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subpar-ghoulfriend · 3 years

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A Family Affair

Slasher AU CannibalFamily!EraserMicxReader

We’re going with the “strange family that lives outside of a small town” trope. After a few deliveries to the Aizawa household you get pulled in to an affair you never wanted to be a part of.

Spooky season is upon us and I’ve already begun watching too many horror movies. This fic will definitely be a two parter

Super Dark Content Warning!!! Literally do not read if you have any reservation and definitely no minors!

TW: cannibal themes, mentions of murder, mentions of corpse mutilation, kidnapping, unhealthy relationships

Part 2 is gonna include more of this and the smut

Growing up you were grateful for living in a small town. You didn't really relate to the coming-of-age stories told in the movies where the small town girl runs off to the big city for a whirlwind romance and a chance at some "big break." To you, small town life was more picturesque than any overcrowded city. You knew your neighbors, and watched a lot of their families grow and change throughout the years. A small town allows you to become a regular at several businesses, including the coffee shop and your favorite diner downtown. Going away to college was tough even though you didn't go far. The nearest city - a little over 40 miles away - had a great college with a program you were really interested in pursuing.

You went home every break and picked up delivery jobs at one of the local restaurants. It was winter break of your last year in college when you first delivered to the Aizawa residence. In all your years at the restaurant they never ordered delivery, one of the two men would always place an order for pick up. The thing about small town stereotypes is that small towns tend to self-impose said stereotypes. The Aizawa's were that family. The one that everyone whispered when they came to town and children would tell horror stories about during Halloween. They were the weird family that lived just past the outskirts of town.

You weren't entirely sure what either of the two men did. Everyone speculated that Mr. Aizawa was some sort of mountain-man-feral type and maybe did some mechanic work for the folks that tend to live in between towns. His husband, Mr. Yamada seemed like the stay at home trophy husband but you heard he did some sort of conspiracy podcast. They had children - reportedly, but no one has really met them - and other family members that live similarly further out into the middle of nowhere. The drive was absurdly long but they were loyal customers and the owners didn't want to turn their request down. Your boss handed you a chunk of bills to fill up your tank before heading out. That's no place you'd want to get stranded, he told you.

The paved road got worse the further you got from town. Forty-five minutes later you were pulling down the dirt road that led to the illuminated Aizawa home. A wall of cold air slammed in to you when you opened your car door and you grumbled about leaving your gloves at home. There was no doorbell, so knocked and did that awkward please-don't-let-me-freeze dance while you waited. Two unfamiliar faces opened the door, an apathetic looking teen and an adorable little girl. Must be their children. The older one called out for his dad before taking one of the bags you held and disappearing into the home. You looked down awkwardly and wave at the girl. She smiled shyly and reached out for the other bag.

"Are you sure?" You asked her, "It's a little heavy."

She nodded.

"Okay, but use two hands," You passed her the bag. "Oh jeez, you're strong. Don't tell your brother, but I think this is the heavier bag."

You smiled when she giggled and ran off.

Mr. Aizawa appeared in the door, "How much do we owe?"

He was just as terrifying up close and for a split second your mind went blank while your basic instincts were begging you go back to the car. He raised an eyebrow at you, looking irritated at your falter.

"Uh - forty-two."

He pulled counted out a chunk of bills and then you were off. You didn't even count the amount until you parked. Forty-two with a forty-dollar tip. They may be odd but apparently they're loaded. You didn't think much of it until the following week when you were heading back to their house with another delivery. You wished that they would order earlier but at least you could hope for another generous tip. You were taken aback when the little girl answered the door by herself, jumping up and down with excitement.

Was she old enough to answer the door by herself?

"Papa," She yelled. "The lady is here!"

She turned her attention back to you with a huge grin, "Shinsou got sore that you told me I'm the stronger one."

Before you could respond to her the other man, Mr. Yamada, bounced around the corner, "Eri, what have we told you about the door? Oh no, you must be freezing come stand inside while I go get your payment. Forty-two right?"

You wanted to protest, feeling uneasy in their entryway but the little girl tugged you by the delivery bags. So you stood there quietly while she ran back in forth so she could unload the delivery for you. Shinsou peered around the corner so you gave a small wave. Then it was just you and Eri once again. In the background you could hear Yamada asking his husband where the wallet went.

