#i have not loved a character as much as i love harcourt in a LONG time

[kudzushadow]

hopping on the peacemaker train SO late but emilia harcourt carried the show... why does nobody talk about her more?

[hellorhighrollers]

CORNLEY DOES ANYTHING GOES

anything goes is my favourite musical ever, and i was wondering who would play who if cornley ever put on a production of it! the casting fit so perfectly that i thought i would share my findings with the world (of tumblr). so without any further ado, here is anything goes, goes wrong!

JONATHAN HARRIS as BILLY CROCKER

honestly perfect casting on chris’ part. jonathan definitely has the skills to take on such a major role as the leading man, plus he shares a lot of similarities with billy’s personality! now we just have to hope he can get through those pesky doors…

SANDRA WILKINSON as RENO SWEENEY

sandra is THE girl for this role. she has the star persona, the perfect level of juuust teetering on being too overdramatic, and of course the strength and dedication to take on a role this large. you just know she will work so hard on this role and absolutely perfect it! well, as long as there are no snags in the actual show that is.

MAX BENNETT as LORD EVELYN OAKLEIGH

now, who to cast as the overly smiley guy who is a bit silly and needs to be absolutely enamoured with reno? why not the overly smiley guy who is a bit silly and is absolutely enamoured with the person playing reno! you could not find a role more suited to max bennett if you TRIED.

VANESSA WILCOCK-WYNN-CARROWAY as HOPE HARCOURT

vanessa has the much-needed sweetness that is crucial in a role like hope harcourt! although being nervous at first, she can definitely take on a role of this size, as her more recent roles in play of the week have shown. she has also undertaken roles with an underlying defiance before and this one is no different, definitely a character that suits her skill set! plus, she 100% has the high vocal range suited for this role.

ROBERT GROVE as MOONFACE MARTIN

ohhh robert is going to LOVE this role. the undercover gangster who is pretty crabby but with a soft spot? and he gets to carry a gun and be a humorous role? this will probably be his favourite character that he’s ever played.

ANNIE TWILLOIL as ERMA LATOUR

the fun-loving, flirty, confident female icon? are we describing annie or erma here? this role gives annie the chance to show off and let her true self shine. and, of course, she can flaunt her impressive set of pipes in buddie beware!

DENNIS TYDE as ELISHA WHITNEY

whoever could play the bumbling idiot? well, why not cast: a bumbling idiot! ‘nuff said.

LUCY GROVE as EVANGELINE HARCOURT

they needed a woman to play this role, and it was small enough of a part that they thought maybe lucy would be up for a challenge. with a bit of coaching from robert and sandra on (over)acting, she could play this character perfectly well! fingers crossed she manages to overcome her stage fright! and if not, the character is mostly scared all the time anyways?

CHRIS BEAN as SHIP’S CAPTAIN

an extremely small role for chris for once! but the cast really fit so perfectly, how could he not have them play the characters he gave them! honestly, he is extremely proud of his casting decisions. just sneak in a little multiroling for the remaining characters (or maybe getting some of the stagehands to join in? plus he could always contact francis to play the purser! could he even convince trevor to be henry t dobson?), then find out if they really need a chorus anyways, and this will be his best show yet! and of course if something goes wrong he could always, well, just step in as one of the other characters… nobody knows but he has secretly been learning billy crockers lines……

[ribcageteeth]

seventeen people, seventeen questions.

Thanks to @secretkeeper007 for tagging me (like two weeks ago now whoops lmao)

Nickname: Lulu, but only a few people use it

Sign: Cancer. I don't know my whole chart off the top of my head but I'm pretty sure I'm double cancer somewhere in there

Height: 5' 5"

Last thing i googled: Jean Cocteau's La Belle et la Bete costume references

Song stuck in my head: Here Be Monsters by Ed Harcourt

# of followers: 121, at lest 90 of which are mutuals who migrated with me from sailurmars (love you guys!!)

Amount of sleep: Around 8 hours, but usually between 3-11 a.m.

Lucky number: 73

Dream job: Full-time student. I want to just keep studying new subjects forever. If higher education didn't cost money I probably wouldn't have left.

Wearing: Ninja Turtle sweatpants, big black knit sweater with a big red pentagram

Movies/books that summarize you: Hellboy (2004), The Wicker Man (1973), Dolls (1987), Gothic (1986), Howl's Moving Castle (book)

Favorite song: as of now it's either, Syke! Life Is Awesome! by Bomb The Music Industry! or Banks by Lincoln. Ask again tomorrow for a new answer!

Aesthetic: Kinda like if Peter Capaldi's character in The Lair of the White Worm was dressed by Klaus Hargreeves

Favorite authors: I've been avoiding long series, so usually when I read a book, that's the only one by that author. The only authors whose bodies of work I've explored very thoroughly are Stephen King and R.L. Stein (and Dean Koontz, but just because I've read a lot of his stuff doesn't mean I like it lmao). I'll list C.K. Walker here too, why not, idk how much they've actually published, but their short stories are solid

Favorite animal noise: Crow and raven calls, but especially when they mimic other sounds like human speech or fire alarms. Gremlins, the lot of them.

gonna tag @aceofvase @isabellthebitchyghost @spooksohana @theonyxranger and @naturallyoccurringminotaur <3 <3 <3

[f1nalboys]

Peacemaker Season 1, Episode 1 Live Post

(this is just a collection of my thoughts as i watch through peacemaker <3)

-the recap of the movie after i put off watching episode 1 so i could watch the movie

-i will start this by saying i did not like him in the movie, he was sorta funny but he’s so fucking douchey which i suppose is the point HOWEVER here’s hoping he’s at least funny or the side characters and plot r good enough for me to power through (spoiler it is and also he’s growing on me)

-john cena ass

-“aqua man fucks fish? I DONT BELIEVE IT” JDJWONCKS ok fine FINE . this is a little funny

-ok this opening scene is funny hehe

-the way he’s walking out of the hospital is so fucking funny like a kid who just stole a toy in a shop and is trying to get the hell out

-HES DANCING

-THE OPENINF CREDITS???,,,,,

-i see my man Adrian in the background tho 🗣️🗣️

-these opening credits are. something fr….i enjoyed it tbh IFNWKDNSJD so fucking dumb i love

-DANIELLE BROOKSSSSS!!!! my beloved

-IS SHE GAY IS SHE GAY GUYS

-SHES GAYYYYYYYTYT OH MY GOD 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

-HE TOOK HIS HELMETJSJXJSJDJD deserved

-the vigilante voicemails JFKWODNKWJD i’m giggling hes <3

-“my life fucking suck!” me core

-i love superhero movies/tv shows where they can curse

-peacemaker winking at harcourt (? is that how it’s spelled) and her flipping him off <3

-john eating his food <3

-LEOTAAAAAA love her she’s so :,) she just has so much love HER LONG SPEECH ABT HOW EXCITED SHE IS TO BE WORKING W THEM JDJDIDJSJD IM GIGGLING

-she is the love of my life

-“how the FUCK am i supposed to fight a mothra without a jet pack?”

-he has a side kick named eagley

-i like the soundtrack

-THE AMEIRCAN FLAG CARRRR IM SICK

-his dad being robert patrick

-NOT THR FACT ATTACK FOX NEWS BULLSHITTTTT

-oh so his dads a cunt got it

-don’t make me feel bad for this mf GOD DAMN KT every time a man has daddy issues i’m like :( i could fix him :(

-EAGLEYYYYY

-EAGLEY IS HUGGING HIMMMMMM :,)

-man FUCK auggie smith

-they’re being mean to leota. i will be killimg james and emilia.

-“nice gaslighting” shut uooisnfownfiwnf

-men bonding with their evil dads 🙄

-IS HE DYING I HOPE HES DEADDDDDDD

-he’s alive.

-u want to spoil myself and see if he beats the fuck out of his dad i hope so 🙏🙏 need someone to edit christopher to that modern baseball song

-“i never gave you a second thought while you were in there” ok and if i kill you, then what????

-ok so his dad is racist got it

-stop everyone is so mean to him why do i feel bad for him

-them being mad he called her sweet cheeks JFJWIFJJWD

-ADRIANNNN

-HES HEREEEEEEEE

-DYE BEARDDDD

-giggling

-“you always gonna be this difficult?” “yep!” MEEEE

-ADRIANS DANCEJDIDNJEJD TWEERK IT AND TWERK IT

-HIS BUTT DANCEDJWIDNIWJDJS

-oh i’m in love with him….

-HIS EXCUSESJSNFKWNDKSNDN oh he’s so funny

-i have feelings for him.

-leota and christopher r gonna be besties <3

-I LOVE HERRRRRR

-“you hubbed up” SHUT UPPODNSIWND

-him explaining HFKWICNWJ

-sorry he just said they called his dick chimp arm

-anyways leota calling him sweet cheeks :,) BESTIESSSSS

-EAGLEY EASILT BEST CHARSCTERRRR HES STICKINF HIS HEAD AND TONGUE OUT THE WINDOWWW

-ew tell me he and emilia aren’t gonna have a weird love interest thing

-OH ok she’s a girlboss

-him falling in love w her like get in like bitch

-“that was so fucking hot” me

-me when women are cunty >>>>>

-“no touching past here….no fuck it it’s gotta be here i have to touch your boobs sorry” JFKWOFNWODNISDB

-major tits

-HIM SCREAMING FREEDOM AS HES HAVING SEXX SHUT UPIDBDIANC

-oooh leota is working double time w amanda waller

-OH

-AMANDA IS HER MOMMMMMNNN

-OH SHIT

-this man and his tighty whities 😭

-“this is back to when men were real men because they weren’t afraid to be women” oeriod peacemaker

-the amount of veins on thid man is crazy

-guys is there a sex scene with adrian i wanna see that man’s dick 🗣️🗣️🗣️ i know he fucks good

-sorry

-IM FISNXOWNDONS

-“i gotta thank you you for tonight. i was having a crazy fucked up day, but when i was in your pussy back there, i felt, i don’t know, fucking hope!” IM IN AWE AT THIS SHOW

-him singing into the vibrator ENDIWNDONW

-oh she’s gonna try to kill him

-HES HOLDING IT ON HIS FACE STOPSBDISND

-the soundtrack once again is rlly good

-kick her ass chris 🗣️🗣️

-GOOD LORD WHI IS THUS

-WHAT THE HELL JS SHE

-SHES TRYINF TI BREAK HIS SKULL

-no bc i’m so confused 😭😭😭

-EAGLEYYY

-OH MY fucking GODDD

-he sonic boomed her ass to a pulp

-AWESOME

-eagley bringing him a dead animal to make him feel better :(((

-ok end credit scene and then final thoughts

-SCABIES

-“this one will give you scabies” “scabies? why would i want scabies” “to challenge urself” BFIWJCOJS

-ok snort that was fun OK FINAL THOUGHTS OF THAT EPISODE

THIS WAS A GREAT FIRST EPISODE!!! they had everyone introduced in a good way, gave some characterization and backstory to everyone without it being too heavy handed, the fight scenes were fun, the characters are all interesting so far!!! 8.5/10 only bc i need more adrian 🙏🙏 OK ONTO EPISODE 2 >:)

[bippot]

The Distraction

Story Summary -> Every now and then Peacemaker has a solo mission. Whenever these happen, Vigilante has to be distracted so he doesn't make the solo into a duo. The only person that is capable of that is the girl that Adrian hates... no, that can't be right. He doesn't hate her, not really. Quite the opposite, actually.

Tags -> Friends to Lovers, Fluff and Smut, Movie Night, Inspired by Scream (Movies), Cock Warming, Blow Jobs, Awkwardness, Ghostface Mask (Scream), Roleplay

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There was something about Y/N that Adrian didn't like. She wasn't particularly mean. She wasn't incompetent. She wasn't overly uncouth. He never could put his finger on why she irked him so much. All he knew is that there was something different about her from the rest of the 11th Street Kids and that if someone were to ask him what it was, he wouldn't have the faintest idea what to pinpoint.

"Black coffee for Harcourt," Y/N said as she placed the cup in front of Emilia. Of course she left Adrian till last. She always did. "And winner of the sweetest order known to man - or rather man-child - for the third consecutive month, here is your mocha cookie crumble frappuccino with two sugars, Adrian."

His drink appeared before him with a flick of her wrist. It looked good, no matter who gave it to him. It smelled heavenly. He took a sip, closed his eyes, and sighed blissfully at the taste. For the next few hours, he'd be on a sugar high.

"Y/N, take him with you to the store," Emilia ordered. There was no way she was keeping Adrian around when he would be jumping around the room, making annoying noises and distracting everyone from their work. Plus, somehow, Y/N could contain him. She had the patience to deal with his long rambles of nonsense and endless questions. It drove most people insane.

Not Y/N though. She simply smiled and nodded. "Come on, bud. We're doing a medicine run."

"Hate it when you call me that," he muttered under his breath as he stood up from his seat with a huff. He followed behind her obediently as he drank his drink, holding the cup with both hands to ensure he didn't drop it.

As they walked out, the pair saw Chris walking towards them. He was late. Like usual. That's one thing Adrian loved about Chris - he managed to make tardiness look cool. Fuck, everything Chris did was cool to Adrian.

"Hey dude!" Adrian yelled cheerfully at his friend and waved. And since they were best friends, Chris would definitely want to know "Tonight is my night off and was thinking, totally just a thought and not something concrete, you know, I'll get some beers and we could hang-"

"Oh my God, your voice is super whiny in the morning."

Seeing the way Adrian's face fell, Y/N couldn't help but retort, "It's one in the afternoon, dickwipe. Get inside. Your coffee, which I should've spat in, is on your desk," and pulled Adrian away to her car before Chris could say something else.

The pair made it to her car in silence, but it didn't last long. As he sat and buckled in, Adrian had to chastise her, "You shouldn't talk to Peacemaker that way. He's a nice dude! And as his number two bestie, I can't see you disrespect him like that."

Rolling her eyes, Y/N started up the engine and drove off. He always did that. If it came to light that Peacemaker had been the one who killed his family, Y/N was doubtful that Adrian would put aside his admiration and try to get revenge. That wasn't the case, but sometimes she wondered why the actual fuck he idolised the big goon so much.

"Okay, buddy."

"Stop calling me that."

Silence ensued again, then Adrian started rambling about his favourite House of The Dragon character, which was Aemond by a long shot because "Not only does he have an eyepatch, like all badasses do, but he delivered one of the coldest lines of the whole show."

Obviously, he was talking about, "I may have lost an eye, but I gained a dragon," and Y/N knew that too as she recited the line to him.

"Yeah! Exactly!"

There it was again. That feeling that made him dislike being around her reared its head. Adrian hated it. He tried to ignore it, even when it became a real problem. Because honestly, what the hell could he possibly do anyway? Fight her? Sure, he could, but that was probably the stupidest plan Adrian had ever come up with.

Hurting her was the last thing he wanted to do.

"Where did that brain of yours go?" she asked. He didn't realise that he'd zoned out until she brought him back to reality, and he found himself staring at her. For a moment, he forgot where they were. Oh right, she was driving…And she was looking directly at him and waiting for an answer...

His throat felt dry. "Um..."

"Ade, you okay?" she prompted, concern clear in her tone.

"Sorry, I was daydreaming."

She narrowed her eyes sceptically at him but chose not to comment on it. She just shook her head, as if telling him not to worry about it, and continued on with their previous conversation, her voice soft and calming and soothing and beautiful, like honey pouring down his ears - which was a contrast to their other friends.

It was always "You fucking idiot" from Harcourt. Or, "Dude, you're so Goddamn weird" from Economos. Sometimes a "What creepy little planet do you live on?" From Adebayo. And, a guaranteed "Not now, dipshit" from Peacemaker. None of that came from Y/N. No, she spoke to Adrian in a kind, gentle tone as if he mattered, as if he were a human being, as if he weren't some freaky piece of shit who was constantly causing trouble for her and their fellow colleagues.

A smile curled onto his lips involuntarily, unbidden and without meaning to, causing the corners of his lips to raise higher than they ever should. This was what Y/N did to Adrian. And he hated it. Hated how she controlled him. How she made him smile and laugh and feel things that he had never felt before. He didn't enjoy it. At all.

But he was powerless to stop himself from doing it. Because, after all, Y/N was pretty cool and funny and cute, and she got along really well with just about anyone. And Adrian, well, Adrian didn't possess such skills. He was alone. And that was fine. He could deal with the loneliness by himself. Alone. Completely alone.

They arrived at the store at the same moment the coffee began to take effect. The first indication that the caffeine rush had started was when Adrian slammed the car door and Y/N was sure that he was only a few newton's away from breaking the window.

"Woah. Careful, tiger."

It worked. His mouth shut, and he nodded. "Sorry. Still not used to having muscles."

As soon as they came across a bin, Adrian nudged Y/N to make a big spectacle out of it when he threw his empty coffee cup at it. "Kobe," he cheered with an expectant grin. He missed the bin and ended up hitting the wall behind it instead. The sound of plastic smashing against the bricks and the unmelted ice going everywhere reverberated through the parking lot.

"Go pick it up."

He complied as quickly as he could. By the time he returned from picking the trash up, Y/N had got a basket and was inside the store, already walking to the pharmacy section. He sauntered over to her, trying to look inconspicuous while taking his sweet time so he could watch every little movement she made. It was his own personal surveillance mission.

Her hair seemed to bounce every time she stepped. Everytime. And every time the bouncing happened, Adrian felt the urge to reach out and touch it, just to watch the way strands swirled around his fingers. Like, was it as soft as it looked? He hoped it was greasy and gross and completely disgusting to touch.

