#chris’s baby voice is one of my favourite things on this earth

[sturnioloho]

chris n his baby voice

[thebestbooksaround]

Can you suggest some of your favourite buck breakdown fics?

Ooooo, yes of course!

Tick Tick Boom by ChasetheWindTouchtheSky (@chase-the-windandtouch-the-sky)

30k | Teen

“Did you know if you put a frog in water and slowly bring it to boiling, it won’t hop out?” Chris is chattering as Buck makes a quick dinner while Eddie argues with his gas company on the phone. He can hear the occasional swear word in Spanish as his voice raises. Eddie doesn’t like to raise his voice around Christopher – the very thought makes Buck want to kiss him full on the mouth – so he decided to take it to the living room while Chris sits with his homework in the kitchen and Buck cooks.

“Hmm?” Buck asks, unable to fully pull himself out of Bobby’s baked mac and cheese recipe. It took him years, but he finally convinced the man to write it down. Bobby’s handwriting was juvenile at best on a good day, but this was nearly unreadable. Buck wonders if he did that on purpose. “Frogs?”

“Yeah!” Chris states. “My teacher said that if you put a frog in a pot, you have to make sure it’s not immediately boiling. You put them in water and then slowly raise the temperature and they won’t realize what’s happening. Then once they realize, they have no place to go. They can’t jump out.”

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S6 Spec: Buck decides he doesn’t need therapy, reverts to some bad habits, and explodes. Or, the Breakdown Fic

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bro·ken by kristen999 (@thekristen999)

32k | Mature

bro·ken

adjective

1. having been fractured or damaged and no longer in one piece or in working order.

2. having given up all hope; despairing.

Forced to take shady side jobs to pay his bills, Evan Buckley doesn’t think he’s ever seen such rock bottom. Until he meets Eddie Diaz, a man even more desperate and alone. Season 3 AU

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crashing, i'm crashing right into you by himbobuckley (@bumble-of-the-bee)

6k | Teen

Buck gets an unfortunate call while driving and spirals before getting hit by a drunk driver. Surprise, coma!buck is real and can hear the things people (Eddie and Maddie) say while he's unconscious. Follows the struggles Buck deals with while trying to come back and the ones he has to face if he does.

6.07 spec, so the sperm donor issue is a Thing.

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shelter my eyes from the sun (and wait for the birds to fly by) by lizzybizzyzzz (@lizzybizzyzzz)

25k | Mature

There’s always been a lingering precedent- Buck was born to save, born to die trying to at the very least. Buck couldn’t save Daniel, could barely save Chris, dragged Eddie across hot pavement under a burning fire truck, couldn't save his sister or his parents from the lifelong heartbreak of losing a child.

Buck was born to save. He’s just not too good at much else.

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blue skies by spaceprincessem (@spaceprincessem)

36k | Teen

“Most babies are born as accidents,” She says suddenly, like she’s decided that Buck has passed, that she can trust him with this.

Buck doesn’t really have an answer because that question hits way to fucking close to home. A year or so ago he would have said, yes, I was an accident, so I know how that goes, but Buck knows better now. Knows that he would almost give anything for that answer to still be yes. Evie’s finger works under the seal to rip it open, a stack of important looking papers dumping out onto the table in front of her.

“Not me,” she says without looking up as she organizes them into a neat stack, “I was engineered.”

And.

And Buck’s pretty fucking sure a giant, cataclysmic hole has ripped right open, dragging him down to the earth’s core where he vaporizes into dust.

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a leaf falls on loneliness by iimpossible_things

11k | Not Rated

Buck doesn’t think that if he were to say, “I’m in a bad place”, that anyone would turn him away. Really, he doesn’t. The 118 has too many good, kind people for that.

But every time he wants to open his mouth, to say something, to reach out to Eddie or Bobby or Hen or Chim, he hears Eddie yelling, “you’re exhausting.”

—you’re exhausting, you’re exhausting, you’re exhausting—

So each day he does his job and he laughs and he jokes and he pretends he’s the care-free goofball he’s always been. And each day he packs away his bruises and his worries, takes them home to his empty loft with its quiet rooms, and licks his wounds in silence

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this is me trying (at least i'm trying) by screaminghalfpastmidnight (@screaminghalfpastmidnight)

15k | Teen

Buck nods against his pillow, remaining silent before Eddie whispers, “Do I have to be worried about you?”

“No.” Buck mumbles. “I’ll be back at work on Thursday. I just needed a day.”

“Do you promise?” Eddie says, and Buck knows he’s not referring to his comment about work.

“Promise.” You don’t have to be worried about me.

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burn the straw house down by rarakiplin (@hoediaz)

40k | Mature

“Why the fuck are you even in this loop? This day isn’t about you.”

“Well, I die,” Eddie comments idly, not sounding as offended as he maybe should be. “Haven’t you heard? I’m always dying.”

“That’s not funny.”

Eddie shrugs, not really agreeing or disagreeing. It’s a few seconds before he says, eyes still closed, “Maybe I’m here so you’re not alone.”

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or, buck gets stuck in time, has a break down and then, relatedly, a break through

[thedamageofherdays]

I read a variety of Evanstan and Stucky fics this week and revisited some old favourites. A good reading week I would say :)

Favourites are marked with a 🌻

Won't you tell me (you're scared too) by hellobeautworld @hellobeautworld [Evanstan, 6k words, Teen]

Before his brain – or his heart, in fear of it being its last living hours, Chris isn’t exactly sure which one is in charge right now – can talk him out of it, he speed-dials the most intimidating phone number he has ever set eyes on. And he had to make a lot of terrifying phone calls to a lot of terrifying people. It rings three, four times, until that familiar, always a bit hesitant, but yet so easily excitable, voice comes on.

“Hey, Chris, how are ya?"

Chris takes a very deep breath to keep from blurting out the truth. That he is so damn scared of what he’s about to do that he just wants to run away. Straight into those now a bit less heavily muscled arms, if possible.

nostalgia isn't forever by wintersoldier1989 @wintersoldier1989 [Evanstan, 904 words, Explicit]

This ficlet was inspired by a tumble prompt.

"I wish you would write a fic where… Seb comes home a day earlier than expected from filming and catches Chris watching Political Animals and feels all soft until he realizes he's got a hand showed down his pants in between all the blankets... now he either is very flattered and goes to say hello on his knees or he's a bit :( cause "so you like young me better than this old thing? *pouts*".. either way Chris is mortified at getting caught and red all down his chest :)"

The smirk on Seb’s face when he realizes what’s going on. 😏

Chris would blush furiously, that pale Irish skin turning a bright shade of red from lust and a hint of embarrassment at being caught with his hand in his pants with this particular ahem viewing material. It’s no surprise that both of them have aged over the course of their 10+ year relationship. And as much as Chris loves the grey in Seb’s beard these days, he’s always had a soft spot for his boyfriend’s baby face. It takes him back in time, reminding him of all the longing heated glances, fumbling hands and nervous butterflies.

Closer by musette22 @musette22 [Evanstan, 5k words, Teen]

The relief that floods Sebastian at seeing Chris alive and well is intense, lifting some of that debilitating weight that’s been pressing down on his chest all evening, but it’s short lived. Because Chris looks... Well, he looks unfairly gorgeous as always, with his beard and his soft, cerulean eyes, but he also looks nervous and just a little bit shifty.

The feeling of unease grows when Chris shoots him a smile that’s tense around the edges and says, “Hey, Seb. Can we talk for a moment?”

Sebastian’s stomach drops, a physical sensation that makes him suddenly grateful he hasn’t had any food all day. He swallows through a tight throat, then takes a step aside and gestures for Chris to come in. “Sure,” he says hoarsely. “What’s up?”

Chris smiles at him again, and wow, yeah, he’s definitely nervous.

“Sit down for a minute, okay?” Chris orders gently, taking a step closer, and Sebastian closes his eyes. This is it.

🌻 Soul Searching by musette22 [Evanstan, 20k words, Explicit]

So?” Scott asks after a while. “You wanna tell me how you’re really doing?”

A little hesitantly, Chris says, “I don’t know what to tell you that you don’t already know.”

“Sure you do,” Scott says easily. “How ‘bout you start with telling me why you were going around telling everyone you were going to take a break from acting, only to then sign up to two big new projects in the past month or so?”

Chris picks at the label of his beer bottle, looking a little sheepish. “Ah,” he says. “I was kinda hoping everyone’d forgotten about that.” He sighs, dragging a hand over his face. “I mean, I was honestly planning on taking a break, but then I had a couple of weeks off and I just- I just realized I would have all this free time on my hands and no one to spend it with, you know?”

There it is, Scott thinks.

🌻 I've done some things that I shouldn't have done (but I haven't stopped loving you once) by musette22 [Evanstan, 59k words, Explicit]

After the release of Infinity War, Chris and Sebastian each take some time off to recharge. Chris is staying in Scarlett’s lake cabin on his own and invites Sebastian up to come and spend some time with him. Due to busy work schedules and a number of other, more personal reasons, Chris and Seb haven't been as close lately, something which neither of them are very happy about. This mini-vacation presents a chance for them to revive their friendship and maybe (definitely) explore if there might be something more. Over the course of a week, and with a little help from meddling friends and co-stars, the boys learn to build bridges, to be vulnerable and take chances, and to stop letting fear rule their lives.

Angel in an Ambulance by deucalionsvision [Stucky, 1k words, Teen]

Bucky twists his ankle while drunk, and his flirting greatly impedes the hot paramedic's ability to examine him. Said paramedic doesn't really mind.

🌻 Rites of the Wild by dreamsinthewitchouse @dreamsinthewitchouse [Stucky, 2k words, Mature]

When they move, it’s into Steve’s direction, and two things become clear at once.

One, the person has only one arm. Two, they’re covered in blood.

OR:

Steve is a nature photographer in an unfamiliar forest. Bucky is a maenad who saves Steve from their bloodthirsty siblings.

Fic & moodboard for Stucky Week 2021, Day 5: Alternate Universe

🌻 pillow feathers by wearing_tearing [Stucky, 2k words, Mature]

“Steve,” Bucky whispers, trying to tug at one of the blankets wrapped around him.

Steve snuffles and scowls in his sleep, bringing his legs up to his chest and effectively stopping Bucky from tugging anything. He also rubs his face against Bucky’s pillow, making a little soft sound in the back of his throat.

“Fuck, but you’re cute,” Bucky murmurs, lips twitching.

🌻 odd ways by peterbparker [Stucky, 2k words, Teen]

“And it would have been an amazing night with my son if he wasn’t distracted by the hot guy on the other side of the room,” Sarah sighed, shaking her head. “He’s been looking over at you for the past fifteen minutes.”

Bucky choked on the mouthful of beer he had just taken. 

“What?” he croaked. Things were starting to make a little more sense now. 

“Right?” Sarah said, waving her hand towards her son. “He completely ignored my garden stories because he’s been making eyes at you so I decided to come over and introduce myself.”

or; Sarah Rogers being a nosey mother, Steve Rogers blushing a lot and wishing the earth would swallow him whole, and Bucky Barnes being confused and amused for 2000 words

[fanficshiddles]

Butterfly Into Chains, Chapter 12

Esme was quiet during breakfast, after the realisation that she really wouldn’t ever be going back to her hometown, even to visit, she was feeling a little down. Even though she tried to think on the bright side.

‘What’s your absolute favourite meal?’ Chris asked Esme while they ate.

‘Uhmm… I guess it would have to be pasta. I just love any kind, especially a tomato kind though. I’d thrive in Italy.’

‘Mmm, pasta, pizza, ice cream. Sounds like my ideal place, too.’ Ben agreed.

‘Anywhere with food is your ideal place.’ Michael jabbed at him.

‘Oi!’ Ben huffed, while Esme giggled.

‘What about curries, do you like hot food?’ Chris asked.

‘I love hot curries!’

‘Good to hear. I make a mean Jalfrezi, it’s to die for.’ Chris boasted proudly.

‘Yeah, it’s certainly mean as it kills your ass afterwards!’ Said David.

Ben almost choked on his orange juice from laughing. Esme put her hand over her mouth as she laughed too.

Michael and David then started singing the ring of fire, earning hard glares from Chris.

‘Yet you still eat it!’ He grumbled.

‘Yeah, it is yummy. Just lethal.’ Ben grinned and looked at Esme, winking at her.

Conversation was much and such the same, Esme had forgotten all about her conversation with Tom in the bath earlier and was feeling happier again, relaxing... But it didn’t last long.

‘There are a few things we need to discuss with you, love. And it’s a time for you to ask any questions you may have, too.’ Tom said after they all finished their breakfast.

Esme looked terrified at that. Wondering what on earth they would have to discuss with her. He sounded so strict, too. Not at all like the other four during breakfast, being funny and chatting away nicely.

David put his hand on her arm and gave her a reassuring squeeze. ‘Don’t look so worried, Esme.’

‘The rules of the house are simple, love. You do as we say, to keep you safe and healthy. If you want to go somewhere, you will have one of us with you at all times.’ Tom explained.

‘So… I can’t go out-with the boundary alone? To the village or beach?’ She asked, slightly sad at the thought. She was so used to having her own freedom, to being rather independent.

‘No.’ Tom said sternly.

Chris continued. ‘It’s not safe, an omega being out alone. Especially one as pretty as you. But we will take you to the village or beach whenever you like, you just ask. Besides, it’s too far to walk and too dangerous going down the cliffside so one of us will need to drive you.’

That’s maybe not so bad. Esme thought. They were just looking out for her wellbeing.

Ben chimed in. ‘There’s a bigger town about an hour away, it has a cinema, theatre, music venue, small shopping centre, we will take you there for trips out, too.’

Esme smiled. ‘That sounds good.’

‘During your heat, you will not leave the premises, at all. Under any circumstance.’ Tom said, his tone leaving no room at all for any kind of arguments.

‘Ok… Makes sense. And at least that won’t be for another few years anyway.’ Esme said, nodding.

‘Not exactly. We are going to be giving you injections, one that will speed up your fertility. So you will come into heat within the month.’ Tom said far too calmly.

Esme’s eyes widened. ‘Wh… what? Why? No!’ She panicked and stood up quickly, but David grabbed her wrist and tugged her onto his lap. She struggled and tried to get up again, but David wouldn’t let her.

‘Shhh, shhh. Calm down, poppet.’ He held her still with an arm around her middle and he stroked her hair with the other to try and help calm her.

Part of her did calm down, being on one of her Alphas laps and being told to calm down. It was natural for her to do so. Even if her mind wasn’t completely on board.

‘You’re an omega, we are Alphas. It’s in our nature to want to breed you, to have babies.’ Tom said as if stating the obvious.

‘But… why can’t we just wait till I’m older and due my heat naturally? I’m not ready for a baby!’ She felt panicky, like she was going to pass out.

‘You won’t need to worry about that. We will be doing what is natural to our species. Just, speeding up the process a little.’ Tom smiled and stood, he walked around the table and leaned over, gently holding her chin he brushed his thumb up across her cheek. ‘In around five months’ time, you will be birthing one of our children.’

Her breathing quickened, Tom could see the clear panic in her eyes. He kissed her forehead. ‘Easy, love. Don’t panic, there is absolutely nothing to worry about. You want to make your Alphas proud, don’t you?��

She tried to calm down as tears rolled down her cheeks. She nodded, not able to find her voice. The thought of making her Alphas upset did make her feel sick, she didn’t want to do that.

‘That’s our girl.’ Tom smiled. He crouched down on front of her, rubbing her knees while David still kept a tight hold of her. ‘That’s why we don’t want you working, as you will soon be pregnant. So you’ll need to save your energy. And of course, we all still have needs that will need to be seen to. But we aren’t rabbits, as I said before, we won’t be on you every single second.’

‘As delightful as that would be.’ Michael purred from the other side of the table, making Chris chuckle.

‘We all have jobs to go to during the week, at different times. But there will always be one of us around to look after you.’ Tom smiled.

Esme could barely take anything else in. The thought that she was going to be impregnated soon was all she could think about.

‘Can… Can I get some fresh air?’ She asked shakily.

‘Of course.’ Tom nodded and stood up, stepping out of the way.

David released her and she slipped off his lap. She made her way to the door as quickly as possible, as soon as she got outside, she gulped down the fresh air and leaned against the hand rail that was by the front door. She gripped it hard, trying to focus on the cool steel and the wind on her face.

‘Calm down, Esme. It’s ok. You’re an omega. You were always going to be having a baby, it makes sense now you’re with Alphas.’ She said to herself and bent over, head between her arms.

Tom and Michael looked out the window and watched as Esme took a walk around the large garden. She stopped for a while at the far side of the garden, at the cliff edge side. She was leaning against the tall stone wall, listening to the sound of the waves crashing against the shore.

‘Maybe we should take her to the beach this afternoon, help settle her mind.’ Michael suggested.

‘Good idea. David and I need to go into the office, but the rest of you can take her.’ Tom nodded.

‘Do you think she might be a flight risk?’ Michael asked.

Tom scrunched his nose up and then shook his head. ‘Nah. She’s a good girl, she will do whatever we tell her to. Especially once she learns there are rewards for good behaviour and consequences for naughty behaviour.’

[that-shamrock-vibe]

Movie Review: Sonic the Hedgehog (Spoilers)

Spoiler Warning: I am posting this review the day the movie is first released in the U.K, so if you haven’t yet seen the movie do not read on until you have.

General Reaction:

It's difficult with today's movie going audience to predict how movies like Sonic are going to perform and be received. Especially when the ad campaign did absolutely no favours for this movie other than convince Paramount that Sonic needed a more truthful redesign than what they originally put out.

Here's the thing. Sonic the Hedgehog to me is trying to be 2020's Detective Pikachu capitalising on that nostalgia of a beloved classic franchise.