"I like your shirt," You smiled, trying to fill the silence.

"I wanted a Pegasus shirt but this was the only one my daddy could find."

"Well I think unicorns are pretty cool too."

You use to babysit for some of the families in town, no part of you could imagine doing that all the way out here.

The blonde rejoined you, giving you another lush payment. You heard the little girl whine about you leaving so quickly until her father appeased her by saying you'd be back.

Something about that rubbed you the wrong way; but you were back like clockwork the next week with their usual delivery. Once again you were brought inside while they went to get your payment. But on your fourth and what should have been your final delivery of the winter break you noticed something was off when you parked. Their truck was missing from its usual spot. Strange but they probably just moved it somewhere else on the property. You had become accustom Eri running to answer the door and telling you wait for her parents in the entrance of the house. You became suspicious after she had run back and forth to take the food to the kitchen.

"Eri, where are your parents? Or Shinsou?"

The little girl's response was nonchalant, "They had to go out, one of our cattle got out. But they gave me the money."

You stuffed the money into your jacket; payment was the issue here. In the back of your mind you though about how you never saw any cattle on your deliveries. A child her age shouldn’t be left alone.

"Oh, well, can I hang out with you while we wait for them to come back?"

The little girl lit up as she pulled you to the living room. There was a kid's movie playing on the TV and she had a coloring book out. Eri divide up her crayons and tore out a page for you to join her. You kept looking to the window, waiting for the truck to pull up.

Suddenly there was banging at the door, which elicited a cry from Eri. You reached into your pocket only finding the crumpled bills. Shit, your stomach dropped. You left your phone in your car. After all, this was just supposed to be a quick delivery. The noise stopped, only for a moment, before resuming.

"Eri, sweetie," You whispered to the stunned little girl. "Do your parents have a phone here?"

She shook her head.

A man’s voice tore through the door, "Let me in dammit, you have to let me in before they come back."

You held your finger to your lip, and Eri nodded, repeating the gesture. The living room light was on and you realized that if he came to the side of the house you'd be seen through the window, but turning out the light would draw attention. Maybe he was bluffing, maybe he didn't know if anyone was inside and turning off the light would signal your presence. You pointed to the kitchen, where the lights were off and the two of you tip toed to the safety of darkness.

"Eri, honey, can you go sit in the pantry for me and be really, really quiet? I'll be right out here and don't come out until I come to get you okay?"

She looked hesitant and tearful but you were surprised at her level of composure for a kid. Finally she complied. Once the pantry door was closed you began rummaging through the drawers, looking for something that could inflict the most damage. A meat tenderizer could work. The banging continued and you swore you hear wood beginning to splinter. Your grip tightened with every bang. Finally the door gave way and a man stumbled through the splintered wood. He stopped when he saw you holding the cleaver.

He was dirty, without shoes or a shirt and his skin was red from the cold.

You hoped your voice wouldn’t crack, "You need to leave-"

"Monsters, monsters," he blabbed. "They're gonna come back and we gotta go."

You decided to bluff, "Get out of here, I already called the cops."

"Good, good, good," He mumbled, “but we still gotta go. NOW."

There was one step forward from him, one step back from you.

"If you come near me, I'll make sure you don't get up," You warned. At the very least you had to keep him away from Eri. Even if that was all you could do.

There was a desperate look in his eyes; they darted from you to the keys hooked to your jeans, then back to the keys. Finally he smiled, "You have a car, man that's perfect. Listen I won't hurt you but we need to get in your damn car, now."

Sounds like something someone who wants to hurt me would say, you thought. Apparently you took too long to respond, the man lunged toward you and you tried to swing the meat tenderizer. The tool connected with his shoulder and he howled out in pain but still managed to wrestle you to the ground. The two of you struggled with each other and the man was yelling that you'd die if you didn't listen to him. You landed a weak hit to his jaw, splitting his lip. You even tried biting at him but he was persistent and struggling to get your keys. You were telling him he could have them that he just needed to let you go but he wasn't listening to you. Managing to grab his ear you had a flashback to the self-defense seminar you had to take in college, it should be easy to rip a human ear. So you pulled. Blood began to flow from the wound down his face and on to you. He got you off him before you got the whole ear by delivering a blow to your stomach. The air rushed from your body, is this what it means to get the wind knocked out of you?