When he got to her side, he stretched to grab the bandages she was trying to grab at but was failing to because she was a little too short. With an almost coy smile, he smiled down at her and tried not to have a heart attack as she gazed up at him with the most beautiful doe eyes he'd ever seen.

Those damn eyes. Did this woman have no shame? Was she purposely flirting with him? Or was she seriously oblivious to all the feelings he was having for her? Either option sucked. Either way, the fact remained that Adrian Chase was experiencing feelings.

Feelings! Of all fucking things! Gross! Uncomfortable, annoying, horrible, embarrassing, disgusting emotions! And, he wasn't sure how much he hated how much it affected him. That was the worst part. Or maybe the worst part was that deep down he may have, possibly...there was a chance - no matter how slim - that he sort of liked having that weird fuzzy feeling in his brain whenever he saw Y/N. Maybe. Just maybe. A tiny bit. Not much, of course. A smidgeon. Enough, however, to be alarming.

"Ah, my hero," she teased, bumping his shoulder lightly with hers, and then proceeded to carry on down the aisle. "Do you want the fun band-aids?"

Scratch that. It's actually a lot. A colossal amount of like. Who knows, maybe he even adored her attention in the way a heroin addict is fond of spoons. Or heroin.

"Is that a question you even need to ask?"

Chuckling, she dropped two packs of Hello Kitty plasters into the basket. That basket was quickly taken from her hands and the handles were soon nestled in the crook of Adrian's arm.

"About later on - you know, what you were saying to Peacemaker - I'm not doing anything. If you want someone to hang out with, I'm free," she offered, and he looked slightly startled as she did.

There was no way someone was willingly going to invite him to spend time with them.

"Oh, I'm sure you'll be sick of me by then."

"Impossible," she scoffed, shaking her head at the idea. "I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm quite fond of you, Adrian."

And there it was again! The butterflies, not the alien body snatcher kind either. His heart was doing that stupid flip that it did whenever she said words like this. And that was why he needed to change the subject before they said something stupid that neither of them would be able to take back.

"Can I get some candy?"

"Sure."

Skipping to the confectionary aisle, Adrian was quick to survey the sweets as if it were the most important decision he could ever make in his entire life. Y/N stood beside him, an adoring smile on her face as she observed his antics but soon felt her phone buzz in her pocket and diverted her attention to that.

Boss Bitch: Run distraction tonight. Solo mission.

Adrian crouched down to get a closer inspection and almost lost his balance, but, like second nature, Y/N placed a hand on his shoulder to steady him. That simple touch did strange things to Adrian. But Y/N was oblivious to the effect she had and even went further to move her fingers to rest on the top of his head, stroking gently through his hair as she texted with Harcourt.

Peacemaker had solo missions every now and again. As did Vigilante. Though Vigilante did have a habit of intruding Peacemaker's solo missions. Why not? He wanted to spend as much time with his good buddy as he could. And a helping hand was always good, right?

Since Adebayo went back to her dog business and Economos had been promoted to be the warden of Belle Reve, Y/N was added to replace them both. Yet, there had become a new dynamic between the current four members of the 11th Street Kids.

Emilia had become an unofficial handler of Peacemaker. Y/N had done the same for Vigilante. The women were dignified badasses in their own right, but the other half of their squad were dignified idiots who needed, for lack of a better word, babysitting. So, often, Y/N was tasked with distracting Adrian for the entire night if Chris had a mission.

"Wanna have a movie night tonight? I've been planning to rewatch all the Scream's in prep for the new one," Y/N suggested, giving his head a little scratch so he'd pay attention to her words.

"Hell yeah! Fucking love those movies!" he cheered, craning his head back to beam up at her with the brightest smile on his face, making Y/N chuckle softly at his excitement. There was something endearing about a man who was so willing to show true, unfiltered enthusiasm.

After that, he gathered way too many snacks that he knew were perfect for their upcoming movie night and followed Y/N around with so much pep in his step. The rest of the day passed by in a blur, the hours passing in a flash as he waited for work to be over so he could get the frickin party started.

He'd been talking nonstop, which he usually did, and Y/N did a lot of nodding as he told her all sorts of trivia about the franchise. Sometimes she zoned out, not because what he was saying wasn't interesting - it was - but because he had a habit of getting the words out so fast that they would blur together and it took so much focus to hear them, break them down and understand that she stopped trying all together.

"Roman is actually a badass. He did all that shit by himself, y'know? Yeah, 3 is not the best and Jill is the most entertaining, but Roman not only was the singular ghost face - a real independent dude - but he was the mastermind behind Billy and Stu so that's some crazy planning! Although in the original script Angelina was supposed to help him out with it so you can take that into account if you want to..."

Her head fell onto her hand, watching as he talked and gestured animatedly with his arms. She found herself staring at him with a small smile forming on her lips, the warmth in her chest rising to her cheeks when he finally paused.

"What?" he asked, looking up from his hands and meeting her gaze, a slight flush of pink staining his cheeks as well.

"Nothing," she replied, shaking her head.

"Sorry, I was boring you. I get it. I'll -' He mimed pulling a zip over his lip, but still carried on talking. "I'll shut up, sorry. Peacemaker tells me all the time that I just go on and on and on and-"

"Please keep talking, Adrian. I'm enjoying listening to your voice."

Bullshit. He called bullshit. Complete. Only an idiot would fall for a trick like that.

"Yeah right," he scoffed dismissively, glancing away as he twirled his car keys around his pointer finger. "I promise I won't talk throughout the movie. I promise."

They'd watched the odd movie together before so she knew this was not entirely true. He often liked to add commentary and facts along with the film. Films were the easiest way to distract him. She was saving the Lord of the Rings marathon for a really important Peacemaker mission. And the Twilight marathon was for a life or death mission.

"I just need to shower and get changed. I'll be at yours in forty. Sound good?"

"Sounds good. Like, so good," he agreed readily. "See you in a few."

As he watched her walk towards her car, he let out a long breath and tried not to think about the fact that it would be just them. Just the two of them in his small apartment, the lights low and popcorn popping as they sat curled together on the couch as he tried his absolute best to make her laugh. He'd make sure she paid attention to him and not a movie. Every single bit of her focus needed to be on him, or he'd die. Actually die.

God, was he pathetic. Utterly pathetic. This crush was too strong. Too intense. It was a disease. And it didn't matter how hard he fought against it. It simply refused to leave his system and left him feeling weak. Weak and helpless and utterly alone in the vastness of the cruel existence she'd doomed him to live within for the foreseeable future.

Yet, he couldn't bring himself to feel down about it. He was cursed, yes, but a life without Y/N in it had been ten times worse than his current lovesick one. Ten times worse. Maybe ten thousand times worse.

Once he arrived at his apartment, it was go time. Adrian hurried to clear the odd bits of tat he'd left out and found the few comforts he had to throw on the couch to make it seem like this place looked lived in. His house was spartan and impersonal because he rarely spent time there. And due to the fact that it was a small place anyway - a tiny kitchen/living room, bathroom, bedroom, that's it - there wasn't a lot of space for him to have a bunch of shit. The majority of shelves were lined with DVDs and cupboards stuffed full of weapons.

Between his job and patrol, he only used his house to shower, jerk off and watch tv. (usually in that order). His car was the central hub for his life. The Vigilante mobile was where he ate, napped, changed clothes, and watched stupid YouTube videos to entertain himself when patrol got particularly boring.

Now, however, he had to pretend that he was a normal, dateable person instead of an insomniac workaholic. So much for the 'I need to impress her' speech that he gave himself whenever these movie nights happened. Y/N never seemed to mind his ineptitude at interior design, though.

There was one piece of hair that suddenly wanted to drift right in the middle of his forehead and it was pissing Adrian off so much as it would bounce back as soon as he swiped it away. The moment he went to pick up the scissors to really deal with it, his doorbell went off and stopped the whole new haircut moment from happening.

With no time to waste, Adrian swung the door wide open to reveal a very comfy looking Y/N wearing a pair of sweats and a loose fitting cardigan, one hand stuffed inside her pocket, a bottle of wine in the other one. He only realised he had been examining each aspect of her until she teased, "You gonna let me in?"

"Oh, uh, yeah," he stuttered, stepping aside, his brain not yet coming up with a reply that came close to sounding cool. What else was new?

Y/N breezed past him, greeting him with a quick squidge on his bicep as she made her way into the kitchen. He stared after her for a few seconds before following suit. As she set the bottle of wine down on the counter beside him, his eyes narrowed curiously as he asked, "Wine?"

Wine tasted too much like acid for him to like. Had all these adults lying about how nice wine had been his entire life? Because every time he tried it, it was as if someone had blended a battery and placed it before him as if to say 'Voila! Why don't we take grape juice, keep it in a jug until all the good things about the taste are removed and then pretend that it's better now?!'

Beer was just as bad. Does alcohol have to taste bad? Adrian thought. It would be nice if there was liquid out there that would make him look like an adult when he drank it - let's be real, cocktails gave a tendency to look stupid, especially if there's little umbrellas or sparklers in them - but be actually nice to consume.

Almost as if she had read his thoughts, Y/N announced, "Supposedly, it tastes like cotton candy. I was curious," and began unwrapping the foil around the top and pulling at the cork until a pop was heard, and she smiled widely, pleased at the sound.

And, since he hadn't moved to get them glasses - Jesus, of course he didn't own wine glasses - she took a swig from the bottle and held it out for Adrian to do the same. He hesitantly complied and took a small sip. Surprisingly, a pleasant and sweet taste spread through his mouth, which was something he'd never expected, and he let out an approving hum.

"Good?"

"Yeah, good. Really good," he answered with a nod and handed the bottle back, wiping his mouth clean on his sleeve. This wine didn't make him gag. He could appreciate that. "What food do you wanna order? There's a new Mexican place in town. I know you like Mexican so..." He trailed off unsurely, his hand searching for the menu he'd picked up just in case this moment ever happened.

Once he found it, he handed it to her and watched as her eyes lit up. "Oooooh!" She grinned happily, opening up the page and scanning the options.

Adrian observed in silence as she evaluated every picture and mumbled to herself about what they should order, occasionally pausing to look up at Adrian to check if he also liked the dish. He nodded and hummed and said the occasional thing when necessary, but he felt a little awkward standing around and guided her towards his couch so they could sit.

While Y/N phoned and ordered, Adrian busied himself by putting the movie on and neatly ordering the next consecutive movies on his coffee table. It was unneeded, but he got some weird kick from seeing them perfectly in order. Who knows why.

Then the call was done, and they could start, as you usually do, with the first movie in the franchise, Scream. They sat shoulder to shoulder, occasionally passing the wine between them. Adrian was a little stiff at first, his back rigid against the cushions, but eventually calmed down and started leaning into Y/N more with every passing minute. Her shoulder felt soft against his cheek. He'd soon come to realise that.

But, his annoyance spiked once the delivery driver knocked on the door, thus causing his head to no longer be resting against her. He was suddenly bereft of Y/N's warmth and quickly decided that killing the delivery man might have been a good idea. No. No. He couldn't do that. Instead, he took a breath, got to his feet, and retrieved their food with a grumpy pout on his face. So what if he was a little rude to this one random guy? At least he didn't kill him.

The moment his butt hit his sofa again, he dug right in, shovelling the food into his mouth faster than he thought possible. Honestly, he forgot when he last had a proper meal. The last week or so, he'd been on patrol a lot and took very minimal breaks for snacks.

"There's a common theory that you can tell if it's Billy or Stu behind the mask by the way they hold their knife," Adrian mumbled through a mouthful of food, his words barely comprehensible. "Stu holds the knife with two hands over his head, while Billy holds it with one hand and gets really into it..." He continued to ramble on about random facts about the film while eating, unable to stop himself. Since Y/N wasn't stopping him, why would he?

Y/N was nodding along, listening intently. Her eyes shone with interest, and her lips were slightly curved upwards. It was weird. Being listened to was weird for Adrian. He liked it, but he hated it too. Whenever he spoke and it fell on deaf ears, that was fine because his words wouldn't really amount to anything. They didn't matter since the other person wasn't going to remember them anyway.

Often, he lied and made up facts and tried to spread misinformation as a way to entertain himself. If his words held no weight, he might as well make them fun to say. He told the truth around Y/N, though.

When she looked at him with those beautiful eyes and listened to him talk without interrupting, he always felt a need to share himself. Share what he knew, what he found interesting in the hopes she'd find it interesting too. He liked to think that she did find it entertaining, and, most importantly, he liked her attention.

Even when his words were nothing special, even when he had no use for them anymore, Y/N still cared enough about him to listen, to pay attention to what he had to say. That was a feeling he couldn't help but treasure.

Finishing the final bite of his food, he crumpled up the wrapper and threw it at the bin. "Kobe!" This time, it went perfectly in. Then, satisfied with himself, he flopped back onto the couch pillow with a sigh, staring up at the ceiling and letting his mind wander.

Wouldn't it be so crazy right now if I, like, kissed Y/N? And she'd totally swoon and say, 'Oh Adrian, I think you're so cool and hot and would make a great ghostface. Huh, I bet you'd be even better than Roman.' Then we'd really start making out, and she'd be soooo impressed by how big my dick is. 'Why does Peacemaker call you thimble?' and I'd be all like 'He's just jealous of how sexy I am' and she'd giggle and agree, and that's how it would go down.

"Hey bud, you okay?" Y/N's voice cut through his musings, breaking him out of his trance and startling him for a second before he remembered where he was. Right. Y/N was beside him. Thinking of her in such a way was kinda weird when she was right there. Kinda. His gaze shifted to her, noting that she was looking back at him with a raised eyebrow.

A small shy smile spread across his face as he rubbed at the back of his neck. "Yea, yeah. I'm alright." He paused for a beat before he added, "What about you? Are you...okay?"

"...I think so."

"Good. That's good. Yeah, y'know, just say the word if not cause I'll totally... I'll do whatever I can to make you happy, like whatever. Need me to kill someone and I'll fucking do it, no question... just say the word, Y/N, whatever it is..." He trailed off nervously, scratching at his cheek and trying to sound as casual as he possibly could as he added, "I... I'd do anything for you."

Well, that came out of his mouth. Shit. Fuck. Oh fuck. Shit shit shit. There was no way, no fucking way that she would misunderstand the sentiment there. Panic instantly erupted throughout every single cell of his body.

Yet, the expression on her face softened. She leaned towards him, brushing that stray lock of his hair that had been annoying him so much away from his forehead, placing her fingers gently underneath his chin and tilting his head upwards. He blinked owlishly, watching her, waiting for her to speak.

Just as it seemed as if she was going to say something heartfelt, the infamous garage door death appeared on screen and Y/N's eyes flickered over to it briefly before settling back on his face, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

"Anything?"

"Anything."

The sincerity behind his reply was evident.

"Pass me the blanket then."

Thank god. Adrian relaxed, let out a chuckle, and obliged, pulling the white fluffy blanket that hung beside him on the armrest and tossing it towards her. She caught it deftly and draped it over herself, holding the corner out to him expectantly.

"I don't bite."

"Hm. Sure ya don't," he laughed, moving closer and taking the fabric to wrap it around himself. He glanced sideways at her for a split second, catching a glimpse of her smile before she turned her face to the screen.

Huh, this had gone way better than he ever expected, and the relief he felt was undeniable. He sighed softly, inconspicuously sliding an arm on the back of the couch and subtly brushing his fingers over her shoulder. His heart hammered in his chest. He could feel his pulse racing and his cheeks burning bright red.

This was nice. It definitely was. The silence, the warmth, the comfortable atmosphere, everything. He never wanted this to end. He never wanted it to leave. But he knew it eventually would have to go, so he pushed those thoughts aside and rested his eyes on the screen, ignoring the pounding in his chest and the sudden butterflies that filled his stomach.

Scream one ended, and he'd managed to fully wrap his arm around her shoulders, resting comfortably on her without any misguided belief that she was oblivious to his moves.

All throughout two, he occasionally poked at her cheek or pulled at her ear, trying to divert her attention to him. Every time she'd smile and look at him from the corner of her eye, only to return to the TV and pretend to focus on the screen. Then, when he had done it enough times to actually be irritating, she caught his hand before he made contact with her cheek and placed her fingers between his own, lacing their fingers together.

Rather abruptly, he posed the question, "Who is your favourite ghostface?" and she took the time to ponder her answer. As Y/N thought, she gently tapped her fingertips against his knuckles, and that unconscious movement brought a blush to his cheeks.

"Jill is the obvious answer. She's a girl boss, and I think - I have no idea if this is a popular theory or anything - that she got Charlie to do most of the killing because she wanted to seem as innocent as possible. Only Charlie and Trevor died by her hand."

"Hmmm..." He hummed, thinking it over for a second. "That's actually pretty smart."

"Yeah, I'm a genius." Her playful tone was clear. "What about you?"

"Stu, I guess, cause he's the funniest. Or Roman. Or maybe Mickey since he was charming despite it all."

"And handsome."

He nodded and hummed in agreement but felt a brief pang of jealousy that only got worse when she admitted, "Mickey was definitely the hottest ghostface." Yet, it turned into a sly grin when she added "Though I gotta say all of them are pretty hot... that mask does something...something, I don't know what, to me."

"Even Mrs Loomis?"

"Especially Mrs Loomis," she replied with a smirk.

Ah, a plan was formulating. He just had to wait for a moment alone to execute it. After all, it wasn't every day he had the exact thing he needed to fulfil her wishes.