However, I do feel that the haters and internet trolls out there are not going to be able to get past the comparisons this movie draws to 2011's Hop, which was a live-action/CGI-hybrid movie starring James Marsden who becomes the companion of a somewhat overbearing CG creature.

But, I encourage all movie goers, including the haters, to go into this with an open mind...particularly if you have any history with Sonic because you will get some enjoyment and walk away afterwards feeling happy overall.

My personal history with Sonic is slightly less-so than I would like. I played the original 2 SEGA games countless times and did watch some episodes of the earlier animated shows.

Having said that, my main Sonic fandom actually comes from the mid-noughties series Sonic X, which I feel this movie could have adapted but alas. Also I played the Shadow the Hedgehog spinoff game and more recently Smash Bros where I actually won as Sonic recently.

Now this movie reminds me of those shows and games practically in no way. I mean there is that opening sequence where you see Sonic running around and looping like he does in the SEGA games, I do also feel like James Marsden's character could easily be an older version of Chris, the boy from Sonic X, but aside from that, the gold rings and Robotnik...there's not a lot for the Sonic fans to spot.

I can't say this is a perfect movie, because it really is not. There are a lot of super speed gags and some of them do stick but some just fall flat and at times feel repetitive.

The worst crime this movie commits in my opinion is stealing Quicksilver's gimmick of speed scenes. By which I mean there are not one but two occasions when time is slowed down to almost a halt and we see Sonic running around still. They even have songs specific for these scenes.

Also, because I'm not fully aware of every Sonic incarnation, I did not understand why Sonic is effectively The Flash with being able to generate lightning. I mean I understand the laws of physics of generating enough friction can create static but I have never known Sonic to have any electric attacks.

I did like how the static electricity was preserved in his quills when they fell off though. In animation and the games you don’t think about Sonic’s realistic hedgehog qualities such as having quills so it was a nice touch.

I am also aware that Sonic has turned Super Saigen before with the help of the Chaos Emeralds I believe, so the fact we see a similar transformation here is quite good to see for that reason.

In terms of story I do think this is a simple plot that has been done numerous times, Hop is definitely one example that comes to mind, but I feel it’s also a very accessible story for non-Sonic fans.

I don’t know if Longclaw the Owl is an original character or one from Sonic mythology but I did not really vest much interest in her. Baby Sonic I thought was cute, but I refuse to accept anyone saying he is cuter than Baby Yoda as no one is cuter than Baby Yoda.

On the subject of age, it was good to see them acknowledging Sonic’s age for a change as opposed to just presuming because up until now I did always think he was some sort of teenager but this confirms it. If Baby Sonic is around 5-9 years old then Sonic in present day is late teens which makes sense with his temperament.

The gold rings being used as teleportation devices, I don’t know if they’re meant to be in the games but loved their use here.

I enjoyed the use of technology in this movie and particularly Robotnik’s commentary on how technology is more reliable than people which ties into his ultimate fate of being stranded alone without another soul on the planet he is sent to which forces him further into insanity.

The fact Sonic’s story is about fitting into society while James Marsden’s character is about figuring out what’s right in front of him are great parallels and do balance each other out rather well.

Also where he ends up with effectively being part of a family as well as a town hero was a nice way to wrap things up.

However, that mid-credits scene showing the arrival of Sonic’s faithful protege Tails to the real world looking for his friend screams for a sequel, especially if this means that more of Sonic’s companions could be introduced in the future like Knuckles, Shadow or even Rouge the Bat.

Characters:

Dr. Robotnik:

I don’t want to say he is the best character because I feel all four of the main cast members do a great job, but my favourite definitely is Jim Carrey as Robotnik. This is Carrey back on form and there were so many great shades of back when he was at the top of his game in the 90s with work such as Ace Ventura, The Mask and The Grinch.

From his first scene he stole every scene he was in. You could tell that he was taking the role seriously while also having the time of his life with it and this is why, back in the day, he was on such high form.

He may not have been the overweight bald megalomaniac, at least with the latter two not until the end of the movie, but he was the evil genius and mad scientist and almost every line he delivered he nailed.

I think “rockonnaissance” is going to be the new “joygasm” for him but it worked for The Riddler and it works for Robotnik.

I’m also happy he was nicknamed Eggman in the movie by Sonic because of the shape of his drones, I thought it was fitting. I can’t wait for Sonic to see the new bald version.

Sonic:

Yes Sonic is second but I said it before, there were times when he was overbearing.

Ben Schwartz by the way does a fantastic job voicing the character, I know he voices Dewey in the new Ducktales series and also for some reason voices BB-8 in the Star Wars sequel trilogy, but this is my favourite role of his voice is so realistic for a wide-eyed and somewhat innocent “alien” hedgehog.

I enjoyed how when he first came to Earth he was this urban legend around Green Hills who spent those 10 years people watching and either making up nicknames for the citizens while also longing to fit in with them but knowing not to.

Also the movie’s comedy was never as vulgar as Ryan Reynolds or immature as Russell Brand. I think they had one fart joke in the movie but the rest was generic comedy movie material which was hit and miss in comedy.

It was quite touching also that he was so protective of Green Hills and the status quo so much so that when Tom said he was planning on leaving to move to San Francisco, he was so offended and I thought it was going to be that trope of “Oh now they’re going to separate only to discover they need each other later” but instead it was a few digs and then they got over it.

I am so happy they did redesign the character because the movie’s original look for him was horrendous and did make Cats look reasonable whereas this is more like the Sonic everyone knows and I did not realise he didn’t have his traditional running shoes until Jojo, the niece of Tika Sumpter’s character, replaced them for him.

I will keep saying I want a sequel just because I am interested to see where Sonic’s story takes him next, especially with Tails now on Earth and the potentiality that others could join.

The Wachowskis

Again I thought James Marsden and Tika Sumpter did very pleasant jobs. This is my favourite James Marsden performance to date. Up until now his roles have been either corny or simply bland for me but here, yes there were a couple of dodgy jokes and moments but overall I thought Tom was a very likeable character and at the very least a driven character.

His wife Maddie, first of all props to the movie writers for having a mixed-race couple front and centre in the movie. But also, Maddie, who is also an accomplished career woman alongside her accomplished career husband, did not weigh Tom down or the story down as simply being “just the wife”.

I also enjoyed Maddie’s sister and niece, Jojo is quite cute and for the little screentime that she has does well with it for a child her age. While Natasha Rothwell continues to grow in my estimations after her fabulous turn in Love, Simon as the very sassy teacher.

Others:

As for the rest of the cast, this was a great who’s who for spotting the great jobbing actors as Lee Majdoub, Neal McDonough, Michael Hogan and Adam Pally all have minor supporting roles that do not go unnoticed.

Meanwhile Colleen Villard (née O'Shaughnessey), who voices Tails in the video games as well as voicing Wasp in The Avengers: Earth’s Mightiest Heroes series and Sora in the Digimon franchise, reprises her role as the anthropomorphic fox in an uncredited mid-credits scene. I am hoping she returns for the sequel because it is good to hear her acting again.

Recommendation:

I do see a future for this movie in terms of a franchise. I do not quite see it crossing over with Detective Pikachu as I know there were rumblings of some sort of Super Smash Bros. movie cinematic universe.

However, if the movie does warrant a sequel, and with a current Rotten Tomatoes score of 64%, considering this seems to be a deciding factor for some cinema goers, I don’t see why not. I am hoping the future of this franchise does see the introductions of Knuckles, Shadow, Rouge and even Amy.

Potentially also spinning off from this franchise, there could be Donkey Kong, Mega Man and maybe even Mario to create that Super Smash Bros. universe.

Overall I rate the movie 8/10, it’s a great movie and definitely has some rewatchability to it.

Having said that I can see where some cinema snobs or even haters may come from as they inevitably target the movie but I encourage everyone not to be taken in by other people’s opinions, not even mine, make up your own minds and see it for yourself.

So that’s my review of Sonic the Hedgehog, what did you guys think? Post your comments and check out more Movie Reviews as well as other posts.

[5ammi90]

Spoilers ahead....

Rewatching series 1 of Doctor Who and can I just say I absolutely love Harriet Jones.

I completely forgot that the Doctor invited Mickey.

When you really pay attention you notice how many times they mention Bad Wolf.

I hate Adam, he’s a smug bastard who thinks he knows everything. I’m so glad he got dumped.

Father’s Day makes me so sad, I really feel for Rose. Honestly if looks could kill Rose would have dropped dead in an instant. I am almost in tears when Rose hugs her dad after he figures out who she is. I think this is the only time we see Chris without the leather jacket. I love the image of the tardis fading in, especially the gold shimmer effect. Dang it Rose he told you to not touch the baby, you had one job. It sucks because her dad would have stayed alive except Rose touched the baby and has doomed everyone. Oh Jackie, I give up on you. Oh wait it was Pete’s fault he gave her the baby. Bye tardis. Well I’m sad now, bye Pete wish we got you instead of the parallel world Pete. My heart hurts 😭😭😭.

Are you my mummy? It still freaks me out but yay Jack.

I love Boom Town when the three of them and Mickey get to have a nice lunch and tell stories and jokes. Then the end them repeating she’s an egg, for some reason it kills me. Bye Mickey well until the next episode.

Yay back to Satellite 5. Awww Linda with a y, she’s so cute. The weakest link scares me, the Anne-droid is super creepy. After seeing Jack in the RAF Coat him wearing stuff from top shop makes me laugh. Jack bouncing around in a tennis outfit kills me. Also I love how quickly he gets out and the fact that he was prepared with the laser gun. Doctor is like woo death, let’s do this. Dang it Doc you fixed something just for something else to mess it up. Like when you get rid of Harriet which allowed Harold to slip in. I love Jack so much, I wish we got to keep him as a companion. I feel like The Doctor gives himself to much credit, this outcome could have happened any way. Something else could have gotten rid of the news channels and replaced it with the games. So close but yet so far. Uh oh, look out for the oncoming storm, also Jack losing his mind even though they haven’t know each other that long. Jailbreak jailbreak. Run for your lives he has a gun, you are doomed. I swear series one was peak comedy, also I didn’t realise Jack had a tardis key. I feel bad for The Doctor because every time he thinks he’s gotten rid of the daleks they just come back like cockroaches. Also I love that The Doctor just straight up thought Jack had killed Lynda. Poor controller, her last few minutes were spent planning on how to destroy the daleks. Wow even Jack knows about the time war, I never noticed that before. Just him saying no sends shivers down my spine. I love Chris’ rants, his facial expressions and the tone of his voice is just perfect. Don’t get me wrong David has some good ranting moments but Chris has it down pat. I honestly wish we had him for more than one series but the bbc clearly couldn’t see the potential and didn’t care how he was treated. Yay for some reason the daleks have been religious. Chinwagging, I love that word. How on earth did the emperor actually surive, these daleks are insane. Chris actually portrays a man whose just been through a war very well, like you can believe that he’s lost everything just through facial expressions. These daleks can and will cut a bitch. When it’s the daleks he’s thrown right back to the war especially Chris’ Doctor because for him it just happened. It’s still an open wound for him. Jealous Rose is funny because we are about to have daleks coming at us from every angle this is not the time to be jealous. Also Jack is brilliant. He’s got more brains than he’s given credit for. Bye Jack can’t wait to see you in series three. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again I wish he became a full time companion. Bye Rose, don’t do anything stupid. Hey look Mickey, haven’t seen him in ages. I’d rather destroy the humans on earth than let any daleks escape, especially considering that colonies are already out there. I get really sad when Lynda is found because she was so cute and awkward. I love how The Doctor thinks the message of bad wolf is meant for him when really it’s there for Rose. Great idea Rose open the tardis and release the light that turned someone into an egg. The Anne-droid would have been useful if there were multiple droids and if it didn’t waste time saying it’s catchphrase. I mean it took out three of those things at once. Tardis isn’t gonna help you if you kick it. Is it bad that I was happy Rodrick died, does that make me a terrible person. I love Rose at this point were she’s tell Jackie about Pete because she’s in pain and because she’s hurting her mum but she has to because she knows Jackie won’t listen otherwise. Even though he might not see her for months Mickey still tries to help her no matter what. I mean even at this point he might never see her again. No Lynda 😢. I can’t believe they forgot about the giant window. The ending of this episode is one of my favourites because The Doctor finally has someone who understands what it’s like for him everyday but he has to lose that or Rose will die. As well as him having to basically kill him to save her. Also Rose is a BAMF right now. I’m still sour about Jack being left. I will never get over it. David is so cute.

This turned into a seriously long post. I apologise. I’m done I swear. Will rewatch series two some point next week.

[chrysolina]

Clinging to you

Asks - Hiii! How’re u? I was wondering if you could do an imagine where the reader is dating cevans, and over hears I’m saying that she’s too clingy and he might break up with her? Then she avoids him for days. And the reason she’s clingy is bc she thinks she’s going to lose him? But chris didn’t know that and realizes how much he misses and loves her? Love ur page btw seriously - anon

Hiii! Can you do a fic with cevans x girl reader. She overheard him saying that she’s too clingy and sometimes he just wants to be alone and is thinking abt breaking up w her and so she ignores him for days but he doesn’t know why but they get into a fight about it after ? Basically angst to fluff? -

Thank you both for this amazing ask!! Here it is, hope you enjoy 💕

Summary - Chris is getting tired - tired of your clinginess to him. So much so, he wants to end your five year relationship - but how can you with a massive obstacle soon to be in the way?

Word count - 2.6k

Warnings - angst, swearing, fluff, mention of sex

M A S T E R L I S T

Photoshoots, Chris hated them. As much as he was a kind soul and wasn’t one to complain, he wasn’t having any of it today. A humid, gripping air hung around LA the whole day and the studio was no different, the air-con was trying it’s best to cool everyone but with the recent heatwave that had just passed, it just wasn’t enough.

Ever since he was a baby, Chris never liked the heat - period - it still made him as cranky, snappy and generally frustrated at the most mundane or innocent of things even now, thirty six years later.

Through all the hair styling, outfit changes, prop swapping, flashes and clicks of the camera, he was continuously keeping his cool - until you, literally, stepped through the door of the studio. He didn’t understand why but as of late, you had been rather clingy with him - far too clingy, if Chris had further words for it.

He hadn’t dared to say it to you yet but your incessant clinginess only made him want to tear away from you and call it quits. He was a lone spirit, an independent one at that and he just couldn’t stand the cramped feeling you gave him whilst you were around him.

You smiled, waved and said hi to him whilst the hairdressers were sorting his hair, like most would, you expected him to smile back and either tell you to come see him or say hey back but no, Chris just glared daggers into you, making your happy go-lucky smile drop in an instant. You didn’t digress too much over it however, you shrugged it off and went off to the lunchtime buffet that had just opened on the other side of the studio.

After a while, things weren’t adding up. The head photographer had called it time for lunch just over twenty minutes ago and Chris hadn’t showed up. With a huff, you asked his and your manager if he knew where he went, to which he replied ‘I think he went to his dressing room darling’, you thanked him and paced quickly to Chris’ room.

Halfway through your walk, a god-awful gut feeling stabbed your insides like a katana ‘what if he doesn’t want to see me? What if he’s mad at me?’ You shrugged off the thoughts, clenched your now incredibly valuable handbag closer to you and kept walking.

The dressing rooms were deadly silent bar your heeled sandals clicking on the tiled floor, a cool air whipped past your neck and made you hold your body whilst it shivered. Although it was from afar, you could hear Chris’ voice bellow through his dressing room and seep out of the flimsy door and its gaps, making you puzzle at the anger in his voice.

You didn’t want to knock the door and ask how he was, as bad as it was you wanted to listen to what on Earth had got him so riled up and moreover, who he was talking to.

As best as you could, you stayed pressed against the wall next to his door and steadied your breathing so you could hear what he had to say. “You have no clue how fucking ridiculous she’s being right now man,” who was he on about? “She’s driving me fucking insane with her constant fucking neediness!” He wasn’t talking about you..was he?

“Chris I’m sure it’s just a phase,” you knew who’s voice that was on the speakerphone, Scott. “Y/N’s the best thing that’s ever happened to you. Believe me when I say that bro,” wait...was Chris venting about you? Neediness? Your head began to spin with all the accusations.

“More like the worst thing to happen to me.” You could almost visualise Chris’ face when he said that about you. Unbeknownst to you, tears began to cascade down your cheeks freely at the painful words that Chris kept spewing out about you. “She really does make me want to run to the fucking hills Scott.”

“You don’t mean that Chris.”

“The fuck I do, Y/N’s just become too much for me and I can’t stick it anymore...how much will mom and dad hate me if I came back home without Y/N?” No, he wasn’t thinking about this now, of all the times right now he was choosing to do this now?

Before you actually let out a sob, you bolted straight out of there and straight to the ladies toilets to basically bawl your eyes out. You sat on the toilet seat and looked at the pristine photo that sat in your bag, waiting to be shown to the world and more importantly, to Chris; you couldn’t bare to look at the image after hearing what he had to say about you - his fiancée, his supposed ‘rock’, his ‘everything�� - was it all a lie?

After a twenty minute cry alone in the full toilets, you cleaned yourself up, refreshed your makeup and wandered out to an awaiting Chris and your manager. To your disgust, Chris smiled at you like as if you had come back to life from the grave and went to go and hug you but you ducked away from him with a coldness you never thought you’d have.

“Right then Y/N, are you ready?” Your manger asked you kindly, you were to feature in the magazine shoot alongside Chris - due to your own stardom - in some very pleasing photos.

“Actually, can I reschedule it for another day?” You smiled sadly at him and watched out the corner of eye Chris’ brows furrowing in question.

