lot and sees Hall, striding towards his truck.

“Let it be,” he says in a low voice, knowing what she’s thinking. “Jay.”

“I’m good.” But she’s still following Hall with her eyes, her lips pressed together in a tight line. Before Frankie can stop her, she’s opened the door, slipped out, and is on her way towards Hall.

“Shit,” Frankie sighs and gets out of the car, following her. She’s quick on her feet, reaching Hall just as he’s about to get into his car.

“Hey!”

Hall looks around just as Jay’s knuckle connects with his jaw. His head snaps back and he crashes into the side of his car. Frankie’s heart skips a beat and he’s there just in time to pull her away. She’s calm and collected, following him willingly.

“Should have done that a long time ago,” she lets Hall know. “You are human trash, and if you ever open your ugly fucking face at me again, I’ll make sure you’ll be taking all of your meals through a straw for the rest of your life.”

With that, she turns around and returns briskly to the car. Frankie throws Hall a look of warning, catching the man’s confusion and humiliation, then follows her. They get into the car and Jay drives away. When the parking lot has disappeared from the rear-view mirror, she sighs deeply.

“That felt fucking good.”

“You shouldn’t have done it,” Frankie shakes his head. “He’ll report you.”

“He won’t confess to having been beat up by a woman,” Jay scoffs. She has a point: Hall would rather just forget about it than have the whole base know that Jay Ray clocked him.

She keeps her eyes on the road and seems calm enough, but now she’s rubbing her right knuckles with her left hand.

“You hurt?” Frankie questions, still not sure what he thinks of the whole situation. He knows Jay can fend for herself, but this was unnecessary and dangerous.

“Nah, just a little sore. Haven’t punched anyone without gloves in years.”

“You think it was such a good idea?”

“Probably not,” she shrugs and hits the turn signal, coming out on the highway. “But I wanted to.”

Frankie glances at her, still trying to sort out his feelings. Jay has always been a fighter, ready to stand her ground, and he always admired that about her. She never takes any shit from anyone, and Frankie was always the first one to cheer her on. So why is he feeling so conflicted about it now? Is it really because she's no longer in the service, and - Lord forbid - because she is a mother? The mother of his child?

Does he think so little of her?

"You're not happy about it, are you?" Jay interrupts his musings, her voice matter-of-factly. Frankie has to smile. There it is again: her fearless ability to put him right on the spot.

"I'm not unhappy about it," he says carefully.

"That's unusually vague, even for you."

“It’s hard to know what to say. It was fucking hot but so very dangerous.”

Jay laughs, and the mood in the car lightens up immediately.

“Doesn’t hot and dangerous go hand in hand?” she retorts, and Frankie chuckles. They drive for a mile or so in silence. Frankie chews on his lower lip, scratches his mustache, fidgets until Jay sighs.

"Look," she tells him quietly, her eyes on the road. "I can see something's up. And it’s not just me being hot and dangerous."

"Nothing's wrong."

He can sense the tension in her. He and Jay have always shared a strong belief in communication, ever since they got together. It is a cornerstone of their relationship.

"I mean it," he now tries to verbalize his turmoil. "Nothing's wrong, I just... I don't really know where I fit in."

He can see from her that she has questions, but she's letting him speak.

"I mean," he makes another attempt, "you have your job. You're good at it, you love it. I have mine, but... I'm not sure I want it?"

"Oh?" The question mark is encouraging him to go on.

"I don't know, it just feels like it's not really me anymore, I guess. I love flying, but..." He shrugs. "I just don't know."

"You know it's just a job, right?" Jay points out. "You're not there forever. You can quit."

"And do what?" he scoffs, as they're closing in on the whole point. "We have a kid, we need two incomes, and I don't have a degree."

"You can always get one."

"Ain't got that in me."

"If you're going to bitch and moan like Tom..." Jay warns him, but with a hint of softness in her voice. He chuckles.

"Not to you, I wouldn't."

Jay checks the rear-view mirror, hits the turn signal, and gets off the highway. As she slows down and comes to an intersection, she turns her head to Frankie.

"Look, I'm not going to tell you what you should do. But you know I'll give you my opinion if you ask for it, right?"

"Yeah."

"And I'll support you, whatever you decide."

"I know. I just need to figure this out."

"Of course. We can talk more about it tonight."

Alma is over the moon to see her parents when they pick her up at Dorothy's. It’s a funny age: for no apparent reason, one day is all sunshine and sunflowers, the other is thunderstorms and hail. She clings to Frankie, who carries her to the car, listening patiently to her prattling on about her day. When she's strapped into her seat, Frankie's phone rings: it's the repair shop, and his truck is fixed. He feels lighter than he has in days when Jay drops him off and he gets to drive himself home.

Alma spends the rest of the evening being her most charming yet high energy self, dragging Frankie around the house as a part of her games. When it's time for bed, Frankie helps her brush her teeth but finds that there is not much assistance needed, only supervision. When did his little baby get this big? Proudly and with a little lump in his throat, he watches her rinse and spit, then brush her hair, before helping her use the toilet. When she's tucked into bed, he folds himself next to her with a picture book and starts to read it in Spanish. Alma traces the English words, sometimes stopping at one, asking what the letters mean, and Frankie tells her in both languages. They always speak Spanish during these moments together at bedtime, and Frankie cherishes them tremendously. His parents raised three children but always found time for all three of them at bedtime, talking and cuddling and just making sure they were comfortable and safe. He remembers those moments fondly and wants his child to have them as well.

"Time to sleep, Almalita," he whispers when the book is read, and his daughter is blinking sleepily.

"Will you braid my hair tomorrow?" she yawns, rubbing her eyes.

"Of course." He brushes the hair out of her face and kisses her forehead. “Can I have kisses?”

Alma carefully puts her tiny hands on either side of his face and places wet little kisses on the patches in his beard, first on one side, then the other. She always kisses the those spots, and Frankie will always remember why: at barely two years of age, Alma once spent an entire bedtime story tracing them with her fingers and eventually asking What is this? Frankie had explained to her that the bald patches were there for kissing, so that little girls’ soft lips wouldn’t be scratched by the beard. Since then, Alma always kisses him there.

"Thank you, mijita. Sweet dreams.” He gives her another kiss, inhales the sweet scent of his amazing little girl, before gently scraping his mustache against her cheek, making her giggle.

He gets out of bed and tucks her in properly, handing her the favorite stuffed toy du jour, and kisses her again with a Good night before retreating to the door. Turning around for a last look, he feels his heart swell two sizes.

God. She went from newborn to a tough, almost independent three-year-old in the blink of an eye. When did this happen? While he was working and someone else was raising her?

He finds Jay in their bedroom, getting undressed.

"She go down okay?" she asks as he shows up in the doorway. Nodding, he leans against the doorframe and watches her take off her bra. A spark of desire flies off deep in his groin, but Jay puts on a sports bra almost immediately.

"You going out?" he asks, a little disappointed. She nods as she pulls on a hoodie.

"I gotta go for a run, clear my head a little. Long day."

He nods, meeting her smile as she comes around the bed and up to him. Putting her hands on his shoulders, she leans in for a quick kiss.

"I won't be long. Don't fall asleep."

"Oh...?" He raises one brow, and Jay grins.

"Yeah, that's right, daddy's getting lucky tonight."

"Is that so?"

"But mommy needs to let off some steam first."

She slaps her hands to his ass cheeks before brushing past him. A few moments later he hears the front door open and close.

Frankie needs to talk to her, must tell her that he's ready to have another kid. He has no idea about what he wants to do for a job, but he knows with absolute certainty that he wants to have a baby with her. He has so much more love to give, his heart pours over with it whenever he looks at her, at Alma, and he wants to share it with a fourth family member.

He busies himself with chores until he hears the front door open again. Hurrying to the entry, he finds Jay untying her shoes. When she straightens, he wants to tell her immediately, but there is something about her flushed, panting appearance that leaves words for later. Instead, he grabs her by the shoulders and presses his lips to hers. Jay kicks off her shoes and Frankie wants to get her upstairs, but she drags him to the living-room instead. Before he knows it, he’s on the couch and he has no clothes on and she’s standing in front of him and she is naked as well, and so fucking sexy. Frankie grabs her by the wrist and pulls her to him, almost making her topple over, but Jay regains her balance and is about to straddle him when he moves his hands to her waist and pulls her down on her back on the couch. She presses her nails into his triceps when he slams into her. She’s so fucking wet and tight, like only she can be, and she smells of sweat from her run, and it drives him wild. He doesn’t give her time to adjust to his size, not this time, and her toothy kisses tells him she’s more than okay with it.