That time came sooner than anticipated when she excused herself to the bathroom as Adrian was in the process of putting Scream 3 on. They were already three and a half hours into the whole marathon, and taking a break maybe was beneficial, Adrian thought.

Was it a prank? Or a seduction technique? That would all depend on her reaction.

Y/N finished up in the bathroom and planned on moving back to the sofa and, most importantly, back to the comfortable embrace she'd been in. When she arrived at the couch, Adrian was nowhere to be found. Had he left? Was he in the kitchen getting more snacks? She didn't see him in the kitchen, and his house wasn't really big enough to hide in. Sure, they'd turned the lights down to ensure they got an 'authentic' cinema experience, but it wasn't that dark.

The only way she would have minor trouble when being able to see him was if he was wearing all black. He hadn't been. It was what he usually wore: blue jeans and a nerdy t-shirt.

"Ade? Where'd you run off to?"

She looked around but she saw no signs of him anywhere. Weird. After patting herself down to find her phone - which was in her backpocket like usual - she went to send him a quick text but was interrupted by someone yanking her back into their chest and a knife pressed against her throat.

Right next to Y/N's ear, she heard a very distinctive voice ask, "What's your favourite scary movie?" and she relaxed a bit in their arms. She should've guessed he'd have the whole ensemble, mask and all.

"Probably Jack and Jill, that Adam Sandler flick, god, it was awful. Just torture, if you ask me."

There was a robotic snort omitted from the mask.

"What about you, Mr Ghostface, what movie scares you?"

"17 Again. I'd kill myself if I had to revert to my teenage self."

Shifting her head to get a better look at the mask, she unconsciously bit down her bottom lip as she took it in, her eyes trailing all over it as if she was studying every inch of it. And when he held the tip of the blade under her chin to tilt her head up, there was no denying that she gulped rather thickly.

"You feeling a bit woozy there?" He smirked beneath the mask, leaning in towards her, the tip of the blade grazing along her jawline. She couldn't help but shiver slightly but didn't move back from the touch, keeping her gaze locked onto the mask.

Some small part of her brain was ringing alarm bells. Murder happy dude who likes to wear a mask is an apt description for both Vigilante and Ghostface. But, she told it to shut the hell up, to shut the fuck up and just go ahead and enjoy yourself, right?! It was Adrian, after all. He'd had plenty of opportunities to murder her before and hadn't taken it.

"Maybe I am," she replied in a breathless tone , her heart starting to thump loudly inside her chest. His smirk widened into a satisfied grin, and he cocked his head to the side.

Wordlessly, he let her out of the grapple and sat back on the sofa as if nothing had happened, leaving her slightly confused, somewhat disappointed, and very flustered. He reached over and grabbed the remote from where he placed it on the coffee table earlier and pressed play on the next movie. He didn't look over at her, nor did he acknowledge what had just happened at all as she took her place beside him.

Tension was thick in the air and neither dared to utter a single word. Y/N was watching him out of the corner of her eyes because, as safe as she felt, it was still weird to have ghostface right next to you while that same icon was killing people on screen.

Adrian was gathering the courage to make a move. An actual move and not one of those juvenile tricks that he'd got away with earlier. With his head facing the TV, his hand found the drawstring of her sweatpants and he undid the bow with dexterous precision. Once the strings came loose, he slid his hand slowly through the opening, letting his fingers trail along the fabric and lightly brush against her inner thigh.

Y/N inhaled sharply, not daring to take her eyes off the screen, afraid that if she moved, he would disappear and she'd wake up in bed with a crick in her neck from such a wonderful dream. It seemed surreal. It seemed too good to be true.

His hand travelled further up the hem of her panties and dipped to touch the soft skin underneath; she closed her eyes, her heart beating faster as his forefinger started a gentle circling motion on her clit. Slowly. He was giving her a chance to stop him if she wanted to. But she didn't want to stop him. Oh God, not at all. If anything, she wanted Adrian to go even further.

So, in the hopes he'd get the memo, Y/N shifted her butt closer to the edge of the couch and moved her hips to ensure that he'd have access to do whatever he pleased. When he kept torturing her with his movements, she tilted her head to the side to look at him.

"Eyes on the screen."

Her gaze remained on the mask.

"Watch the movie."

Still, she hadn't moved.

"You deaf?" he teased, using his free hand to grab at her chin and yank it back towards the TV. He could feel her face growing warm at his touch, and that made his lips curl into a smile behind the mask. Her eyes were locked onto the screen, and his thumb stroked the underside of her bottom lip. "I said," he repeated slowly, as if to emphasise his point, "Are you deaf? Answer me."

"No! No. I... I can hear you perfectly." Her voice sounded breathy, strained and filled with excitement. His smile grew wider as he watched her. "Just, um... distracted."

She licked her suddenly dry lips, and a flash of light caught his eye. The glow coming from her phone illuminated the dark room. He took hold of the device in question.

"The boss wants to talk to you, you wanna talk to her?" She shook her head and tried to snatch the phone out of his hands but was unsuccessful. He chuckled softly as he accepted the call and held it against Y/N's ear.

"L/N, Peacemaker's mission was a success," Harcourt began, sounding relieved. "You are free of Vigilante watch for the night."

"Oh, okay. Good to know," Y/N replied with far too much poise for Adrian's liking, taking the phone out of his hand.

Without warning, he slid his fingers down to her entrance and pushed his middle finger into her core, making the poor girl gasp.

"You okay there, Y/N?" Harcourt asked in concern.

"Hrmm, yeah. Fine." Y/N cleared her throat, trying to compose herself. This was definitely NOT how she pictured her distraction to go.

How the turntables.

Harcourt was unconvinced, Y/N could tell. "If you say so..." There was some rustling as if the person behind the phone was in a mini scuffle, then Emilia added in a huff, "Hang on, Chris wants to say something."

Hearing his buddy's name, Adrian decided to get bolder and began fucking two fingers into her, curling them in an effort to create the most obscene noises he could possibly imagine. Y/N bit down hard onto her lower lip so she wouldn't let out the most pathetic whine ever known to mankind.

"H-hey Chris."

"Is Adrian still with you?"

"Yeah," she answered breathlessly, daring to look across at Adrian again.

"Tell him to buy a four pack and meet me at my trailer."

Underneath the mask, Adrian was a mess. Y/N was letting him fingerfuck her and Peacemaker wanted to hangout? It was such an awesome day. Although, given his current situation, he was a bit preoccupied to give in to Peacemaker wishes.

"I'm busy," Adrian replied curtly. "Tell him."

Y/N shakily nodded and did as he said. "Ade says he is busy. Can't hang out tonight. Sorry!" Then, she quickly hung up and let out all the noises she'd been holding back until now. Adrian chuckled darkly at the sight, his smirk widening when he noticed she'd gone red, flushed with passion, and was writhing around on the sofa, coming undone just because of his fingers. His. And it only spurred him on more.

"Either you take your clothes off, or I'll cut you out of them," he threatened, his smirk turning into an evil grin as he trailed his fingers up along her thighs. She squealed when he hit a particularly sensitive spot with his middle finger, arching her body slightly upwards. "Which one will it be?"

Doing a mental price check for everything she was wearing, Y/N came to a decision. She held up her forefinger, and he stopped, letting her undo the clasp of her bra, wiggling it out from under her shirt and tossing it somewhere on the ground.

"It was an expensive bra," she shrugged with a grin, "The rest of my clothes? They are far more disposable."

For the first time in a really long time, Adrian's hand was slightly shaky as he held the knife. Adrenaline, lust, and a fear that because he couldn't fit his glasses under the mask that he might accidentally hurt her, flowed through every inch of his being as he pushed her so she'd lie with her back against the couch cushions.

Slowly and in, what he hoped would be, a sensual manner, he dragged the blade down Y/N's chest and stomach, not enough to cut the fabric yet, but enough to make her breath stagger and tremble in anticipation. Y/N bit down hard upon her lower lip, her eyes wide open and pleading at him above her.

Adrian placed his knees on either side of her thighs, bracing himself with one arm, and he gently booped her nose with the tip of the knife. Her face scrunched up cutely, and a small giggle fell from her lips.

"Can't believe I didn't know you're such a dirty girl, L/N." He trailed the knife down her cheek and down her neck, enjoying the way it elicited moans from the woman underneath him. As he neared her collarbone, he glanced up. A mischievous glint in his eye as he finally put some force in movements to cut through her shirt, revealing her breasts in all their glory to him. Adrian stared at the sight like a starving man who had just spotted the last morsel of food on a plate.

Before he had the chance to do anything else, however, the familiar sound of someone unlocking his front door could be heard. Adrian quickly did up the first button of Y/N's cardigan, threw the knife onto the coffee table, and flopped down on her to hide any glimpse of skin from Peacemaker.

It obviously was Chris. Who else had a key? The dead Chase's?

"Vee, what the hell are you doing that is more important than hanging out with -" Chris stopped as he surveyed the scene in front of him. "What are you wearing, dude? Is that a dress?"

"It's a robe."

"What?"

Tugging the mask off to reveal his flushed, sweaty face, Adrian repeated, "A robe. A ghostface robe."

"You two are fucking weird," Chris commented as he leaned forward and plucked the mask from Adrian's hands to examine it further, and then proceeded to throw it over the back of a nearby armchair. "Well, this looks boring. I'd rather slow dance with Bill Cosby than spend time watching you two do... well, whatever that is." Then he gave Adrian one final once over and grinned. "Text me a rating out of ten if you hit that."

Y/N rolled her eyes at Chris's comment while Adrian simply glared daggers at his friend. This definitely was killing his game. Fuck, he didn't even have the mask on anymore. The illusion was broken. Would she even want to go forward with him as just Adrian?

"Peace out, assholes!"

As quickly as he'd arrived, Peacemaker had left them alone again. Adrian tried his best to avoid eye contact with Y/N, which was proving difficult as her eyes seemed glued to him. Shit. Here comes the inevitable repulsion.

"Ade?"

"Hmm...?"

"Hey," she cooed and gently tilted his chin so he would finally face her. "Do you want to stop? We don't have to if you don't want to."

He sighed. "I want to." And he did. He desperately, desperately wanted to continue, to continue and explore every inch of this beautiful woman beneath him. To taste her lips, to feel her softness, to feel her warmth. He wanted everything about this moment. "Do y-you want to?"

"I do." Y/N gave him a bright smile, a genuine one that reached her eyes, making Adrian feel like 'Yeah! This could happen!' so he shot to his feet and went to retrieve the mask. But, she caught his wrist and stopped him in his tracks. "I'd like to see you without that thing on. To see your handsome face. Is that okay?"

Dumbly, he nodded, still trying to wrap his head around what she was saying. Had he been hearing this right? She wanted to see his face? While they fucked? He hadn't fucked someone as Adrian in a really long time. Vigilante was the guy who did all that. The last time Adrian did this as himself was...probably the time he lost his virginity.

She got to her knees on the couch, her kneecaps resting by the edge of the arm of the sofa, to be tall enough to cradle his cheek in her palm and caress it softly. Adrian closed his eyes, savouring every sensation she provided him with. His heart felt as though it was beating double speed, his blood pumping furiously in his veins, his lungs burning for air.

What was happening? Why was he feeling so goddamn good? Did her touch affect him this much? How could it? He'd never experienced love before. Was this how other people felt? Were humans supposed to experience happiness like this? Was he supposed to feel like this, to be overwhelmed by emotions, to want things more often, to crave more and more?

"Was it warm under the mask?" she asked in a quiet, playful whisper.

"Always is."

That made her grin wider and he couldn't help but return it. Her thumb ran slowly over his bottom lip, brushing across the soft skin lightly, teasingly. Adrian let out a light, shaky sigh and opened his eyes.

"Can you kiss me? I'd kiss you, but I can't seem to get the nerve to," he pleaded softly, looking at her shyly, his eyes full of hope.

In spite of all his doubts, she let out a giggle and did as he asked. She cupped her hand around his jaw and started at the mole on his cheekbone, kissing her way down his cheek until she finally reached his lips. And there was no hesitation, not even a single thought, as he reciprocated the kiss, wrapping his arms around her waist firmly while her fingers threaded through his hair.

They parted after a moment, yet Y/N was quickly drawn back in when Adrian's large hand drifted to her ass and pulled her tighter to his body. He deepened the kiss, pressing his lips firmer against hers, his tongue thrusting into her mouth boldly, taking possession of every corner of it greedily.

The longer they kissed, the more intense their kisses became until their lips were swollen and puffy and red. But Adrian found that he didn't care at all. He had never felt so alive; so free. And he knew without a doubt that this was the only woman who could possibly make him feel like this.

"You gonna take your 'dress' off?" she teased, giggling as he nuzzled his face into her neck and bit at her shoulder in response to that comment. "Ouch!" She exclaimed and laughed, trying to push him away, but Adrian wouldn't allow it. He kept hold of her waist, refusing to let go as he pressed his lips to every inch of her neck and shoulders.

When he finally pulled his face away, Adrian could hardly keep himself standing upright as he tugged the ghostface robe over his head and tossed it aside. He'd learnt that it was insufferably hot under there one Halloween and didn't make the same mistake of wearing his t-shirt and jeans underneath again.

Standing there in just his underwear, he suddenly got a little self-conscious and held his hands over the very obvious bulge forming between his legs. Her eyes sparkled with mirth, and she chuckled at the adorable sight before reaching out to take his hands away from his groin and lead them to her hair.

"Keep my hair out of my face, will you?"

Once again, he nodded as if there wasn't a single thought in his head and never had been, and obliged, collecting her hair in a makeshift ponytail. Although, he almost lost all grip on it as soon as she leaned forward to plant a smooch on his clothed cock before pulling away.

"Can I pull your underwear down? They look awfully tight," she whispered huskily, her fingers playing with the waistband of his boxers.

"Uh... yes, yes please. If you want."

"I do want." With that she pulled the fabric down his thighs to reveal his naked, erect cock, waiting eagerly for her touch. "May I?"

"Please."

Gently, Y/N wrapped her hand around him and squeezed, causing him to emit a low groan. Her eyes flickered upwards, meeting his as her tongue darted out to lick the head of his cock. Her touch made him feel like he was falling apart at the seams, but he had to remind himself to remain calm. He needed to stay strong and not cum in two seconds because that's fucking lame.

She'd think he was such a loser if he did that.

Adrian's confidence built as she began running her mouth along his length. He moaned loudly as he gripped her hair in order to ground himself, feeling so dizzy that he thought it might be the alcohol for a brief second. Then her mouth was closing around him, and, yeah, it was definitely the blowjob that was making him lightheaded.

"Oh fuck," he grunted, clenching his teeth tightly so that he wouldn't moan any louder. It would be so embarrassing if she heard him like that!

Wait a minute. Y/N had often told him that she wanted to hear whatever he had to say. Did that extend to whatever noises he'd make too? She had been the one to offer what was happening. Soo... A groan was let loose from his lips to test the waters.

Around his cock, she moaned and took him deeper into her throat. He wasn't a scientist by any means, but that seemed like a clear example of cause and effect. So he repeated the sound, a little louder this time, eliciting another loud moan from her.

This revelation relaxed him about the whole thing. Before he'd been preoccupied with seeming totally normal, and now he could enjoy the fact that a pretty girl was sucking his dick and enjoying it too.

That was all the reason he needed to move his hips and start fucking her mouth faster and harder. His hands bunched up her hair and tangled themselves in it as he praised, "Fuck, you're great. You’re driving me insane, holy shit. I wanna bruise that throat so badly. Can I do that, baby? Please?" He begged desperately, unable to hide the desire in his voice.

"Yes," she breathed heavily, regaining some semblance of composure before she gave it over completely to him.

Soon, he was a babbling mess of words and lustful rants that sounded like, "Take it all… Ahhh… fuck… you’re so beautiful… You always are... on your knees… swallowing my cock down… I'm desperate… so fucking desperate… I need you so bad…" He continued to ramble incoherently, losing control over his thoughts and actions as he let his orgasm roll over him and explode inside her mouth.

He could feel his entire body shudder uncontrollably, his breath short, and his balls tightening up to a point where he was sure they might break. Her hands caressing up and down his thighs were the only thing grounding him and keeping him from toppling over.

Finally, he regained some sense of equilibrium and came to his senses. He looked at Y/N and found her smiling sweetly at him. He couldn't resist the urge to laugh and gently brush away the tears in the corners of her eyes with the pad of his thumbs.

"Sorry, uh, sorry if I was a bit rough. Didn't mean to," he stammered anxiously, embarrassed.

"I liked it."

"Really?"

"Mhm..."

From the TV, a gunshot rang out as Sidney, in her attempt to rescue a bound and gagged Gale and Dewey, fired at Ghostface, and Adrian couldn't help but turn to watch. "The unmasking is just about to happen, this is always my favourite part," he said excitedly and planted his ass back down on the couch, absentmindedly making grabby hands at her until she got the memo.

But before she sat, Y/N removed her clothes to remind him that, yeah, he had chosen to watch Scream 3 (the worst one) instead of continuing their intimate moment, and perched on his thighs, her back resting against his chest.

"Oh hi, hi there," he grinned sheepishly, wrapping an arm around her stomach to pull her closer against his chest and resting his chin on her shoulder. She rolled her eyes playfully and snuggled further into him.

It took no time at all for the skin on skin contact to rile him up once again. She felt his member twitch impatiently against her backside as he rubbed his nose against her neck and shoulder, letting out an involuntary growl as he inhaled sharply.