“I think I must’ve eaten something disagreeable and I kinda threw up in the toilet just now,” you partly lied clean through your teeth and smiled weakly at your manager, your colourless parlour catching his eye.

He was the first to know about your recent stomach bug that had lingered in you for the longest while now and was quick to understand your position right now, being sick in this heat must be awful.

“Of course, how about I bargain for this Friday? It’ll give a bit of time then,” he smiled and ignored Chris head moving from you to his manager a flurried way. Three days to get well again and do the appropriate precautions, a squeeze but perfect.

“Wonderful, thank you so so much Charles.” You sighed, waved your goodbyes to everyone bar Chris and paced off to your car in the parking lot.

Without notice, a large hand caught your forearm and pulled you back a step of two. “Where’re you going Y/N/N?” Chris partially snapped at you and tried to look you deep in the eye but the facade you put on prevented him from doing so.

“I’m going home Chris,” You snapped and yanked your hand out of his vice-like grip with such a strength, it made him look twice. Chris panicked, he needed to talk to you and ask you where you were going.

As quick as he could, his hand caught yours and held you still. “Why? Y/N what’s going on?” Chris whined and pleaded to you like a child who wanted his favourite candy. You clicked your teeth and yanked your hand away again, this time taking a step away for precautions sake and kept your handbag close to you.

“Nothing that’d concerns you.” You snapped furiously and steamed away to your car around the back of the studio, your hand holding the side of your stomach protectively.

What a mess the supposed best day of your life had turned out to be.

-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-

Instead of holing yourself up for the rest of the afternoon and evening, you chose to be as productive as possible with your free time before Chris came back home to your shared LA home.

You out all your clothes in suit protectors int he wardrobe and kept everything neatly together in case the worst came to be tonight, you cleaned the house, baked a chocolate cake for all times sake, took Dodger for a walk around the local trail and emptied your valuables from your shared safe in your dresser.

By the time the photo shoot was finished and they were packing away, you were all set for the worst and was calmly watching the evening lights flicker in the distance, your feet dangling peacefully in the pool, Dodger laying next to you and your phone.

Like the devil’s calling, you could hear the said actor’s car pulling into the driveway, the engine stop and the door slam shut with a loud slam that jolted Dodger out of his dazed slumber. Before Dodger could get up and run to see Chris, he had already come through the door and likewise, slammed it shut with a fury that made you sick to stomach.

“Y’know you can sometimes be a real bitch Y/N Y/L/N!” Chris yelled and echoed through the entire house, his footing more like stomps as he neared your form by the pool. Dodger jumped out of the way and paced back in the house, as if he already knew to leave his parents alone.

“It’s part of my speciality.” You deadpanned and kept your head forward, refusing to look at Chris who stood beside you.

“Sixteen times Y/N, sixteen times I called and you never answered. Lord knows how many times I text you.” Chris ranted and raved and paced back and forth behind you. You didn’t budge though, you just stared off into the distance holding your tongue from saying something real bad.

“Look who’s being the clingy one now, Christopher.” You chided with a dead-like face and smiled internally once the pacing stopped and you could feel Chris’ eyes on your head. Chris’ heart dropped mike and miles at your words and immediately thought back to the heated conversation he had with Scott earlier.

He couldn’t articulate any words and only looked at you stunned. “No words now, hm? You seemed to have plenty earlier, didn’t you Christopher?” This time your urned to look him dead in the eye with a glare that could easily freeze over hell and its counterparts.

Slowly, you rose to your feet and stood only a few inches away from Chris’ sullen form, eyeing him up as of you were going to murder him.

‘How did you hear...” Chris trailed off and let his mouth go slack at the sight of you, red eyed and pale as a dead person - he did this to you, he knew it.

You scoffed at the Bostonian as if he had said something utterly ridiculous. “C’mon Chris, anyone at leat ten foot away could hear you slagging me off!” You snapped and pushed past him back into the house, your feet getting especially wet.

“I wasn’t slagging you off!” Chris suddenly shouted from the patio doors, making you stop dead in your tracks.

“Weren’t you? Cause it sure fucking sounded like that Chris.” You snapped him off again and began to walk to the staircase.

“I had every right to do so Y/N!” Chris’ voice echoed around the house and made you stop again, this time with tears rolling down your cheeks.

“You’ve been so clingy and up in my business lately, it’s driving me fucking insane. ‘Oh Chris help me here. Chris can I come with you here. Can I come with you there. Can you tell me this, that and the other. Come with me here Chris. Do this Chris. Do that Chris.’ Do you get what I’m saying Y/N?” Chris yelled at you shaking form and didn’t let up, not like he saw your shaking anyways.

“You’re clingy Y/N, admit you did wrong and apologise.” Chris demanded and it made your blood boil in rage. Apologise? Apologise for being unwell? Apologise for being pregnant with his child? Your stubbornness wouldn’t allow it.

Instead of doing the usuals yell at each other gimmick, you turned around and sulked towards him as if you were sorry, as if you had a lot to apologise for. Chris’ cold glare never left you whilst you stood before him, your eyes plastered to the floor. “Tomorrow is coming Y/N. Anything would do.”

Without any second thought, you stood straight and slapped him straight across the face, sending him stumbling back a step or two. “Give me a fucking break Evans! Five years we’ve been together and you were willing to throw it all under the bus and run away just because I’ve been a little clingy lately?” You screeched at him, not daring to hold back.

“I hope you’ve got a big heart because I’ve fucking over this bullshit. You wanna throw away us, fine but just remember, you’ll also be throwing away a possible son or daughter too.” Your voice broke into a sob near the end of your speech. You couldn’t stand it anymore, to stand here in his presence was making you feel light on your feet in the worst possible way.

You didn’t bother to look back at Chris and bolted for the stairs, cradling your small bump and holding your head in the process. Your ran to your once-shared bedroom and shut the door tight, your legs giving away and crumbling from beneath you once your back hit the thick wood.

It could’ve been minutes or hours later, you felt yourself being hoisted off the floor bridal style and placed gently on your bed. Your eyes fluttered at the sudden feeling of wet salty lips on your own, you didn’t know what to do; reciprocate the kiss or leave it?

Reciprocate or leave?

No matter how cumbersome his words were on your mind, Chris was your one love, your fiancé, your everything and you couldn’t imagine anyone else filling that role; ever.

Just before he was going to pull away, your smaller hands flew to his bearded cheeks and pulled him back down to kiss you like never before. It was a kiss that neither of you had ever shared before, it was so powerful, so loving and so apologetic you couldn’t help but allow Chris’ frame to slide in between your legs and his arms circle around you like a warm blanket.

Once you opened your eyes, you were met with the face of a scared, broken and elated Chris who looked like he had been slapped square in the face with - oh wait, he had.

You tentatively touched the bright red area and watched him wince at the touch, much to your horror. “What did I do to you..” you mumbled in a breath and rubbed his other cold, wet cheek with your thumb.

“No baby, what did I do to you?” Chris’ forehead leant against yours lovingly and stared into you Y/E/C eyes longingly.

“Where shall I start?” You tried to lighten the mood with your joke but it seemed to be taken the other way once Chris’ lips met yours again in a steamy, passionate kiss.

“Let me make it up to you Y/N...” Chris sighed into your mouth, hooked one of your legs around his hips and ground his forming erection softly against your core, giving you the precise idea he had.

“So long as you don’t go a-wall on us again, then yes. Love me, Chris.” You sighed at the motion down below and slowly under the belt of Chris’ jeans.

Tags - @patzammit

A/N: if anyone’s up for it, I’m thinking of doing a small smut following this watery ass ending lol. If anyone’s interested ofc * (:

*A/N: since school stuff has got mega crazy all of a sudden I may put a future smut off until I can get around to it!! So sorry everyone!! )):

[thisdiscontentedwinter]

Baby Daddy - Chapter 13

You can read it here on AO3 or find the Tumblr Chapter Index here. 

Laura blinks her eyes open in the gloom. Her arms and her shoulders hurt. It takes her a moment to realise she can’t move them. They’re chained above her, and her weight is hanging from them. She drags her feet along the floor—grit crunches under the soles of her shoes—and gets them under her. She moves her weight to her legs to ease the pain in her shoulders, and then shakes her aching head to try to shift the curtain of her hair hanging in front of her face.

“It’s always an abandoned industrial hellscape, isn’t it?” Peter asks in an acerbic tone from somewhere nearby. “Never a nice condo, or even someone’s garage. So predictable.”

Laura grunts, nowhere near alert enough to appreciate his sarcasm. Her sluggish brain is still trying to get a fix on what the fuck has happened. She turns her head and peers in his direction.

He’s hanging suspended in the same manner she is—arms wrenched up above him, and his ankles bound in a chain.

They’re in a…a meat locker? The room is dusty, and dark, and it’s not refrigerated now, but it’s clear that’s what it was used for once: there are hooks hanging from the ceiling and old stains on the floor.  

“I made the jump, Uncle Peter,” she murmurs, still not quite understanding how she came to be in this place. “Made it.”

“I know you did, Lulu.” His voice is strained. “I know you did.”

She remembers jumping.

She remembers a sudden burst of pain in her chest.

She remembers more pain after that—hot, acid, so bad it flared white against her vision—and someone laughing as they pressed burning ashes into the hole in her chest.

She drops her chin to her chest now, and sees the bloodied, tattered hole in her favourite t-shirt. The skin underneath it is unblemished though. She feels a little weak still, from her exposure to the wolfsbane, but she knows there’s none in her system still.

She was shot, but she’s been healed. And she knows it’s not a mercy.

She looks at Peter again. His sweater and his jeans are pocked with holes, stained with blood, but he’s not hurt anymore either.

“Why?” she asks.

Peter always knows how to follow the train of her thought. “I can only assume they want Derek too, and they know that if they break his pack bonds, he’ll realise we’re dead, and not come back looking for us.”

They don’t know he left, Laura thinks. They don’t know he ran. They think he’ll come searching for his pack like any beta would.

“Derek doesn’t even feel the pack bonds like I do.” Laura’s throat is dry.

“He should though,” Peter says. “A beta should.”

But then Derek’s been an omega in everything but name for so, so long, hasn’t he? For the first time since she faced up to how she’s failed him as an alpha, Laura almost feels glad. Because if Derek can’t feel the bonds the way he’s supposed to, then maybe he’ll just keep running.

Maybe Laura’s failure will save him.

***

It’s hours before anyone comes. Laura listens, and sometimes she can hear the faint sound of the hunters’ voices, muffled through distance and several heavy doors. She hears men talking, and one woman. It can only be Kate Argent.

Laura’s eyes sting with angry tears when she thinks of how this woman raped her little brother when he was just sixteen, and manipulated him into giving her the information she needed to murder their pack. She destroyed them. She burned them to the ground, and now she’s back to salt the earth.

Laura thinks of the tiny life growing inside her, little more than a hummingbird’s thrumming heartbeat at the moment, and of eyes that may never open. She wonders if her baby would have had the green eyes of a Hale, or Stiles’s long lashes and burnt-caramel gaze.

“Don’t you dare,” Peter murmurs. His expression sharpens as he turns his head to look at her. “I can smell your fear, and fear is a good thing, but only when you use it to fight, not to cringe. We’re still alive, and you’re still the alpha. Be afraid, but be angry too. Be angry to the fucking end, and take down as many of your enemies as you can.”

Laura swallows and nods.

***

Kate Argent is a smirk and a swagger and a sharp-eyed predator. She walks into the meat locker, her boot heels clicking on the concrete floor, and turns on the blazing lights. After hours in the gloom, Laura squints in the sudden brightness, but forces her chin up to meet Kate’s gaze.

Laura is the alpha.

There’s an old man with Kate, his white hair balding. He’s wearing Sears jeans and a windbreaker. He looks like someone’s harmless old grandpa, except Laura knows better than to mistake him as anything but dangerous. It’s Gerard Argent, Kate’s father, and very probably the architect of all Kate’s actions.

“Well,” the old man says in his scratchy voice. “Laura Hale.”

“Alpha Hale,” Laura corrects, and hears Peter’s low growl of approval.

Gerard chuckles.

Kate circles Laura. “Where’s Derek? Where’s that cute little brother of yours?”

Laura doesn’t miss the way Gerard’s mouth turns down in distaste at the reminder his daughter seduced a werewolf.

“Not here,” Laura says.

“Aw.” Kate pouts. “He’s missing all the fun!”

Peter’s chains rattle as he readjusts his position. “Don’t worry, Kate. If you’re still interested in werewolf dick, then I’ve got a nice big one you can choke on.”

Kate whirls on him, pulling a firearm from her thigh holster and jabbing it in his stomach.

Laura watches, breath catching in her throat.

Peter’s upper lip draws back in something that’s not quite a snarl, not like a smirk. He might be hanging chained and helpless, and completely at Kate Argent’s mercy, but he’s not cowed for a second. He’s too much of an asshole for that, and Laura thinks that she’s never loved him more fiercely.

“Though I understand if I’m not your type,” Peter says. “You prefer boys who aren’t old enough to vote, hmm?”

“Whatever it takes, dog,” Kate says, her eyes narrow.

Peter shrugs, and his smirk widens. “If we’re dogs, then you’re a dog-fucker.”

Gerard Argent growls, his face going red, and Kate looks at him quickly—a flash of something that’s almost insecurity passing over her features. A sore spot, an old point of contention between father and daughter, and Peter honed in on it immediately.

Because of course Gerard Argent is exactly the sort of bigot who thinks nothing of murdering entire werewolf packs, but heaven forbid his daughter spreads her legs for one of them.

Peter’s eyes flash blue as he leans closer to Kate. “Bitch. Dog-fucker bitch.”

Kate’s jaw clenches, and her grip tightens on the firearm pressed into his gut.

Peter lifts his chin, fearless, like he doesn’t even notice.

Laura knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s doing what he did back at the loft. He’s making himself a shield. He’s goading Kate, drawing her anger, in an attempt to protect his alpha, and to protect the cub she’s carrying. It will be a vain attempt in the end, Laura knows, but this is what he does. Her uncle and her left hand. This is who he is.

“Where’s Derek?” Kate demands, sliding the barrel of the firearm up to his sternum, and then back down to his abdomen again.

Peter’s smirk grows. “Not here, dog-fucker.”

“Well then,” Kate says. “I guess we really only need his alpha for bait, don’t we?”

She pulls the trigger.

***

Peter’s shirt is soaked in black blood. The wolfsbane is poisoning him, preventing his body from healing. Laura can imagine the black spider’s web of veins on his skin, and knows that when it reaches his heart he’ll die. Whatever strain of wolfsbane Kate used, it’s slow-acting.

That’s not a mercy, Laura knows, and it wasn’t intended as one.

Kate wants Peter to die slowly, and in pain.

His mind keeps racing, even as his body fails him.

“They’re waiting for Derek,” he murmurs. “That gives you time, Lulu. Maybe there’s an advantage there. Be angry. Remember to be angry.”

He shudders as the poison blackens his blood.

“I’m sorry. They were supposed to come after me. I have so many fucking trip wires in my apartment it’s like living in a cat’s cradle.”

Laura whispers to him that she loves him, that she doesn’t blame him. She’s not sure if he even registers the words.

“If the Argents have a weak link, it’s Christopher.” He draws a shaking breath. “He was always the only one of them who didn’t twist their code. He can’t know about this. He wouldn’t approve. It’s possible one of the other hunters knows him. If you get the chance to speak to one of them, ask them to contact Chris. Tell them you have information for Chris’s ears only.” He shivers, hands clenching and unclenching in the shackles above his head. “It’s a long shot, but maybe…”

“Maybe,” Laura whispers back, knowing that it won’t work, but also that Peter needs this. He needs to die hoping that he’s at least left her with a faint chance.

“Sow discord,” Peter says, his voice straining. “They hate us. Remind them what Kate did. How low she went in their eyes. Dirty dog-fucker. Make them spit on her reputation. Might not help you, but…”

But it might hurt Kate, some indistinct day in the future, and that might be the only consolation Laura gets in the end.

“If it comes to the worst…” Peter squeezes his eyes shut. “If it comes to the worst, Derek will be alpha. Away from here, and he can build a pack, and maybe it won’t be the end of all of us. Maybe one day there will be new Hale pups, hmm?”

“Yeah,” Laura says, tears sliding down her cheeks. What about herpup though? What about the tiny heartbeat inside her? Doesn’t it deserve a chance to live?

But this is what Peter needs. He needs that sliver of hope that, despite everything, the Hale pack might continue. Not the one they had, and not the one they were left with, but some nebulous concept of a future pack, with Derek as alpha, and Derek’s children. Laura can’t imagine it, and she doesn’t want to—not at the expense of her child—but she won’t steal that image from Peter if that’s all he’s clinging onto now.

“I taught you to run, Lulu, remember?” he asks, his voice cracking. “I taught you to run, even though you hated me for it.”

“I remember,” Laura whispers to him. “And I never hated you.”

Peter shudders, all the tendons in his neck tensing, and then slumps in his chains. His face is wet with tears. Tremors run through his body, and he makes small, hurt noises before he slips into silence for a long time.

Laura shifts her weight from foot to foot and tries to ease the pain in her shoulders. She wishes she was close enough to touch him, so that she had more than empty words to comfort him with. She wishes she could take his pain.

“I’m so sorry,” Peter whispers at last, and then, before Laura can answer, he says: “I’m so sorry, Talia.”

Laura’s heart clenches.

Peter turns his face to her, but she knows it’s not her she’s seeing.

Laura has failed as an alpha on so many levels, but here, in this moment, she can be the alpha Peter deserves. She can be Talia Hale.

“A left hand should never outlive their alpha. But, Talia, I just didn’t die.” His chest rises and falls heavily. “I wanted to, but I just didn’t die.”