There was a loud noise and fog lights flooded through the broken door. Then saw Shinsou and Aizawa pulling the man off you. You pushed yourself and back, clutching at your stomach. Your cheeks were wet. Were you crying or was that blood on your face? Probably both.

The trio wrangled the man outside where you heard more struggling, fighting, and groaning.

Eri. You managed your way to the kitchen but realized you were covered in blood. Not wanting to traumatize the little girl any further you spoke through the door.

"Eri, can you stay there a little bit longer?"

"Can't I come out? I heard my daddies," She cried, tugging at your heartstrings.

"Not yet, okay? They're here and everything's okay, I'm gonna have them come get you okay?"

Thankfully, the door didn't open. As you shuffled toward the front door Mr. Yamada entered, wiping specks of blood off him.

You were shocked when he pulled you into a hug, "You're okay. Sho and Shinsou got everything under control. Where is Eri?"

You told him about her hiding spot and he sighed in relief and rushed to her.

The other two returned with bloodied knuckles that made your stomach churn.

"Yamada," The mountain man called, with his eyes scanning the home.

"Don't worry, Sho, I got Eri. She's fine. Our delivery girl is okay, she's got some bumps and bruises but she made the other guy look worse."

Aizawa ushered you to the couch, expecting your legs to give out at any moment.

"We need to call the police," You finally spoke.

Aizawa assured you he did. They were 45 minutes out but they'd work on getting here faster. Yamada brewed you a cup of tea, “for while we wait.” They finally calmed Eri down and Shinsou took her upstairs to get ready for bed. It felt weird for them to return to mundane evening routines so quickly after all that chaos, but maybe you were just the odd one out. Close to an hour later you were still waiting for the police to show up. Your tea was finished long ago and your nerves had calmed. You were even having trouble keeping your eyes open.

"You think they're almost here, babe" The blonde wondered, draping a throw blanket around your shoulders. "I'm sure she wants to this day to be over with."

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It was still dark when you woke up. The blonde was fast asleep on the recliner next to you. The police must have come by now but there was no way you slept through the visit. Anxiety from earlier made it’s way back in to your chest. The clock read 4am; had they even called the police. All of the childhood rumors you heard came flooding back and you exited the house as quietly as you could, not realizing your keys were no longer with you.

When you made it outside you noticed dried blood on the ground, trailing toward what you assumed was their barn or storage shed. You were entranced. Looking back to the house, no one was awake; there was no movement, no light, just quiet. You shouldn’t follow the bloody trail, you shouldn't go near the shed; but your body moved on it's own accord and before you realized it you were at the doors. You gave a tug, expecting it to be locked, but the door swung open and inside you noticed the lock lay on the ground.

You should have turned around, got in your car, and drove away. Instead you stepped inside and found the bloody, broken body of the man who attacked you. There was a slight sway to the corpse that was hanging from a reinforced pillar. Nearly screaming your hand shot to cover your mouth.

You should've left.

Aizawa was watching you from the kitchen, cursing Hizashi for leaving the shed unlocked. His hand hovered over the secured cabinet drawer that stored a pistol. He wouldn't shoot you only scare you a bit. But you weren't running out in a panic. He didn't even hear you scream. Interesting. He went to join you, moving like any predator concealing it presence and leaving the gun safe untouched.

You should've left.

You finally came to your sense and whirled around only to run into your late night admirer. A terrified squeak escaped you as you jumped further into the confined space.

"Mr Aizawa! I'm sorry, I shouldn't have - I'm sorry."

He didn't look angry, although you wished he did. It would be better than the unsettling smile on his face.

"That's alright, I was heading out here anyway," He closed the door behind him and flicked on a dim light that lit up the room with shadows. "Can't leave it hanging for too long."

Your throat tightened, he stood between you and the only exit. If he noticed your terror there was no indication that he cared. He turned his back to you momentarily, rummaging through the clutter on the workbench. Now was the best chance you may get and you made a dash for the door. It was a futile attempt and part of you knew it but your nerves were ablaze with adrenaline and you were running on instinct not reason. There was a foreign tightness around your throat that kept you fighting to inhale. Struggling to breathe you didn’t even register the sharp pinch of a needle piercing your deltoid.