With very minimal efforts, Adrian pushed Y/N forward a few inches and positioned his cock against her opening, slowly pulling her back down on him. She gasped at the sudden invasion but she adjusted to the sensation.

Yet, he didn't move just yet. He returned his gaze to the screen and tried to pretend that he wasn't literally inside her, which was difficult considering how many dreams he'd had about this moment. He had dreamed of being inside Y/N countless times, but this moment seemed more than perfect. The warmth of her body wrapped snugly around him, the softness of her skin, her intoxicating smell surrounding him; everything about this scene was blissful.

Y/N was squirming and wriggling on top of him, apparently eager for more action. He smiled softly as he moved his hands up and down her waist, rubbing soothing circles against her sides and trying to keep her still so he didn't give in. It was a test of restraint, Adrian thought to himself. His restraint. That didn't mean she couldn't have fun.

Not even his willpower was enough to stop his hand from wandering back down to her clit. His movements were at a leisure pace, there mostly to rile her up rather than give her exactly what she wanted. He wanted her to beg him to give in, to drive her wild.

And then suddenly, the movie was over. Adrian had been looking at the movie, but he hadn't really been watching. Sure, he'd seen it a thousand times before. Roman's the killer. He's Sidney's half-brother. Yadda yadda ya. Sidney stabs him. Bye-bye, Roman. Hello, a proposal by Dewey. Then, the credits roll.

Just as he hoped, she turned to face him and gave him the widest, most beautifully pleading doe eyes she could muster. He swallowed hard, licking his dry lips as he stared deep into her gaze, completely mesmerised by the sight before him.

"You gonna fuck me?" Y/N whined softly, a sultry look on her face that only caused him to tighten his hold on her.

"Is that what you want?"

"Uh-huh."

"Gotta say it out loud."

"Please. I want it now. I need it now. Don't tease me anymore," she pouted, giving him a playful glare as she bit her lower lip. The way she looked at him made his heart race.

He knew it wouldn't take long for him to give in anyway.

"You need me to fuck you, huh, baby?" She nodded eagerly. "Oh, I'll fuck you real good, so good that you'll totally fall in love with me and never want me to leave. Like ever. I promise."

"That's a bold promise."

"I'm a bold guy."

Tonight, he'd been especially bold.

In one swift move, he hoisted her up and dropped her face down onto the pillow, positioning himself behind her. With his knee, he nudged her legs open a little wider and lined himself up with her entrance, but before he eased himself in, he declared, "This isn't going to be a one time thing. If we do this, if you give me this pussy, it's mine. It belongs to me.If we cross this line, you're mine, you realise that?"

A beat. He paused, waiting for her response.

"Yeah," she whispered, looking over her shoulder at him.

"Good answer."

His cock slid inside her, stretching and finding itself home inside of her. She welcomed him fully and let out a gasp. At first it was slow and deliberate. They were both adjusting to each other, getting used to the feeling of finally fucking each other after who knows how long of teasing.

Eventually, as time went on, Adrian's movements became faster, his strokes became heavier and more urgent, his rambling growing sloppier. "Atta girl, holy fuck. We could've been doing this the whole fucking time! Just think of all those nights I spent fantasising about this." He moaned out loud as the sensations began to build up in his gut. "Just think of all those nights I spent imagining you underneath me, panting and begging me to fuck you."

A low rumble escaped his throat as he started moving faster. "God, it feels good. You feel so good." His breathing was heavy, uneven, and laboured. "So tight... so warm... I can't get enough of you."

"Fuck, don't stop moving, please."

"Wouldn't dream of it," he muttered, leaning down and sucking a mark on her neck roughly. He moved up to her ear and whispered, "Do you like feeling my control over you? Tell me. Tell me you like it. Tell me you want my cum. Tell me you need me."

Y/N whimpered, her fingers digging into his shoulders. "Oh my god, yes! I like it. Love it. Want you. Want to come," she breathed out in between grunts and moans.

Adrian pinned her wrists behind back while kissing every inch of exposed flesh along her jawline, tracing the bone tongue and sucking harshly on her skin. She arched into him, her moans becoming louder, needy, and more intense. She was close. So fucking close. And he knew it was only a matter of moments before he would follow. He felt it in his gut. In his loins. In his bones.

"Fuck Adrian! Oh shit."

There it was.

"Oh god… holy fuck… you’re getting tighter… So close, baby. I'm so - Fuck! Can I cum inside you, please? … Fuck, please?" Adrian begged frantically, his voice higher than he'd ever heard before.

"Yes. Yes! Please, babe, please!"

Another couple of thrusts was all it took for him to fall apart, releasing into her with a strangled cry and gripping tightly onto her hips as he came undone. He buried his face in the back of her shoulder and went limp, falling into a sea of giggles and kisses as he held her close in his arms.

"Do you think Harcourt and Peacemaker fuck like rabbits when they're alone?" she asked, craning her neck as far as she could to meet his eyes.

"Definitely! They definitely do!"

He took a glimpse at the mess they made, committed that image to his wank bank, then removed himself from her, muttering, "Gonna get something to clean you up with. You want a drink, too? I'm parched. Yeah, I'll get us a towel and two drinks. Coming right up," as he hopped to his feet and got on with the tasks he set himself. He even added to the list to grab some clothes so she wouldn't get cold.

"For you, my lady," he grinned as he walked back in with the clothes and towels and two cans of Doctor Pepper, setting it all on the table. "Want me to...?"

"I can do it, if you don't! -"

"No, no, I can." He kissed the tip of her nose and got to work cleaning her off.

As he cleaned her up, he noticed the developing bruises on her hips and pressed his lips to them, mumbling against her skin, "Sorry...sorry, I got carried away," and stroking the small marks lightly with his finger.

It was sweet to watch.

"Didn't know you were so cute, Ade," she teased, reaching for a can and taking a sip.

"I'll show you cute." He jumped on top of her, omitting a loud battle cry as he fell, and was quick to press a trail of kisses all over her neck, leaving wet smears of saliva as he went. "I've got a proposition for you."

"Another one?"

Pulling back, he gave her an amused look and found her hand he could easily take hold of, giving it a firm squeeze as he said, "Let me take you out tomorrow? We'll watch four and five right now. I'll get you a huge popcorn and a drink and nachos and whatever you want when we see the new one. How does that sound?"

"A date, huh?"

"What? Do you not - do you not want to... to -"

She interrupted by roughly grabbing the back of his neck and yanking him into a smooch, sealing their lips together forcefully, her tongue plunging in deeply and swirling around his own hungrily. "Yes," she murmured in between the kiss, "I'll go on a date with you."

Now, it wasn't the coolest thing he'd ever done, but Adrian actually did a little dance of joy. He'd never done his famous butt dance horizontally before, and he'd certainly never done it whilst on top of someone, but it made him happy.

"Go put the next movie on, dork."

"On it!"

Obviously, he ran towards the TV to pop the next DVD and almost fell due to the speed at which he banged his knee on the side of the coffee table. That didn't matter.

The only thought that passed through his head was 'Thank fuck for Ghostface.'

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Speaking Volumes (Adrian Chase Request)

Pairing: Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader

Rating: Explicit (Gender neutral pronouns through, but AFAB reader for smut purposes). Mention of a bomb and fire for an angsty start, but happy ending as always.

Word Count: 3.3k

Requests: "Can I pls request adrian and the reader hooking up while on a mission with the 11th street kids? and they try to be quiet but fail miserably." And "Ello! I love your fics sm! 🤍And I hope you don't mind but I want to request something for Adrian Chase x Wife! Reader where something happened and they get separated amidst chaos and everything through Adrian tries so hard to find his dear wife 🥺you get to decide the ending so much angst please thanks 😊💕"

Author's Note: Guess whose rewatching Peacemaker and has rediscovered her intense feelings for Adrian Chase 🙃🥰 thank you so much to these two requests that have been chilling in my inbox for months and I hope you enjoy the combo! Please feel free to send my your Adrian Chase thoughts while I try to cope with my feelings 😍

Speaking Volumes

When someone asked Adrian Chase what his 'superpower' was, he might say his weapons skills, his endurance or his ability to heal. If he thought about it more though, he'd say it was his ability to spot any weakness in an opponent, whether in their armour or their character. It had saved his life on more occasions than one, and every time it hardened his resolve to never develop a weakness of his own. But as he stalked through another row of floor-to-ceiling shelves in this industrial warehouse, separated from each and every one of his team he knew he'd failed to protect himself from weakness as his mind perpetually wandered to the agent on the other side of the cavernous structure: you.

Falling for you had been more natural than breathing to Adrian. From the first friendly smile he'd known you were the one, different to everyone he'd ever met, the piece he didn't realise he'd been missing until your eyes met his. The atmosphere between the two of you had been undeniable, and it didn't take long until he couldn't contain his feelings, three little words spilling from his lips every time your paths crossed. And of course, you had no choice but to return them, deeply in love with the strange but endearing vigilante, captivated by his undivided devotion. You settled into a perfectly unusual life together, sharing a small apartment that quickly felt like home, working together on missions with the 11th street kids, and having each other's backs through everything from bad hair days to hostage situations. After spending so much of his life feeling like he couldn't quite connect with others, finding you had been the best thing that had ever happened to Adrian Chase, and it surprised no-one when six months after you met a mission to Las Vegas had ended with a quick stop at a chapel, making sure you two would be bound together forever.

As Adrian peeked out from behind another tall stack of crates, peering down the scope of his rifle, he tried to distract himself from all thoughts of his partner being in an equally dangerous situation, until he heard the distinct cry of Peacemaker's voice,

"FUCK!"

The crates beside him tumbled as the ground seemed to tremble, a deafening boom echoing through the warehouse. Adrian skirted the falling heap just in time to avoid being crushed, but the shelves around him were quickly caving in as the warehouse began to fill with smoke. Adrian's mind was racing - they got the address on this place a little too easily, it must have been a trap all along, wired to blow the second they got deep enough into the labyrinth of shelves. If peacemaker found the bomb he was probably closest, but he could take the damage, he'd be okay. Economos was out in the van and would be watching their backs for an ambush, which left the three other agents inside, possibly hurt, Harcourt, Leota and (Y/N). - His lungs seemed to empty at the realisation, you were in here, separated from him, lost in the chaos of smoke and flames and toppling steel. He could feel the panic setting in as his fingertips tingled with numbness that threatened to become all encompassing, his mouth drying out from more than the rising smoke. He tried to shake off his dread, focus on finding you again, willing his suddenly aching arms to work as he began to clamber haphazardly up the nearest pile of rumble. He could feel eyes start to sting as he lifted himself to a vantage point, vision obscured through the falling tears and climbing flames.

He surveyed the scene in front of him, struggling to make out even the most obvious shapes in darkness, let alone the small form of his forever best friend. His voice croaked as he tried to call your name through the darkness, a fresh cascade of tears joining it as he tried so hard to quiet his relentlessly talkative brain - I'm never going to be able to find them in this mess, and they're probably dead by now anyway. I'm going to be back to being alone, that was it, that was my one person and I couldn't even save them when they needed me. I never deserved them and now everyone will know it. (Y/N) was my one chance at love. - His chest felt bruised with every breath he took, like every falling brick was landing solely on his heart. He stood frozen, never feeling more lost and alone as he tried to scream,

"I can't find you (y/n)!" His desperate voice prevailed this time, echoing over the crackle of smouldering palates, his shuddering chest using every ounce of strength to fight back his inner monologue. - (Y/N) is my love, not was. I'm going to find them, i'm going to save them, that's what husbands do. And I'm a good husband. - He repeated the mantra to himself as he began to press forward through the choking fog, looking for any movement in the wreckage beneath him. He could feel his own lungs burning through the smoke, his ears ringing from the explosion, barely able to centre himself, desperate not to lose his sense of direction in the chaos. And then he saw it, a figure near the exit, thrashing and fighting against twisted beams of crushing steel, blocking their path. He wanted to keep his cool, approach slowly in case it wasn't you, but his heart was screaming so much louder than his brain as he climbed toward the struggling shape.

You had tried to pull yourself up on to the precarious shelves when the bomb went off, but each one seemed to topple towards you at the thought, leaving you trapped in one small corner, steel beams blocking the exit just beyond your reach. You kicked and fought and pulled at the metal, but it was steadfast, deaf to your desperate pleas to move. You tried to calm yourself, keep your breaths shallow, heart-rate slow, telling yourself that Adrian would never leave you behind, unwilling to face the possibility that he might not be able to find you in this obscured atmosphere. You told yourself at least he'd always be okay, and that he's never let you down before, but as the smoke and your tears grew thicker you found yourself beginning to give into hopelessness. You would give anything to hear just one more dumb joke in your husband's voice, to feel his arms around you again, to see his eyes light up when you tell him you love him.

"Is it hot in here, or is it just you?" You heard a familiar voice call out from above you, spinning to see an arm stretching down for you to grab.

"Adrian!" You screamed, in terror and relief that you weren't here alone, your unorthodox angel pulling you out of the fiery depths with ease, wrapping his strong arms around you.

"It's going to be okay (Y/N). Now that I found you, it's going to be okay." He repeated, pulling you close to his chest.

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Through some small miracle, no-one had gotten seriously hurt by the bomb. Chris was a little bruised and cut, and Harcourt had a twisted ankle, but as they sat facing each other in your team safe house, Harcourt gently cleaning the grazes on Chris's chest while he regaled everyone with the brave tale of him carrying Harcourt out of the fire, it seemed like neither of them minded. You laughed at the blush creeping across her cheeks as Emilia insisted it would have been quicker to just let her walk, casting furtive glances in the direction of an unusually quiet Adrian, who was focused on helping Economos carry what they could salvage from the warehouse into the tiny make-shift office at the back of the small house. As a comfortable quiet settled over the room, Harcourt spoke unusually softly,

"I know we all had a scare today, but we got lucky. We're all back here, we're all okay, and we shouldn't take that for granted. But we've still got a job to do, so we need to stick together for a few more days while we get to the bottom of exactly what they didn't want us to find."

The team solemnly nodded, resolved to go the distance on this case, despite the obvious risks. As Leota moved to help Economos set up his laptops, Adrian stepped casually behind you,

"Hey honey, please will you give me a hand moving something in the office?" His voice was overly nonchalant, only an innocent whistle missing from his attempt to act natural, but you were used to his tone being a little off so you followed him to the backroom, watching him quickly shut the door, and tilt a chair in front of the handle.

"Ad-" His lips cut you off with uncharacteristic force, crashing down with the weight of his adoration. He gripped your hips as his body pressed against yours, forcing you backwards, step after step until the small of your back pressed into the edge of the wooden desk that filled the space. Satisfied that he had you trapped against him, Adrian pulled away from the kiss, staring intensely at your face like a man who'd been reminded that one day it would be the last time he had you this close.

"I thought I was going to lose you today (Y/N)." He paused, swallowing the tremble in his throat, still reeling from the feeling of complete loss he had felt staring out across that burning building. "And the thought of living all of the rest of my days without you, was the fucking worst. Literally the saddest thing I could imagine, and it almost happened today and I didn't know what to do, or how to find you, but I knew I had to." His lips captured yours again, a chaste kiss to give him the strength to go on, "I had to find you, because you're the love of my life. And I can't go on without you." His hands crept from your hips to your bum, lifting you slightly until you sat on the edge of the desk, Adrian planted between your thighs. "Harcourt's right, we shouldn't take this for granted." His lips found yours again, satisfied that he had said all he needed to, Vigilante put his lips to better use. Their soft, warm embrace had your head spinning, all but forgetting about the team on the other side of the thin walls as you pulled at the tight fabric of Adrian's shirt. His intense focus seemed to lighten as he leant back, quickly pulling the material over his head, a delighted smile spreading across his cheeks as you pulled his chest towards, lips landing on the curve of his neck.

"I knew you'd find me Adrian. You're my hero." You whispered, leaving a trail of wet kisses over his sensitive throat, feeling the vibration of every soft moan you drew from him. Nuzzling your nose into his muscular jaw you whispered teasingly, "We've got to stay quiet okay Adrian, we don't want everyone to hear." Nipping just below his ear, knowing he can't help but groan at the sensation. Marvelling at your cheeky grin, you could see the excited expression on his face twist into a smirk, like you had given me a challenge he couldn't refuse.

Your lips returned to his chest, while his fingers found the button on your jeans, making quick work of releasing you from them, and sliding them down your legs. He fought back a devilish grin as he rubbed you through your underwear, waiting for your jaw to fall slack before plunging his tongue between your lips, swallowing the breathy whimpers you couldn't hold back. His fingers brushed over the fabric with teasing softness, building up your sensitivity without giving you any relief. He watched your chest rise and fall against his as his free hand unbuttoned your shirt, sliding it off your shoulders without his hungry lips leaving yours. You quickly pulled the tactical tank top you had underneath over your head, giving Adrian unrestricted access to your chest, hoping to spur him into giving you more of what you really wanted. Adrian drank in the sight of you, only covered by your increasingly damp underwear, chest heaving at his every touch, hips bucking to meet his hand as he played with the soft fabric. It took all his effort to fight the instinct to shout about how hot you are at the top of his lungs, but he managed with the need to make it you who couldn't contain themselves.

"Adrian please," You whispered, rubbing his obvious erection over his uniform, giving him your best pleading eyes, aching to feel more of him. He quickly stepped out of his pants, before whispering back,

"You look so fucking hot (y/n), I love when you get all needy because that's like how I feel about you all the time. Just remember you have to be quiet babe."