“No,” Laura says, trying to keep her voice steady. “No, Peter, you stayed alive because you were still needed. Derek and Laura still needed you.”

“I’m so sorry, Talia.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” She blinks, and for a moment Peter vanishes behind a blurred screen of tears. “You are the best left hand an alpha could want. And you are the best brother a sister could ever hope for.”

“Talia…” Peter coughs, and a thin line of black fluid spills from the corner of his mouth. “I’m scared, Tally.”

“Don’t be scared, Peter,” Laura tells him. “I’m waiting for you. Everyone’s here waiting for you. You’ve been so strong, but you can rest now. You can let go whenever you want.”  

Peter nods, and his eyes flutter closed.

Laura watches him through her tears, listening to the erratic beat of his heart, and dreading the inevitable moment that she no longer hears it, and she’s left here all alone.

[dawnquafam]

My Button, my Bubba, my my Cutie... :)

Do you have a type? What is it like?

I love what I call “nerd muscles,” as in they looklike your average stick-thin nerds but the t-shirts hide some beautiful biceps and abs (examples: Tom Holland, Barry Allen, Valkyrie, HIGGINS FROM MAGNUM PI). Physique gods like Evans and Hemsworth are gorgeous, don’t get me wrong, but there’s just something about the thin muscles...

I also like the combo of dark hair and light (preferably blue) eyes, like Hela. (Eyes like Chris Pine and Hemsworth’s? Perfection.) I preferclean-shaven men with short hair, but for girls I’m all over the place in that area

Tell me a funny story from your childhood.

Baby gates. The bane of every toddler’s existence, cause who on earth wants to be confined to one room? Their removal is the best thing to ever happen. Right?

Picture little me, 2 years old. Supposedly my terrible twos phase. I just woke up from a nap. I toddle to the door and wait for a parental unit tonotice. Eventually, in my cute little nervous voice, I ask “Can I leave yet?”

But that’s sweet. Cute. So why is this funny, you might ask?

There was no baby gate.

The door was wide open. I could’ve walked right out. Anyone and anything could’ve walked right out of that room. But I just stood there. In theempty doorway. Waiting for my parents to let me out. Contained by nothing but empty air.

Repeatedly.

(A family friend thought this was hilarious. Loved that I was so well-behaved. Then, years down the line, he had a 2yo son who fully embraced the terrible twos phase. Itwas no longer amusing to him.)

What’s your favourite fairytale?

Idk, I’m not too much of a fairytale girl... Maybe Beauty and the Beast?

[darcyduncan-blog]

Someday you’ll look back & understand why it all happened the way it did.

CHALLENGE 7

[Hello! OKAY this fic is filled with different emotions, you’ll see when you decide to read this! Thanks to Chris @danielle-leblanc for everything and for my favourite rp ever and also for the goodbye rp! and of course thanks to Brianna @benjaminschreave for the rps and also for everything! Be aware this thing is long and probably filled with grammar/spelling/typing mistakes so you’ve got to ignore those! WARNING: cursing probably Enjoyyyyyyyy!]

I practically fly down the stairs. Today is the day!

Not a day went by that I didn’t think of my dad or Evan. They’re my everything and now they’re here.

And they’re standing right there.

And before I know it I’m in my dad’s arms.

“I missed you,” I mutter into his shirt.

Another pair of arms join the hug, “the house is so quiet without you,” Evan says.

We stay like that for what feels like hours.

“Darcy you look gorgeous,” my dad says as he spins me around.

“Yeah you clean up pretty well,” Evan says with a wink.

I smile at my dad before shooting my brother a deadly look, “maybe you should try it too then.”

“Oh,” I says with a smirk on my face, “look what I can do.”

I take a few steps away from them and then start walking.

“You can walk?” Evan says, “I think we already knew that, Darce.”

The smile isn’t leaving my face, “no look,” I lift the hem of my dress and show the heels I’m wearing.

My dad claps his hands, “wow look at you.” His eyes glint a little, “my baby girl.”

Evan puts his arm around my dad’s shoulder, god how much I’ve missed them.

I walk some more to show them that I’m actually capable of doing this. Thanks to Aran.

“Wow Darcy, so you can actually be like a girl.” Evan says, but it’s obvious that he’s impressed.

A third voice joins the conversation, “she’s practically a pro now.”

I lift my head and see a familiar head pop up behind my family. My face flushes a little, “I'm not actually, have you seen Danielle? She's the pro.”

I stop walking and introduce them to each other. “Dad, Evan, this is Ben. And Ben, this is my dad Patrick and this is my brother Evan.”

Ben shakes my dad’s hands first and then Evan’s, the smile not leaving his face. That damn smile. “Nice to meet the both of you, been looking forward to it.”

“Likewise, and I can see you've been treating my daughter pretty well.” My dad says, and it makes me smile.

“I’ve done my very best,” Ben chuckles, “you’ve obviously done the same for the past 19 years.”

I can tell my dad  appreciates the joke, he always does. “I see room for improvement.”

Evan leans in and whispers in my ear, “at least one child turned out perfectly fine.” I nudge him in the side. Hard. He winces a little, but tries not to show.

A short laugh comes out of Ben. “Well then I hope we’ve helped with those while she’s been here.”

My dad shortly glances over at me, “she's always been wonderful in my eyes, but now I feel like the whole world sees it too.” It’s weird to hear your dad say stuff like that, especially when you’re right there. I feel my face flush a little but the smile remains.

Ben nods once, “it’s been wonderful to get to know her while she’s been here.”

Now I’m definitely  going to interfere, “okaay, enough about me.” I nudge my brother in the side, this time softly, “Evan say something.”

I know Evan is not a fan of this direct approach, but I don’t know what else to say and he has been awfully quiet. Evan runs a hand through his hair, “uhhh I like your... outfit?”

Ben laughs as he tugs at his cuffs, “thank you. Highly uncomfortable but I suffer through it nonetheless.”

I don’t recognize my brother in this moment, and apparently my dad is confused as well.

Evan leans in to take a closer look I guess. “You look very hot, how many layers are you wearing?”

Did he just call Ben hot?

I know he meant temperature-wise, but this just sounded so weird. And he will not hear the end of this. Definitely not. I will remember him of this moment forever.

Ben doesn’t seem to mind, “three including the jacket. Tie doesn’t exactly help,” he smoothes it down with a sigh. “Still, today was a day to dress more formally so here I am.”

“Yeah I see, you look great though,” my brother says with a small uncomfortable smile on his face. I can’t stop myself from chuckling. I’ve never heard my brother say anything like that. To another guy.

I hear Ben laugh again, “appreciate the compliment. You’re looking sharp yourself.”

Evan mutters something that sounds like a thanks man.

“This is a weird situation isn't it? You're meeting the parents, times six.” I say to Ben.

“I’ve never been more nervous to meet a dad in my life, especially six.” He manages a chuckle as he rubs the back of his neck.

Aw poor boy. “But you're doing great,” I turn to my dad, “dad, how's Ben doing?”

My dad gets the hint, “you're doing wonderful, son.”

Ben lets out a small breath and straightens his posture. “That’s a relief, thank you.”

After Ben has left to the next parents, I chat some more to my family.

“Evan, you called him hot,” I tease him, “and you said he looked good.”

My brother brings his hand to his face, “Darcy seriously?”

I laugh, even my dad can’t seem to keep it in.

“You forced me to say something.”

“Son,” my dad says once he somewhat managed to contain his laughter, “you tried.”

“You could’ve talked about literally anything, but you decided to flirt with him.” I wink at him.

Evan’s face turns red, “I… I was not flirting with him.”

They’re calling us for dinner. I would lie if I say I wasn’t hungry.

Let’s be honest I’m always up for food.

I feel a gently nudge suddenly, “I did taste the cookies this time,” Danielle laughs softly.

“And weren't they like they best thing you've ever put in your mouth?” I say as I smile up at her.

There’s an amused look on her face, “... they were really good!” her voice then drops down into a whisper as she discreetly gestures to the gorgeous woman next to her, “I wish she was that good at baking.”

I see the woman raise an eyebrow, “what are you saying about me now?”

Danielle says, “um... Hey Darcy, this is ma mére, Corine LeBlanc.” Of course my goddess friend has an angelic looking mother. “and mére this is my friend Darcy...”

I smile at Danielle’s mom and shake her hand, “so nice to meet you.”

The woman smiles politely at me. These people have amazing genes, holy cow both Danielle and her mom are beautiful. “Nice to meet you too, lady Darcy I have watched you all on TV,” she looks around before turning back to me, “but is nice to see you in person.”

“It must be quite strange to see your own child on TV.” I gesture towards Danielle.

Corine says, “not really, she doesn’t look that bad,” she places a quick kiss on Danielle’s head. They’re cute.

Someone clears his throat behind me. Oops. Introducing my own family might be the nice thing to do. I turn around, “oh sorry this is my dad Patrick, and that's my brother Evan.” I tell Danielle and her mom as I gesture towards my dad and brother.

My dad smiles kindly at both women and extends his hand to both of them, “pleasure to meet you.”

I don’t know what has gotten into Evan, or why he thinks he needs to bow like some kind of jester. “Lady Danielle, or should I say lady Beautiful?”

What on earth?

“Nice to meet you Mr. Duncan,” Danielle’s mom says to my dad as she shakes his hand. Evan gets a quick hello. Well what did he expect? He’s making a fool out of himself..

Danielle follows her mom as she shakes my dad’s hand and smiles a little. She then turns to Evan and frowns, “No, you really shouldn’t. But... hi.” Danielle turns to me looking confused.

Evan doesn’t seem to get the hint. He keeps smiling at her, “lady Gorgeous then?”

I nudge him in the side and mutter to him, “Evan behave.”

From the corner of my eye, I can see my dad shaking his head. First his son flirts with Ben and now with Danielle. Why?

“Danielle. Just Danielle.” Bless her for trying to stay polite. “We should get going.”

We all start walking together, “It must have been a long trip from Honduragua,” Danielle’s mom asks my dad.

“Yes it was quite the trip. Especially when you've never left your hometown before. How was your trip from... Kent if I remember correctly?” now that my dad is talking to Danielle’s mom, I decide to talk some sense into my dumbass brother.

I softly say, “can you please act normal please?”

Evan doesn’t get the softly part, he blurts out, “I think I might be in love.”

My eyebrows fly up as a response. “You've only just met her?”

A snicker from Danielle pulls be back into the normal conversation, “I have heard the south is a nice zone to live.”

“I don't know about the other southern provinces but Honduragua is nice. You should visit one day,” my dad says.

Evan smiles at Danielle, “I can show you around, lady Dazzling.”

I can’t believe him right now.

Danielle lets out a breath, “ I’m confused cause I already told you my name but you must have missed it...” my friend looks at me with an apologetic expression on her face. I feel bad for her. Why can’t Evan act normal? Or at least try to be normal?

“Don’t pay attention to him,” I tell Danielle.

I feel something pinch my arm. Or should I say someone. “You’re my sister you’re supposed to help me,” Evan mutters in my ear.

I pick up little sentences of the conversation between my dad and Danielle’s mom. But I can’t really join in on it, because I can’t leave Evan alone. He’ll chase Danielle away, and I can’t let that happen.

“...Your dad is nice and you are like the complete opposite of your brother, so what went wrong with him?” There’s a little joking tone in Danielle’s voice, but she has a good point. Evan is supposed to be the wise older brother, and now he’s acting like some crazy fangirl.

“I’ve never seen him like this, I think he has hit his head or something.” That’s literally the only possible explanation for his weird behaviour.

Evan is still smiling at Danielle, “you're funny, lady Charming.”

Danielle reaches for her shoulder, her mom has her hand there and judging by Danielle’s face she’s in a little bit of pain. “Can I ask-um ... what happened to your mom?” her voice is like a whisper.

I glance in my dad’s direction, he seems to be having an interesting conversation. And Danielle’s mom is chuckling. Wow. I’m impressed.

I lean forward a bit. Danielle is sitting across from me and I don’t want the entire room to hear our conversation. “Our mom left a couple of months after I was born, never heard from her again.”

I lean back in my chair again, letting my hands rest on the table. I look over to my dad, he’s the best dad in the world. He has had to raise 2 kids on his own, that’s hard. And then there’s the caste situation. Life has never been easy for him.

From the corner of my eye, I see Evan staring at Danielle. Idiot. He looks like a hungry turtle looking at some lettuce. There’s some passion in his eyes. Gross.

“Oh...” Danielle clears her throat, “I’m sorry to hear that.” She has a concerned look on her face.

Danielle’s mom turns to us, “is everything okay?”

I smile a little, “yes thank you everything is fine thank you.”

My dad notices Evan staring at Danielle, “Evan you're making the girl feel uncomfortable, stop it.”

But my silly brother doesn’t listen, it doesn’t even seem like he’s trying at all. “I can't, her face is like a magnet and I can't seem to pull away.”

Danielle leans an elbow on the table to block Evan, poor girl. “You probably won’t see me around much these days...”

I kick Evan under the table, “thanks a lot, now you've chased away the only friend I have in here.”

He doesn’t flinch at all, there’s not even a hint of pain in his face. How? The shin is rather painful to kick, and he doesn’t even react? Instead he is still staring at Danielle with that stupid smile on his face. “No she means you won't see her, because she'll spend all her time with me, right lady Marvelous?”

I drop my head in my hands. I can’t believe this is my brother.

“Not a very clever idea to flirt with a selected, boy.” Danielle’s mom says in the most calm way ever. And she also gestures to the guards positioned all around the room.

Evan finally turns his attention away from Danielle, but now his sweet smile is directed towards her mom. “I highly appreciate the warning for the guards, I'll continue more discreetly,” and he turns back to Danielle again, and he actually winks. God why?

“Evan!” I nudge him full force in his side, “stop being a creep or I'll go get the guards myself.”

My dad is chuckling, I guess we’re quite the entertainment.

“It’s okay I can just ignore him.” Danielle says to me.

I sigh and shake my head, “I promise, he normally isn't like this.”

I hear my dad mutter something to Evan, “she doesn’t seem interested in you, son.”

Evan is still looking at Danielle, he mumbles back, “that's what they call playing hard-to-get, at some point her act will vanish”

We chat some more during the rest of the meal. I try my hardest to keep Evan in check, but it’s no use. He can’t be tamed.

My dad on the other hand seems to have a great time, he keeps talking with Danielle’s mom. I can’t help but smile at him.

It has been a couple of days since us all were witnesses of the fight between Ben and Wyatt. It was definitely hard and awkward to see, but it did remind me of the fights I’ve had with Evan. No matter how bad the fights were, the family bond remains and the grudges will vanish.

What did surprise me was Ben saying he wanted to end the selection. The thought of going home didn’t necessarily scare me, but to hear those words out of Ben’s mouth did come as a surprise.

I’m looking out of my bedroom window. The view of the garden is still the most beautiful view I’ve ever had.

The flowers are still blossoming. All those colours.

Two knocks on my door startle me. I have a feeling who this might be.

I walk over and open the door. Not knowing what else to do with myself, I decide to wave a little, “hey.”

Ben smiles a little, “hi. Is it okay if we talk for a bit?”

“Yeah yeah come in,” I open the door a bit more so he can actually enter the room.

“I just thought I'd come say sorry for what I said the other day. It wasn't... okay of me to say what I did.” Ben I standing there, scratching his nape.

I close the door and decide to head for my bed. I feel a little awkward and sitting is always better than standing. “Do you really want us all to leave?”

He shakes his head, “not at all. I was speaking from a place stress. I just needed some space and would’ve done practically anything to get it.” Ben sighs as he runs a hand through his hair, “it wasn’t right, but it’s the truth.”

My fingers fidget, I seem to do that all the time lately. “I get it, and I'm sorry for all the stress.”

He lifts a shoulder, “it's not your fault. I need to learn to manage it better is all.”

I suddenly realize Ben’s still standing, “please sit if you want to,” I say as I gesture to all seating options available in my room. “You know you don't have to do it all on your own, there are people who can help.”

Ben decides to sit in a chair facing my bed, “I know that now. Learned the hard way.” there’s a sad smile on his face.

I feel so bad for him. Things have definitely not been easy lately.

“Sometimes that has to happen though, learning the hard way I mean.” I remember the time I thought I could lift a steal beam by myself. But then it crushed my foot and I literally learned the hard way to never do that again.

Ben nods a bit. “Hopefully not too often anymore,” a tired laugh leaves his mouth as he slumps back into the chair.

I narrow my eyes at him, he looks very bad. “Are you okay?”

“Yes and no. I should be... eventually.”

Eventually? “Ben you're worrying me. You don't have to tell me anything, but maybe you should talk to someone?” I look down at my fingers, I can’t seem to keep them still.

“Talking to you girls has actually helped.,” I hear him let out a breath, “I mostly just need time, to fix things. Or at least try to.”

I look up again, “you'll be able to fix everything, I'm sure. Like I've said, you're a good person Ben.”

A crooked smile appears on his face, “I appreciate that, Darcy.”

“I'm happy to see you can still smile.” I reach up to put a strand of hair behind my ear, “also if you ever feel stressed again you should try yoga, I think you'd be really good at it.” It’s a tiny joke, but I strongly feel the need to lighten the mood.

He laughs a bit, “my body doesn’t bend that way, but thanks for the suggestion.”

“Oh you just need to stretch the muscles first and then after a while you'll be way more flexible.” Like I’m the yoga expert here?

“I’ll let you know how that works out for me,” Ben says as he points at me.

I can only imagine him actually doing that, the thought makes me chuckle. “Oh please do, Bennet.”

Ben tilts his head. “How are you doing? Everything alright?”

No.