Aizawa pressed his nose to your hair, "Behave. Even if you get out of here, your tire has a flat, pesky nails tend to find their way on to the roads out here. A real shame."

He dragged you over to a chair across from the lifeless body cuffing both your wrists to the armrests. Stupid, stupid, he was grabbing out cuffs and I ran straight into him, you scolded yourself. You went to open your mouth and beg to be let go, but you were silenced.

"Keep it down or I'll have to find a way to keep you quiet."

Your heart was beating so hard it hurt. Once a friend said it was possible to die by fright, if that was true you wouldn't last much longer. Now that you were safely out of the way, Aizawa could make quick work dismembering the carcass. He donned his usual rubber apron and pulled back his hair. With his experience he could finish the job in less than two hours. Now was as good a time as ever for you to learn.

With a sigh he began his explanation and craft:

"Cannibalism has been around as long as we've existed: sacrificially, ceremonially, culturally, especially during times of plague, war, and famine. You can find documented accounts from pretty much every part of the world. And there's no one reason. Our family keeps it simple. We eat meat, animals are meat, and humans are animals. In times of famine and other hardships, this was a reliable food source. Of course now, there's not much of a risk for severe famine to effect people like us but it's tradition. This is how it's been for our family for years. And not just those of us around these parts but our relatives everywhere. It's important to keep old trades alive."

He paused, now splattered with blood, to take note of your dry heaving.

"Please," You gasped. "I just want to go -"

With narrowed eyes he continued:

"It's important for you to listen to our family history. Typically we don't reap a harvest until three weeks after the winter solstice and 3 weeks before the summer solstice. Twice a year is enough to get us by. Zashi and I are impressed that you managed to wrangle him in. Poetic in a way, don’t ’cha think? Consuming the flesh of someone who tried to overpower you. First reap of the harvest. Nice that it's a family affair."

The room was spinning and you were fighting the sedative as hard as you could. There was no way any of this was real, maybe you were dreaming? Maybe you'd been knocked unconscious when that man rushed you. Or better yet, maybe you were asleep at home still. It was possible that this whole delivery fiasco was just a nightmare. Your stomach churned at the speech. There was sun peaking through the cracks in the wall by the time he finished separating the ... different sections. There was no more body, just pieces. You nodded off for a few minutes before being jolted awake by the door opening and letting in the bright morning light .

"Good morning, you two night owls," Hizashi beamed. Walking to his husband handing over a tall mug of coffee. He was completely unfazed by the scene he walked in on. In fact the only frown he made was when Aizawa said he put too much sweetener in the coffee. "Anyways, grumpy pants, I called your sister. She's on her way to pick up Eri and Shinsou for a few days. To give us some time to focus on our little muse. Speaking of, I should go get her some water. Oh, plus we need to fix our door."

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After you refused to drink anything they tried to give you they left you alone in the shed. The handcuffs were too tight for you to slip through and in your struggle you managed to topple the chair over, hitting the floor with painful slap. It was hard to ignore the buzzing of the flies swarming the space where the body once hung. You closed your eyes, your mind wandering to your family and what they would think when they realized you were missing.

Outside you heard a car pull up and were tempted to scream for someone to help you. Maybe it was the police; maybe someone realized you didn't go home last night and found out where your last delivery was. Your captors came out to greet whoever it was and you were glad you didn't yell, they sounded friendly. They were coming toward the shed but you were too defeated to react.

"Sho," Hizashi gasped, "She fell."

The response was sharp and sarcastic, "I hadn't noticed." He yanked you up with ease and the world was no longer side ways but the jolt paired with the exhaustion and drugs left the world spinning.

The woman must've been the sister they mentioned earlier. She squealed with delight, "Oh isn't she the cutest, lemme get a good look."

She resembled neither of the men and gave off cool-soccer-mom vibes. With a gentle grip on your chin she bore into your eyes.

"Please,” You begged, “I just want go home."

The sister didn't waiver, "Don't worry sweet thing, these two are gonna take such good care of you. Just relax and let them help you."

Help? You don't need help from them. You needed to get out of this hell.

"Okay," She bounced toward the exit, "Bring out my niece and nephew, we're gonna have a fun weekend. And take care of your girl, she looks like a keeper."