You opened your mouth to make a snarky response, but what came out was far from coherent words as Adrian fingers slipped beneath the slick fabric and deep into your entrance. You could almost feel his smug smile against your skin as his tongue found your nipple, lapping against the stiff peak as his free hand massaged the other side of your chest. Your skin was on fire as he moved, his thumb running over your wet folds before strumming your clit in steady rhythm with the rest of his touch. The ache inside you only grew as you felt him rubbing himself against your thigh, so turned on as he forced the adoring noises out of you, his name cascading from your lips at an unmistakable volume.

"Shh!" He chuckled against your chest, the vibration only heightening the overwhelming amount of sensation taking over your body, and taking any thoughts that didn't revolve around Adrian far from your mind.

"Adrian." You whimpered again as his fingers worked faster, the glistening wetness filling your underwear making every brush of your clit send electricity through your veins.

"You're so wet," He growled against your sensitive skin, "It's gonna feel so good to be inside you, you're so good to me." You let out an almost pleading moan at his praise, wanting nothing more than to feel more of him inside you, even as the sensation growing in your centre climbed towards its climax. Feeling your thighs start to twitch against his leaking erection, he could tell you were close, silencing the majority of your cries with his lips as he maintained the steady waves of pressure on your clit, playing lightly with your overstimulated nipples until he felt them arch into his hand, your core tensing as your clenched around his relentlessly plunging fingers.

As your head swam with pleasure, you knew there was no way the rest of the team didn't know exactly what was happening, but the least you could do was make Adrian just as guilty as you in disturbing the peace. Pushing his hand away from your pulsing centre you hopped down from the desk, dropping your now soaked underwear to the floor and turning your back to Adrian. Slowly you lent all the way forwards until your chest reached the cool wood of the desk, propping yourself up on your elbows and looking over your shoulder to see an awestruck Adrian staring down at you like he couldn't quite believe how lucky he got.

"Well come on then, give it to me Vigilante." You breathed out quietly, wiggling your hips against his throbbing manhood, earning a deep groan from him. Reaching back you ran his sensitive tip over your glistening folds, earning strangled moan after moan from him before finally you lined him up with your entrance and pushed yourself around him.

"Fuck!" He half cried out, echoing through the room and no doubt the whole house, but still making some attempts to keep his volume in check as he gripped your hips hard and began fucking into you. His hips slammed against your ass as he filled you completely, the sensation quickly building in you again as you began to softly moan,

"You feel you good Adrian, you fill me up so well. I can feel you so deep inside me." With every praise his groans grew louder and his hips bucked harder, his own excitement quickly reaching its peak as he fondled your fleshy hips, squeezing your cheeks as he thrust into you from behind. Desperate to get his volume up to its maximum level you looked back over your shoulder to lock eyes with his, using one hand to interlock fingers with him while the other trailed down your body to settle between your legs. Adrian watched with wide eyes as you brought his fingers to your lips, kissing them softly, then sliding them into your mouth, sucking on them without breaking eye contact. As Adrian's breath caught in his throat, genuinely concerned he might die of happiness before he had the chance to finish, he felt you moan against his hand, now rubbing your slick clit in time with his hammering hips. Bobbing your head against his fingers, running your tongue over the tips, and moaning at your own touch had Adrian shaking in seconds, fighting back his inevitable release just to be able watch this a second longer. The overwhelming look in his wide eyes had a similar effect on you as you felt yourself start to shake again, pulling his fingers from your lips to sigh softly with your release,

"I love you so much Adrian."

"UUHH, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH." His own cry did not come softly and neither did he as he slammed into the back of you, hips stuttering as he filled you with his warmth, worried his legs might collapse beneath him the second he pulled out of you. Willing to take the risk he pulled back, easily manoeuvring you onto your back so he could climb onto the desk and on top of you.

"You're the love of my life too Adrian." You cooed softly, brushing a curl now damp with sweat off his forehead.

"I'm never getting separated from you again," he replied resolutely, before pondering sincerely,

"Do you think anyone heard?" You burst into laughter, knowing whatever teasing you got would be worth it to have your Vigilante safe and close again.

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"This is your fault you know," Adebayo cursed, casting Harcourt a begrudging look as they all tried to ignore the sound of creaking wood and breathy moans from the next room. "You had to say not to take this for granted."

"Alright fine, someone write a note, we're going to a bar and they can meet us there. First rounds on me." Harcourt admitted begrudgingly, but her soft tone was not nearly as frustrated as it should be, genuinely grateful for the safety of all her friends. Even the annoyingly in love ones.

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.˳⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ 🩸 ໒꒱ ˚⁎⁺˳ . night shift

one: back in hell

— summary: after pretending to be doctors and teachers for the last forty years, you had grown tired of playing nice. so, when you find yourself in evergreen, you decide to become a stripper. easier access to men, who threw themselves at you, whom you’d then drain of blood. being a vampire isn’t always glamorous. however, when your evil ex boyfriend is in town, murdering innocent women, you are forced to reunite with an old friend (and ex lover) to kill him. but, that cute little Vigilante is so hard to work with, when all you want to do is jump his bones.

— pairings: adrian chase x vampire/stripper!reader , emilia harcourt x vampire/stripper!reader

— warnings: sexual themes (lap dances, stripping, mentions of sex, making out, implied sex, public making out), murder and violence, swearing, implied abusive relationship with original male character. 18+ minors dni

— authors note: lol what’s with me and love triangles, i can’t help it. i still haven’t figured out who the reader will end up with at the end because i love adrian so much, i can’t help but want him at all times lol. so let me know who you suggest reader should end up with! but i’m finally publishing this work in progress i’ve had forever!! i’m so excited. also, female pronouns are used for the reader. reader also has a stripper name/stage name of Roxy and wears a pink wig while stripping. if any of these descriptions are not what you are looking for in a fic, i suggest you don’t read!

masterlist 🩸 night shift masterlist

In the sixty seven years you have been alive, you have been many different people. (Dr. Julie Dano, Professor Kathleen Cooper, Ms. Pamela Brown.) However, you have never moonlighted as a stripper. Being a vampire wasn't easy. You required a lot of blood — constantly — and easy access to men's necks was required in any position you decided on. Being a doctor was the easiest position. Being a stripper was something that never really crossed your mind the last forty five years of being a vampire. You chose safe, respectable, positions and didn't really draw any attention to yourself. You've grown tired over the last forty five years of playing nice.

Evergreen wasn't a place you decided you would call home. You stuck to big cities — Chicago, New York, Los Angeles, Miami — and never stayed for more than ten years at a time. You had been on your way out of Seattle, headed to Portland, when you stopped to get gas in a ghost town. A town that you don't think much of. When you were filling your 1955 Ford Thunderbolt — it was your fathers and occasionally you were grateful you were born in 1957 — when you spotted the flashing neon light across the street. You couldn't help but smirk as you saw the name of the club, The Landing Strip. It has been forty five years since you had real fun, and decided to walk inside.

The club was what you expected from a small town strip club. Velvet carpets, purple neon lighting, a few seats scattered around the pole in the center, and a dimly lit bar. You asked the guy at the bar if they were hiring. (You were grateful you were wearing a low cut tank top and your good push up bra). They hired you almost instantly. (Guess they don't get that many new hires).

You found a cute little two bedroom house on the outskirts of Evergreen, close to the club and the truck stop. When signing the closing papers — you paid cash and the buyer wasn't going to turn down that —, you needed to chose a new identity to go by in the town. (You couldn't be traced, you learned that a while ago. Never give you your real name, and never ever use a credit card). Roxy was slutty enough for the strip club, but tame enough to sign on closing papers.

Staying in Evergreen wasn't what you had planned, but the club paid you handsomely and you were often left alone after that. (The men at the club paid you handsomely. Mainly for you to not gossip to the town that you just gave a lap dance to a married man). They usually never lived long enough to have their reputations ruined.

You weren't sloppy with your eating habits. You chose your targets carefully and with purpose. Married men only on Wednesdays. You only killed men. (Go ahead, say that you are a female justice warrior or whatever. You just had a deep hatred for men as a whole). Sure, maybe you got sloppy on the occasional bad day or shitty customer, but you weren't perfect. (You escaped law enforcement once, and you can do it again).

In any other senario, Adrian Chase would be way too uncomfortable to be in a strip club. It was never his vibe. He never knew where to look or where to keep his hands. (Adrian had only ever been into a strip club once. He declared never again after that). Luckily for Adrian, he was here on Official Vigilante Business. He had been noticing the bodies drained of blood appearing all over town. They usually had a slit throat or a gunshot wound to the head.

When he had been showing the task force photos of the murders, Harcourt immediately perked up. Many years ago and early on into her career, Emilia Harcourt was assigned to a task force designated to capturing The Vampiress. Bodies drained of blood, with slit throats and puncture wounds to the hands, scattered across the United States. Vigilante and Emilia had put two and two together and figured out that the Vampiress must have made home in Evergreen. Emilia spotting your 1955 Ford Thunderbolt in the parking lot of The Landing Strip was just more confirmation on her hunch. Then, young girls started appearing around town, drained of blood. However, compared to the clean murder scenes the Vampiress leaves behind. These were brutal, and bloody, and personal. Emilia knew of your estranged ex husband, whom turned you into a vampire when you were nineteen. The young girls he murdered were reminiscent of you. So, instead of having you be arrested for your crimes, Emilia decided to have Vigilante and Peacemaker bring you to Emilia, in order for her to convince you to help.

You had just finished a very successful set on stage, and were wondering the floor, looking for your meal for the night. Men were calling, whistling, and touching you to get your attention, but none of them looked tasty enough. Then, in your corner of your eye, you spot two men lounging in the corner of the club. One was wearing a red and white latex suit, which you could only assume was Peacemaker. The man next to him was concealed head to toe, a black mask with a red visor hiding his face. He had a lean body and wide shoulders. You wanted to pounce on him based on his body alone. However, you were more curious to what two superheroes/antiheroes were doing at your club. You hesitated, wondering if they found out you were a vampire and had come to kill you — if they could figure out how. Instead, you persisted, desperate for a taste of Vigilante.

"Hey, fellas. What do I owe the honor to for meeting two superheroes?" You asked, making sure to tower over Vigilante. He was slowly sinking deeper into the leather chair. His visor, however, never left your eyes. You wanted to peer into his soul, learn all of his deepest secrets as you drink his sweet blood.

Peacemaker spoke, noticing the staring contest between you and Vigilante, "Just wanted to have a fun night. Saving the city is so hard, you know?"

You giggled, even though you thought he was meathead. A girl has to make a living somehow, "Well, since you boys do so much of your city, I would be willing to forego my usual private dance fee. A way to give back to my community, you know?"

Your eyes were still locked with Vigilante, who had yet to say a word through his black mask. You bent over, giving Vigilante a better view of your cleavage. You ran a manicured finger down the grooves of his suit, teasing him.

"You want a dance, pretty boy?" You asked softly, just enough for Vigilante to hear over the bass thumping throughout the club.

Vigilante nodded vigorously and you giggled at his eagerness. You stood back up and extended your perfectly manicured hand to guide Vigilante to the back. He quickly accepted and stood up. You nodded for Peacemaker to follow you two into the private room. The boys followed you into the back, past drunk men and your giggling coworkers, and entered one of the private rooms.

The two boys sat down in the leather seats that surrounded the room. You slowly made your way over to Vigilante and straddled him.

"You know, I normally don't let my clients touch me, but because you do so much for the community, I'm willing to forgo that rule, pretty boy," You whispered into what you could only assume is his ear. Vigilante eagerly grabbed your hips as you gyrated on his lap to the beat of the music.

"So, when did you get into town? I haven't seen you around before," Peacemaker spoke up a few seats away from you.

You grinded yourself on Vigilante's lap again, "A few weeks ago. I was on my way to Portland, but I stopped here for gas, and I found the cutest house. So, I decided to stay."

You leaned down to whisper into Vigilante's ear again, "You know, pretty boy. I could always give you the address to my house, if you wanted to come over tonight."

Vigilante's head whipped to look at you, as you dragged an acrylic nail down the edges of his mask, "Y-You want me to come home with you?"

You giggled, "Yeah, pretty boy. To give back to the community, you know?"

Vigilante nodded and Peacemaker rolled his eyes, "Do I not get a dance?"

"Sorry, not my type. I'll have to charge you," You said, as Vigilantes hand went to grope your breast.

"Well, fuck this then," Peacemaker said, before drawing his gun and pointing it at you.

Your eyes widened and quickly hopped off of Vigilante, running towards the door. Before you were able to make it to the door, Vigilante tripped you, causing you to fall flat onto your face. You groaned and rolled onto your jack, clutching your head, as you watched the two men tower over your body.

"P-Please don't hurt me! I'm just trying to make a living! I-I'm sorry that I wanted to fuck your friend and not you! You can join! If-If you don't kill me," You begged, trying to maintain your façade as Roxy The Stripper.

"Bullshit. We know you are a vampire, and we know that you have been killing men around town," Peacemaker stated. The barrel of his gun still locked on to you.

"Yeah, Roxy! If that is even your real name!" Vigilante exclaimed, his gun also drawn, pointing at your leg — at least he was being polite about it.

"Dude! It's not, it-it's like her stripper name," Peacemaker said exhaustively, turning his head away from you to look at Vigilante. You took this opportunity to  kick Peacemaker in the shin with your stiletto heel, before trying to stand up to run to the door.

Peacemaker cried out at the stab to his shin, screaming some expletives and calling for Vigilante to grab you. You were almost about to open the door, before Vigilante ran up behind you and clutched your throat with his gloved hands.

"Didn't know you were into the kinky stuff, Vig. I bet you are really kinky, huh?" You quipped, giving him a seductive smirk. Vigilante whispered an apology into your ear, which scared you. It was the last think you heard as a needle dug deep into your neck, sending you to sleep.

When you came to, there was a bag covering your head and you were bound to a chair. You suddenly started regretting your decision on giving Vigilante a free lap dance. The bag was torn off your head and you squinted your eyes to adjust to the sunlight. You were bound to an office chair, still wearing you outfit from the club. You looked at your surroundings, noticing Peacemaker and Vigilante hovering over you, until you locked eyes with Emilia Harcourt. You had a long and complicated history with Emilia Harcourt. One that ended with you almost being arrested.

"Hey, Emmy. You know, if you missed me, you could have just called," You chirped out, giving her a toothy smile.

Emilia rolled her eyes, "You keep changing your phone number, babe. Can never keep track."

Peacemaker and Vigilante shared equal looks of shock and confusion. (Vigilante was very good at expressing his emotions through the mask. God, you wanted to fucking pounce on him).

"Babe?"

"Emmy?"

You spun yourself in the office chair, "Do you want to tell them, or should I?"

Emilia gripped the back of the office chair to keep you from spinning, "Whatever you tell them is going to be wrong."

You pouted your lips, "I can't believe you think so little of our love affair."

Emilia turned her attention back to the men, "Well, I told you I was assigned to a task force that was dedicated to capturing The Vampiress. I, may have gotten a little too close to target."

"Emmy, you fucked me and told me to run because I was about to get captured. I think that's more than a little too close."

You made eyes with Vigilante, who still seemed to be in shock from the revelation, "It's okay, pretty boy. No hard feelings for kidnapping me. I'll still take you home after this if you want."

Emilia and Chris shouted, "No!"

"You are a vampire! You are probably going to kill him," Chris shouted at you.

You pouted, "I wasn't going to kill him! Suck his blood, maybe. But only if he was into it!"

"Whatever! That's — whatever!" Emilia shouted out, running a hand through her short blonde hair in frustration

You smirked, "You jealous, baby?"

Emilia scoffed and rolled her eyes, "Trust me, babe. If I didn't need you right now, I would have let Vigilante kill you tonight."

You frowned and turned your head to Vigilante, "You were going to kill me? I thought we had something special going, pretty boy?"

Vigilante remained calm and his voice seemed deeper than when you spoke to him inside the club, "You were also going to kill me."

You shrugged your shoulders the best you could while strapped down to the chair, "To each their own, I guess. Now, can someone please explain why I'm here if I'm not going to jail?"

"Your husband is in town, it appears," Emilia said coldly.

You shuddered, "Do not call him my husband. Technically, I'm a widow."

"Well, technically he is too. But, that's besides the point. We need your help to track him down and stop him for killing any more girls."

Your eyes widened and whispered. You weren't one to be timid, unless it involves him, "They all look like me, don't they?"

Emilia nodded and gave you a sympathetic smile, "Yeah. I'm sorry, babe. I-I wouldn't ask you to do this if I had any other options."

You gave her a genuine smile, "Thanks, Emmy. Now, can you please untie me. My arms hurt."

Emilia reluctantly untied your binds and you stood up from your spot in the office chair. Vigilante, Emilia, and Christopher were ogling at you as you stretched your arms behind your head, giving them a great view of your outfit. You were still wearing your clothes from the club, a bejeweled bra and a purple thong. You rolled your eyes at the three clearly staring at your exposed frame.

"Did anyone bother getting my stuff out of my locker?" You asked, placing a hand on your hip and slowly peeling off the bright pink wig that you wore when you worked at the club.

The boys stared at you lost again, watching as your real hair cascades out of the wig. How you shook your hair loose, giving them a perfect view of your neck. Emilia sharply smacked the both of them in the head. Peacemaker groaned and began putting up an argument with Emilia. You decided to ignore them and focus your attention back on Vigilante, who was awkwardly standing in front of you, not knowing where to look.

You placed your hand on his chest and grinned at him, “My place?”

Vigilante nodded eagerly again, and you couldn’t wait to attach yourself to him. You never wanted to let him go, “Just to make sure you get home safely, you know. Since I’m a hero, and all.”