I’m not even fine.

But instead I say, “yeah I'm good I'm good thanks.” I fidget the fabric of my dress between my fingers.

I haven’t slept properly since the attack.

There hasn’t been one night without the nightmares.

My pillow is soaked from my tears every morning.

And my scarred arm freaking hurts. But that’s the least of my problems right now.

“You sure? The same offer stands that you can talk to me, but only if you feel comfortable.” Ben says.

No I’m not okay, is what I want to scream. But I can’t bring myself. “But I don't want to bother you with my silly stuff when you've already got so much on your plate.”

“You sharing this with me is not a burden. I care about you, Darcy.”

I stare down at my hands. The fabric of my dress is all wrinkled up in my fingers. “You do?”

“You're all important to me.” I look up to find him smiling a bit.

“But some more than others, am I right?” my gaze quickly lowers again, I can’t bear to look at him.

“More like... important to me in different ways. If that makes sense.”

And I know exactly what he means. “No I think I get it, there's the romantic way and there's the platonic way.” I force myself to look up again.

“And I have a feeling where this is going.” He’s smiling a bit, but the only emotion present is sadness.

“What? No Ben I like you and I'd do anything for you. But I'm also not blind, I see the way you look at the others.” Did I really just say that?

“No I... I know what you meant. That’s what makes me sad because,” he sucks in a breath, “I’m sorry that I don’t feel the same way you do for me. You’re wonderful, Darcy.”

“It's okay,” I smile a little. Strangely enough my heart is not breaking, it’s just my ego being hurt. But my heart is still one piece. Yes I do like the guy, I mean how could you not. But I’ve noticed the glances at the other girls, and I think that’s what prepared me for all of this. “ I really truly hope you find what you're looking for, you deserve that.”

“I hope you do too. Genuinely.” He smiles a bit as he stands with his hands in his pockets.

“Thanks for everything,” I walk over to open the door, “I'll pack up my stuff and go back home and you won't be bothered by me anymore.”

Ben walks over to me and places a hand on my shoulder, “you don't have to rush. Take your time. And you were never a bother to me.” There’s a genuine smile on his face.

I smile a little, this guy is honestly the kindest person ever. “Thanks and good luck with everything.”

“You too. Goodbye, Darcy.” He smiles one last time before he steps out and closes the door.  

Wow so that’s it I guess.

I’m going home.

The thought doesn’t scare me, not even a little. On the contrary, I get a warm feeling in my stomach. I’m going to be with my dad and Evan again. Walk around freely wherever and whenever I want to. And most importantly I don’t have to wear heels anymore.

I decide to start packing, even if Ben said I didn’t have to rush.

It just seems a little weird to me, to stay here when I’m no longer in the running.

This room. I’ll never see it again.

And the view... I’m going to miss it.

I sit down on the windowsill and let out a sigh.

What a wild ride this has been.

Suddenly I realize something and I hurry to the bathroom.

I open one of the drawers, grab a washcloth, make it a little wet and start rubbing the inside of my upper arm. There it is. My tattoo. My beautiful wild flowers.

Ladies were not supposed to have tattoos, especially not in visible places. That’s what they told me on the day I got here.

A huge relief washes over me, I feel like myself again.

No matter how much fun I’ve had these past months and how much I’ve learned, this life just isn’t for me. I’m not one to wear pretty dresses and heels. Give me some sneakers, jeans and an oversized shirt and I’m completely happy.

With that feeling I lay down on my bed. Well it’s technically not my bed anymore, but who cares.

I wake up feeling revived. I haven’t had a good night of sleep in so long. And no nightmares. That’s something new.

I get up, knowing that there’s only one more thing for me to do here before I go.

Gently I knock on Danielle’s door.

The door opens quickly after, “hey!” Danielle frowns at me with confusion. “... ready for breakfast?”

How do I tell her this? I’ll miss this girl. Like a lot. “There’s something you should know.” I feel myself fidgeting with my fingers again.

There’s an alarmed look on her face, but she speaks rather calmly when she says, “O-K. Come in.” She gestures for me to enter, “is everything okay?”

“Thank you,” I say as I step inside, “uhm I don’t know how to say this so I’m just going to say it, I’m out.”

I didn’t even realize Danielle’s maids were here until the moment they leave the room.

Danielle’s eyebrows are up on her forehead, “Out?! But- no. W-why?”

“Ben doesn’t like me, it’s as simple as that,” I say as I shrug.

She puts some of her hair behind her ear before looking back up at me again. “...are you okay? I mean... how do you feel?”

“I’m okay actually,” I nod my head and smile a little, “I kinda saw it coming anyway.”

Danielle frowns at me again, “um... I’m sorry.” She puts a hand on my shoulder before she goes in for a hug.

I hug her back, “thank you for being my friend here.”

She chuckles over my shoulder, “thank you... You actually stood for a lot of sarcasm and silly jokes.”

A soft laugh leaves my mouth, “you’re so funny though, I had a great time.”

Danielle leans back, “but we are going to see each other again, right? If I can vis-” she pauses for a second, “um... please visit me when you can.”

“Yes you should visit, and don’t worry I’ll make sure Evan is not around then.” I know the moment to say goodbye is here and I’m not ready for it. My face turns a little sad, “I’ll miss you.”

She presses her lips together and there’s an embarrassed expression on her face. Poor girl is traumatized by Evan. “Okay! Then, yes I will.” Another small pause, “I will miss you too,” she says as she lets out a breath.

I give her another hug, “good luck with everything Danielle!”

She tightens the hug for just a little second, “thanks. Good luck for you, too!”

I can feel I’m about to cry, but I’m trying to keep myself together.

“Um... you need help with anything?” Danielle asks.

“Thank you, but I’m all ready to go.” I swallow the lump that has formed in my throat. “Have fun at breakfast and with the rest of this.”

I open the door, “I’ll see you.”

Danielle nods once, “see you soon.” She waves but there’s a sad smile on her face.

“Bye,” I say before I close the door behind me.

I walk through the hallway, past my now old-room, down the stairs and through the front door.

A car is waiting to bring me to the airport, but before I get in I turn around once more.

Goodbye palace.

I get in the car, the door closes, the engine starts, and tears drip from my face.

[sebastianstanaddictsanonymous]

Never Again

Summary: Chris returns home after a month of filming out of state and your daughter has some trouble recognizing him.

Word count: 805

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Genre: Fluff, some humour, maybe a bit of angst

Warnings: Fluff with a dash of angst

Author’s Note: This came to me after Sebastian shaved his beard and I realized it would work much better with Chris so I hope people like it, I thought it might be cute.

Four years of marriage, and one baby later and you and Chris were happier than ever. He was still working, but had slowed down, taking on more directing jobs than acting jobs. Sure, he still takes on roles, but he tries to stay close to home so that he can be with his family. Your favourite part other than him being home? Not doing too many roles and staying behind the camera, meant that he’d been able keep his beard. He loved it, you loved it, and your three-year-old didn’t know him any other way.

That’s why, when he walked through the door after being away for a month for one of the rare roles that he took beardless, your mouth dropped. You hadn’t seen him beardless in four years, and your husband’s face was currently as smooth as can be.

When you could finally speak again you walked over to him, pulling him down for a kiss. Breaking away from him, you cupped his smooth face with both hands. “Aw beard no!” Chris threw his bed back and started laughing, pulling you into a tight hug.  It took him a few minutes to calm down, but when he finally did, he kissed your forehead before pulling away.

“I’m sorry baby, I should have warned you but that was just the thing ever.” He said, giggling a bit as you pouted, sticking your bottom lip out. He pulled you close again, framing your face with his large hands and leaning in, you expected a kiss, instead you slapped at him as he tugged on your bottom lip with his teeth. He just chuckled before letting you go and resting his forehead on yours.

“I missed you, and my princess?” He was grinning, looking around you to peak into the living room where the sounds of Oliver and Company could be heard. You had left your daughter laying on the floor with Dodger when you’d heard the front door. Letting you go he kicked off his shoes and creeping into the living room. Sally, your three-year-old, had her head resting on Dodger, who was patient as can be as she watched her favourite movie. Chris had made damn sure that she was more into classic Disney rather than the newer films.

Dodger, realizing that Chris was home, sat up, pulling himself away from her. Sally sat up, saving herself from falling backwards and huffing at the dog. She squealed as Chris picked her up from behind, turning her so that she he could hug her tightly to him. “There’s my princess! I missed you sooooo much!” He began peppering kisses along her little face.

Normally, she’d be squealing in excitement. When he pulled away, he wasn’t prepared for the for the look he was getting. Sally, looked very confused, she looked from Chris’ face, to yours, her lip started trembling and moments later she was crying and reaching for you, wanting nothing to do with Chris. He handed her over, looking confused and a little hurt as Sally hid her face in your neck.

“What on earth? What I do?” Chris stayed close, but every time he moved closer she started crying again. You rocked her back and forth, rubbing her back and shushing her. It didn’t take you long to figure out what was wrong. “Baby girl, what’s the matter? Why don’t you want Daddy? You were so excited this morning.” At the mention of daddy, she looked around as if trying to find him and whispered “where?”

And then it clicked, she had never seen Chris without his beard.

“Sally honey, Daddy is right here,” You pointed at Chris, who was standing there, not quite knowing what to do. She looked between the two of you before shaking her head no. “Honey, come on, Daddy just shaved his beard okay, it’s still Daddy.” Chris himself looked like he was ready to cry, she was a total Daddy’s girl and was normally all over him, constantly.

“Come on princess, I’m still me, I promise.” He held his arms out, hoping that she’d want to she’d recognize his voice. “Please princess? Daddy really missed you and could use a hug from his favourite person.” Looking up at you, she looked like she was asking you if it was okay, if this was really Daddy.

“Go on Sally, I promise you, that’s Daddy just is missing a little bit of hair, and he really needs a hug.” Reluctantly, she let you pass her over to him. Looking very carefully at his face, she poked at his cheek. When he smiled, her face lit up and squealed in happiness, wrapping her tiny arms around his neck and squeezing tight.

Chris looked at you, relief clear on his face as he held her tight.

“I am NEVER shaving again.”

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Unity Days 2018 (masterpost)

A collection of UD related stuff I found interesting. Sources are linked.

Day 1: 20th January 2018

*******Disclaimer: [[[asdfghjkl]]] : my comments, not part of the tweet********

Panels:

*** Panel with Bob, Eliza, Lindsey, Nadia ***

via (Afictionados @ Unity Days @theafictionados)

One adjective tease on what the reunions are like: Bob: Emotional / Eliza: Awesome / Lindsey: Hmmm. Okay. (She is a troll omg) #UNITYDAYS2018 (x)

Q: One thing you’ve learned from your character and one thing you’d teach them? Eliza: I’ve learned some pretty badass moves! I would teach my character to like, take a break. Bob: Learning how to use guns [Eliza hi-YEAHS while he talks] and I’d probably teach him how to drink. (x)

Q: If you were to do the musical episode, what song would you do? Nadia: Eliza and Lindsey can sing like professional singers and aren’t, which drives her NUTS (x) there’s footage of Bob participating in an old singing show and Lindsey is LOSING IT trying to get him to reveal what it was. DO YOUR THING, INTERNET. (x)

Q: Hardest or worst thing to film? Eliza: “They threw a gigantic studded panther at me and I had to tackle it. I felt so stupid!” / Bob: “There’s one from last week that I couldn’t stand. [...] Also when I was wearing the adult diaper and hanging upside down?”  (x) / Lindsey: “All the torture. It gets exhausting, and your body hurts.” / Nadia: Being wet all day. I was wet for 14 hours. Eliza: We did become best friends on that day! Nadia: Did we?! Wait it wasn’t that day. It was not that day, babe. (x)

If they were in the hunger games, who would be their ally and who would die first? Nadia: Eliza, Bob, Lindsey, Me. And I’d bring a hug bear. Lindsey: “I want someone really, really intense. Pikachu? No. I WOULD BRING ONE OF THE AMAZONS.” (x)

Your 1st impression of the person on your left: Bob on Eliza: It was at a Kid’s Choice Award in Australia. Eliza: When we first met, I was 16! // Eliza on Lindsey: I was like “you’re SEXY.” //  Lindsey on Nadia: “I thought you were badass! But also HOT.”  (x)

Bob on Bellamy: “This season is the most honest version of my character. This is the best version of him.” (x)

This season was a real chance to reinvent their characters. Eliza: “Who is the new Bellamy, the new Raven, the new Clarke? [...] This season is amazing, I really hope you guys fuckin’ enjoy it.” She immediately felt bad about swearing (x)

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via (UNITY DAYS *:･ﾟ✧‏ @jasperskaikru)

Question: “One thing you’ve learned from your character and one thing you would teach them.” Bob: “I’ve liked learning how to use guns… And I’d probably teach him how to drink alcohol, because I know how to do that.” (x)

bob’s been kinda quiet during the panel so far bc he’s been distracted by playing with bowie. SO CUTE (x)

as far as bellamy’s hobbies in space, bob jokingly said bellamy’s gonna go back to being a janitor. “cleanliness is godliness.” LMAO (x)

eliza says it’s “official” that clarke gets her hair color from berries! (x) [[[fya - the writers also confirmed this during season 3]]]

bob and eliza are on one couch. lindsey and nadia are on the other couch— and nadia sat on her lap RIGHT AWAY (x)

jo asked a question about how filming was like in the bunker and in space for s5, and eliza was like: “i wouldn’t know. they left me behind.” (x)

Question: “One thing you’ve learned from your character and one thing you would teach them.” Eliza: “I’ve learned some pretty badass moves... And I’d teach my character to take a break every now and then.” (x) / Lindsey: “I learned how to slice a wire!” (x)

eliza says she’d love to play poison ivy! / bob says he’d like to play dr. manhattan! (x) / lindsey says she’d love to play batgirl!

bob’s talking about how it’s funny that bodies just kinda disappear throughout the show like pike and the guy who created ALIE  (x)

nadia says that bob and eliza have amazing “walt disney singing voices” and she’s so bitter about it LOL (x)

Question: “What was the hardest or worst scene to film?” Eliza: “When I had to be tackled by the panther, they threw a stuffed toy at me.” // Bob: “When I was wearing the adult diaper and hanging upside down.” (x) // Lindsey: “All the torture stuff was tough... I was just exhausted.” // Nadia: just GRIMACES LOL

Question: “Who would die first in the hunger games?” Answer from everyone: “Eliza.” (x)

Question: “What character would you bring with you to the hunger games?” Nadia: “A care bear.” / Lindsey: “Black widow... or one of the Amazons from Wonder Woman.” / Eliza: “Pikachu... or Neil Patrick Harris.” / Bob: “Deadpool- to lighten the mood.” (x)

THE BELLARKE FAMILY IS HERE AND ELIZA RAN DOWN TO HUG BABY LARA!!!

bob and eliza said they met at a kid’s choice award show in australia! eliza was 16 at the time! (x)

Bob: “Season 5 is the best version of Bellamy.” Lindsey: “I feel like this is the most honest version of Bellamy.” (x)

Eliza says that season 1 will always be nostalgic, but season 5 will be cool because the writers conferred with the actors on what they thought their character would be like after the time jump! (x)

Lindsey says that Raven is always evolving. And that she really enjoyed playing the aftermath of Finn because losing him was the end of innocence for Raven. (x)

Eliza, on advice for people struggling with body image issues: “I think about me at 21 and how I feel like I was perfect then, but at the time hated my body. And in 10 years, I might feel that way about how I look right now. So why not love the body you’re in?” (x)

Jo: “How was the conclave?” Nadia: “It was bullshit. I’m a nightblood. Nobody stabs me from the back. That was just bad writing.” Bob: “So you heard Jason’s not coming today, right?” (x)

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Eliza says it bizarre to her that the show can end the world and restart it every year. (via ConfettiClarke) (x)

Bob said it was hard to get used to what they are this season since it's been 6 yrs, but he thinks this season has the best version of bellamy (x) 

Eliza: it's bizarre to me that we can end the world and restart it. every. single. fucking. year (x)

Bob: I was first against who Bellamy was at the beginning of this season but on reflection it’s the best version of Bellamy (x)

A lot of interesting bits from the first cast panel at #UNITYDAYS! Best might be Bob and Eliza taking about how much their characters have changed & in Bob’s case being resistant to the change but realizing it was the most “honest” version of Bellamy. (x)

Bob said that there was a really tough scene to shoot last week. (via heda_skaikru) (x)

Relationships have “regressed and developed” over 6 years in space- expect some changes (SelinaW) (x)

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*** Panel with Sachin and Richard and Tati ***

Jason gets so amped about the show like a kid x

The bunker is really claustrophobic according to Sachin x

Richard said he hadn't seen Sachin in 2 months. Sachin says it was like they really were separated- earth and space x

Richard: we are getting short haired sexy Murphy this year x

Richard characterizing murphy in 5 words:  relentless. passionate.  sadistic. caring. sweet-eyes x

Richard says Murphy and Raven’s chemistry is “undeniable” x And Murphy considers Bellamy his “best friend” x

The bunker is “the most confining, frightening thing” -Sachin x

Tati wants Gaia to make Indra proud and wants “full reconciliation” for them x

Bob and Richard are neighbours now. Sachin is so spicy that Richard moved away from him. x

What’s your favourite relationship? Richard: “Honestly, my favourite relationship is Raven. [...] I think Murphy has so much respect for her. Also, Bellamy. I think Murphy would consider Bellamy his best friend.” x

What would Tati like to see for Gaia this season? (Past tense to make herself past Tati btw!) Tati: “I guess I would have wanted to make her mom proud, not with the conceptual things Indra would have wanted for her, but to show proof of faith.” Reconciliation. x