Jay mewls, grabs his upper arms, and one of her legs goes around him and twists, and then she pushes him up and over, and he capsizes over the edge of the couch. She follows, holding onto him tightly, and hisses when her knee hits the floor. Frankie grunts when his back takes most of the fall, but Jay is now on top of him and she grabs his dick, all slick from having been in her pussy. She pumps it a couple of times before leading it into her again, and he thrusts upwards despite knowing she doesn’t like it when she’s on top and wants to do all the work, but he must get inside her again. “Fuck!” she gasps and her back curves out when she leans down, her fingers pressing between his ribs as she kisses him. His hands run down the length of her, reclaiming every known inch of her that he can reach. Her teeth close around his lower lip and draw it out when she straightens her back and starts to ride him frantically. Frankie covers her tits with his hands and pinches, kneads, rolls her nipples between his fingers until she throws her head back and sounds a throaty, loud moan while rubbing against him, her whole body shaking with the orgasm tearing through her.

Frankie clenches his teeth and allows himself to enjoy the sight before him before he, too, succumbs to the climax that shuts his eyes close and makes him grunt in helpless surrender.

Jay collapses over him, her face fitting so well where his neck curves into his shoulder. Her breaths are short and shallow, her body heavy on his. He wraps his arms around her and keeps her close, so close he can feel her heart drumming to the same quick beat as his own.

Gratitude washes over him, complete and overwhelming, along with the feeling that he doesn’t deserve her, yet knowing that he’s done everything to deserve her. The two of them belong together, and Alma with them. The best thing he ever did was to make a baby with Jay.

It seems so clear and simple now. What has he been waiting for, really?

"Jay," he murmurs, caressing her side, "let's make a baby."

"Huh?"

"Let's have another baby. We've talked about it often enough. Why not just go for it? I want to have another baby with you."

"What about your job and all that?" Jay gets up on one forearm and caresses his cheek, her fingers lingering on the bald spots in his beard.

"I'll figure it out. We will figure it out." He turns his face so that he can kiss her palm. "Jay, I don't know for sure what I want to work with, but I'm absolutely certain that I want another baby with you. Being a dad is the best job I ever had."

He waits for her answer, hoping she has one for him now and not later, worrying about being too pushy but knowing that he needed to make it known what he really wanted. When she starts to smile widely, he feels calm.

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Okay." She laughs a little. "Yes. Let's have another baby."

"You sure?" Frankie has to ask. This went so much easier than expected. Jay slaps him lightly on the chest.

"You want to put a baby in me or not?"

He laughs at that, then rolls both of them over so that he's on top and dips his face down to kiss her neck.

"Gonna fill you with my cum," he murmurs, already hardening at the thought. Their sex life was amazing when Jay was pregnant with Alma, and he's already looking forward to a reprise. Jay slides her hand down between them and teases him with soft fingers.

"Gotta get you big and hard first, daddy," she breathes, "and then you can fuck me, and cum inside me, all the way inside, and if it doesn't take, you'll have to do it again and again and again..."

There's nothing original about her words, but they make him feral. He kisses her hotly, plunges his tongue inside her mouth, barely gives her the time to reciprocate before he drags his lips along her jawline, nibbles on her earlobe, kisses his way down her neck and chest, suckles one nipple, then the other, while growing stiff and ready to finally slide into her again.

She grunts when he pushes into her, and he feels his knees complain.

"Not the most comfortable place to fuck, huh?" he chuckles breathlessly, taking a moment to pepper her face with kisses. Jay combs her fingers through his hair, tugging a little at the neck.

"Bedroom?"

He lets out a little growl at the idea of pulling out, but her suggestion makes sense. They scramble to their feet, and only fifteen seconds later he pushes into her again, this time on soft bedding.

"I love you," he murmurs when her hungry pussy takes him balls deep. "I love you so much."

"And I love you," she assures him before pulling him in for a kiss. She moans into his mouth when he starts to move, breaks the kiss to instead trace her warm lips along his neck. Frankie leans his head back, exhaling in a low moan at her ministrations, lets her pour her love over his neck and shoulder before chasing and capturing her lips with his once again. He fucks her without hurry, indulges himself in the way her strong pussy clutches his cock in a slow drag in and out, her sounds, the surrender of her limbs underneath him. His brain is soaked in pleasure and fixed on his purpose: to fuck a baby into her, let his love grow in her womb, become a tiny person for them to take care of.

Jay's breaths are coming in short and shallow now. She whines and throws her head back, her hips rising to meet his in a wordless plea for him to go faster. Frankie obliges her, wrapping one arm around her head, keeping his eyes trained on her face. He smiles a little at the faces she makes when she gives herself up to pleasure, finds it amazing that he can know these funny, intimate details about her.

"Almost," she gasps, reaching between them to rub her clit. A moan tells him she found just the right spot.

"God, Frankie, so good, fuck, don't stop...!"

His balls are tight, he's going to blow within seconds, he growls as he tries to hold it together for just one more thrust, and another, and another, holy fucking God, now Jay is cumming underneath him, her mouth wide open as if she's about to scream, but not a word comes out, and the second after, he empties his balls inside her, presses himself to her as tightly as he can, paints her womb with his cum.

He must have dozed off because he startles when Jay's carefully nudging him off of her. He rolls heavily onto his side next to her and opens his eyes to her sleepy smile. He smiles back and raises his hand to caress her cheek, admiring the way her eyes close at his touch, like she's a cat basking in his adoration.

"You sure about this?" he whispers. Her eyes open again, calm and unfathomably blue. He wishes his daughter could have had those pretty blue eyes.

"I am. Don't tell me you're having second thoughts."

"No," he hurries to assure her, "but with everything else going on, your job, my job, Alma being a handful..."

"I'm still on the pill," Jay reminds him softly. "It might take a while."

He didn't even think about that, and the realization makes him equally jittery and relieved.

“We’ll have time to figure stuff out, then,” he summarizes, hoping it won’t take too long. Jay nods.

"We will."

Slowly, she turns onto her back, and stretches.

"I'm gonna take a shower. You comin', too?"

He's too tired really, but when Jay gets up and he sees that ass walk out the room, he's suddenly in a hurry to follow her.

#triple frontier fanfic #francisco catfish morales #francisco frankie morales #frankie morales #frankie x lady #my fic

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Since you mentioned Buck is your least favorite I am curious what’s your ranking ? And is this a I love you but I just love (blank) more situation? Because I’m constantly changing my ranking in 911 for that reason like I love everyone so damn much and I’m constantly switching depending on the season making me focus my love more on certain characters so I’m wondering if this happens to other people as well lol

it's definitely a I love you but I love blank more situation, they're all sooooo perfect to me (in that they're deeply flawed, real characters) and i love each of them deeply but i'd be lying if i didn't say i had favourites so:

eddie diaz - are we surprised? he's my number one. he's literally everything to me. there isn't a character like him in existence. best dad in the world because he's made mistakes and he's learning as he goes but he loves christopher with literally everything he has. petty little bitch who is actually the kindest most compassionate guy out there. friend of lesbians and women everywhere (unless they're a morally bankrupt reporter). i could go on but then this would possibly be the longest ask i've ever posted and also i would get no more work done today.

chimney han - VERY close between him and number 3 and also VERY close between him and number one to be honest. he's my favourite little guy. honestly more babygirl than eddie to me sorry. second best dad in the world (ONLY because he hasn't been doing it as long as eddie). ultimate wifeguy, real simp. rebar AND lady magnet. karaoke king. just. HE'S THE HEART OF THE 118!!!!!!!!!!!

henrietta wilson - LOVE OF MY LIFE! she has never done anything wrong in her life ever (and by this i mean that of course she has but she learns from it). the hen and her mom storyline in suspicion is literally one of my favourite things the show ever did because although i'm not a woman of colour i am a woman who never would have got diagnosed if it weren't for my mum there to advocate for me every step of the way. also an ultimate wifeguy.

bobby nash - HE'S MY DAD BOOGIE WOOGIE WOOGIE! no he's everyone's dad. never been happier for a character to be so severely wrong as i was when he said the 118 wasn't a family, sealed his fate, dear dumb dad. literally what can i say about him? i LOVE it when characters have to unlearn their grief and learn how to open up to the world again - he's my number one.

athena grant - loses points for copaganda but mother! she's just so uhhhhhhh. idk. i look at angela bassett and my brain stops working. she's just. so full of love. but also she gets angry. and she's protective of her family. and fjfhgskgbjktg.