Finally you screamed in frustration. Brief, loud, and full of anger but it deflated just as quickly when the two men shot you a menacing look. How could all three of them show no display of empathy? You were again convinced this was an alternate reality when both children peaked their heads in to wave goodbye before they peeled away from the home, leaving you alone with Hizashi and Aizawa.

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There was a hatch toward the back of the room where the two disappeared until they came back with a third body. They were dragging a woman up like a ragdoll and acidic bile burned your throat. If you had to guess you would say she was late middle age. It felt like they were setting a stage, Hizashi pulled you closer to where they stood while Aizawa managed to tie the woman down to the stained table.

"Why are you doing this," you cried. But they ignored you.

"Did you know there are people who pay for certain oddities and they’re willing to spend big bucks to get what they want? We keep whatever makes sense to eat and sell the rest. Ideally nothing goes to waste.”

The next hour and forty-seven minutes were excruciating. There were several “items” – as they referred to her body parts – that they removed while she was still alive; but finally Aizawa made the perfect incision along her thigh and a pomegranate wave gushed out. There was no way she would suffer much longer with this amount of blood loss.

"Please just let her die," You begged the universe. "Please let it end."

For the first time since starting they stepped back from the body, leaving it on the table to come over to you. Aizawa knelt before you and his bloody hand brushed hair from your face; his thumb rested on your lip and you couldn't even physically respond. Hizashi was behind him, rubbing his partner's shoulders.

"You're going to kill me?”

Both men finally softened, coming down their endorphin high. There was something so satisfying about your question. Arousing, even. They made it clear that your life was up to them, which meant they had you where they needed you.

"Am I having a blonde moment? I don't recall saying we'd kill her."

Aizawa threw an incredulous look his way before addressing you, "We aren't going to kill you. We wouldn't've saved you from that terrible animal if that were the plan. We don't kill just anyone. We wanted to introduce you to our lifestyle and now’s the best chance. Eri’s wanted to keep you since day one, but if you can't behave that'll be an issue. Can you prove to us that you’re going to behave or do we have to get you down into the cellar?”

There was no other choice than to nod. Picking up a piece of the dissected woman Hizashi muttered something about starting dinner before telling his husband that you really need to get more rest. Aizawa agreed, and since it seemed like you were having trouble getting rest he decided to give you another little dose of medicine.

#slasher au #mha x reader #bnha yandere #mha yandere #yandere erasermic #yandere erasermic x reader #yandere x reader

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buckybeardreams · 3 years

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Unwanted

Chapters: 11/11

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Brock Rumlow, James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton, Harley Keener

Additional Tags: Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Alpha Steve Rogers, Omega Tony Stark, Service Top, Dominant Bottom, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, Virgin Steve Rogers, Brock Rumlow is a Good Bro, Sam Wilson Is a Good Bro, Romantic Soulmates, First Meetings, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sappy, Romantic Fluff, Awkwardness, Drinking to Cope, Self-Worth Issues, Insecure Tony Stark, Insecure Steve Rogers, Age Difference, Harley Keener is Tony Stark's Biological Child, Bonding, Claiming Bites, Claiming, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mpreg, Non-Explicit Sex, Light Dom/sub, Mutual Masturbation, Coming Untouched, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Wordcount: 10.000-30.000, Knotting

Series: Part 1 of Second Chances

Summary:

Steve is a soft Alpha and Tony is an in charge kind of Omega with no desire to find a mate. He doesn't want to find his soulmate and when he does meet Steve he's determined to stay away from him.

That is until he realizes just how right they are for each other.

Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3 Ch 4 Ch 5 Ch 6 Ch 7 Ch 8 Ch 9 Ch 10 Ch 11

Part 2 is now out and the first chapter can be read on tumblr or ao3.

Words: 1,406

"I can't believe we were both right." Tony shook his head.

The baby was a boy with a light dusting of blond hair on his head and startling blue eyes that stared up at them all sparkling and full of wonder as he took in all of the new sights around him.

"He's beautiful," Steve murmured.

Tony hummed in agreement, pulling the baby closer to sniff his head and take in that baby scent that seems to cling to all young pups. They were still just staring at their baby in awe when he started to cry and Tony's nipples started to leak, wet spots forming on his shirt.