How do Gaia and Octavia get along as almost-sisters? Tati: “At some point we’ve had to kind of learn to put our differences aside.” x

Richard thinks Murphy’s dad died when he was 10, and his mom 1-2 years after that. Six months later he set the fire, around 13. So he was in jail for years. Sachin: “That’s not fanfiction, that’s Murph-fiction.” x

Richard says that he thinks murphy was 10 when his dad died, and that he was 1.5-2 years older when his mom died. and murphy set the fire at age 13. and that’s why murphy is the way he is— there wasn’t a lot of love at a young age. x

Richard (about working with Bob): they love pushing each other. He also said they are next-door neighbors now in rl (x)

Who are their favourite new characters? Richard: “I have a clear favourite for many reasons.” William Miller! “He’s a bad mother fucker. He’s an incredible actor. You’re gonna love and hate him at the same time.” x

Themes for season 5? Tati: “What truly is unity?” x

Q: Favourite scenes to film? Tati: Opening the bunker with Adina, Henry, Isaiah, and Chris. And then a deleted scene where she rides a horse! Sachin: The truck scene with Jarod. They slid their “too sweet” signal into their hug so that it couldn’t be cut. x Richard: The first Murphy and Raven scene from season 2, hanging Bob, and him in the bunker alone. From Season 4, it’s the Raven and Murphy goodbye. x

On finding out about #Mackson: Richard: “I laughed my ass off. It made so much sense. I can’t believe it took 4 seasons for it to get there.” x

Richard and Sachin are imitating Bob’s voice while stating that one of the themes of the season is “you need to make decisions with your head and your heart”. (Via heda_skaikru) x

Tati, Sachin, and Richard said that a major theme for the season is: what truly is unity? x

Theme of S5: you need to make decisions with both your head and your heart, lol also this has devolved into them imitating Bob’s Bellamy voice (x)

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*** Panel with Luisa, Chelsey, Jarod, Jessica ***

Emori finally gets a new costume this year after having the same outfit forEVER x

“Miller’s outfit is BADASS” - Chelsey x

Chelsey and Luisa had to discuss their character dynamic because they hadn’t had many scenes together previously x

Luisa wants to play bellamy and i would 100 percent want to see it x

which character would you rather play? Jess: I love Murphy and I could do a way better job / Miller: Murphy but their characters are already similar so Bellamy / Luisa: Bellamy - seems like a lot of fun / Chelsey: always Octavia because she loves stunts x

There’s a scene this year Jessica and Jarod were both part of, and half of the cast involved in the scene were on the verge of vomiting x

Emori is in this spacekru with a “full heart” x Emori thinks space is “the best thing in the whole world” x

Jess would have a hard time if Niytavia was canon because they wouldn’t be able to stop giggling - Luisa ships it irl and Jarod has seen it! x

Jarod had an emotional scene this season but didn’t feel he did as well as he would’ve liked to x

Emori was so excited to go to space SHE DIDN’T EVEN KNOW THE EARTH WAS ROUND x

favorite set to work on? Jarod: Mount Weather was warm and comfortable / Jess: Trading Post / Luisa: The Sand Dunes / Chelsey: a S5 set x

“God I love rubbing that thing.” - Sachin has an affection for @hicusick’s beard. x

Sachin called Paige: Paige’s favourite Kabby moment is their first kiss “because he stopped Abby from talking!” x

Tasya gets overwhelmed by how many weapons she uses at one time and has broken a few weapons.  (x) 

Tasya had a really hard time holding her position with her bow drawn during the Bellamy and Riley scene! “JUST MAKE A DECISION!!!!” (x)

do the Harmons want scenes together? Richard: “I don’t want to relive the first 18 years of my life.” x

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*** Reviewer’s panel ***

The reviewer’s panel is speaking thoughtfully about how they’ve grown as writers through covering

*** Crew panel ***

During a crew panel at Unity Days, the lovely members of the props department talked about some of their favorite details that weren’t shown in the final cut of the show. One member, Anthony Vani, discussed the sword Octavia received when she became commander at the end of season 4. The sword is a relic of old commanders. In order to make it her own Octavia hand-made a special engraving. The enscription reads “Ge Smak Daun Gyon Op Nodotaim” (via linctavias) x

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Other: 

Clarke’s list or here [[[CLARKE GRIFFIN.]]]

I have lots of pics of iconic props! [The Prop people] were so nice and explained so many fascinating details. ALSO, the super nice prop guy said they’re already planning on being back for season 6 and was totally and completely confident nodding that there will be one. x

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Infos at signing/photo ops/M&G:

BOB IS SO SWEET. He thanked me for getting this shirt and I told him I care a lot about it.  I asked him to sign my photo "best unity day ever" and told him i liked it because Bellamy smiles. He then hinted to me that Bellamy would be smiling a lot this season x

Bob is having convos with everyone he's literally so personable. I was like, "Please tell me bell smiles at least once this season, can you hint that??" the way he talked about it was so cute jordan [[[twitter user’s friend is jordan]]] said "probably becuz murphy's his best friend now" he laughed x

bob did mention today that bellamy smiles more this season than ever before [[[hopefully because he finally got to kiss Clarke]]] and that that felt very weird for him! x

bob was at a promotional photoshoot the other day and the photographer asked him to smile and bob said, “my character doesn’t really do that.” so the photographer asked if bob could literally give him any other expression and bob was like “not really (x)

I asked Bob whether Bellamy had any hope Clarke had survived, since in their conversation before he insisted that he still had hope in the nightblood solution (Bob: “He was right!”). Bellamy thinks that Clarke was destroyed in the radiation wave. as far as he knew, Clarke was still fiddling around with the satellite dish when the others made it to space (since the lights weren’t already on). In Bob’s words, ‘He still has hope but he’s not hopeful, if you know what I mean. x

Bob said that he made Bellamy giggle in one episode of S5 but he thinks they kept it mostly because they were running out of time to refilm it x

I had Bob and Eliza sign the Day Trip script. They both read the whole thing before they signed. Bob said, “Oooohh this is the scene that got cut. They just cut another good one this season.” And I asked if he meant a #Bellarke scene and he said yes. x [[[the signed Day Trip script here]]]

Bob said that he’s gotten a few movie roles that he ultimately had to turn down due to conflicts with the 100 x

Bob has mixed feelings about driving the rover because he’s one of the only ones who can do it, but it’s also kind of dangerous because there aren’t seat belts and it’s in the forest with no road. x

Bob said that he liked the filming location where the beach scene in 3x13 with Eliza took place x

Bob dropped out of the movie with Zach because he had a significant disagreement with the producer x

At his meet and greet, Bob said that if Bellamy doesn’t use his [head] and his heart he’ll feel like he let Clarke down x

They were supposed to be back down on the ground for like a year and they haven't come down. So there's other stuff that happens up in space and there's a reason why they haven't been able to come down. So there's that kind of dilemma first off x

Bob on Bellamy being happy during his meet and greet on Saturday: "No, [...] Happiness. It's secondary on this show it seems like." x

I WAS EXPLAINING THAT I WANTED THIS SCENE FOR BOB AND ELIZA AND THEY TOOK IT SO SERIOUSLY. BOB WAS LIKE, “I NEED TO HOLD YOU AND YOU NEED TO FALL BACK AND I NEED TO STARE AT THE RAIN” AND ELIZA WAS LIKE “I NEED TO STARE AT YOU” x

bob was like “listen, i need to hold you and you need to sit on my knee” and i straight up was like “the internet will hate me though” x

LINDSEY IS WEARING A RAVENCLAW SCARF FOR HER AUTOGRAPHS x

Photos/ fanarts:

PHOTO: Bob, Eliza, Lindsey, Nadia via UnityEventsCa’s Instagram Story on January 20th, 2018

PHOTO: Eliza with an organizer

PHOTO: The 100 props, rifle + knives/swords, 

PHOTO: smiling Bob with fan x

PHOTO: Richard Harmon during his autograph session at Unity Days on January 20th, 2018 [UnityEventsCa] x

PHOTO: Bob with fan (nice one) or here

PHOTO: Sachin and Jessica via Chelsey Reist’s Instagram Story on January 20th, 2018

PHOTO: Group photo (Bob, Eliza, Lindsey, Nadia) - The breakfast club.

PHOTO: Bob with pikachu hat

PHOTO: BrightCuPenny Successful photo op with Bob and Eliza! We were waiting for our turn and from around the corner we heard Eliza say, “Laraaaaa…” Baby was super sleepy but such a trouper! So here are season 5 Clarke, Bellamy, and Madi! #UnityDays2018 ( = beliza photo with bellarke baby)

PHOTO: elizajaneface All of my favorites. @richardsharmon @mr_sacho @linzzmorgan @officialbowietaylor #bob ❤️ (insta)

PHOTO: blake family photo re-created in real life @WildpipM, @MisElizaJane #UnityDays2018 

PHOTO: cute beliza photos with fans here (head and heart pose) and here.

PHOTO: Eliza posing for a fan today (holding the face caress photo)

PHOTO: Bob has Vegemite in his teeth

PHOTO: Bob and Eliza holding a Bellarke edit that they had just signed for a fan

PHOTO: Bob and Eliza holding hands

PHOTO: Bob and Eliza signed an edit thanking Bellarke fans for voting the face caress scene from 4x13 as @eonlineTV’s sexiest moment of 2017 x

PHOTO: Bob with Bowie at #UnityDays2018 (x)

FANART: HEAD AND HEART FANART signed by Bob and Eliza

FANART: another bellarke fanart signed by Eliza [[[one of my faves]]]

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Videos:

Bob Morley, Eliza Taylor, Lindsey Morgan, Nadia Hilker and Jarod Joseph during their panel at Unity Days via Chelsey Reist’s Instagram Story on January 20th, 2018

video of @Mr_Sacho and @harmon_jess dancing dramatically around the autograph room at @UnityEventsCA? (x)

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Twitter:

@JRothenbergTV: Once upon a time, they lived happily ever after. A fairy tale foursome @RichardSHarmon @ivanamilicevic @WilliamMiller #KatieMcgrath #the100 #Supergirl (x)

Props props props! #UNITYDAYS2018 (x)

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What’s your number?

Read on AO3 / chapter 2 

Eva woke up to the sound of someone snoring loudly next to her ear. She silently got out of bed, tip toed all the way to the bathroom and stared at her reflection. There were massive bags under her eyes, her hair was flat and tangled up in pieces. She sighed, brushed her teeth, put on some mascara and concealer, brushed her hair and snuck back to the bedroom and slipped into the bed.

His boyfriend, Adrian woke up after she settled back and she pretended that she just woke up as well; this was her everyday morning routine: get out of bed before him, make herself look presentable then lie and say she woke up like this.

He never noticed any of it, but then again, he still hasn’t noticed Noora’s wedding invite which she put next to his bagel every morning.

“Soo” Eva sat down next to him and looked at him hopefully “Noora’s wedding is coming up and I was wondering if you were free then” she smiled at him “There’s a vegetarian option on the menu”

“Ohm .. I don’t know baby, that sounds kind of serious” was he serious? They’ve been together for 3 months now and he was practically living off of her.

“I thought it was serious, you know, since I pay your phone bill” Eva faked a smile. She was furious; she let an another asshole into her life once again, who wouldn’t even go with her to a wedding. He didn’t answer, he just tried to reach for her hand but she pulled it away. “Pack your stuff and leave” she remained calm and went to the bathroom to take a cold shower. She didn’t cry; she was relieved. She had to take so much shit from him in the past 3 months. Her only problem was that she alone once again for the wedding, and she couldn’t really go alone; she was the maid of honour. By the time she was done in the shower, he had packed up his stuff and stood in the door. Was he trying to say goodbye? Eva could care less; she was actually hoping that he would leave by the time she came out the bathroom.

“Bye Adrian” She opened the door for him and tapped on it, she hoped he would notice that she really doesn’t want to see him anymore.

“You know if you ever want to do anything” he wiggled his brows suggestively. Ew. “Just give me a call”

“I’d love to, but I don’t know if you’ll find another idiot in this city who will pay your phone bills now that I won’t” she smirked at him and waved him off. She was about to shut the door when she heard chuckling from the opposite door. Great. The last person she wanted to see this morning. Chris.

Chris was the asshole who lived in the flat across hers; she wouldn’t really have any problem with him if he wasn’t a sexist dick, who fucks a different girl every night, making them believe that he’s actually interested in them. Oh, and let’s not forget about the fact, that because he’s William’s best friend, she’ll have to spend days with him when the destination wedding happens.

He was standing in front of his leaning down for the newspaper, like a normal person, except he was completely naked. Thankfully he had the decency to hold a small towel in front of his dick.

“Please don’t even start” Eva begged him. She already had a shit day, she didn’t his sick jokes too.

“Mohn, I was just about to compliment you, that was a nice comeback” he winked at her and opened his arms, so Eva could see him in all his glory. She obviously had to check him out. Impressive. He noticed and smirked at her and she smirked back and held eye contact. However, when a blonde, certainly not dressed enough girl appeared behind his back, whining his name, she quickly looked away. He rolled his eyes and pushed the girl back and closed the door. Eva shut her own as well.

  “Can you believe that? ‘that sounds kind of serious’” Eva mimicked Adrian’s voice and Noora chuckled on the other end of the line.

“Actually I can” she laughed “I don’t even know why you dated him in the first place. He is a freaky hippie vegetarian who justifies not showering for 3 days with ‘I’m protecting mother nature’” Noora deepened her voice as well and they both laughed.

“I guess you’re right, I do love meat” Eva was on her way to the studio where she taught kids contemporary dance. “But it just sucks that I’m without a partner again and the wedding is in 2 months”

“You know you don’t have to bring a significant other right? Chris is William’s best man and he’s coming alone” Noora tried to reason with her.

“Noora, if you’re trying to convince me that going alone is a good idea, because that pig is going alone, you’re just making me want to get a boyfriend more. The only reason he doesn’t take anyone is because this way he has a better chance at fucking your bridesmaids” Eva scoffed. While she was ranting, she arrived to the studio, quickly said goodbye to Noora and started working.

 On her way home, she started reading Cosmopolitan on the subway; she knew it is just a stupid magazine to make girls feel insecure, but she had nothing better to do since she left her earpods at home. As she flipped through the pages an article caught her eye: What’s your number? It was an article about the number of women’s sex partners throughout their lives. Deep down she knew that a number doesn’t define a person, but she was also curious.

“The average woman has 10.5 partners in her lifetime.”

“What the fuck?” she blurted out loudly. The lady sitting next to her frowned at her “I’m sorry, it’s just this article says that the average woman has 10.5 partners in her lifetime” Eva looks at the lady with a shocked expression.

“Yeah, that’s way too much” the lady nods.

“What?” Eva is surprised “No, that is a way too low number” she feels really offended. She’s sure she’s over the 10 mark now, maybe even above 20. She can’t stop thinking about it, so when she gets home she starts making a list.

Jonas Vasquez, Vilde, Alexander Williamson, Matthias Pettersen, Peter from public relations class, Theodor Larsen, Thomas Berg, Julian Dahl, Mikael Boukhal, Oliver Lund, Konrad from the 2th floor, Agnes Svendsen, Else Mathisen.

13. She knew there were more but she couldn’t remember any more names. She knew she shouldn’t be but she felt more embarrassed than ever in her life before.

 Noora decided that they could all use a girl’s night out, so they went out to their favourite bar. In the meantime, Eva came up with 3 new names and Noora helped her remember 3 more. She was at 19. It was all she thought; she didn’t remember anyone else. As they drank more and more Eva cried about her new discovery in Cosmo to the girls. Sana took the rumpled magazine out of her hand and quickly read through it.

“According to a study, 70% of women who have been with more than 20 partners will never marry” Sana read out loud. Eva’s last pieces of self-esteem were crushed. She was one new sex partner away from never getting married and dying alone.

After what seemed like a million shots, she made an announcement “The next person I fuck I will fucking marry” she shouted and almost fell off her chair because she was so drunk.

 That was her last memory from the previous night as started opening her eyes, but she quickly shut them again because of the sudden brightness. She heard a loud snort. Please let it be Vilde, please, please, please. She chanted to herself. She slowly turned her head and saw a naked butt, which certainly didn’t belong to Vilde. She peeked under her covers with a withering expression: yep. She was naked.

She ran to the bathroom and called Noora. The guy was still fast asleep in her bed. “Pick up, pick up, pick up” she said it like a mantra, as if Noora would answer sooner because of it.

“Eva, it is 7 am and I came home at 2 am. It better be important” Judging by her voice, Noora woke up to her phone’s ringing.

“There is a naked guy in my bed and I have no idea who it is or how he got here for that matter” Eva sputtered. She was freaking out.

“Well, then congrats” Eva didn’t understand what there was to congratulate to, what the heck did she do last night? “He’s going to be your husband, remember?” Noora laughed.

“Noora, there is nothing remotely funny about this. I’m going to fucking die alone” Eva almost started crying, she was so devastated.

“Hey, it might turn out to be a good thing. Positive attitude” she could hear Noora was smiling and she decided to be more optimistic. She peeked into her bedroom and noticed that Mysterious Guy woke up. And he scratched his junk and smelled his fingers. Nope, back to being Negative Nancy.

“No way he will be my husband” she ended the call without saying goodbye – she would call her back after she kicks this disgusting person out. She took all her courage and went back into her bedroom. He was putting his pants on – thank god – she coughed and he looked up.

“Good morning” she tried to smile at him but it probably looked more like she drank half a litre lemon juice “The thing is you should probably go” he looked at her questioningly. Come on Eva, come up with something “My roommate can be home any minute and he hates when people stay over for the night. So yeah- Could you leave, like now?” She basically ran out of her room to the kitchen. These past days have been more embarrassing than the previous 26 years she lived on this earth. There was a loud knock on the door. As she unlocked it, the person on the other side opened it and walked in like he owned the place.