maddie buckley - honestly love her so much especially in the earlier seasons but i feel like season 6 lost her a little bit. but yeah she's my pookie bear. no but fr such a beautifully complex character. i LOVE her SO much.

evan buckley - sir your sad eyes, abandonment issues and dog motif are very sexy god bless you just do not have that jenny say quack the rest of these guys do. To Me. if i knew you in real life, i would despise you probably sorry :/ but i love your extensive amount of issues <3

#sami answers #just doing the mains because i honestly can't rank my side character babies. if they had more screentime man...#but hon mentions to: may karen ravi and michael #ALSO I WAS GOING TO PUT CHRISTOPHER BUT I DIDN'T KNOW WHERE AND I DIDN'T KNOW IF HE COUNTED AS A MAIN AND AHHHHHH #eddie and chris count as a package deal

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mentally-ill-simp · 1 year ago

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Imagine Joel and Tess renewing their vows

Summery: Joel surprises Tess with the wedding they never had

Word count: 948

"I just want this to be perfect and give her the wedding we never had" Joel explained to his kids and Maddy nodded "it's gonna be perfect, she is going to cry" Maddy smiled at him "that's the goal kiddo, do you think she'll say yes if I propose to her again?" Joel asked nervous and they just looked at him "are you stupid, you guys are married and have kids together she obviously loves you and wants to spend the rest of her life with you" Ellie said looking at the man "i will pay yall if you can get her in a dress" Joel said planning the whole thing out and they nodded "i can get her in a dress for free" Maddy said smiling "getting her in a dress is like putting a cat in water how would you even do it" he asked " I'd just tell her I need her to try on a dress so I can fix the hemline" she shrugged "that is really fucking smart" Ellie said and laughed a little.

Joel paced back and forth waiting for Tess to come come from patrol when Tess walked into the house she was concerned and looked at her husband concerned "Joel what are you doing?" She asked and he looked at her "give me your ring" he said and she glared at him "no!" She yelled and he took her hand and took it "what did I do?!" She asked heartbroken and Joel got onto one knee "you are the love of my life and I want to give you everything in this world. To be honest I have no idea where I'm going with this but I know I wanna marry you so will you marry me Tess?" He asked and she looked at him "I did though" she said and took her ring back. He stood up and kissed her "are you ok?" She asked and kissed him back "I'm fine" he smiled "mhm sure" she said and walked into the kitchen.

"Honey I don't understand why you're making me wear this i thought it was just for hemming" Tess said "yeah but you look really nice in it" Maddy said and put her hair up "is this what having a daughter is like?" She asked and Maddy nodded "why are you guys acting so weird?" Tess asked "we're not" Ellie said and gave her heels " I am not wearing those" Tess said "yes you are please" they said and Yess sighed. She put the heels on and stood up "wow" you look so good. Maddy smiled also wearing a dress and flats. Ellie was wearing a suit and her converse "alright mom let's go" Maddy said and grabbed her arm "I am not going out dressed like this" she said and stood there "come on" Ellie grabbed her other arm and they walked to the town hall with her. Tess sighed and gave in, she walked with her two kids to the town hall. They walked in and it looked like a huge chapel. Tess looked at the end of the aisle to see Joel standing there in a suit with Tommy by his side and Maria was on the other side and when she walked in music started playing. Tess could feel her eyes tearing up as she saw all of it and it started all coming together, her two kids walked her down the aisle then took thier seats. Tess looked around to see all of her friends there, she looked in front of her and there was Joel standing there with a huge smile on his face "hi beautiful" he whispered to her and she started crying "hi" she smiled Joel took her hands in his and the priest started his speech then the time came for their vows "I didn't really plan these out but all I know is I love you and I want to finish my life with you by my side, I knew the moment that I met you, that you were going to be the one and I was going to have a life with you and now here we are almost 20 years later with two beautiful children. And the most amazing woman by my side" he said and wiped the tears from his face, Tess was quietly sobbing while smiling "thank you for everything in my life, thank you for making life worth living and giving me something worth fighting for. I love everything about you and our family, I love how you went behind my back to make this whole thing happen and how you care about me so much, I love you Joel and I always will" she said though sobs, they looked over to see Maddy and Ellie crying but holding thumbs up they put their rings on each other and smiled "i now pronounce you man and wife" the priest said and Tess grabbed Joel by the tie and kissed him passionately.

The after party consisted of everyone laughing and talking and Ellie playing their song for them on guitar while they slow danced. Tess leaned her head on his chest while they stood close and danced, Joel whispered the lyrics into her ear while they danced. Almost everyone made a speech and Abby and Yara had planned out their honeymoon for them in a cabin Abby had found in the woods that was completely safe. After the after-party Joel and Tess had rode away on horse to the small cabin for their honeymoon and thanked everyone for the great party.

#joel miller #joel miller x tess #tess tlou #tess miller #tess x joel #the last of us #the last of us 2 #ellie williams #tlou #imagine #tlou imagine

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toiletxd · 1 year ago

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Ok so most of these questions are dumb. Like cinemasins level media analysis. Except the first one that's a good one.

So barbieland isn't a perfect utopia, that's stated in the film. It's a pink plastic world. And what the fuck do you mean what is a utopia without sex? Do you need to fuck to be happy? Also if there's only heterosexual couples who the hell is Alan.

So the Ken and Barbie girlfriend and boyfriend thing is something I'm pretty sure is intentional. Ken really wants Barbie to be his girlfriend. That's like half his motivation trough the film. The fact that it effectively means nothing is the joke.

The genitalia thing is something called a joke. Them not having genitalia is just a nod to the toys.

Most of the questions about barbieland are based off of the assumption that barbieland is some sort of Utopic place. But barbieland is clearly shown to be a representation of the world that barbie, the real life toy, supposedly lives in. It's all pink and nice and Barbie is everyone and everything.

I do not know where the original poster got the idea that kens have less visual diversity. Because honestly both the kens and Barbies are even.

It's bad when the Barbies are powerless because they are practically enslaved. Seriously how do you misinterpret the movie this hard.

Submission isn't a good for Ken. The whole message of his story is that he doesn't have to chase barbie.

So the question of whether the character of stereotypical barbie is fascist or not is actually relatively interesting. But also you just picked one thing out of the definition of fascism and decided that that means barbie is a fascist based on that.

The pitch for ordinary barbie is just a collection of traits a lot of women have that are, culturally, seen as just kinda average. Interesting that the poster happened to hear that one phrase and decided that is the one thing the entire film stands by.

Barbie has good characteristics because protagonists are characters you are meant to root for (at least in most movies) and Ken has negative characteristics because you are meant to go against him. Simple as that.

The movie looks at womanhood a lot. And it just so happens that motherhood is one of the most defining traits of that. The earliest artistic depictions of women were tied to motherhood. Also it's the one thing that defines women over all cultures, including ones that don't have the same views of masculinity and femininity.

Have you seen r/movietheories? Are you embarrassed that redditors trying to figure out who will appear in the next marvel movie have better media analysis than you?

What the fuck do you Margaret Thatcher? What does that have to do with the barbie movie. Fuck what does that have to do with anything? Wait, you watched a movie about womanhood and about what a woman can do and what women are, and your takeaway is that a woman did something bad in the 80s so the message is completely wrong? Yeah that sounds feminist.

I've seen the cinemasins guy make better analysis of media. This is just a series of deliberate misinterpretations to make you look smarter and bring down a film. Reddit tier thinking miss Maddy.

#barbie #media analysis #i guess #seriously what did she gain from writing this?

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thebubblesareevil · 2 years ago

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Life on the farm pt 6 its pointless to resist

Jazz was PISSED! She left for a college tour and came home to her brother missing, Vlad having a breakdown because an object of his obsession is missing, Jack and Maddie ranting about phantom killed their son, and clockwork sitting on her bed.

“Care to explain what’s ACTUALLY going on. Because Vlad is in crisis and Jack and Maddie think Phantom killed Danny, which would be pretty hard to do considering he is phantom, Sam and tucker are no help, they haven’t really been on speaking terms since the break up.” She says with a glare.

Clockwork is a primordial being, the personification of time itself, he is no fool.

“Danny is safe in another universe, he has found parents that fully accept him for what he is… and he misses you very much.” He says with a soft smile stroking his beard. “The friends he makes in that world will help him become one of the greatest ghost kings of all time.” Jazz gave him a very unimpressed look.

“My brother already is the greatest ghost king you’ve ever had, the last one subjugated the residents of the infinite realms for years, try again.” Clockwork laughed.