"I think I'm gonna have to walk around shirtless for the next few years," Tony said with a sigh.

Steve glanced at him in surprise as Tony passed the baby off to Steve and stripped off his shirt.

"I have no complaints there, but you do realize he's only gonna stay a baby for like one maybe two years max."

Tony gave him a look.

"Don't question my parenting methods, Alpha. You're not the one who carried this thing in them for nine months and you didn't have to deal with him jumping on your bladder either. So I get to make all the decisions when it comes to how we're gonna raise him."

"Yeah, but I'm gonna be the one staying home with him."

"I know and I'm very grateful, but if you have any questions you can just call me."

Steve nodded, because there was nothing else to say about it. If Tony said this was the way it was going to be, then this was the way it was going to be.

"I'm gonna get hard if you keep bossing me around."

"Good, we can get started on trying for the next one," Tony teased, taking the crying baby back and coaxing him to latch onto his nipple.

Steve's eyes widened and he looked scared at the thought.

"Another one? Already?" Steve squeaked.

Tony just giggled.

"I'm just kidding, Alpha. We'll wait until I stop breastfeeding this little guy and then we can try for another one. Until then, I'm going on the pill."

Steve nodded.

"Cool. That's, um, cool," Steve said awkwardly. "It's not like I'm against having another one. It's just- I'm still not sure what we're gonna do with this one."

Tony smiled softly and kissed his cheek, still cradling Harley to his chest while he suckled at his nipple.

"You're gonna be a great daddy, Steve," Tony promised.

Steve grinned at him and leaned down to kiss him.

"And don't worry about not knowing what you're doing. I'm an Omega so I have the instincts for these kinds of things."

"Yeah, but I'm not an Omega."

"I know that, but you didn't know what you were doing when we first started fucking, but I taught you how to please me and I'll teach you how to do this too."

Steve blushed bright red.

"You said I did good!" Steve squeaked.

"You did. You were eager to please and what you lacked in skill you made up for by being cute."

"What I lacked?" Steve said, his ego clearly bruised.

Tony rolled his eyes.

"Yes, Steve. You were a virgin and the way we play goes against most all of your instincts, so it took some time for you to learn. There's nothing wrong with that. I'm a very experienced teacher and you learned quickly how to get me off, so no harm done."

"Tony!" Steve squeaked.

"What? Don't worry about it. You're much better now."

Steve just scoffed and shook his head.

"Yeah, whatever," Steve grumbled. "I'm gonna go start dinner."

Tony sighed as he walked away, but his attention quickly turned to Harley.

"As soon as you can hold your head up, I'm gonna let your daddy take you for a ride on the bike that you were named after," Tony cooed at him.

The baby didn't respond of course, still happily suckling at Tony's flat chest, but he did look up at his mom like he was aware of what Tony was talking about. Tony smiled softly at him and brushed a finger over his cheek.

"You're gonna be the most spoiled, loved, happiest baby in the world Harley. I promise," Tony murmured.

*****

Steve was still pouting when they went to bed that night, Harley curled up in between them. Tony really didn't think he would be so hurt by the comment, since in many ways Steve didn't seem like an Alpha. Sure, he was protective and he had a knot, but for the most part he acted more like an Omega, at least when it was just the two of them.

Tony wasn't stupid though. He knew he had upset him and he sighed when Steve kept peering at him through his lashes, a pout on his lips, looking away anytime Tony looked his way.

"Steve," Tony groaned, scooping Harley up and gently laying him back down so he was now sleeping by the wall instead of in between them.

They had pushed the bed up against the wall, because Tony had read that was the safest way to co-sleep.

"Alpha. My pretty, pretty, Alpha. I love you so much, you know that right?"

Steve didn't respond, he just bit his lip and fidgeted with the sheets. Tony groaned again and pushed him flat on his back, climbing on top of him.

"Steve, look at me," Tony ordered, knowing that Steve wouldn't disobey him.

He smirked when Steve's eyes snapped up to meet his instinctually.

"There you go, pretty Alpha. Such a good boy you are, Alpha," Tony purred. "I'm sorry that I upset you, but you don't get to just pout about it. If there's something wrong you have to tell me. You don't get to keep things from me, Alpha, because you're mine. You understand?"