You gave him a seductive smirk and laced your hands with his gloved ones, dragging him out the door. You winked at Emilia and Chris before running out the door with Vigilante.

Vigilante scooped you up into his arms. In response, you wrapped yourself around him and quickly made work to expose his bare neck. He seemed to stop for a second, maybe hesitant on if you were going to drink his blood. But relaxed and carried on to the car as you began to suck hickeys into his neck.

He leaned you over the hood of his car and quickly pulled his mask up over his lips, allowing you to attack them with your own. You two were sloppily making out on the hood of his car, in front of Emilia and Peacemaker, who stood in the doorway, watching with awe as you two aggressively made out.

“So, you and the vampire, huh?” Chris chirped up, whispering in Emilia’s ear and he watched Vigilante press kiss his way down your chest.

“Shut it, Smith. Do not tell anyone else about this? Got it?” Emilia grumbled out, turning away to walk back into the office before Vigilante could tear your bra off.

Chris laughed and watched as Vigilante sucked on your breast, “Be here by nine tomorrow! Debriefing!”

Vigilante gave him a thumbs up, not even detaching himself from you, before picking you back up and throwing you into the passenger seat on his Vigilante-Mobile, and speeding off.

[canyousonicme]

“Certain actors have a reputation for being difficult. I don’t want to be one of those people”. - Alex Kingston


INTERVIEW: The Sunday Post


It comes as no surprise to Alex Kingston that her daughter has decided to follow in her footsteps, despite her best efforts to temper her acting ambitions.

The actress fell pregnant with Salome, now 19, when she was playing surgeon Elizabeth Corday on the long-running US medical drama ER in the ’90s.

Alex’s pregnancy was written into the script and Salome, whose father is German writer Florian Haertel, was just weeks old when she joined the cast as Elizabeth and Dr Mark Greene’s baby girl.

Now, two decades on, mother and daughter are working together again, this time in a Doctor Who spin-off audio drama, The Diary Of River Song. Now in its eighth series, it focuses on the Time Lord’s brilliant wife, the poetically named River Song, whom Alex has played on the TV show since 2008. Salome, meanwhile, plays the part of her synthetic humanoid companion, Rachel.

Alex said: “My daughter was in my belly on ER then played the role of our baby girl Ella Greene. She’s secretly always had the desire to act, but I was always adamant that she finished her education first.

“Salome plays a character who River Song meets up with occasionally and they have adventures together. Working with my daughter has been terrific fun. I am super-impressed with her. She is incredibly professional.”

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Alex with daughter Salome

For the past year Alex and Salome have been isolating together at her London home, alongside Alex’s third husband, television producer Jonathan Stamp. The pair married in an intimate Italian ceremony in 2015, and Salome was a bridesmaid.

They are joined by Alex’s German-born mother, Margarethe, who sadly suffers from dementia. It sounds like a potentially stressful set-up but Alex has cherished the unexpected extra family time lockdown gifted her.

Alex, who celebrated her 57th birthday a few days after the first lockdown was announced last March, said: “My daughter had arrived from New York and decided she wanted to live with us. Then my mother, who has dementia, suffered two strokes early on in lockdown and she moved in as well. So I was her carer.

“It was an amazingly special time. And I cherish it. Particularly with my mother, because I wouldn’t have had that opportunity otherwise.”

Like the rest of us, Alex has relied heavily on streaming services to keep her entertained during the long days spent at home. She even broke her self-imposed rule of not watching her own stuff on screen.

She said: “We did all the usual things, massive clear-outs, and of course binge-watched TV. I loved Schitt’s Creek, Call My Agent, Bridgerton and Luther. I can’t bear to watch myself on the television. However, I started watching ER, because it was streaming on Channel 4. I look at myself and it’s like I am watching someone else. It’s such a good show, and it’s really held up!”

She added: “As much as everyone is saying this is the year that they want to forget, I actually feel it’s a year one can never forget. It certainly wasn’t an easy time. However, I have much stronger memories of the year, and of the patterns of the year than I have ever had pre-pandemic, when there was always so much rushing around.”

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Alex in 1994 with fellow ER cast members (l-r) Anthony Edwards, Eriq La Salle, Goran Visnjic, Noah Wyle

Alex began her career at the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art, where she met her first husband, Skyfall actor Ralph Fiennes. They were together for 10 years before marrying in 1993. Two years later, Alex was left bereft when Fiennes left her after an alleged affair with a co-star. The London-born actress has barely stopped working since she first appeared on UK screens in 1980, as Jill Harcourt on the iconic children’s series Grange Hill. She continued to find success in UK dramas including Upstairs Downstairs, and The Fortunes And Misfortunes of Moll Flanders.

She first appeared in the fourth series of Doctor Who alongside David Tennant in 2008. Alex thought it was a one-off but has reprised the role in 15 episodes between 2008 and 2015.

It’s thanks to her Doctor Who appearances and, more recently, Sky’s hit supernatural drama, A Discovery Of Witches, that she has become known to a new generation of fans.

During her long and successful career, Alex has never been afraid to call out sexism in the industry. When she was dropped from ER aged 41, after seven seasons, she accused producers of ageism. saying “Apparently, I, according to the producers and the writers, am part of the old fogies who are no longer interesting.”

Then, when she auditioned for the role of Lynette Scavo on Desperate Housewives which eventually went to Felicity Huffman, she says she was turned away for being too curvy.

Although vocal about the challenges that face women, she admits she has seen positive changes in attitudes towards female talent in recent years.

She says: “When I was working on ER, I thought that I wasn’t allowed to get pregnant, I didn’t want to offend the producers as that is not what they had intended. I thought that I would have to ask permission. It was Anthony Edwards, who played my on-screen husband, who said ‘Don’t be ridiculous, don’t wait for them to allow you, you are not that important. If you want to have a child, go and have a child, and they will find a way to work round you.’ So I took his advice.

“I grew up with this notion that one had to be polite and always ask for permission. Whereas this generation don’t. They just get up and do it. The lovely and talented Teresa Palmer, whom I work with on A Discovery of Witches, is constantly popping out babies. Production just work around her. And it’s great, I admire her very much for that.”

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Alex in ER

Alex puts her staying power down to being in the right place at the right time – and being nice to people, though she says theatre will provide her with a safety net should the TV work dry up one day.

She said: “Being as versatile as possible helps. I’m up for anything as long it is written well.

“I had a formal training. My first love is theatre. Having that as a backbone will always support me. In an industry that will favour youth more, theatre is always there. In order to succeed on the stage you have to have had good solid training and know how to handle your voice.

“Also, being a nice person counts for a lot. If you were difficult you would get a reputation. Of course there are actors who are extremely difficult and tiresome to work with, and there will come a point at which you think is it worth it? I don’t want to be one of those people.”

Despite her time-travelling credentials Alex has no idea what the future holds but still harbours a dream of being a Bond Girl (though obviously not one who falls for the smooth-talking spy).

She laughs: “I would love to be a villain in a James Bond movie, the real villain, the main one. Because they’ve never had a female villain. And I want to be a villain who does not find James Bond sexy at all. And doesn’t succumb to his charms, I want to be his real nemesis.”

Time for a return to Tardis?

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Alex alongside Peter Capaldi in Doctor Who

From ER to the Tardis, Alex’s career to date has been distinguished by roles opposite fictional doctors, whether medical or time-travelling.

The smash-hit hospital drama which made her a star in the ’90s famously launched the Hollywood career of a certain George Clooney. Then in 2008, Alex won a new generation of fans as the wife of Doctor Who.

Because the Doctor transmutates over time Alex, as River Song, gets several leading men for the price of one. Alex said: “Essentially my character is the same, so there’s continuity there, and the fun is interacting with someone who is essentially the same man, but in a different skin and with a different energy.”

Perhaps the least lucky man in the role was Matt Smith.

Alex explained: “One of the most memorable parts of filming was when I flew through the universe, got caught in the Tardis and kneed Matt Smith, who was playing the Doctor at the time, in a sore place by mistake. There were a few tears of laughter from me and cries of pain from him.”

Speculation is rife among fans that Alex will return to the Whoniverse, if the incumbent Time Lord Jodie Whittaker steps down. All Alex will say is: “My Tardis door is always open…” [x]

[mist-the-wannabe-linguist]

1-38 from the latest ask game you shared, asked in order for the first 38 characters in the list you shared (as in like.. 1 for Alphonse, 2 for Caroline, 3 for Victor, and so on)

Jay ffs

<3

(If it's a one-character question I'll go by character number on my list, if it's a "which character" question I'll just answer normally Also a minor note, there are some duplicate names, so Thomas Walton, Margaret's and Robert's uncle, will always be referred to as "uncle Thomas" or simply "uncle" and Thomas Martin the orphan boy from Robert's crew will be simply "Thomas", "William" is always William Frankenstein and "Will" is always William Saville, Margaret's son) 1. Does your character have good aim? Pretty sure Alphonse would shoot himself in the foot if given a musket. I have firm belief that none of the Frankensteins can aim with any kind of long range weapon or even just throwing rocks

2. What would history remember your character for? Dying of scarlet fever apparently

3. Does your character prefer to work in silence or with noise and of what kind? Victor definitely silence. Complete isolation from everyone and everything and nighttime is the best time since there's also no outside noise

4. Has your character ever been handcuffed or tied up? No which is a little strange considering Elizabeth gives off the vibes of someone who'd be arrested for arson

5. Can your character cook?

Ernest knows a couple recipes he was forced to learn after going into hiding some time after his family's death, but since he shares nearly all meals with Ferret (no cat food back then) he barely ever uses salt, pepper or any spices, making everything bland as hell. He no longer minds but anyone else probably wouldn't like it

6. Who did your character look up to as a child? Not sure if look up to is the correct word here but I imagine William would often hear about Victor from the rest of the family, how smart he is, how one day he will be a great scientist etc, which most likely led to him creating a very idolized image of his eldest brother

7. Do any of your characters have depression? Would probably be easier to ask which ones don't

8. Who has the worst luck? Adam, it seems. Going off info in the book many of the bad experiences (beaten up by Felix, shot by the farmer) were the result of being in the wrong place at the wrong time

9. Could your character win an arm wrestling competition? How well would they do? Not sure if win but Justine could hold pretty well against most people. She absolutely can beat Victor but let's be honest, who wouldn't

10. Would your character give up the chance to come back to life as a god so that someone else could be saved? Henry absolutely would without question

11. What is your character’s favorite historical or fairy tale figure? I imagine Adam would not exactly know to make a distinction between fiction and reality and would take the books he's read during his time with the DeLaceys as recollections of historical events. So naturally, he would relate to Lucifer as is already said in the book, but I also imagine he would like Solon (described in Plutarch's Lives)

12. Would your character marry someone their family didn’t approve of? I love how this question ended up being for Edmund because yeah, that is exactly what happened lmao. He did end up getting disowned by his family and they cut all contact with him so, yeah

13. Do/Did any of your characters have large ears they had to grow into as a kid? Oscar did!

14. Are any of your characters nonverbal? Patroclus sometimes goes nonverbal which caused plenty issues in childhood before his parents pulled him out of school and began homeschooling him instead. For these moments they developed a sign languages of sorts, which Patroclus eventually teaches to Harcourt.

15. Did your character ever want to be a cowboy? Not sure if she even knew about them but Awa would probably tell you pirates are much better

16. How does the way your character present themselves in public differ from how they are in private? Uncle Thomas cares a lot about his public appearance and generally tries his best to fit with the idea of an "example citizen" and it is this appearance he cares more about keeping than being, you know, a decent human being. The only difference, more or less, is that in private he is much warmer toward his son Paul and speaks with Margaret and Robert, though most of the time it's little more than how he would speak with the servants of the house, while in public (or when having guests over) he either straight up does not associate with them or uses them to win sympathy of others (as in "look at me, I have been burdened with caring for my late brother's mulatto children, pity me")

17. How petty is your character? Paul is not, or only in joke. Though his father keeps saying he's being needlessly petty when it comes to Robert and Margaret ("you act as if I beat them" maybe not but neglect and treating them as subhuman is still abuse you asshole)

18. Is your character pro or anti union? Not sure what kind of unions the ask means but if it's about labor unions, those weren't really a thing back then so yeah

19. Does your character like carrots? As the professional soup maker Margaret does quite like carrots

20. How self-confident is your character? Robert is pretty self-confident, especially when he's in his element (aka on the sea) though the confidence does drop a little on mainland in regular society but usually you wouldn't notice. He's come a long way since he was a teen

21. Do any of your characters have heterochromia? Victor does! Sectoral heterochromia, a brown spot taking up about 1/6 of his left eye!

22. Do any of your characters have someone named after them? Or are they named after someone else?

Harcourt is named after a distant relative François-Henri d'Harcourt, a French general and a representative of the French king in Britain

23. Do any of your characters have facial markings? Harcourt has piebaldism and it's a great source of self image issues for pretty much all his life, during the voyage begin a path of self-acceptance but it is not until he meets Patroclus when he truly learns to accept and love himself

24. What is your character’s opinions on squirrels? Oscar thinks of them as cute fluffy little critters but he'd rather they kept out of the yard because they drive the dogs crazy

25. Does your character experience sexism for the job/title they hold? Mary is 12 but in the future as a woman she won't be able to officially do the job she'd want (not sure what yet but something related to mathematics) but she's a smart cookie and will find loopholes to allow her to do what she wants

26. Are any of your characters missing fingers? Thomas did, for about a week, then he lost the rest of the lower arm

27. Does your character know how to tie different kinds of knots? Robert, Corbin, Fritz, Harcourt and all the sailors as it's part of their job, and Ernest from rock climbing. Margaret likely knows a couple from back when Robert was learning as a child

28. How much does your character giggle? Will does, quite often when one of the many critters he adopted does something silly. He's a happy kid

29. Are any of your characters nameless? (In that there is no legal record of them existing, they just don’t have names in canon, or history remembers them but not their name?) Before being forcibly made to join the army and assigned the last name Martin, Thomas had no identification papers, no last name or family record. He does not even know his birth date.

30. How independent was your character as a teen? Very, Corbin ran away from home and joined the navy when he was only 12 and could take care of himself ever since then

31. How much does your character care about their appearance? Madelaine is pretty chill, she likes to look pretty but does not take it very seriously. No matter what, she'll always be the most beautiful woman in Corbin's life

32. Do you have any characters who are twins? Margaret's children Will and Mary! Also Victor and Elizabeth are technically twins via adoption

33. Does your character like math? How good are they at it? Henriette feels like she would be more mathematically inclined than her sister Amélie but I don't think she has any large interest in it

34. Do any of your characters collect sea-shells or wear shell jewelry? Margaret has a couple pieces of jewelry with little shells that Awa brought her from her voyages when she was little

35. Naptime, yes or no? Amélie? No. She goes on full energy mode the whole day and when night comes she just drops dead

36. Would your character prefer to sit around and chill or be up and moving and doing something? Most of his job involves sitting around writing prescriptions or checking patients anyway and de Lesseps is pretty okay with that

37. Did any of your characters have a fever they almost died from as a child? Ernest. At least four times. Also Elizabeth almost died from scarlet fever. And Thomas technically, though the fever was a side effect of an infected wound

38. Does your character worry about breaking the rules and getting in trouble? Fritz generally abides by rules but if he thinks a rule is stupid or actually dangerous he will go around it, even if it means he'll get in trouble. If he thinks he's in the right he'll be able to defend himself pretty well most of the time Adding questions because I was told the ask was meant to get an answer for every character and some questions simply did not fit 39. Do any of your characters have the responsibilities of an adult despite being a child, or did they when they were? Corbin did as a teen serving in the navy and Awa with the pirates, Margaret taking care of Robert when Edmund was busy working, Elizabeth and Justine taking care of Ernest and William after Caroline died, Jindra watching her younger siblings and helping her dad at the smithy, and Thomas, Léo and Luc having to fend for themselves since they were 8

40. If a loved one died, how long would they stay in mourning? I...hate that this is the question that ended up being for Soulier. Spoilers! Next!