“That may be so but there, he will be happy, and he will help others in ways that will prevent great tragedy from befalling that universe.” Clockwork grinned “would you like to join him. You can always return through the infinite realms once your brother masters portals. It’s shouldn’t be too long now”

Jazz weighed her options, on the one hand she would be with her little brother, on the other hand she would have to leave her entire life behind. She hears a crash from down stairs. “Let me pack my things. There are a few things I’ll need if I’m entering a new world.”

Clockwork shifted into his middle aged form, “but of course”

“New world or not I’m finishing my education, Danny may have all the tutor in the infinite realms to teach him what he needs to know but I’m going to be a psychiatrist not a ghost king. I’ll need records so I can go to school. Danny has a family all set up and that’s all well and good, I’ll be visiting him on holidays but I am going to college. I’ll need some college brochures, I’d like to find a tutor in that world as well so I can get up to date with any new practices from that world.” Clockwork gave her a wide grin and with a slight hum he said “I know the perfect person. It will all be handled.”

Jazz gave the primordial god of time a grin “alrighty then let’s get going. The sooner I get settled the sooner I get to go find my little brother!”

Clockwork grinned and thought to himself ‘this is going to be fun, perhaps I should introduce her to my granddaughter, that would be most amusing’

Jazz finished packing and the two headed into a whole new world after permanently decommissioning the portal.

Wouldn’t want any unwanted visitors

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Pamela Isley is a reasonable woman, true she was a little, Enthusiastic about her plants, but ever since she got together with Harley she can concede that she’s calmed down a reasonable amount. So when she walked into their living room to find her girlfriend staring at a red headed teen sitting on their couch with a man eating plant on one side and a hyena on the other, typing away without a care in the world, she didn’t immediately kill the girl. She did give an exasperated sigh when Harley asked if the girl was her secret love child, but no she didn’t kill the kid. When the girl looked up and gave the two a unexpectedly sharp grin, (were her eyes glowing?!) and introduced herself as Harley’s new student and how she wanted to learn psychiatry from the best Ivy turned around. She needed coffee for this.

When she returned Harley had all but adopted the girl. They decided they needed to get the girl supplies to be a proper protege. Ivy put up with the girl for weeks, asking probing questions, lurking about the apartment. She was fed up with it. The three of them are headed out to eat when Ivy decides to confront Harley about the girl. Unfortunately this was Gotham and dinner is never peaceful. Of course who would they run into but Harley’s disgusting ex Joker. Before the fight can even start however Joker is shot with a green blast. There’s the annoying red head holding a weird gun standing across the room.

“Yknow, repeated exposure to ectoplasm can have unforeseen side effect. I once saw a man who was hit with too many blasts grow a third arm from his forehead and lose another limb between his legs. I’d be interested to see how it affects you Mr. Joker, Ṣ̵̡̲̻͓̲́͌̕͜h̴̡͎̼̬̮̳̲̳̤͙͑ͅa̶̦̟̭̱̝͑̌͒̎͗͐̏̋͑͘͝ͅļ̴̡̗͕̲͎̞̩̚ͅͅḻ̵̛͆͒̌́̐͗̐͝͝ ̶̛̞͚̄̆̇͆̈́̃̈͆̽͐̓͠w̷̡̮͔͖͍͇̞̳͖͍̺͍̅̀͜͜e̷̻̠͕͕̲̼͔̫̲̓͐̉̈́͑̓͋̚̚?̷̨͖̝̥̙̮̪͚̺̦̫̫̺̝͌̈́̏̆̎̍̑͛͐̈́̇͋͗̊”

While he was distracted Harley knocked him over the head with her bat and the three ran out of the restaurant laughing.

Maybe having Jazz Fenton around might be fun after all.

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The next morning she found what appeared to be a Wayne child sitting on her couch. She turned around, she needed coffee for this.

#danny phantom #ghost king danny #dc x dp #brain vomit #jazz Fenton #Harley Quinn #pamela isley #life on the farm #pt 6

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orleans-jester · 1 year ago

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“I just .. don’t want to seem ungrateful.”

That and she just wasn’t a complaining person. When she reached out to other people, she wanted it to be about good things. And she did talk to them, just because it wasn’t about big important things like events didn’t mean that she didn’t keep in touch, especially with Ray. It was the little things like celebrating first steps and first words and managing a full nights sleep and laughing at whatever shenanigans their men were getting into. Any complaints - she kept that in because she one hundred percent did not want to be that girl that only turned to her friends when things were bad.

“I do talk to Ray, and I know that everyone goes through the rough times,” She said, since God knows that was true. There was no such thing as a perfect baby, even if their Frankie did come rather close. But she was also thinking .. Ray and the others, they had zombie kids and Praline to take care of. And Thomas and Flotsam had the triplets, which was a lot to juggle. “I guess I never got over my fear of being a burden,” She admitted, continuing to look down at her hands. But then he did make her chuckle a little. “Yeah, as much as I appreciate Frankenstein, that’s never going to happen.” At least they agreed on that very important point.

And apart from not getting some more one-on-one time with her husband where she didn’t have to try to be quiet during times of great pleasure, where she didn’t have to get up when she heard Frankie crying, even if that meant that she was just falling asleep in his arms, everything was pretty much ideal. They had the family life that was part of the American Dream.

But yes, very much fuck Pierre, and fuck Declan. Neither of them got to see the woman that she had grown into, so neither of them knew. This was never a fleeting love, hero worship, only thankfulness - though of course she was grateful for everything that Bastien did. Like Bas had reminded her - she had said yes to running away with him off the grid before she had needed saving. And leaving him had been one of the hardest things that she had ever done in her entire life. Harder than even putting aside all the dreams of medical school and treating people around the world. That had been easy peasy compared to that. So they hadn’t even known Agnes very well either. Declan could see what she had done, what she was doing, even what she was most likely to do in the future. But he didn’t know the thoughts that went through her head.

Maddy was more than happy to remind him. It didn’t bother her at all that he had forgotten because it let her talk about it, to reminisce. The Six of Swords, moving to a distant environment with more potential. Justice, karmic retribution. Ace of Pentacles, opportunity for prosperity. Four of Swords, recovery and introspection. The Moon - her favorite card. Temperance, adapting, cooperation. The Empress - connect with femininity. How that glitzy grandma forture teller had been so very right about everything.

Seeing that proud expression too - that felt so good. “Yeah, you’re probably the best at it.”

Maddy’s smile only grew when she realized that in a way, her husband was quoting Dumbledore of all people. “I never feel lost when I’m around you. You always know exactly where to go, even if it isn’t home.”

It just always felt like a rant because she wasn’t able to stop herself when it started to come out and it was sometimes hard to figure out how Bastien was going to see things. She knew he loved her, of course, but what if … what if he thought that she was being too much, trying to interject herself into areas of his life that maybe she had no right to be in? That world of his was entirely different from hers. Sometimes it felt like she had a map to it but others … other times it was more like a childrens drawing, just scrawls of different colors.

She did look a little more concerned as he kept speaking though. “What - what do you think we would argue about?” She implored, taking hold of his hand lightly. They haven’t really had any big arguments in their marriage. And it’s been almost two years now. He did give examples though, but it felt like he was holding back. “Okay, yes, I do worry, but that’s what I do Bastien, I’m your wife, and it always goes away when you come back to me. I want you to be able to talk about these things. About everything.” Oh Bastien, being Bastien, keeping things inside while only giving enough hints to make her mind start to go crazy. Things he needed patience for. She couldn’t think yet of what that meant. “No, no, nothing is your fault. If anything, it’s mine because you feel like you can’t come to me with … what this is really about. I can promise you right now - nothing in this world, not a thing, is more important to me than you and Frankie.”

She sighed, and looked more than a little embarrassed. “It’s kind of like what you said earlier. There’s nothing that I really want to do, at least not in Feral. It’s just more … it feels weird to ask someone to watch Frankie just so we can … fuck, basically.”

She thought back to the night that they decided that they were going to try for a baby. The mind-blowing pleasure that he had given her - three times in a row, they just kept going, like they were rabbits. Even if she didn’t have the full stimulation, he left her more than satisfied each and every time and she wanted to revisit that so badly. She wanted to have another night like that, just them, just keep going. No distractions.

"Oh."

Bastien made a face. Her initial statement seemed so simple.

"What makes you think there's something wrong with complaining about the challenges of parenthood?"

That was his first question truth be told because he thought it was odd she felt such a need to stand up loving Frankie as if any complaint meant some sort of lack or something to that effect.