Steve bit his lip, his eyes darting away from Tony's, but returning when Tony growled softly in that way that wasn't quite a growl but still managed to come off as a warning.

"Yes, sir. I understand."

"Good. You're so good for me, Alpha. I didn't mean to upset you and I shouldn't have teased you like that. It was mean. Can you forgive me?"

Steve whimpered, pouting.

"I'm still an Alpha, you know. I know that I'm not like other Alphas, but I still have pride, Tony."

"Aw, I know you do and I like that you're not like other Alphas. I won't do it again, okay?"

Steve chewed on his lip for a moment, considering something.

"Um, Tony?"

"Hm?"

"Do you think you could maybe do it again, but maybe while we're, you know, mating?"

Tony raised his brow at him.

"Really? You want me to humiliate you, Alpha?"

Steve licked his lips nervously, nodding. His cheeks were bright red, but Tony could feel his dick hardening.

"Maybe just a little?"

Tony chuckled and kissed him.

"Yeah, I could do that, but not now. Sam and Brock are watching Harley this Friday and I'll take you apart then, okay, baby?"

Steve whined, his hips rocking up.

"Please, sir."

"Shh, not now," Tony murmured. "Don't wake the baby or I'll be punishing you on Friday."

Steve whined again, but he wrapped his arms around Tony when he slipped off of him and pressed back until his ass was snug against the erection in Steve's sweats. Steve squirmed and Tony smirked, shifting slightly just to hear him whine again, the sound muffled as he ducked to hide his head in Tony's neck.

"I love you, Alpha," Tony teased, his voice sugary sweet.

"I hate you," Steve mumbled into his neck and Tony wriggled his hips just to punish him.

"Be good, Alpha, or I'll make you regret it."

Steve sucked at his neck, his hips rutting forward at the threat.

"I love you, Tony. My pretty Omega. I don't know how I got so lucky."

"I don't know how you got so lucky either. I'm a catch," Tony teased.

Steve rolled his eyes affectionately and kissed Tony's cheek.

"You really are."

Tony smiled softly, a light blush on his cheek. His eyes landed on their baby in his sleep sack, laying on top of their thin covers. He doesn't know how he got to be so lucky as to end up with a perfect mate and a perfect pup.

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deja-you · 4 years

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times new roman | episode four

t. jefferson x reader

summary: Y/n needs a date. Thomas would be more than happy to oblige.

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Groaning, Y/n slapped her phone onto the kitchen counter face down. She was in no mood to deal with Charles, Jefferson, or anyone else who felt the need to reply to her I-want-a-boyfriend Twitter ad. It was a joke. Mostly. Unless one of the Hollywood Chrises wanted to message her. Then it was real. But neither Hemsworth or Pine had found their way into her DMs, so it was just a joke.

The handle on the apartment door jiggled and Y/n edged closer to the wooden block where the knives were kept (this was New York, you could never be too careful). She quietly released a sigh of relief when the door opened and it was just Peggy rushing in to their shared apartment. Peggy looked like she had ran all the way back: her curly hair was in a mess of a ponytail, her makeup looked a little sweaty, and she was slightly out of breath.

“Alright. Y/n, tell me everything.”

Y/n was a little taken aback by Peggy’s urgency. “Whoa, there. You haven’t even set down your purse yet. This addiction to gossip is getting a little out of hand.”

Peggy only rolled her eyes. “I didn’t run all this way to hear you lecture me, Y/n. Just tell me what’s going on with you and Daddy Jefferson.”

If Y/n had been drinking something at that moment, she would’ve had a spit-take.

“What did you just say?!”

“You heard me.”

Y/n made a face. “Please never ever say that again.”

“I’m just teasin’. That is, unless you’re into that kind of thing. Jefferson is older, isn’t he?” Peggy pointed out.

“Margarita Schuyler, I swear--”

“But I guess you’ve always had a good relationship with your dad, and daddy kinks are usually reserved for girls with daddy issues, right?” She continued.

“I don’t think it works quite like that.”

Peggy rolled her eyes. “I’m getting off-topic, aren’t I? Anyway, tell me everything that’s happened between you and Jefferson.”

“There’s not much to tell.” Y/n shrugged.

“Not much to tell, other than the extremely flirtatious tweets you two have been exchanging?”