“Morning” Chris dropped himself on the couch only in his grey sweatpants. Did he not own any shirts? Eva wouldn’t have had a problem with his lack of clothing, if it wasn’t Chris. She didn’t want him to think (to know) that she was attracted to him, at least to the way he looked so she looked at his face instead of his toned abs and muscular arms.

“What are you doing here?” Eva was about to bite his head off, when Mysterious Guy came out of her bedroom thankfully now fully clothed. Chris’s head snapped at him.

“Hi you’re the roommate?” the guy asked from Chris.

“No I’m the boyfriend” Chris answered him threateningly and guy literally ran out the door. Chris started laughing “Well that was fun. Who was that loser anyway?”

“I have no idea” Eva subsided into the couch and buried her face in her hands.

“Eva, Eva, Eva. I’m beginning to think that we’re alike more than I thought”

“If that is true, then there is no other way out. Excuse me while I go jump out from my window” Chris laughed and grabbed Eva’s arm as she tried to stand up.

“Come on I can’t be that bad” he winked at her and she raised her eyebrows.

“Why are you here anyways?” Eva tried to change the subject.

“I was kind of in the same situation as you. Last night’s girl is a bit clingy, and doesn’t really get that the point of a one-night stand is that she leaves in the morning” Chris shrugged.

“Chis” Eva looked at her meaningfully “You’re in this situation every other day” he laughed.

“You’d be surprised but most of them actually leave without making a deal about it”

Eva was thinking for a while and she realized that the longer the girl is in Chris’s apartment, the longer he will be in hers, so she came up with a plan.

“What I’m about to do will never happen again, you get it?” she jumped up from the couch, went out the door, straight across the hall and opened up Chris’s door. He watched her from her doorway, he had no idea what she was doing. “Hey babe I’m home” Eva shouted, looking around as if she was looking for him. A tall, blonde girl only in her panties and Chris’ shirt stood in the kitchen. Eva eyed her from head to toe disdainfully. “Who the fuck are you?” she yelled at her. The girl wasn’t the brightest, she still didn’t realize she just fucked somebody’s boyfriend (or at least, that was what she should’ve realized) so she just looked at Eva dumbfounded. “Get the fuck out of my apartment you fucking slut. He has a girlfriend you know, maybe you should ask next time you open your legs to a stranger” Eva screamed hysterically; she was surprisingly enjoying herself, and the girl’s facial expression was priceless. The blonde ran out of the apartment without a word.

As Eva walked backed to her apartment Chris was waiting for her in the doorway, clapping “You continue to surprise me” he chuckled and leaned close to her ear. Too close. “And here I thought you were finally going to kiss me” he pushed her hair behind her ear and was about to kiss her neck when she hit his chest and pushed him away.

“Fuck off” she walked into her kitchen and started making coffee. “You know you can leave now; your apartment is free again” she gestured towards the door.

“Thank you” he walked over to the kitchen and stood on the opposite side of the island. “You were really good in that you know. For a second even I believed that you’re my girlfriend” he chuckled, but he seemed genuinely amazed.

“You wish” she smirked at him.

Chris looked down. Yeah, he does.

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Chapter Sixty-Five

A/N: Here’s the next chapter, thank you all so much for all the messages you’ve sent - I know I say it a lot but I really cannot comprehend how you guys take time out of your day to message about my story, I love you all endlessly for it and I am forever grateful 💖 That said, enjoy 😚

Emmy felt sick as she walked down the corridor towards the offices, her hands cupping her bump protectively. She hadn’t slept. She hadn’t slept with the knowledge that it had been her to let this rat into their lives, it had been someone that she had trusted that had sold them out to the press, had put her little girl on the front page before she had even been existing for three months. It was one of her best friends that had lied to her, used her. Harry had been right. She couldn’t trust them. But now she felt like she couldn’t trust anyone. She’d lost her only friends, and it made her sick.

Claire opened the door to her office and pulled Emmy into a tight hug, rubbing her shoulders reassuringly. “I’m so sorry, Em.”

Emmy sighed, not wanting the sympathy. She was fighting tears as it was. “What do we do now?”

“Well, now we have to approach them,” Claire said. “Work out who it was. Taylor or Chris. Edward’s preparing to come home as we speak. He’s coming back to sort it out with us.”

“What can he do?”

“He can help us deal with the papers. He can help us make sure that whoever it is never does this again.”

Emmy felt a sob force itself up her throat. She would be cutting one of them out of her life. Maybe both. The only true friends she had. Or who she thought she had.

“Emmy, how are you feeling?”

She brushed her messy hair off her face. “Tired. I didn’t sleep much.”

“You’ve got the visit to the Science Museum later. You up for that?”

“I guess I have to be,” she murmured, rubbing her eyes. Then, not looking at her secretary, she said, “Who do you think it was?”

“I don’t know. It’s wrong to try and guess. You’re better off speaking to them both.”

“What if neither of them admits it?”

“I think it’s best you just explain to them,” Claire said. “And let’s hope whoever it is is decent enough to just own up.”

Emmy took a deep breath. “I don’t know if I can confront them.”

“I’ll come with you, if you want.”

She nodded. “I can’t deal with this on my own. Whichever of them didn’t do it is going to hate me for not trusting them.”

“You have good reason,” Claire pointed out.

Emmy scrunched her face up and tried not to cry. “I just…I can’t believe one of them did it. I can’t believe they sold me out. They used me to make money. They used my baby-” Her voice broke, and she dropped her gaze to her bump, just as the little girl kicked slightly.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Claire said gently.

“I just wish Harry was here,” Emmy said, crying openly now. “I know that you want me to be independent and confident and to not need him but I do need him! I just…I need a hug. I need him to make me feel like everything’s okay again.”

“Everything will be okay,” Claire said. “Trust me, we’ll sort this out.”

She stifled a sob. “They’re my best friends!”

“I know, and I’m sorry,” Claire said, her heart breaking. Emmy was the strongest person she knew, she’d been through so much and had grown immensely in such little time. It hurt her to see her face hurdle after hurdle – and the obstacles just kept getting bigger. “Why don’t you go home, have a nice bath and relax before the engagement today? We’re not going to do anything about all this until Edward gets back, and that won’t be until tomorrow. Go home and relax.”

“How can I relax?” Emmy protested. “Taylor or Chris…one of them…” She cut off. She didn’t even know how to put into words what she felt. She wasn’t even angry at whichever it was, she was angry at her life, and how difficult it had become. “Why is everything happening now? Now, that I’ve got this little one and Harry isn’t here,” she said, tears rolling down her cheeks. “I can’t cope with this on my own.”

“You’re not on your own,” Claire said gently. “You have me. And, no offence to Harry, but I’m much more useful than him.” Emmy didn’t laugh at Claire’s attempt to lighten the mood, and Claire sighed. “Okay, so maybe I’m not. I can’t be charming and sexy and funny the way he can, but I can look after you just as well as he can.”

Emmy sniffled. “Thanks for looking after me.”

“That’s okay, it’s my job,” Claire said, then hesitated. “And even if it wasn’t, I still would. You’re like a daughter to me now.”

“Nearly young enough to be,” Emmy laughed weakly.

“Oi, I’m not that old,” Claire snapped playfully, and they shared a laugh. “Go home, Emmy. Go home, take a bath or a nap – not both, though. I don’t need you drowning on me. Just relax and I’ll be over at 12 with Hannah to get you ready for the visit, okay?”

Emmy almost wanted Claire to go with her. She didn’t want to be on her own, she was tired of being on her own. She wanted some company, but the only people she wanted to spend time with were their suspects. Even the thought of Edward coming back from Brazil cheered her up – she actually missed him.

But as she approached Nottingham Cottage, she frowned in surprise. Taylor was stood at the front door, looking around. At the sight of her, Emmy raised her eyebrows and made a mental note to tell Claire to let the guys on the gate know who was and wasn’t welcome anymore.

“Taylor?” Emmy called, and Taylor turned to see her. She looked dismayed.

“Emmy!” Taylor cried, running over to meet her. “I’m so sorry, I’m so so so so so sorry!”

Emmy scowled. “For selling me out?”

“No! Of course not! That wasn’t me, I don’t know anything about that! I’m sorry for being angry that you lied to me! I see why you did it now, I can’t believe Chris-” She cut off at the look on Emmy’s face. “Em, you don’t think it was me, do you?”

“Well, it was either you or Chris,” Emmy said. “And I thought neither of you would ever do that to me. And I just think it’s funny how you don’t speak to me for over a week, and then the second that the story is leaked you come over here grovelling.”

“I was angry!” Taylor said, desperate. “You didn’t trust me!”

“I wonder why,” Emmy snapped.

“It wasn’t me, you have to believe me!” Taylor pleaded.

“How can I?” Emmy said. “How can I believe you?! I told you those names, I told you and I told Chris. No one else knows. And then they end up in the paper? Who do you think I’m going to suspect?!”

“Why on Earth would I sell you out?!” Taylor said. “What have I got to gain?”

“I don’t know, how much were they paying you?” Emmy said bitterly.

“Emmy, you’re my only friend! Do you realise how difficult it is for me to go and just talk to people? I was bridesmaid at your wedding, everyone knows who I am! Why would I throw away the only true friend I have?”

Emmy hesitated; Taylor’s eyes were wide and sincere, they were brimming with tears at the thought that Emmy didn’t trust her. She desperately wanted to believe her – and her gut was telling her that Taylor was speaking the truth. “So it was Chris, that’s what you’re saying?”

“Well, it wasn’t me,” Taylor said. “So yes, it must have been him.”

“Has he said anything about it?”

“I haven’t seen him since yesterday morning, he spent the night at Kian’s,” Taylor said. “He spends pretty much all his time with Kian, I don’t see him that much any more.”

Emmy didn’t really care whether Taylor and Chris’ friendship was breaking down, she didn’t care about either of them right now, but it was true that she also hadn’t seen Chris in ages, and ties were easier to sever when they were loose. Maybe…maybe it had been Chris. He certainly didn’t have the same problem as Taylor – most people didn’t know who he was, he was still free to go to a bar and speak to strangers, while Taylor was hounded by the paparazzi almost as bad as Emmy.

Emmy sighed, running a hand through her hair and tipping her head back, gazing up at the perfectly blue sky. She didn’t know what to do or say.

“Emmy?!” A shout came from behind her, and she turned to see Zach hurrying across the grass towards them. “Everything okay?!”

She nodded, throwing him a reassuring smile. He’d been alerted to the news, and seeing her there talking to Taylor could easily be seen, in his eyes, as a risky situation. “I’m okay, we’re just talking.”

He reached them, flicking her floppy blond hair out of his eyes, and nodded. “Good, I wasn’t expecting you to have company.”

“Since when is it usually a problem?” Taylor said, somewhat irritably. She looked at Emmy. “Did you tell your people not to trust me?”

“No, we all reached that conclusion on our own,” Emmy said rudely, then sighed. She truly didn’t think it had been Taylor, and she felt bad for being mean, but she didn’t want to let her think that everything was okay. She turned to Zach. “Really, Zach, I’m fine. You can go.”

He looked between the two women, his gaze hard. Emmy had to admit, Zach was the PO that appeared to take his job the most seriously. She found that Kev, and Harry’s Brian and Jamie were very good at looking relaxed while doing their job. Ever since Zach had failed and had let the woman in the bathroom try and attack Emmy, he had stepped up. He was very protective now.

“You just call me if you need anything, okay?” he said, eyes concerned. She nodded, smiling. Zach was her favourite PO, too. He was one of the few people she considered a friend now, but she still wondered whether that was only because he was paid to.

She watched Zach head back into Kensington Palace, where his staff apartment was, and then she turned back to Taylor.

“Look,” Emmy said. “I need to go, I’ve got a visit to the Science Museum this afternoon. But-”

“Emmy, it really wasn’t me,” Taylor said, sounding heartbroken.

Emmy took a deep breath. “I…I believe you. At least, I do right now. I need to speak to Chris about this whole thing too. Just, do me a favour? Don’t discuss this with Chris at all, okay? I don’t know how much he knows, but I don’t want him to think that I’m blaming him and not you. Because I still don’t know who to trust. You’re both still in pretty deep, right now.”

Taylor nodded. “I know, I’m just…Emmy, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s…okay.” Emmy managed a smile. “It’s okay.”

Taylor looked like she wanted to hug her to apologise, but then thought better of it. Emmy watched her walk back towards the palace, back towards the gate. Emmy sighed. When did life get so difficult?

And as she unlocked the front door to the cottage, her engagement and wedding rings glittered in the sunshine. Oh right. That was when.

Emmy felt sick as her and Claire rode in the car on their way to the Science Museum. She was unveiling a new exhibition on the history of the locomotive, but that wasn’t the scariest part. There were going to be so many press there, she was sure. And not only that, but she had a speech to give and a walkabout outside to endure. The nerves were silencing her.

Claire was looking out the window when her phone pinged. “Oh, that’s Ed. He’s managed to get on a flight this evening. He’ll be home in the morning.”

“That’s good,” Emmy murmured.

“Oh, also – he spoke to Harry before he left.”

Emmy’s heart leapt at the sound of Harry’s name. Oh goodness, was Harry coming home too?!

“Harry’s going to phone you tonight on the satellite phone,” Claire said.

The immediate disappointment that Harry was not boarding the flight with his secretary was instantly masked by the excitement of speaking to him again, of hearing his voice. She broke into a wide smile.

“That cheered you up,” Zach teased from the driver’s seat.

“I get to speak to Harry?” she quoted breathlessly.

“Yep,” Claire said, grinning. “That’ll get you through today, won’t it?”

Truth be told, it was the only thing that stopped Emmy from breaking down in tears that day.

There were so many cameras and journalists, many simply mingling with the crowds outside. They shouted questions at her, some asking about the choice of names, whether she really had already chosen them, others demanding to know why the palace hadn’t done anything about the rat, whether the stories were being leaked by the palace themselves for more publicity. As Emmy walked round and met the members of the public who had waited to see her, the journalists were always there, the paparazzi always shouting intrusive questions. While Kev and Jamie did their best to reign them in, Zach was the only PO free to accompany Emmy round the walkabout.

“Hello,” Emmy said to a little girl, who was stood waving a union jack. “I love your dress, very pretty!”

“Thank you!” the girl said with a lisp.

“Are these for me?” Emmy said time and time again, as she received cards and flowers from people. “Thank you so much!”

Someone got her a little Babygro with ‘Feed me, peasants’ written on it, and Emmy genuinely laughed so hard that she felt tears in her eyes. She forced herself to stop – people were going to think she was losing her mind.

She felt very alone out in the midst of all the people, but Zach was always closeby. She would hand him her gifts, and in turn he would give them to Claire. There were so many bouquets of flowers that Emmy was sure her house would be smelling sweet for weeks.

“Nice to meet you,” Emmy said, shaking someone’s hand before posing with a selfie.

“How long is it now?” someone asked her, looking at her bump.

“Um, three months to go,” Emmy said, cupping her swollen abdomen and beaming. “Although I’ve still got so much to do.” She made a scared face.

“It must be difficult without Harry here,” someone else said.

“It really is, I miss him dreadfully,” Emmy said, her heart tugging at the thought of speaking to him that evening. “But he’s out there doing the trek for an amazing cause. It’ll be worth it.”

She continued down the barrier, shaking hand after hand and posing for endless photos with people. And then, suddenly, as her hand closed around someone’s ready to shake it, she felt them gripping harder. Very hard. They tugged on her arm and she stumbled forward, her eyes meeting a pair of dark, angry ones.

Before she could fall, Zach had grabbed her and pulled her hand out of the man’s grasp, pulling her away as some police on the other side of the fence grabbed him. Emmy’s heart was hammering in her chest, not too sure what had happened, and she looked up into Zach’s furious face. He was making sure the man had been taken away. Without thinking, Emmy shrugged out of his hold and moved on to the next person, her forced smile back on her face.

Once the walkabout was over, Claire hurried over to her. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Emmy said nonchalantly.

“What on Earth did he do?” Claire said in a hushed voice, turning on Zach now. “You were very fast.”

“I have good reflexes,” Zach said, smirking. “Shame Harry wasn’t here to see me doing my job.”

Emmy rolled her eyes. “The guy just grabbed my arm and pulled me, that’s all.”

Claire still looked concerned, but Emmy smiled and extended her hand to the head of the museum, ready for her tour.

Although she’d kept it together for the tour, the second she was home and the door to Nottingham Cottage was shut, she burst into tears. She was now used to these sudden urges to break down and cry – she put it down to her hormones – but her day had been so many different kinds of bad. She had to try and figure out which of her best friends had sold her out to the papers, while dealing with the paparazzi harassing her about leaking the stories herself to try and get more interest. And then someone had tried to attack her in the crowd. Could the day get any worse?

It could – they were out of strawberries.

“Fuck!” Emmy snapped, slamming the fridge door and wiping the tears from her eyes. When did she become so hopeless at life?

Oh well, it was only strawberries.

Strawberries. The thought set her mouth watering. Oh, wow she wanted some strawberries right now.

She should just go out and get some.

But she couldn’t. She would need at least one PO to go with her, and even then dealing with the paparazzi wouldn’t be worth it. She could ask Claire to go get them for her? No, Claire had already gone home. Besides, Claire had a family to go and look after.

The answer hit her – Zach.

She found his name in her phone and quickly called him, desperately hoping that he would answer. She really wanted some strawberries now.

“Emmy? You okay?”

“Yeah, I was…just wondering if you wouldn’t mind going to get something for me? from Sainsbury’s?”