"I complain about her all the time. Chip does too. His own I mean. Then we laugh about it. He tells me what his wives say too. It's all in good fun how difficult it can be, but rewarding. You should talk to them more... or Valerie... or Flotsam/Thomas and all them with kids. It's not a big deal. Then you wouldn't feel so bad that everyone goes through that. You could have just said you wanted a babysitter and we could have asked the guys at the church or the fae. Koda used to dance with that cowboy guy's kid, I forget his name, the Uber driver. He might have before he left, Zero would have helped him. I bet they would... or even Piper. Now that Feral is open we could ask all kinds of friends to do that. Just not the doctor alone just in case he gets a hankering itch his doctor vibes can't stop himself from scratching with our daughter. But, we really have had lots of choices. Now people who actually have kids can do it. They'll be the best ones because they're used to it."

He wouldn't even get at all why her mind would think there was about to be harsh judgement here on babysitters unless she meant the Jetsam thing, but she didn't voice that. As of now he was excited with the idea of visiting their friends more to drop off the kid. It was an excuse to see everyone. It wasn't like they were going to hire a stranger. The only reason he hadn't asked himself was because he honestly didn't have anything he wanted to do while in Feral other than whatever Delta had him do and his hoarding for future survival. He worked the dragon's hoard and did his thing. If anything it was the only time since they'd been together they almost functioned like a traditional family unit and they weren't even doing it on purpose. He got up and went to work and came home after a long day of her taking care of the baby and then helped himself all he possibly could. He just didn't actually have a timecard to punch like a regular job. What a world?

He liked hearing fuck Declan and Pierre too. He used to be so confident they were dead wrong and glad they were dead. The more things felt like they were changing the more insecure that confidence became. It got shook just every time he could sense her worry of him about his usage or anything that felt like judgement towards him for any reason. That was the honest truth.

Bastien shook his head. "Remind me. I'm sorry. My head. It's so mixed up sometimes." He remembered tarot cards, but it obviously wasn't as vivid to him as it was to her. He hated his brain sometimes. He could tell it was important to her and it made him feel sick to his stomach that he couldn't remember the details. It gave him a flashback to doctors trying to tell him problems that could get worse with time and he suddenly felt like hitting something. A doctor. The face of the one Esme put him in front of started to flash in his head even though that wasn't the one that spoke on his memory and cognition. His chin jerked to the side to shake it out and focus back on Maddy. He needed to pay attention. Full focus here. Present. Right now.

The moon. The dark. "Yeah. I do kinda remember that." He started to appear prouder by the moment. "I am an expert in that."

He actually laughed a little there about not getting lost. Stars that brought her home. He liked that too. It reminded him of Willem and how he'll forever be looking for a partner to be his candle on the water, his lighthouse.

"I think I forgot to tell you something. I don't know. Did I forget to tell you we don't always have to know where we're going? Because I don't. Sometimes I just wander around. It doesn't mean I'm lost. It doesn't mean I know where I am or even what I'm doing. But, I'm always okay. You never have to worry. It's always cool. We can just wander around together. No biggie. As long as we're together."

He wasn't upset about her rant as she put it in her mind, but he didn't see it that way. It was just expressing how she felt and it was all complimentary to him. Ranting felt like a negative term and how could he take it as bad when all she was really saying was she wanted more of him which meant she cared?

She however was probably right about the next thing she said too. If she was feeling that needy she might not have been coming across that way to him because he'd been feeling judged over small things every other time they got together for some time which had him decompressing after work with Frankie more because she was judgement free. If he stayed in the safety zone he wouldn't poke the mama bear so to speak. Maybe unintentionally keeping the kid distance barrier up was also poking the same bear. He was starting to realize he was going to have to admit to that if he were to have any integrity right now.

"I'm sorry. I should have noticed you needed some down time too. I could have asked for a sitter, but I didn't either because... well... because I get worried I'm going to get questioned about stuff we might argue about it and we'd never do that in front of Frankie. So, it's easier to have her around so nothing controversial comes up. Just in case. Like, I don't know... I see the concern on your face when I use, when I've been out long, or just... stuff along the way that puts me in the kind of mood that would ruin any fun I might have anyway. I know when I'm being judged. Other stuff. Stuff I'm determined to have patience about." He nodded his chin and didn't elaborate and left it at that because that was Bastien. "So maybe I'm asking a question I already knew the answer to? Maybe it didn't change. Maybe I just did? Maybe everything's the same, but my patience is changed, or like getting tired, and I'm not in the mood to exercise it. It's probably my fault and I didn't even know it. Fuck. Everyone has their limits. I guess. I might have a hammer, but my patience isn't as strong as Thor. Maybe a babysitter would help me recharge while I'm waiting. So again, I'm sorry."

Then he tilted his head again quite quizzically after his apology and explanation thereof.

"But why didn't you ask for a babysitter? I explained me. What about you? You sure that's all it is? Just didn't want to admit you can't do it all by yourself or just scared to ask people?"

#MaddyxBastien

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a-forger-and-a-point-man · 3 years ago

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my thoughts on *no time to die*

the spoiler-free stuff first:

cary fukunaga nailed this so hard that it hurts. it hurts in all the best ways. i have never ever felt so many things and appreciated so many characters and marveled and gasped at a bond film before. and i have seen ALL OF THEM multiple times. i’m a bond fan for sure, well beyond 00q, despite 00q being a kind of gateway drug!

not a single moment of this film felt contrived or forced or cheesy or laughable. i couldn’t believe it. 2 hours 43 minutes. i kept waiting for the one scene when i’d roll my eyes. and that’s fine - that’s bond! every film has it’s UGH moment, yes even skyfall (the shower scene) - but NTTD was was the realest, most grounded, most impactful film out of the entire franchise. yet it remained entirely BONDIAN. the throwbacks, the one-liners, the way you root for james through the whole thing. have i ever rooted for james through an entire film? i don’t actually think i have, which is crazy right? yeah this time is DIFFERENT.

this is the one that non-bond fans need to see - but at the same time, almost every moment has a wonderful, satisfying reference to a previous film that you can’t fully appreciate it and squee in delight unless you’re a proper 007 devotee. i am so glad i went to see this after years of watching bond films on a loop!

cary we are in awe of you and you are a master. you UNDERSTOOD THE ASSIGNMENT and not only delivered, but you gave us freebies too!!! we are not worthy!!!

now for the spoiler-inclusive stuff:

**STOP READING HERE** if you haven’t seen it

FYI this isn’t articulate or coherent so good luck comrades

now keep in mind i’ve only seen NTTD once and i will have more nuanced thoughts down the line. i’ve waited so damn long for this film and IT MET AND EXCEEDED EXPECTATIONS. i went in assuming there were going to be problems, because JAMES BOND, and i was ready to attack tbh, but I’M THE ONE THAT GOT ATTACKED WITH FEELINGS INSTEAD -shakes fist-

-the gun barrel opening: fabulous. classic. old-timey. and cary wanted to remind us that this is in fact a bond film that we’re about to see, even though 25 percent of it is OTHER CHARACTERS and SCENES WITHOUT BOND. the first thing we hear is the bond theme and it’s reassuring and satisfying. we’ve waited an extra 2 covid years for this.

-the prologue/cold open: i forgot i was watching a bond film. HE’S NOT IN THE PROLOGUE? gasp! and yet it was perfection. it was riveting and fucking terrifying and i loved that we didn’t know the outcome exactly even though madeleine told this story to james on the train in spectre. it was just excellent filmmaking.

-matera: gorgeous cinematography. were they actually married? i don’t think so. this seemed to be just a few weeks after james abandoned his squad (read: q) and ran off with the car and maddy. was it a honeymoon? where did they actually live? i have many questions. what was on the note that each of them burned (their secret?) - i didn’t catch the handwriting!

-“we have all the time in the world” FUCK OFF HOW DARE YOU UTTER THOSE WORDS FIVE MINUTES INTO THE FILM FOR GOD’S SAKE WE HAVEN’T HAD THE OPENING TITLES YET HAVE YOU NO SHAME IN FORESHADOWING LIKE THIS????????? NO JAMES NO

-the age difference between bond/madeleine really showed in this. i’m all for age gaps, no discrimination here, it’s just that WITH THE PROPER DIRECTION (hi sam mendes! sorry not sorry sam mendes!) i finally believed they were a couple. cary took something NON-EXISTENT in spectre, which was their relationship, and... well... MADE IT INTO A RELATIONSHIP. there was chemistry!!! i couldn’t believe it. i was invested in them! the acting was on a different level. it’s like they had both matured. or... received better direction :) THANK YOU CARY FUKUNAGA you did the impossible. i ship them. i walked out shipping them, not 00q. i haven’t lost my love for 00q but do you know what it takes for me to ship bond with any woman? he’s toxic as fuck and he’s got the dick of death and i gotta protect all my ladies. but this bond was... a person drastically changed by circumstances in life. he was a broken, old, retired man in love. and i believed every minute of it.