41. Do other people around your character dictate their life or do they get to choose for themselves? Harcourt barely ever had any say in anything as a child, his whole life was controlled and organized even into his adulthood and it caused him some major personal issues. Though he would get anything he asked for (toys, clothes, animals...) he was expected to follow whatever his parents said

42. Did/do any of your characters have an arranged marriage? I mean *Gestures generally toward Victor and Elizabeth*

43. Do you have any widows/widower characters? Alphonse, Henry's dad, technically Edmund although Awa was never confirmed dead, uncle Thomas, aaaaand spoilers

44. Are any of your characters overshadowed by other siblings? Or have parents who clearly have a favorite? *Glares at the Frankensteins in general* Alphonse and Caroline made it pretty clear that Elizabeth is their favourite, and Ernest very much did feel overshadowed by Victor in his late teens especially since Alphonse constantly used Victor as an example as for why Ernest should go to university (because "that's how you find the most success"), and then later during the voyage for the first couple months because it was clear Robert would rather have Victor there than him, and continued to think so long after it has stopped being true because insecurity and depression

45. Would your character kill someone to get what they want? Louis? Absolutely not. He was forced to kill in the army and he does not want to raise a weapon against anyone ever again

46. Does your character prefer to lead or follow? Kind of a mix but I feel like Thomas was among the leading members of the gang of street kids he spent most of his life with. Afterwards the people he's with are usually a lot older than him

47. Has your character ever stolen anything? Djinn has stolen many a girl's heart and Stefan's which he's not particularly happy about because he can't ever return those feelings and hates seeing Stefan sad Also pretty sure he eventually owns a deck of cards he stole from a devil

48. Are any of your characters apprentices? Jindra was technically an unofficial blacksmith apprentice, as a woman she wouldn't be able to take over the trade but she has as much skill as her brothers

49. Are any of your characters certified Bird Nerds ™? Will is a certified Animal Nerd™ in general. Harcourt technically since he had a great interest in falconry as a child

50. Are any of your characters Good Dads ™? Oscar, Edmund, Louis has minor dad energy though most of the time he's more of an older brother kind of person and Corbin is Everyone's Dad™

51. Do any of your characters have grandparents who are named and living in canon? Some will eventually become those grandparents themselves but spoilers

52. Would your character prefer to have history know the truth or have many different versions of their life? I think Stefan would rather not have history know that he's still alive centuries later. If he was not already presumed dead after a "mysterious illness" shortly after being turned into a vampire, he will most likely fake his death at some point in the late 1800s and live under different identities/as different animals

53. What if the furthest your character has ever walked in a given stretch of time? When it was not possible to use horses the Three sometimes had to walk for the whole day and Jindra never had any problem with that

54. Would your character prefer to visit a new city or stay at home? Johan did visit a new city and the voyage and the previous fishing trips on the sea were a way of getting away from home at times

55. Do you have any characters who despite trying their best ended up being horrible parents? Alphonse and Caroline kinda failed in some major aspects, yeah

56. Do any of your characters have step-family? There will be but spoilers

57. Do any of your characters consistently wear hats? During the voyage Thomas very often wears a hat he got from Amélie to keep him warm. Robert has his captain hat

58. Does your character prefer the ocean or the mountains? Ilse feels like someone who'd prefer mountains but not sure, though she often spent time at the port with her good friend and ex-boyfriend Johan

59. What kinds of things does your character use as paperweights? Luc never even owned any papers so yeah

60. If faced with certain death, would your character continue to speak out against injustice? I'm pretty sure Léo had some nasty words for Robespierre and the system in general when he was led toward the guillotine

61. Have any of your characters struggled with addiction? Victor with laudanum and Fritz with alcohol. Corbin with alcohol too but not as severe and both he and Fritz have mostly recovered (Fritz will not touch alcohol when he does not have to and Corbin still sometimes relies on a little bit of rum to help falling asleep)

62. Have any of your characters adopted anyone? Louis fully adopted Thomas as a younger brother in every way except legal by the time they emigrated to London (though pretty much everyone in the crew ended up considering Thomas their son/little brother eventually), Djinn was adopted though I cannot say by who, and there's one more character who will end up adopted but that is spoilers as well

63. How far would your character go to help those in need? We don't have much for the character of Anne-Lise but given that Louis is her older brother I think she too would go to great lengths to help someone

64. Do your characters know any old blind swordsmen per the trope? I don't know the trope and there are no old blind swordsmen in the AU as far as I know

65. Is your characters energetic? Benedict is not exactly energetic, feels more like a sit down scientist

66. How much of a disappointment/scandal to their family is your character? Not much, Horace successfully finished his studies at Ingolstadt so I imagine his family was/is pretty proud of him

67. Would your character be willing to do something they consider morally wrong in order to achieve their goals? No, I don't think so. Nikita is a good guy Welp that was long as heck but it was a lot of fun! Thanks!

[dork-empress]

So I started making a list of british actors for varied parts. A lot of it is variable, as most of Temeraire is a bunch of Uptight British Gentlemen types, and England makes those in Bulk.

HOWEVER, as I was doing it, the cast list looked very...white. In future books/seasons where they go to other countries, this list is expanded, of course, but still. I thought 'well it is a historical piece, so it is accurate' and then I threw up on myself and came to my senses. It's all made up anyway, and Naomi Novik herself came up with a plausible reason to have women lead characters. I could do the same!

I still do want Will Laurence to be played by a white man, specifically this one:

Charlie Hunnam, of Pacific Rim and King Arthur fame. The Perfect Twunk British guy who's all strong looking, but could play both the Very Proper (Awkward) British Gentleman, as well as a fun loving dragon dad, and a feral warrior captain. He's our fish out of water character, so it makes sense he's as close to our idea of old timey british man as we can get.

NOW THOUGH: The aviators in this series are canonically lower staffed as it's hard to find people unafraid of dragons, plus they're a bit looser with the rules: as long as they get people on the dragons, they dont much care who they are, and dragons certainly don't give a damn about racism. Therefore, I think *historically* it would make sense as a career for a Freedman, or a Freedman's son, who may not have many prospects.

Enter John Granby:

THATS RIGHT ITS A PACIFIC RIM REUNION

Canonically, John Granby is lower-class, and was sent to the Aviators at age 7 because his family couldn't feed him. This contributes to how bitter he is about Laurence, a gentlemen, just GETTING an uber rare dragon egg with no work, basically. Changing his race doesn't really change his backstory, and in fact enhances the tension with Laurence: We imagine he has had to have worked 4 times as hard as everyone around him to get half as much. Plus, John Boyega can do the physical comedy amazingly once he gets his own dragon (spoilers) who is a fireball.

Harcourt and Berkley can go a number of ways, though I favor Rose Leslie for Harcourt because pretty and feisty red head. Though Bonnie Wright may also work. I have Timothy Spell for Berkley, but again, I just need an overweight british man, I think I can find one.

For Jane Roland though:

ITS CERSEI'S TURN FOR A DRAGON, BITCH!

But honestly it's her role in Imagine Me and You (great lesbian film if you're looking) that sets her as the crass but firm leader that Jane Roland needs. Plus, look at her, she could definitely Dom Laurence.

(though if we're opening this up to American Actors, she may have to fight for the role with Charlize Theron....)

For the dragons voice acting, I would like a Chinese-British voice for Temeraire, seeing as he's a Chinese Dragon raised British. You could bring forward some great british voice actors like John Rhys Davies and even, I'll say it, Benedict Cumberbatch. Say what you want, he has a good voice. Also Tom Holland for Levitas. Saying a brittle "You Came!" to his Captain as he dies, in the same tone as Spider-man's "I don't feel so good..." Ugh, I'm gutted thinking about it.

I want to throw Riz Ahmed in there somewhere. Maybe for Keynes, the Dragon Doctor? I can't pin it down, but he feels right for this series. I'd like a few British Indian's among the cast, considering the time period.

for season 2 I think Chow Yun-fat for Prince Yonxiang, Benedict Wong for sympathetic Sun Kai, and Gemma Chan as voice of Lien, the "evil" dragon. In Season 3, we need someone mixed Chinese and Caucasian for Tharkay, and I think Andy Serkis to do voice for the Feral Dragon Leader Arkady. Oh! And change Gong Su the chef to a woman. If you really want historical accuracy, maybe she came with her husband who died (there was another chef who disappeared on the journey). we just need more women of color in here. Maybe one on Temeraire's crew? Hm.

So yeah. I mean, it's not like a lot of them are set in stone, but I'm happy with a few of these choices to the point I can see it clearly in my mind.

[cassiopeiasara]

2020 fic in review

I was inspired by @chainofclovers post of looking back through the year in 5 fics and thought I might take a stab at it. I very much expected not to write very much fic this year and if that had ended up the case, it definitely would have been understandable. Somehow though I wrote somewhere in the ballpark of 120k (~110k published on ao3). So here are some standouts:

let us possess one world, each hath one, and is one. The Bletchley Circle. Lucy Davis/Millie Harcourt/Jean McBrian. Rating: E. Word count: 10,690.

If anyone had told me even a year before I wrote this that I would endeavor to write a threesome, I would have said they most certainly had the wrong person. If they’d further explained the point of said threesome had very little to do with romance, I would have told them I was incapable of such things. To my eternal surprise however, this fic exists. I’m incredibly proud of it. I sought to write a fic about friendship, healing, and the redemptive power/freedom in queer sex and I think I managed it pretty well. I adore these characters so much and I very much wanted to give Lucy an arc that explained how she became so confident in s2 and this feels like it fits.

An Afternoon with You. The Worst Witch. Ada/Hecate. Rating: G. Word Count: 1,534.

There’s not anything especially remarkable about this fic. It’s a fluffy oneshot full of things you’d expect from me but this was the first in a collection of fics that I will remember as my comfort fics in 2020. They were often written/published late at night and sourced from prompt suggestions by friends. The beauty in the experience for me is all I wanted was to write something warm in a ship that feels very much like my comfort zone after writing them for three years now.

One Beloved Lure to Loving The Worst Witch. Ada/Hecate. Rating: G. Word Count: 3,301.

Many people familiar with me and my fic in the last three years are WELL aware that I can let my word count get out of hand real fast. In an effort to curb that and challenge myself, I wanted to write at least one AU that was contained to a oneshot. By some miracle, I managed two and this was the second one. Not only that, I played with style in my storytelling and the result is something that was not only enjoyable to write but very fun to read to. I usually have to have a great deal of distance from finishing my fics to enjoy reading them back. That’s not the case with this one.

Want You More Each Time The Bletchley Circle. Millie Harcourt/Jean McBrian. Rating: M. Word Count: 5,803.

I truly wanted to give @rainshaded a fic that affected them as much as their Once/Twice series in The Worst Witch affects me. We’d thrown around the idea of Millie and Jean being friends with benefits in the war then starting up again throughout canon. I’d held off on it for a while thinking it would need to be a really long story until I was like actually I could do it in 5+1 style. I really like how it turned out and it was nice to know I could write another oneshot with them rather than thinking I’d have to battle an epic story every time I sat to write them (though I do have one planned).

How This Grace Thing Works Legend of Korra. Kya/Lin. Rating: E. Word Count: 39,273.

I never thought I’d finish a longfic in 2020. I’d started one in the summer for a different fandom and just thought the year was too chaotic to be able to focus long enough for a multi chapter story. Imagine my surprise when I not only wrote this but wrote it in a month and a half. I hadn’t written a story so long in so short a time in 5 years. I was thoroughly intimidated by such a lush canon world and a fandom that was new to me but very well established (and experiencing a revival) and so I saw it as a challenge. I found I wanted to tell a story that included physical recovery from an injury which I haven’t been able to do in the six years since my stroke recovery AND I really wanted to play on something I think the series does really well which is family. Kya and Lin are both aunts with different styles of relating and it was really cool and fun to lean into that for both of them. I also learned that larger fandoms are very overwhelming and difficult for me and while I very much enjoyed this story, I don’t have plans for another massive one for this pairing. It makes it all the more special that this one exists.

Feel free to do this and say I tagged you if you like. It was much more fun than I expected.

[lovestrvck]

introducing the lover . . . beatrice anderson-yamada

handwritten letters, reciting poetry in front of the class, the japanese art of kintsugi.

hey friends !! i’m ash, i’m 23, in the est and i use she / her pronouns !! i’m so excited to rp with you all, your intros are amazing. i’m writing beatrice “bea” anderson-yamada, aka the lover skeleton. i’m really excited to introduce you all to her ! if you want to read her into bio / app, you can find that here

stats

full name: beatrice georgina anderson-yamada

nicknames: bea, tris ( for one terrible month after divergent became big...a lot of regrets there trust me), yamada

gender & pronouns: cis female & she / her

sexuality: bisexual / biromantic

major: first year grad student in creative writing with a concentration in poetry

zodiac: cancer sun

myers-briggs: enfp

hogwarts house: hufflepuff ( but fuck jk )

alignment: lawful good

favorite food: banana pancakes

favorite drink: sweet tea or margaritas

favorite movie: titanic

favorite book: pride and prejudice by jane austen

hometown: kitty hawk, north carolina

current residence: new york, new york ( when not at school ), harcourt institute

character inspo: anne shirley ( anne of green gables ), jess day ( new girl ), guinevere beck ( you ), jo march ( little women ), juliet & romeo ( romeo & juliet )

history

tw: parental death, car accident, death, alcohol

alright i’m gonna try to keep this brief because her app was on the longer end asljdasdj

beatrice was born in kitty hawk, north carolina. it’s on the coast, so she is a lil beach babe. also still has a slight accent that becomes more prominent when she’s mad or drunk

her parents were star-crossed lovers who met in college. they had SUCH a meet-cute, and fell in love pretty quickly ( although they definitely had their flaws that bea doesn’t know about or acknowledge )

her mom was a rich kid from nyc who’s parents disowned her when she married bea’s dad. they moved to north carolina to be near his mom, but she died when bea was three.

anyway, jackie ( bea’s mom ) and alex ( her dad ) loved each other a lot, and they loved her to pieces. they were like the world’s best parents, and were such a close family growing up. bea’s childhood was such a happy one honestly

but then when she was seven, her father died in a car accident. it was obviously very unexpected, and hit both bea and her mother very hard. but bea’s mom was amazing and stepped up and raised her to the best of her ability. bea still felt loved and safe, even though she was of course sad and could see how sad her mother was.

she fell in love with fairytales and romance novels growing up. at some point she just...began to idolize her parents’ love and love in general. her parents’ love is untouchable in her mind - it was perfect. she’s always dreamed of a love like that. 

 in high school, bea sort of went chasing after love. she dated a lot, giving her heart to anyone who seemed like they might want it. beatrice also realized just how much she loved writing and reading poetry. 

when she was seventeen, her estranged grandmother ( jackie’s rich mom ) called them and basically begged them to move in with her. her husband, jackie’s dad and bea’s grandfather, had died of a heart attack in the middle of the night and bea’s grandmother just couldn’t handle being alone. so they packed up and moved to nyc.

bea’s grandmother paid for her college. bea chose harcourt purely based on the romantic factor - it was very gloomy and beautiful when she toured. it didn’t take long to decide on english due to her love of writing. 

joining the society was like, the best thing to ever happen to her. she loves it so much. she takes it very seriously, and loves reading the old texts. she was initiated during junior year of undergrad, and decided to come back for grad school specifically because of that. now she’s a grad student getting a masters in creative writing with a concentration in poetry. 

head canons & personality

bea’s all time literary crushes are gilbert blythe, mr. darcy, elizabeth bennet, jo march, and sydney carton from a tale of two cities. but honestly, she would throw it all away for gilbert blythe. did i mention she has big anne shirley energy ??

bea is immature in a lot of ways because she just sees the world through this rose-colored lens. she idealizes love and thinks that it must be so magical, but real love is messy and it can hurt sometimes. she thinks the love her parents had was just incredible, but honestly? they fought. they got angry at one another. there was a good portion towards the beginning of their relationship where jackie didn’t even want to acknowledge that she was dating alex because her parents wouldn’t approve. things weren’t simple or perfect, but i didn’t include that because that’s not how bea sees it. i would love for her to realize that the idea of love she has is a fantasy, and maybe even start to see her parents as real people and not just the perfect example of true love.

she’s a poet and she really is good. i think her work is sort of flowery now though, and could be better once she herself gets more depth. to me, she’s just floating above everything now, trapped in her own dream land of love and virtue and kindness. she needs someone or something to ground her back into reality.

when she was fourteen, she found one of her father’s journals and it’s her most prized possession. bea still keeps it with her. she brought it to college; it’s on a shelf in her room right now.

she goes by bea or beatrice pretty evenly, honestly.

bea can be a bit dramatic at times. she’s definitely prone to finding things so romantic and then just going to extremes with it. and honestly, she has very high expectations that are unrealistic but good luck getting through to her. 

she’s so full of love honestly. love for others and a love for life. i think she just sees the world as this big romantic adventure, which can be both immature and refreshing at times ? again, she’s so naive but like, she has such a good heart. 

honestly at some point catch her getting a book of poetry published. she’s had a few poems published in literary magazines already, but i really think she has the passion and drive to get a whole book published. and honestly, i could see her doing some more work with prose at some point and maybe even writing a romance novel. 

overall, just a dramatic, loving queen who rarely gets upset. pretty optimistic in general. she never gives up on people; she’s absolutely someone you could call to come get you in the middle of the night if you were stranded. 

i don’t have a connections page yet, but i’m so down to brainstorm some things ! hit me up on discord if you want to plot !

[philosophicalparadox]

Ooh for the vday ask how about 8-fav fanfic trope Or 38-your otp Hope you're having a good vday!

Sorry it took so long for me to answer this. How about I do both?

8. Favorite Fanfiction Trope:

That one’s easy. I love Character Development tropes, which dig into the meat of what makes a character a character. I greatly prefer these to stay within the realistic limits of the plot, if possible, but I never really get tired of them. 

38. OTP’s:

This one is...not so easy. I don’t typically have one, to be honest. I can ship anyone with anyone, given that the situation, history and personality of the characters, and timing line up. There are a few rare exceptions in different fandoms, such as Owari no Seraph, in which I ship Mika x Yuu, and Yu Yu Hakusho, in which I ship Kurama x Yusuke x Hiei almost exclusively (though Kurama is one of those characters you could really ship with almost anyone, in my opinion). And Hellsing, in which I’m really more of a Alucard x Seras fan, though I also ship him with Integra in the right context. 

There are ships I have preferences for, of course. In the Blue Exorcist universe I can ship Mephisto with almost anyone, and don’t especially have much of a preference there, as long as it makes a modicum of sense; but I do have a soft spot for Bon x Rin, and Rin x Shiemi in the right situations. The closest thing I get to an OTP in that fandom is Shura x Yukio, just because I really don’t see any other pairing as particularly feasible from a Shura standpoint.  I also definitely ship Lucifer x Homare,  because how could I not? I don’t mind Yukio x Shiemi, but it’s a bit impractical in the places I’ve seen it done. I also don’t mind Shiemi x Izumo, but it’s not a common ship, unfortunately. 