He was silent for a moment, and then asked, “What do you need?”

“Um…some strawberries?”

He barked a laugh. “Oh, this stupid craving of yours? Sure, I’ll go get some.”

“I thought, even if I went myself you’d have to go with me, and then we’d have to deal with the cameras.”

“Sure, don’t worry. I’ll be about ten minutes.”

Emmy was sat eating breadsticks while watching Modern Family when he arrived. He’d brought with him four boxes of strawberries, and he was grinning.

“I hope this is enough,” he said.

She laughed with delight, taking them from him and placing them in the kitchen. “Thank you! Let me pay you!”

“You already pay me,” he said, leaning against the doorframe, but he took the fiver that she gave him.

“Don’t spend it all on sweets,” she teased.

He chuckled. “Are you planning on going anywhere this evening?”

“No, you’re free to go out and get drunk,” she said lightly, knowing that was what he did on his nights off. “Just remember – no guests in the palace.”

Zach laughed. “I’d be lucky if that were a problem. Anyway, see you tomorrow.”

“Thanks for the strawberries!”

Emmy cut the heads off and shoved two in her mouth at once. These were good strawberries, nice and sweet, sometimes they could be too watery. Zach had chosen good ones.

It was funny how good strawberries could just turn her day good again.

She was curled on the sofa watching a film that evening when her phone rung. She’d worried that she would fall asleep and miss him, but there was no risk of that happening. She was so excited to speak to him.

“Hello?” she asked, answering immediately.

“Heyyyy baby,” he sang.

“Harry! Oh my god, I’ve missed you so much!” The sound of his voice set her tearducts into overdrive, and she tried to fight the sensation; she was just so happy to hear him.

“I’ve missed you too, darling,” he said, his deep voice as velvety and eloquent as ever. “Damn, I miss you so much.”

“Oh Harry,” she said, crying. “It’s so hard here without you.”

The sound of her crying broke his heart. He was sat on a boulder on the edge of the river, while the rest of the group sat around and ate dinner. He felt so far away from her. “Em, don’t cry.”

“You don’t understand the day I’ve had,” she said, then laughed shakily. “It was Taylor or Chris, Harry-”

“I know, I spoke to Edward yesterday,” he said gently. “The guys are getting jealous because I keep having to use the phone.” He sounded playful. She didn’t respond. “I’m sorry that it’s your friends. Do you know which one, yet?”

“I think it’s Chris. My gut tells me it’s not Taylor, but still-” Her voice broke, and she swallowed. “I want you to come home.”

“It’s only three more days,” he pointed out. “Don’t worry, I’ll be home before you know it.”

“I feel so lonely,” she said. “I went out with your cousins the other day and it was really nice, but the second I got home I felt so lonely. This house is too big without you.”

“I’m sorry, Em, I wish I hadn’t left you to deal with it all on your own,” he said. “I wish I could just hug you and make it okay.”

The thought of his arms around her sent warmth through her veins. “I wish you were here.”

“I wish I was there too, do you realise how many mosquito bites I’ve had since we’ve been here? Luke says it’s because I’m ginger, but I resent that.”

“Luke?”

“He’s the guy I share a tent with,” Harry said, and his voice betrayed the grin on his face. Emmy guessed that Luke was there with him. “He’s a twat.” Laughter echoed from nearby, and Emmy giggled too.

“I bet you’re having fun, sharing with a guy,” she teased lightly.

“I’d much rather be sharing with you,” he said. “Although I’m not sure that would work. We have to rest at night, and I know how insatiable you are.”

Emmy gasped, outraged, then laughed lightly. “Well, it’s been nearly a month. Just imagine how insatiable I’ll be when you get home.”

Harry groaned at that, at the thought, at how much he wanted her. “Oh don’t worry, baby, I’ll keep up with you.”

She giggled. “Sounds good. Although I’m a bit bigger than when you left.”

“All those goddamn strawberries, huh?”

She paused, just about to put a strawberry in her mouth. “No.”

He chuckled. “How’s everything going with our little princess?”

“Okay. I feel her move quite a bit now. And I am definitely craving strawberries. Other than that, everything’s fine.”

“I think about her all the time,” he said. “And you, of course, but her too. I wonder what she’s going to be like. I wonder what eyes and hair she’s going to have, what she’s going to sound like when she gets older.”

Emmy smiled. “I started looking at some furniture for the nursery.”

“Oh yeah? What colour are we going for?”

“Well, I thought it was safer to stick with pale yellow,” Emmy said. “And then we can get pale pink accessories once she’s born, just in case Abigail was wrong.”

“Good idea,” he said. “You go ahead and buy anything you want, okay? Don’t paint though. I’ll paint it when I get home, I don’t want you inhaling the fumes.”

Emmy rolled her eyes. “It’s perfectly safe, everyone paints their own nursery.”

“But still,” he said. “Let me do it, okay?”

“Okay,” she said. “What are you doing now?”

“We’re stopping for something to eat and then we’re trekking to our place to spend the night.”

“You must be so tired,” she said.

“Yeah, but I’m so much fitter now than when we started,” he said. “It’s insane. Also, I don’t know how you’re going to feel about this, but I have grown a pretty full on beard.”

She laughed. “Sounds good.”

“Yeah?”

“Mm-hmm,” she said, giggling. “You look good with a beard, I remember a few years ago when you had one.”

He chuckled. “Back when you were stalker-Emmy.”

“Actually, I was only like 16 at the time.”

“Okay, okay,” he said hastily, always freaked out by how young she was. “Well, I’m glad you’re looking forward to my beard. It’s very scratchy and annoying though.”

“To be honest, I’m just looking forward to you getting home.”

He laughed lightly. “I’m just looking forward to getting home. I need to sleep for a week after this.”

“Well, don’t hold your breath,” she said. “I don’t have much sleeping planned.”

That sent a burn through his veins, and he swallowed at the thought of that, forcing the delicious images from his mind. “Emmy, stop, do you know how difficult it will be to trek with a hardon.”

She dissolved into giggles. “Sorry not sorry.”

“Just you wait til I get home-”

“Oh I am,” she said. “I can’t wait.”

Someone called Harry on his end, and Emmy hesitated, listening to Harry reply, then Harry sighed. “I have to go.”

The thought of not talking to him broke her heart. “I miss you,” she said desperately.

“I miss you too, baby,” he said. “I just phoned to make sure that you’re okay after everything that happened. I didn’t want you to think that I don’t care.”

“I know you care,” she murmured. “I love you.”

“I love you too, darling,” he said. “Just think. Three days to go.”

“Yes,” she said breathlessly, excited. “Three days and then you’re all mine.”

He chuckled. “Love you.”

“Love you too.”

Emmy wasn’t ready to hang up, but then the line went dead and the silence of the house echoed around her once more. She dropped her hand to her bump just as the little baby started to kick, and she wiped a tear from her cheek. Three days. It was only three days. She could do it.

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Tagged by my salt shaker @reddragonlilly7 Dziękować ;) 

1. Have you ever been on a Roller coaster? If so what and where was the best one? Nope.

2. Do you believe in ghosts? If yes, why? Yes, because world with ghosts looks more interesting.

3. If you were a Tolkien race, what would you be and why?

Human. I would be some poor motherfucker who was eaten by an orc in the first scene or something.

4. What is your Hogwarts house? The test said Gryffindor but my hears says Slytherin.

5. Favorite book or series of books?

The Witcher saga by Andrzej Sapkowski. I love fantasy and this series showed me the different, more brutal and ugly side of the genre. 6. Did you party hearty in high school? Wild child or good kid? My introverted ass preferred stayed at home. Plus I had some health issues and lived outside the town, so going to the parties was not the best idea. Returning home in the middle of the night, walking through the woods was not my fav thing to do either :P

7. Favourite kind of candy?

Polish krówki:

8. Dream vacation?

Iceland, Siberia and Japan.

9. Your first crush you remember having?

When I think about it… I’ve never had a crush. I blame my ace/aro ass.

10. Do you refill the toilet paper roll so you pull from over or under? IMPORTANT! there is only 1 right answer

It’s 8 AM and it’s far too early for my not English native brain to understand it, but I can assure you all, I wipe my ass.

11. Rank all the famous Chris actors from fave to least fave

Chris The Alien

Chris The Hammer

Chris The Tight American Pants

12. What is your favorite band and why?

I can’t decide: my first two metal babies Nightwish or Rammstein. My big bro brought them in the same time and harassed me and my whole family (and neighbors) with their music and I could or murdered him or tried to like that dreadful music, so I liked them. Nightwish introduced me to symphonic metal and one of the most beautiful voices on this planet. Rammstein ended my childhood. And they sing about very controversial things and God, their concerts are a nuclear blast.

13. Who has been your longest celebrity crush?

Well, I don’t really crush, but the closest to the definition is Misha Collins. 

14. What game or movie universe would you like to live in?

Star Wars

15. What is one item you splurge on? Books. Me and a bookstore it’s a really BAD idea. 16. How would you like to be remembered? I don’t? 17. What is the best thing that happened to you this week? Polish long weekend – 1st and 3rd May are holiday, so instead of going to work I stayed at home, ate, slept, watched shit and focused on my 2000 pieces jigsaw. 18. Who is your idol and why? Misha Collins. They guy is weird, sarcastic, intelligent, charming and simply my hero. I also love John Oliver. 19. What is the one song that means the most to you? Veil of Elysium by Kamelot. When my mom passed away on February it helped me a lot. 20. If you were the last person on Earth what would you do? Probably sleep a lot, eat, read, adopt a cat or two and cry, because there would be no electricity, so no music and no Internet. 21. What is one of your favorite smells? Lilac 22. Ice cream or Sorbet? Warm or Cold? Sunsets or Sunrises? Sorbet. Cold. Sunsets.

[hellomissmabel]

“Breakfast in bed really isn’t that original, you dork”

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Chris Beck x reader

Warnings: FLUFFY with a tiny bit of sexual references

Word count: 1.688

Summary: After Chris returns to Earth, you are finally able to peacefully wake up in his arms again, or so you think.

A/N: Part of the Valentine’s challenge as hosted by @oneshot-shit (prompt in bold) and this is also for the amazing @writing-soldiers, seriously, go check her out!

The alarm goes off, the radio playing another song from the nineties hit parade. I mutter a remarkable series of profanities under my breath (FYI, I swear like a sailor) before my pointer finger makes contact with the right button and slamming it with all the might I can muster up at…

“CHRIS! IT’S FUCKING 6.30 IN THE MORNING!,” you yell at the top of your lungs, not even bothering to be subtle about your obvious dismay or if your outburst wakes up any of the neighbours as well.

Next to you, Chris groans and murmurs “I know, I did that on purpose.” His voice is gruff as a drowsy haze still covers him like one of the many blankets you use to stay warm given you both sleep in the nude and the nights tend to get a little chilly around the apartment, the heater working only when it feels like it. You make a mental note to call the maintenance guy once you finish giving your boyfriend an earful.

“WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THAT? Chris, baby, it’s your first day back on earth,” you whisper forcefully as his arm reaches out to touch the empty space next to him, fingers tickling your naked skin as they try to catch you before you leap out of the bed so you can take a sip of the glass of water you have in case a sudden drought hits your throat in the middle of the night. All that screaming has made your throat run dry.

“It’s a surprise,” he replies groggily, missing the warmth of your body pressed against his. “Now come back here.”

You huff in response before climbing back in and snuggling up to his naked frame. Last night Chris came home from a 6 month long space mission and you celebrated his return with an intimate massage, the last thing you promised him before sending him off into the great big unknown, never knowing if he’ll make it out alive or get stranded on board, floating somewhere in the middle of thousands of inhabited planets, seeking out new life and new civilizations, going where no man has ever gone before and all that Star Trek jazz.

His nose nudges the shell of your ear as his lips brush your neck. “What kind of surprise did the good doctor Beck have in mind?” Your voice is velvety smooth as you tease his sculpted chest with your nails, slowly raking them further down until they reach his soft curls. You’re not the least bit surprised to see he’s got a little situation going on in the downstairs department, his morning wood proudly stroking his stomach.

“I think I know it already,” you hum mischievously, playfully biting his chiselled jaw as he releases a low moan. You blow a trail of raspberries down his neck and when your breath fans his collarbone, one of your fingers captures that single beat of precum leaking from the angry red tip of his now fully-erect cock.

“That’s not exactly what I had planned, Y/N,” Chris retorts with a tiny smile, opening one of his eyes and squinting as he adjusts to the sunlight streaming in, falling between the curtains of your master bedroom. You continue to gently ease his cock in one hand and palm his balls with the other until Chris hisses in delight and you hook your legs around his waist, turning to your side so he can experience for himself how turned on you are as well, your glistening wet folds rubbing against his aroused shaft.

“Y/N,” he tries again when your hips apply a little more pressure, the tip of his penis gingerly parting your labia. “If you don’t stop now you won’t get your surprise.”

A light frown creases your forehead and you sigh exasperatedly at his reluctance to indulge you. “Fine,” you relent, resting on your back again, eyes trained on the ceiling in disappointment.

Next to you Chris is grinning like the huge dork he is before pecking your lips and rolling over, his legs dangling over the edge of the bed before he makes his way towards the kitchen, swaying his hips exaggeratedly and you give his buttocks a playful squeeze before slapping them so he’d hurry up a bit and feed you, his already starving girlfriend, giggling as he gasps in mock scandal and shoots you an annoyed but highly smug smirk.

While Chris is tinkling with some kitchen utensils, no doubt preparing for a lengthy breakfast in bed (and perhaps some shower sex afterwards), you move to gather your clothes scattered all around the floor, settling on wearing a grey NASA t-shirt that reaches just below the curve of your ass. Five minutes later Chris emerges, still in his Adam’s costume, carefully balancing a tray full of tasty delicacies in front of you before grabbing his black boxer briefs from where he left them, adorning the armchair at the other end of the room.

“Breakfast in bed really isn’t that original, you dork. Next time, I want a blanket fort,” you smile softly as you connect your lips with his in a gracefully light kiss. His arms snake around your waist and he nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in your honey scent and just generally enjoying himself while watching you devour the food he so lovingly prepared.

“Then it’s good this wasn’t my surprise,” he retorts with a grin and you come to a halt mid-bite, your mouth showcasing the half-eaten scone you’d been munching on. It’s hardly elegant but it makes your boyfriend smile even wider so it’s worth all the embarrassment. Besides, Chris didn’t fall in love with you because you’re such a lady but because you’re adorable and clumsy and his favourite cuddle buddy of all.

“Well, what are you waiting for?,” you jokily shove his chest before lacing your fingers in his tousled locks and pulling him closer so you can place a tender kiss on his cheek, his face breaking into a huge smile.

“Maybe you should take a better look at that rose, babe.” Your eyes follow his as they fall on the rose neatly draped across the tray and from the corner of your eye you see Chris swallowing thickly, blood rushing towards his already rosy cheeks as a slight blush tints them a smidge darker.

“I’ll give you a hint. The petals contain the final clue.” He winks at you and you divert your attention back at the delicate rose in your fingers, noticing a faint blueish twinkle radiating from the heart of the red flower.

“Oh my God, Chris,” you clasp your hand in front of your mouth, too stunned by the engagement ring with a princess cut diamond staring you in the face to notice that Chris has slid off the bed and has walked over to your side, getting down on one knee right in front of you.

“Don’t cry yet, Y/N,” he laughs nervously and you let him take your hands in his. “Y/N, baby, I’ve been meaning to do this a lot sooner.”

His words are slurred with tears brimming behind those cerulean puddles of his and you try to suppress the hiccups originating from the invisible strings tugging at the corners of your fluttering heart, working their way up from the back of your throat and towards your kiss-swollen lips. They’re pleading to be caressed by the lips of this wonderful man, this extremely lovable man proposing to you with the most beautiful sapphire ring you’ve ever encountered, the colour almost an exact match to Chris’ eyes and you just know, you just know how much thought he’s put into finding the perfect ring for the occasion.

“YES!”, you exclaim, barely able to contain your excitement as you resist the urge to throw yourself on him, your hands and his both trembling in knowing anticipation.

“Y/N, please let me finish, will you?,” he smirks and you nod fiercely until the dizziness kicks in, mirroring the sweet smile playing on Chris’ lips.

“I have felt this way for a really long time, knowing in the pit of my stomach and from the bottom of my heart that it’s you and that it’s always going to be you. My life didn’t start until the day you joined our team, when you asked me what kind of doctor I was and I answered that I was a doctor of the soul. You released the sweetest of sounds when you snorted at how silly I was acting, given you were the new team psychologist, here to make sure we wouldn’t kill each other off in a psychotic frenzy before we could actually go on that next potentially life-threatening mission.”

Chris inhales deeply, smiling despite the anguish coursing through his veins, blurring his vision and making his entire system go breakeven. “Y/N Y/L/N, I will love you until my body stops working, my blood stops flowing, my heart stops beating and my lungs give out. Y/N,” he pleads, eyes earnest and voice shaking, “Will you let me love you through the darkest of days and until the end of times? Will you do me the honour and let me love you as my wife? Will you marry me?,” Chris asks, his blood pounding in his ears, followed by a hushed “Please say yes.”

He chews idly on his bottom lip, hoping your answer will be affirmative because he really doesn’t remember where he left the receipt of the ring thinking and hoping he wouldn’t need to take the cashier up on that return policy.

“I already said yes, you goofball!,” you reassure him and he chuckles at the cockiness in your voice, so soft and kind and full of love. You are practically glowing, your eyes flickering to his lips before locking with his.

A dry laugh escapes from his throat and you cradle his face in your hands, Chris tilting his neck so he can reach you better, releasing a long breath against the curves of your lips.

“Is this original enough for you?”

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