-vesper’s tomb. the SECOND the vesper theme started, a tear rolled down my face. it was far too early to cry in this damn movie but it got me so hard. “i miss you” - BYE. I AM DEAD.

-how many explosions did bond survive in this film. legit tho. how does he have any hearing left. how is he not deaf. he has survived the most insane shit only to... surrender? submit? or is it sacrifice in the end? i wanna have a long discussion about this. someone who is avoiding spoilers but is worried about triggers asked me if there’s suicide in this, and i couldn’t answer yes or no. it’s very complex. it’s very subjective.

-PRIMO! ok now that’s how you do a henchman!!! it wasn’t just the traditional “bond fights him in 2 or more countries and he barely speaks more than two words” - primo was a henchman who tracked bond from start to finish with exceptional finesse. he’s also smart, not just a hired assassin, as we see demonstrated in the scenes with obruchev. i wondered what his little physical quirk would be and i loved the whole cyclops thing. nicely done.

-i will take this moment to say that my partner (who is a visible minority) quickly pointed out that while it’s a diverse cast and things are progressing, the two main baddies are both north african arabs (rami + dali) which may not register with most folks, but ultimately, when minority groups see themselves up there on the big screen they wanna know they’re being included in the positive worldview narrative.

-also on that topic: we really really have to get past every single bond villain having an accent. it’s really fucking TIRED. it’s xenophobic UNLESS you show us a MAIN character among the mi6 squad who has a thick accent. i mean since you’re saying it can go either way right?? well then show us accents are meaningless by spreading the accents around! rami and david both had to PUT ON an accent. ffs! you expect to scare me more when someone sounds FOREIGN? cary fukunaga can do better than that as a mixed-race person who speaks multiple languages. i think either he had no choice in the matter or he figured he’d continue a “bond tradition” because it’s one of the few he can get away with. well i’m not cool with it.

-okay back to bond/madeleine. did anyone notice when he puts her on the train, she’s in the white button up dress and he’s in a tan suit???? SPECTRE THROWBACK HAYYYYYYY. that was effective. loved how the opening credits / theme song crept in.

-the opening credits BEGAN WITH A CALLBACK TO DR. NO! i loooooved that. nicely done. and STILL it didn’t feel forced. i was absolutely invested in the seriousness of the story. i need to watch it again to take note of the details in the graphics... i did like the guns forming the DNA strands, and then the repeat images of bond/maddy instead of any other character. i now realize in hindsight that for the first time in bond history, the theme song is not about bond or the villain. it’s about madeleine. and for that to work we needed to believe in her and to believe in the relationship and i think that was a resounding success.

-thank you robin roberts of good morning america for revealing that nomi is in fact 007 and spoiling that for so many of us. it was supposed to be a major plot point. i’m still mad. james making her call him “commander bond” tho - does he force all the kids to call him that? def makes q shout it in bed.

-more felix/james in da club!! more of them bring bros not hoes. i was digging this so much.

-if you know state department dudes, you know that the billy magnussen casting was TOO PERFECT and james calling logan “book of mormon” made me lose it. that was hysterical. (well, until it wasn’t...)

-PALOMA! ok listen it’s not normal for bond NOT to sleep with her. i can’t stress this enough. THAT WAS AWESOME. also, she’s super sexy and a major ass kicker but also a TOTAL DORK. the dorkiness is what made her relatable and endearing. i wonder if that was phoebe waller bridge’s doing.

-moneypenny had hardly any screen time compared to previous films and that was a real shame. not fair. i wanted more of her gossiping with nomi at least. i do like that she wasn’t taking any shit in this movie though. her face was just DONE with everything in every scene. rightly so.

-felix. i bawled my eyes out. i was audibly saying NO NO NO and choking on my sobs behind my triple-layered mask. i couldn’t bear it. that was really unexpected, and then the way he said LET ME GO. fuck. fuck it all. i couldn’t.

-when james finally avenged him and said “i had a brother, his name was felix leiter” i just started crying again. even though a second earlier i thought, “wait what brother?? FRANZ OBERHAUSER?!” because i’m stupid like that. i thought he was avenging blofeld’s death lol. i do love that Q MADE FUN OF THE WHOLE STEP BROTHERS plot in spectre by referencing it when he examined bond hand for the nanobots. it was something like “well good thing you’re not actually related!” that was brilliant. i feel like cary might have written that one.

-bond flew planes in this movie and it didn’t feel corny. in spectre i LAUGHED OUT LOUD at how silly it looked. it’s so strange how very bond this film was and yet... not.

-never in my life did i imagine that when m dragged bond’s ass across his desk that i’d be ON BOND’S SIDE. i was literally telling everyone i really wanted a scene where m gives bond a proper scolding. screams at him. it’s usually so satisfying! but my how the tables turned this time around. m’s secret felt natural to me - he’s the head of mi6. lots of hidden shit goes on. even within a team people keep secrets from one another. that’s why that business is so fucked up. still, m should have resigned. i’ve been saying that since i saw the movie. remorse is not enough. i bet the PM asked him to resign later at the very least because of the diplomatic debacle in the pacific. m looked so defeated the entire film.

-ok also i found it hilarious that the thing that made m the most angry was bond “working for the cia” lol. you can do anything but YOU CAN’T GO OVER TO THE AMERICANS.

-i loved the edits in the london street scene. the cuts. very modern but never felt forced or out of place.

-loved the portraits of the old Ms in the hallways at 6! i love throwbacks like that!!! makes me feel super cool for knowing the franchise reasonably well!

-Q’S FLAT! THE APRON! THE JAPANESE CUISINE! THE MUSIC! WAITING FOR HIS MALE DATE! THE SPHYNX CAT! JAMES MAKING FUN OF THE CAT (he legit had a death wish) JAMES STAYING OVER AT Q’s! MONEYPENNY SETTING IT ALL UP! y’all did someone read ao3??? that’s not a joke, you don’t think scriptwriters from franchises prowl ao3? it’s fucking free and it’s TOP LEVEL SHIT. of course they’ll be like “and i’ll take that, and that, and that...” and i do appreciate also that ben tries to make sure his characters are presented as gay characters when he can. it’s even more important in the bond franchise. i love that we got a lot of q, and q in pajamas on the aircraft carrier!!! nomi actually saying SORRY WE WOKE YOU and he’s like casually headed to the pacific in his pjs? honestly that’s just badass. of course when u think about how this all ended... it’s not like he could just climb back into bed in london. and on their final communication, he called bond “james” which he has NEVER DONE. hold me. i’m not fine. i will never be fine again.

-christoph waltz gave a better performance in those two minutes onscreen than he did in all of spectre. that MUST BE the directing. everyone’s acting improved drastically.

-safin in madeleine’s office. that was a better scene than when he was with bond for their shared couple of mins. it felt a lot more eerie.

-safin did not terrify me as a character the way we were promised though. the heracles concept was very scary - yes - but i actually asked myself if “safin was really that bad”. now i know both cary and daniel had plans to make the villain walk a fine line so that their humanity isn’t entirely compromised - and that’s great storytelling - but i did start thinking “the difference between safin and m is really slight...”

-the fact that mathilde biting him was the thing that made him go OH HELL NO I DID NOT SIGN UP FOR A BITEY BABY PEACE OUT was so damn funny. kids and cats can really best a villain.

-the mathilde plot line was leaked briefly by the daily mail about a year ago but it was quashed quite quickly using a distraction. i forget what that was. i believed that she WASN’T bond’s daughter. i thought she was logan’s! then i thought she was safin’s! we were really taken on a ride there. but i think mathilde was written in to suggest that a) madeleine stayed true to james, b) james gets to leave a part of himself behind, because the common understanding is that that’s what most humans faced with death wish they did. not everyone agrees - i know a few people who hate this idea and think bond should go out in a blaze of glory for queen and country, not for love. but he wasn’t even on the books. there wasn’t going to be a plaque for him at mi6. the reason he gave up even trying to leave the island was because the only reason he had to live was madeleine and now he could never touch her again. the way he kept asking q if there was a way to remove it... omg it was so heartbreaking the way his voice broke... he was so desperate... and q didn’t understand at first... it hurt me so much because cary fukunaga made me buy the idea of bond x madeleine. how, i still don’t know. fucking miracle i tell you.