I do actually have something of an OTP in the Black Butler universe, which is a bit bizarre, and really unheard of - that is, Edward x Joanne Harcourt. Why? Because they went to school together,their personalities compliment each other really well, and it’s a HC of mine that Edward is a closet gay. Why? Because DrAmA!

I also fleetingly ship Alois x Claude, (in a rather disturbing fashion, none of that BS romanticized crap) and Hannah x Sebastian, if we are including non-manga-canon. I adore crack-ships that work beautifully with this series, but would absolutely never happen in canon. Why? Because there just aren’t any relationships that would happen in canon! So throw caution to the wind! I have found that Ronald x Undertaker works well for me, as does the very odd but oh so angsty Elizabeth x William. (Which, yes, is the “Pirate ship”)

Grell...I don’t pair with anyone, really. They are so all over the place, it’s hard to know where they should go. I love/hate Grell, in much the same way I love/hate Trancy, and similarly I have no real preference for hookups. 

Now if you wanted to get into a list of things I DO NOT ship, (or things I only ship in very certain situations), that is a MUCH longer list. But that’s not what we’re here for. :)

[diana-prince-s]

Harlots Thoughts

so I watched 3x01 at like 12:30 and I was just so psyched when I finished it because IT’S BACK, then I slept and thought about it for a little and here we are

spoilers ahead

•I’m not a huge fan of time jumps in any series and in any capacity, because I think there is a chance that a lot of necessary (and enjoyable) information is lost. Time jumps should be used appropriately (like not when you just left three to four storylines on pretty big cliff hangers).

•That said, Harlots did it and while I don’t think it was the right move, it was the move, so it’s up to the writers to make up for the lost year and give us the information -- and they didn’t.

•How did Charlotte’s house become the best one in London? When did William North leave, where is Jacob, and why don’t they have better protection than Nance (she’s formidable but come on, even Will has been taken down before)? How does Charlotte feel about Isabella, how does Isabella feel about Charlotte, and when did they make up? Did they make up? Where did all of Quigley’s girls go? Is Anne Pettifer with the Marquess of Blayne?

•On the subject of unanswered questions: Violet, Amelia, Hunt, and Mrs. Scanwell. Obviously one of the bigger cliffhangers, since Amelia was almost killed twice, Hunt was finally understanding the world of the poor and of harlotry and was going to do something about it, even as a former justice. Hunt was going to reengage his engagement to Amelia, and Amelia and Violet’s relationship was coming to a head. Also, Violet was about to be a spy.

•My theory is that the actors left. The writers wouldn’t have written an intertwined cliffhanger like that and then just write the characters out for lack of care. Also, they haven’t yet written the characters out, so it’s actually possible that they will show up in a later episode (which points to a serious flaw in this episode -- more on that later).

•Charlotte and Isabella: where are we? One of the many downfalls of a time jump, and this time jump in particular, is that we are missing an entire year of a story. The last interaction we had between Charlotte and Isabella was an angry and headstrong Isabella, finally empowered to take agency in her life, going off to get her daughter back from her brother (you know, after Charlotte wouldn’t take the situation seriously and gave Lydia an opening to take Sophia); Charlotte was overwhelmed by the death of her mother and heartbroken that Isabella refused to help her. Also, don’t forget that Isabella is the reason the women didn’t take down all the Spartans or get true justice for their fallen.

•Fast forward to one year later, and we get a total of one (1) Charlotte/Isabella scene that is supposed to fill in the gaps. I understand that the writers were trying to “show, don’t tell” this one, but they barely showed anything and told us absolutely nothing. The line about Charlotte not having any men in her bed, and the little (happy? hopeful?) look from Isabella is the only smidge of information that we received about the nature of their relationship. I can’t tell if they are lovers, just friends, or merely allies. 

•Of course, I had hoped that they’d made up and were lovers, but I think even then I’d be disappointed not having seen any of the process of making up. I’m disappointed no matter what they are, because we haven’t seen any interaction that would show us meaningful conversations over the last year (I also think in a year they would have already addressed what had happened -- a year is a super dramatic time jump).

•The scene with Isabella and Nancy was cute and was a bit more indicative of the relationship that Isabella has with Charlotte and with her house in general, but once again it doesn’t fit into the timeline of: a year after Charlotte and Isabella parted in a bad way, they are now tentative friends with obvious lingering chemistry but Charlotte still holds a grudge, but also Isabella goes to Greek Street often enough to be chummy with Nancy.

•I’m going to be honest, I’m shocked it’s taken this long for Sophia’s parentage to be questioned.

•I like the idea of Isabella pushing the boundaries of propriety and throwing out her reputation, but, once again, this seems like something that might have happened a long time ago, since Isabella spent a good number of weeks “conspiring with... harlots” in broad daylight and had already brought Charlotte and Lydia Quigley into her circles. I’m not sure why inviting Charlotte -- now a respected bawd rather than just a talented harlot -- to Isabella’s salon is that much more of a scandal now.

•I don’t understand the idea of Sophia running away, although I read someone’s theory that the servant she’s running away with was paid by Harcourt (props to whomever that was) so I guess that’s going to be neat. That just didn’t make sense to me.

•I’m interested to see where the Fanny/Charles storyline goes. I never really liked Charles, even when he worked with the women to throw Lydia in Bedlam, but to see him so low actually makes me very sad.

•They are doing really well with the Lydia storyline. I have always hated Lydia and I absolutely think she’s getting what she deserves, but every so often during the Bedlam scenes I caught myself pitying her, then I reminded myself how awful she was. That’s a really interesting and fun way to feel about a character, and I commend the writers for doing well with that.

•I love the idea of Lucy being a bawd, and I think it makes a lot of sense with her history of being afraid of men and having little desire to be a harlot. It’s weird to me that she’s this young and already a bawd, but I guess there isn’t like an age limit for bawds. Go Lucy.

•On to the men: I’m happy for Harlots’ continued presentation of  “every white straight male on our show is awful” because it’s true. However, I don’t find Alfie Allen (Isaac? Theon? What’s his name?) that interesting. He’s not particularly charming, he’s not particularly threatening, and he isn’t that witty. The rhyming and “poetic” dialogue isn’t... that good. He doesn’t have chemistry with Charlotte. Also, I feel like the entire pimp thing was brought about too quickly and resolved too quickly

•Charlotte has this incredible ability to think so quickly on her feet. She always seems to have a remedy for the fuckery she gets caught up in, because she’s really smart. However, I think that the pacing of the episode was just so bad. It took her two seconds to deal with the Pimp Problem and when it didn’t work, it took her another four seconds to get a better fix. The storyline just doesn’t challenge her.

I guess that’s all, so let me know if I forgot anything super important!

It looks like I’ll be writing fics from “the forgotten year”

[khaleesiofthegreatdairystate]

Harlots. The stakes get stake-yer.

Characters return, but many fates are still unknown.

I suppose the sex between Charlotte and Issac is so good that they keep doing it even though they’ve actively tried to ruin each other’s lives. Okay. I wonder if Isabelle would care. I’d hope she’d at least tell Charlotte that it’s clearly a terrible idea.

Poor Emily. She works so hard (pun intended) to try and better herself and situation and it’s always one step forward and two steps back. Her relationship with Hal is yet another way for her to try and climb higher. How much true affection do they have for each other?

Poor Emily. It looks like she was about to fall over when she saw Margaret. I love that they both seem to have come to have respect for each other. I wonder if they will play out more.

Margaret! Love of my life. Jonas Young clearly knows a lot of Margaret’s story but does he know all of it?

William lying to Margaret to keep her from going off it a tear to kill Issac. William lying to keep the women in his life safe is a thing he’s been doing a lot this season. Hardly surprising, considering the women in his life. Also Charlotte not telling that Lydia is out of Bedlam and lurking about. Charlotte was like Margaret last episode, now she’s acting like her pa.

How long before William learns of Lucy’s real business? How much is he going to freak out about that. A lot, probably.

Lucy actually being quick witted and helpful for once was a very nice thing to see when she cuddled up to Mr. Croft. That was like something Charlotte would do.

It’s interesting to me that Charlotte is now fatalist about her, Lucy, and Margaret being whores. Not much else to say to that but to point it out.

I wonder is Lydia going to screw over Catherine in some way. Has her time in Bedlam changed her were she’s decided not to be a totally evil bitch anymore? Is she going to help girls instead of kidnapping them and being party to their rapes and sometimes murders? Let’s wait and see. They could be doing a symbolic thing with Lydia having much less makeup on her face than she did before to show that she’s moving towards a change.

Anne Pettifer is with Harcourt now. So that explains what happened to her. She didn’t need to try to take over Golden Square because she was scooped up by a wealthy man. Still waiting to hear what happened to the Scanwells and Violet.

As to the end. Well...that happened.

[bookish2597]

Most Amazing Books to Read

We've seen these rundowns previously - from Amazon to the Telegraph to Time Magazine and past. A lot of people have arrangements of the 100 best books ever, the 100 books you should peruse, and on. What's more, flawlessly, in spite of cover, they are on the whole unique. The magnificent subjectivity of workmanship implies that no two of these rundowns ought to ever be actually indistinguishable. So this is our own, our uncommon snowflake of a rundown, conceived out of our enthusiasm for books. We kept it to fiction this time. A portion of the normal works of art are there, close by some progressively contemporary passage. There is some sci-fi, some YA, or more all else, some remarkable stories.

Do any of the included titles stun you? Is it true that you are shocked by any oversights? Tell us what makes the cut for your main 100 books.

The Testaments: The Sequel to The Handmaid's Tale

Margaret Atwood's The Handmaid's Tale—which offers a nerve racking picture of an America under extremist principle—was a touchstone well before it turned into a hit TV arrangement, yet that additional perceivability implies much more individuals are envisioning this spin-off, over 30 years really taking shape.

Moved by the Sun: My Friendship with Jackie

Carly Simon (the free-soul pop star) and Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis (the monitored previous First Lady) had an improbable fellowship, no doubt. Be that as it may, they met on Martha's Vineyard one summer, and the relationship developed into something the two ladies appreciated. In this journal, Simon expounds on the distinctions and likenesses that made for a one of a kind and paramount kinship.

The Water Dancer: A Novel

This first novel from the honor winning writer Coates, writer of the 2015 marvel Between the World and Me, pursues a youngster naturally introduced to desperate conditions yet presented with a remarkable power. It's a ground-breaking anecdote about what we can accomplish for ourselves and for our families in a world with which we're always at chances.

Red at the Bone: A Novel

The most recent from the National Book Award-winning writer of Another Brooklyn and Brown Girl Dreaming, this thin, ground-breaking novel jumps crosswise over time to recount to the account of a young lady in New York in 2001 and her mom 16 years sooner. Infrequently has such untidy, disturbing, and human story been told with such style.

Fantastic Union: Stories

At the point when a few creators move, the way of life moves with them, following each turn and change in their work with intense intrigue. Zadie Smith is one of those authors, and her first short story accumulation will be all the rage this fall. This volume assembles eleven fresh out of the plastic new sorts out with a portion of her recently distributed work.

Discover Me: A Novel

The account of Elio and Oliver—which started in Call Me By Your Name—proceeds in this continuation, which vows to be similarly as delicate, destroying, and arousing. We get a very long time later on when Sami, Elio's dad, visits him in Rome. In transit, he has a brush with destiny that changes his sentimental life until the end of time. Elio, presently an expert piano player, before long moves to Paris and has his very own issue. In the mean time, Oliver's life as an American teacher appears to be dull, and he recollects a late spring quite a while in the past, feeling a dismantle to a previous darling.

She Said: Breaking the Sexual Harassment Story That Helped Ignite a Movement

While the consequential convulsions of the #MeToo development will change our reality for a considerable length of time to come, this book—by the Pulitzer Prize-winning New York Times columnists revealed the dim history of Harvey Weinstein's inappropriate behavior—graphs its beginnings and their very own unfathomable adventure to revealing a story many idea could never be told.

Wild Game: My Mother, Her Lover, and Me

Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

Arienne Brodeur's shocking diary is the sort of obvious story that makes you wonder for what reason we'd ever need fiction. Starting during her adolescence in a bohemian Cape Cod, the gimlet-looked at book recounts to the tale of her mom's everything expending issue and how Brodeur herself turned into an accessory to a falsehood that increased than anybody could have envisioned. It's a flawlessly composed, thoroughly charming story dissimilar to any we've perused previously—and will doubtlessly be one of the most discussed books of the year.

Palm Beach, Mar-a-Lago, and the Rise of America's Xanadu

In this beguiling, zippy history of Palm Beach, Les Standiford graphs the goal's fortune from its establishing during the 1800s to the present day. The majority of the well-known Palm Beach characters, from Henry Flagler to Addison Mizner and Marjorie Merriweather Post, are available for a romping, enlightening exercise in land, American history, and recent developments.

Metropolitan Stories: A Novel

Christine Coulson went through 25 years working at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, so it's no big surprise her presentation novel is set in the background at the admired establishment. This arrangement of vignettes goes past what an easygoing guest to the historical center may see and offers a clever, agreeable take a gander at the exquisite and now and then unhinged world that exists with its dividers.

Precious stone Doris: The True Story of the World's Most Notorious Jewel Thief

It would be sufficient just to peruse the diary of one of the world's most notorious gem hoodlums, yet how might we oppose "Jewel" Doris Payne, who has said she found out about how to take the absolute best by perusing Town and Country? Her journal has everything, from her noteworthy accounts of experiencing childhood in Depression-period West Virginia to her most prominent heists, jail breaks, and endless other shimmering undertakings.

There's nothing we at T&C love in excess of a book about a private academy embarrassment. In any case, this most recent from Kevin Wilson, creator of The Family Fang, just utilizes that awesome thought as a bouncing off point for a confused, enchanting, and thoroughly engaging tale about fellowship, family, and the things we need individuals to think about us. Goodness, and furthermore individuals who can light themselves ablaze.

Year of the Monkey

Patti Smith's most recent diary is a thoughtful take a gander at her time of solo meandering in 2016. That year, obviously, brought monstrous political and social change to the nation, and Smith records it in her own expressive manner, alongside unique Polaroid photography. The American ordinance is covered with "excursion diaries," however on the off chance that there's a voice we'd need to add to that sort, it would be Smith, whose effortlessness and savvy reasoning is an appreciated analgesic during circumstances such as the present.

Up close and personal: The Art of Human Connection

Simon and Schuster

Brian Grazer, the Academy Award-winning maker behind films like A Beautiful Mind—composed this most recent book about the specialty of human association. Utilizing entrancing models from his own ritzy encounters with any semblance of Barack Obama, Bill Gates, and Spike Lee, Grazer discloses how to augment your effect on others by rediscovering a range of abilities about us all as of now have.

Sontag: Her Life and Work

In this doorstop of an account, Benjamin Moser—who has composed for T&C about his subject—jumps profound into the life of Susan Sontag who, in spite of being one of the world's most unmistakable educated people, has never been as altogether considered as she is here. This 800 or more page book, which discovers its subject at urgent crossroads in history from the Cuban Revolution to the fall of the Berlin Wall, probably won't be light perusing, however it's unquestionably fundamental.

Do You Mind If I Cancel?: (Things That Still Annoy Me)

You may know Gary Janetti from his extremely interesting royals-centered Instagram account, yet in this book he shares an alternate (yet likewise comical) side of himself. These papers investigate his fantasies of turning into a cleanser star, the battle of aching for an unattainable associate, and fantasies of impressive achievement and the vengeance it would permit are certain to fulfill Janetti's military of fans and enroll in excess of a couple of newcomers.

The Most Spectacular Restaurant in the World: The Twin Towers, Windows on the World, and the Rebirth of New York

Tom Roston's book about Windows on the World—the impressive diner that sat on the 107th floor of the World Trade Center—doesn't simply diagram the amazing opening and sad part of the arrangement feasting foundation. It additionally tells the ritzy, down to business story of current eating, American coarseness, and the stuff to make it in the hardest town on the planet.

The International Best-Dressed List: The Official Story

Since it propelled in 1940, the International Best-Dressed List has been the wellspring of amusement, interest, and shock among a portion of the world's most dominant—and sharp looking—individuals. In this official volume, list-attendant (and T&C giver) Amy Fine Collins uncovers the entrancing history of how the rundown became, what it implies, and the mind blowing lengths individuals have gone to be get themselves included.

This Tender Land: A Novel

Atria Books

This epic experience story pursues four runaway vagrants getting away from their grim conditions at a loathsome school in 1930s Minnesota. What pursues is a progression of contacting, convincing touches of destiny that take the children—and anybody tailing them—to sudden and energizing spots.

Antoni in the Kitchen

Rux Martin/Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

You may definitely know Antoni Porowski as the hunky nourishment and wine master on the Netflix arrangement Queer Eye. If not, this cookbook—the writer's first—shares his trademark simple to-pursue plans with an eye for sustenance that is perfect for both engaging and Instagramming.

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Life Isn't Everything.: Mike Nichols, as recollected by 150 of his dearest companions.

A large portion of us know Mike Nichols from his work—films like The Graduate, Heartburn, and Working Girl or plays including The Odd Couple, Annie, and Death of a Salesman. In this very much built memoir—told in the style of an oral history—individuals who really knew Nichols recall the man himself and remind us what a transcending figure he was in work as well as in life also.

Destined to Party, Forced to Work: 21st Century Hospitality

A-rundown party organizer Bronson Van Wyck is best known for tossing incredible