-BOND MADE EGGS FOR MATHILDE. CRAIG!BOND MADE EGGS. WE FINALLY HAVE THE SCENE. this is canon to the power of 10. fleming and bond and their egg obsession. i smiled from ear to ear!! mathilde giving it a “not bad” was so funny.

-hans zimmer: ok let’s be real he did recycle a lot of shit because it’s bond, and the bond theme was weaved in and out a lot. that’s very classic bond - it doesn’t happen anymore, not since connery, so i loved that. but then the entire third act was music from interstellar and pirates of the caribbean???? come on ya’ll someone must have heard this too. i laughed. i was like HANS. I THINK I EVEN HEAR GLADIATOR. the matera theme was largely “borrowed” from david arnold in casino royale. so maybe the only really original NEW music was the no time to die orchestration based on the billie eilish song. i loved it. it’s particularly beautiful on the track “home” which you can hear below:

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look, i know i need to see it again. and i also know many bond purists were let down because bond was a STRAIGHT UP HERO in this. the guy was clean! honest! monogamous! totally in love like a puppy dog! even offered to save the world for... free! i loved him. me. and everyone knows i roll my eyes at bond nonstop! i thoroughly enjoyed it because i prefer to love the protagonist and cheer him on than feel conflicted. it is, after all, still a popcorn flick. so i’m going to give it a 9/10 because i felt like it catered to me and all the elements i love.

if u made this far... holy shit, why are u reading my dumbass posts

(and thanks!)

#no time to die #no time to die spoilers #nttd spoilers #00q #james bond #mythoughts #notimetodie #spoilers #thisisLONG #andmessy #sorryguys

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thequeenofwands777 · 2 years ago

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𝐂𝐚𝐭 𝐆𝐨𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞? | 𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢 𝐱 𝐎𝐅𝐂 | 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞: 𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝

Synopsis — Decades have passed since the horrific massacre of Brooklyn’s infamous crime family, all its members supposedly wiped out in the most notorious unsolved cold case in the state’s history.

All except one.

Katherina Vitale, the Don’s daughter. She’s known to the public as Felina, the Seven’s Fiesty Femme Fatale and the Deadly Darling in the Shadows. But to those with the clearance, she’s the company’s safety net in case a certain well-known supe goes off the rails.

After the Vought Senior Vice President of Hero Management's plans to force the woman into early retirement are put on hold by the untimely passing of one of the Seven, Katherina is welcomed back to the team. This time with a new stance on her place in the world when she learns the truth of what happened that fated night.

Will she remain loyal to the corporation responsible for her family’s demise? Or will she join William Butcher and his Boys in the fight against her own kind?

Pairing(s) — Black Noir x OFC, Billy Butcher x OFC, The Homelander x OFC, Queen Maeve x OFC, Minor The Deep x OFC

Fandom — The Boys - All Media Types

Status — in progress. Masterlist

Warning(s) — Graphic Descriptions of Violence, Implied/Referenced Past Sexual Assault, Referenced Past Child Abuse, Science Experiments, Canon Typical Violence, Swearing, Angst, Manipulation, Survivor's Guilt, Loss, Substance Abuse, Manipulation, Betrayal, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, Freeform, Dark Comedy, Discrimination, Soldier Boy has issues, Everyone Has Issues, Possessive Behavior, Explicit Sexual Content, Corruption, American Politics

Tag(s) — Star-Crossed Lovers, Past Relationship(s), Grey!OC, BAMF!OC, Nerd!OC, OC is Catwoman of The Boys Universe, Switch!OC, Sexual Tension, Sub Kevin | The Deep, Top Billy Butcher, BAMF Billy Butcher, Sub The Homelander | John, Switch Black Noir, Italian Mafia, Women In Power, BAMF Women, Women's Rights, Song: Brand New City (Mitski), but if I gave up on being pretty I wouldn't know how to be alive, Other Additional Tags To Be Applied

“I have a very exciting surprise for you. Both a member of the Seven, and the Deadly Darling in the Shadows,” Stillwell said, her brow twitching, like the words were venom on her tongue—the only evidence of her disdain. Maddie Stillwell, so well-trained.

Beams of heavenly light cast a pale glow on the stage, highlighting every faint line on the golden-haired woman’s shiny face. Even from where she stood yards away, Katherina could smell the fresh botox under the woman’s skin, invading nerve cells and paralyzing her facial muscles.

“Live and in person, the Fiesty Femme Fatale, Felina!”

A stunning, long-legged woman sauntered across the stage, every man in the audience shifting in their seats as their pants tightened in an almost-pavlovian response to seeing her. Katherina never failed to enrapture, with the skin-tight fabric of her raven catsuit shifting with every elegant movement of her body.

Fuck the costume department, the woman thought every time she pulled it on. Pushing down a wave of disgust, wood splintered around her nails as they made indents into the podium’s sides.

“Thank you. Aw, thank you, everybody,” She purred in her smoky voice, rapidly reading the fast-moving words off the teleprompter with an ease granted by her sharpened senses and decades of practice. Her full lips curled up into a wicked smile, flashing the audience her pointed canines as their eyes widened in awe. As if it never got old. “After a long, distinguished career with the Seven…”

Katherina paused, just as the teleprompter instructed. The audience held their breath in anticipation.

Stillwell raised a brow as the silence drew out.

The woman took a deep breath, her throat threatening to close up. “I, Felina, have decided it’s time to file down my claws and retire.”

“Let's give her a big ‘thank you.’” Madelyn said, cutting in with a picture-perfect smile painted on her lips. Goddamn cunt. You’re just counting down the fucking minutes, aren’t you? Katherina thought as she suppressed a glare, her smile widening instead. “What do you say? Thank you, Felina!”

Once the applause died down, the woman continued, “But now, as we turn towards the future, I'd like to introduce someone very special.” Her eyes narrowed in cringe at the next line. How fucking clever. “And I, for one, can't wait to see her shine. Please welcome, Starlight.”

The woman stepped away from the podium with a tight smile, clapping her gloved hands together as her fresh-faced replacement was pushed on stage.

Annie’s nerves seemed to be momentarily forgotten as time slowed down and she took in the sight of her childhood hero up close for the first time, committing to memory every mole and scar marring her pale-ivory skin.

The most notable one was a faded pink scratch starting from above the bridge of her arched brow, running across her eye, and ending on the edge of her left cheekbone. Self-inflicted during the traumatic first manifestation of the crime boss’ daughter-turned-thief-turned-hero’s powers, if Annie remembered correctly.

A pointed look from Stillwell made Katherina sigh. She swallowed harshly and drew Starlight in for a friendly embrace once she approached.

Annie’s knees nearly gave out when she felt the woman wrap her long arms around her. She was sure Felina could tell how nervous she was, the beat of her hammering heart so loud, she wouldn’t be surprised if the audience could hear it too.

Katherina pulled away, releasing the younger woman before wiping her hands down her midsection to smooth out some nonexistent wrinkles. The loud pulsing of blood vessels in her ears was nearly deafening as it mirrored each thundering clap of applause from the audience. She dropped her head, making her signature contrasting hair fall in front of her face.

She remembers how taken back she had been at the beginning of her time at Vought to see her condition be embraced in such a positive way, fully prepared to dye the hair until her scalp bled as Stillwell’s predecessor had planned.

But the public had spoken, the striking color-blocking of light and dark being picked up by girls across the country in a rapid spread alternative trend of the early-90s when she officially debuted.

The years had gone by so quickly. Katherina’s gaze grew distant. Now the symptom of her poliosis manifested in white highlight streaks throughout her voluminous layered locks, the only visible sign of her aging.

Felina’s dazzling smile seemed to falter, making Annie eye her curiously for a moment before she was guided by Stillwell to the podium.

“Let’s give Felina one last round of applause,” Madelyn said, turning towards the woman with a shit-eating grin, her words laced with a deeper meaning. Just as quickly as it had gone, Felina’s irresistible smile returned. This time it didn’t reach her eyes. “Thank you.”

Katherina nodded in appreciation before retreating off-stage in a daze, pushing past Ashley and her stupid fucking clipboard as a dull ringing absorbed her enhanced hearing.

The woman sat calmly in the outside air, her fingers absentmindedly caressing the velvety pages of her worn book. She scanned hungrily through the printed words, as if reading them for the first time again.

Her leg was bent to her chest, resting on the surface of the balcony’s balustrade while the other swung numbly over the edge, completely uncaring of the long distance down to the ground. No need to worry when she knew she’d always land on her feet.

Katherina's head snapped up, feeling the energy shift in the air. A shiver crawled down her spine, raking each vertebra as it descended.

A whoosh followed by a thud from behind her made her sigh. If not for the electrical impulses traveling lightning-fast through her nerves, quicking her reflexes, she definitely would have jumped. The loose-spined book in her grasp fell shut easily while she swiveled in her seat, facing the New York City skyline completely and letting both her feet dangle off the edge.

“You’re what, now?” A deep voice called out. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

Katherina closed her eyes, pressing them tightly shut as she was once again painfully reminded of her fate. She smiled bitterly and whispered, “I found out this morning.”

“What?” He replied dumbly.

Katherina took a deep breath, her throat burning with suppressed emotion. Pushing down the anger flaring up in her chest, she turned around and finally met John’s perplexed gaze. “Stillwell called me into her office this morning. Thought she’d pitch a rebranding of that fucking lingerie line again or some stupid shit like that. Imagine my surprise.”

“This has to be some kind of mistake,” He said definitively, shaking his head as if he had any say in the matter. Oh, John. Even after all these years, you still haven’t learned your place. Katherina used her cat-like agility to slide elegantly off the balustrade and moved to slip past the man. A tight grip on her upper arm made her tense, claws threatening to come out. “You promised me, Kat. Don’t you remember? You promised me that you’d always have my back.”

The chemical plant’s remains surrounded him, still steaming. The scent of blood and smoke clinging to his nostrils was nearly suffocating. John narrowed his telescopic gaze on the woman desperately crawling towards the flashing red and blue lights in the distance.

Slicking back his stained golden hair, he turned and readied his laser gaze. A sudden shadow looming over the woman made him stop short.

He watched as Noir helped her to her feet, meeting the fuming look in John’s red eyes with silence.

The glow in them suddenly dissipated as John watched him take the woman’s head in his hands and snap her neck, letting her body limply fall off to the side.

John furrowed his brows. Noir approached him with his arms raised apprehensively. He felt his confusion grow when the masked man in front of him suddenly froze.

“A little trust goes a long way, John.” The young man’s eyes widened, taken back by the appearance of the familiar hero. She dropped down from her perch where she had been quietly observing their interaction and sauntered over to the men.

John tilted his head, watching her intensely as she gingerly moved past the two before disappearing around the corner. His eyes widened again once he saw with his x-ray vision what she was hiding.

The cowering man yelped as she kicked him into view.

“We’re a team now,” She trailed off, gently taking the man by the chin, ignoring his pleas. Her claws made a quiet ringing sound as they unsheathed, the razor-sharp, metal-plated nails growing on command in the blink of an eye. She positioned them on either side of his head, lightly digging into his scalp before raising her head and meeting John’s entranced gaze. “I’ve got your back, John.” A crack entered the air, the man’s body going limp in her grasp. “Always.”

“Of course I remember. This is Stillwell, not me.” She hissed, her faded Brooklyn accent reserved exclusively for off-camera getting thicker as her blood began to boil. Katherina tore her arm away from his hold before stepping back into the warmth of her den.

As detached as she felt from the luxuries that Vought provided, knowing it all came with a cost, the opulent two-story penthouse had become somewhat of a safe haven for her over the years. A sanctuary free from the cameras and the deceit, even if for a few moments.

“I’ll talk to Madelyn and sort this out,” The man followed her inside, the vibrant color of his spandex suit a stark contrast to the dark minimalistic interior design of her home. “I’ll find a way, Kat. I promise.”

That’s what I’m worried about.

Katherina sat crouched in the cramped space, gazing down at the conference room through the slats in the ceiling vent’s metal grate. Simply watching.

She was too light on her feet for any of the Seven to detect her presence, but based on the glances she saw Noir keep throwing up at the ceiling, she knew he had his suspicions. Katherina inwardly sighed.

“Beginning to wonder if you'd even show up. I mean, all that pressure, it's a lot for anyone to swallow." She heard the Deep say, smugness tainting his words of concern. Her brows furrowed, carefully observing the man. Her vibrant emerald eyes narrowed as she saw his features light up with amusement before they widened with realization. That motherfucker.

“Yeah. Don't worry, I'll be fine. I'm here. And I'm not going anywhere. ” Her replacement—Starlight—replied. Katherina rose a perfectly-manicured brow, her intrigue spiking. The new model had a backbone, who would’ve thought? She supposes there was some strange comfort in the fact that her place wasn’t being taken by a complete pushover.

“Can we get back to this, please? This is a serious crime. These assholes pirated my movie three weeks before release...” Without fail, Katherina began to zone out as she always did when Translucent started talking. The woman elected to shift her focus elsewhere, like at the man seated at the head of the v-shaped table, who was being unusually quiet.

A spike in her nerves made her lean back and curl into herself, just as he turned his attention up at the ceiling. She heard him sigh, as if disappointed to find the space empty. She silently thanked the ingenuity of the zinc lining her suit.

“What the fuck? You got four points?” A-train exclaimed, bringing Katherina’s focus back on the conversation.

“And clearly better lawyers…” Maeve interjected before taking a swig of her drink, making the corner of Katherina’s mouth twitch up in amusement.

When her vision suddenly blurred, Katherina leaned back again, sitting on her heels as she blinked away the moisture gathering in her eyes. Fuck.

She’d miss the stupid fucking banter. She’d miss the exhilaration of riling up a crowd with just her presence. She’d miss the sidelong glances filled with yearning exchanged between her and Earving during the drawn-out team meetings.

Vought had taken so much already. Made her live her life under a microscope and threatening her with more pain and more suffering if she didn’t ‘behave’. Play the part of the brainless sex kitten of the Seven but be ready to bring out the claws when it was expected.

How much had they given, but taken even more in return?

She didn’t stay until the end of the meeting.

…

Landing on the polished marble floor in the barren hallway, Katherina brushed the coat of dust off her hands and knees before beginning the short trek to Madelyn’s office.

The click of her heeled feet echoed around the hallway, the woman quickly slipping into her professional persona as continuing walking, greeting every faceless person she passed with her signature smile.

“Have a nice evening, Felina.”

“Good afternoon, Felina.”

“What’s up, Felina?”

Felina. Felina. Felina.

Jesus Christ, it’s a wonder how she made it so far without snapping at one of the members of Vought staff equally as fake as her. Katherina narrowed her almond-shaped eyes in a half-hearted attempt to hide her disdain.

The hair on the back of her neck suddenly stood on end as she sensed a presence on her tail. Katherina’s gaze hardened, mind now on the alert.

Turning the corner, Katherina made sure the coast was clear before leaping up, balancing herself over the hallway. The surface of the ceiling dug in around the tips of her sheathed claws. She quietly waited for the presence to follow after her and reveal themselves.

A darkly-costumed man soon came into view. Katherina pressed her eyes shut for a moment and allowed herself to slip down, landing without a sound on the tips of her feet behind him. The faint sound of her heels relaxing against the floor as she leaned back on them made the man pause, turning his head in the direction of the sound. “Noir.”

She saw him freeze. Katherina took a tentative step forward, taking him in as he shifted his body completely to face her. He tilted his head to the side, an unspoken question.

“Stillwell’s orders. Speaking of which, I’ve got somewhere to be,” She answered dismissively, holding her breath as neared her old ‘friend’. She felt the ghost of a hand on her shoulder, gently halting her step. Katherina shook her head, dropping her voice to a whisper. “I’m sorry, Earving.”

He felt his throat tighten, wanting so desperately to talk to her. Beg her to stay. To not retreat into herself. He couldn’t lose her. Not her. Not again.

She gently removed his hand and took it into her own, drawing imaginary patterns into the plates on his gloves before letting it fall to his side.

“I’m sorry.”

That fucking bitch.

The meeting with Madelyn hadn’t gone at all how she anticipated. John had made good on his promise, so now she had to stick around and babysit the girl taking her place too.

Katherina finally pulled on her black satin slip, taking care to not smudge the lotion freshly applied on her thick skin. The bright glare of her vanity lights made her expression fall as she ran her eyes over her creamy complexion. Focusing on the scars disfiguring her plump face. She sighed.

“Just to help Starlight get acclimated. We want to make the transition as smooth as possible." The older woman had said, the smile on her lips widening at the fire building in Katherina’s eyes. Why not start by giving me a little time to prepare then?

She finished her nightly routine almost robotically before slipping into the safety of her bed. Her eyes fell shut as soon as she made contact with the smooth texture of the silk covers.

To Be Continued...

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