“I wouldn’t call it extremely flirtatious. Look, we’ve just been messaging back and forth since I tweeted about wanting a boyfriend -- which was a joke, by the way. I ran into him at dad’s office earlier, but nothing happened.”

“You ran into him today?” Peggy nearly squealed in excitement. “I wouldn’t call that nothing. So how did it happen? Did your eyes meet across a crowded room like in some cheesy Hallmark movie?”

“No. Charles was bothering me, so he let me hang out in his office until dad had finished up a meeting.”

“And?”

Y/n narrowed her eyes. “And what?”

“Well did anything happen?”

“Nothing happened.”

“So you’re telling me,” Peggy said, “that you exchange flirty tweets and then end up alone in an office with Mr. I’m-hotter-than-than-the-sun Jefferson, and nothing happened?”

Y/n couldn’t help but laugh at Peggy’s dramatics. “Nothing happened, Pegs. Sorry to disappoint.”

“I am disappointed. But it’s okay. You’ll see Jefferson at the company gala again. The two of you will fall in love, get married, have the most adorable children, and I’ll get to be fun aunt Peggy!”

“Whoa, there. Don’t you think you’re getting a little ahead of yourself? We barely know each other,” Y/n protested.

“I don’t know why you’re fighting this. You and Jefferson have chemistry. And besides, if I haven’t mentioned it before, he’s so very attractive.”

“You’ve mentioned it. In fact, you can’t stop mentioning it. Don’t get your hopes up, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Peggy waved her off and apparently ignored her last statement. “Whatever you want to keep telling yourself. Anyway, what do you want for dinner? I’m craving some Thai food.”

“Please remind me why I woke up early on my day-off to go get coffee with you?”

Peggy rolled her eyes and held open the door to her favorite coffee shop, it had been a couple days since Y/n’s run in with Jefferson. “Y/n, babe, every day is your day-off when you’re the heiress to George Washington’s fortune. You don’t even need to work a day in your life.”

“But I’m going to work because I want to. I didn’t go through four years of college just to live off my family fortune,” Y/n grumbled, but any prior grumpiness seemed to melt away when the smell of freshly poured coffee beans hit her nose.

“Oh right, forgot you actually want to make the world a better place or whatever,” Peggy rolled her eyes and proceeded to order two coffees at the counter.

“Is trying to make the world a better place a bad thing, now?”

Peggy glanced at Y/n and considered it for a second. “No, I suppose not. A little cliché and unoriginal, but I wouldn’t consider it a bad thing.”

“Whatever. Find us a seat, okay? I’ll grab our drinks when they’re ready.”

Y/n waited in the corner of the cafe between the wall and the counter, absentmindedly tapping her foot along to the beat of some catchy Jack Johnson song that Y/n was 90% sure was featured in a Curious George film. The drinks were ready before the song ended, and Y/n offered the barista a quiet ‘thank you’ as she took the cups over to where Peggy had found seats.

The coffee was still hot and would’ve surely burned Y/n if she had spilled it on herself, which she nearly did when she saw who was sitting across from Peggy.

Peggy sat with her ankles crossed and a grin on her face while she casually carried on a conversation with the one and only Thomas Jefferson. He wore a more casual outfit today, dark pants, a tucked white shirt (which of course, fit him perfectly), and a black coat that looked like it costed more than two months of Y/n’s rent -- and that was saying something, seeing as Y/n lived in New York City.

Neither Jefferson nor Peggy had noticed her approach them, and for a second Y/n considered bolting out the cafe door and finding somewhere to hide. But Y/n Washington was an adult, running away from her problems wasn’t a solution. Right?

“Oh, good. I was about to come find you,” Peggy said, acknowledging Y/n’s presence.

Y/n silently cursed her indecision and forced a polite smile onto her face. “Here’s your coffee, Pegs. I wasn’t aware we were meeting Mr. Jefferson here.”

Thomas had a smug smile on his face that gave Y/n a strange feeling in her gut (it wasn’t butterflies, Y/n refused to believe it was butterflies), and raised one of his eyebrows. “Aw, angel, you don’t sound too happy to see me.”

“It’s just that I didn’t realize you’d added ‘stalking your boss’s daughter’ to your list of hobbies,” Y/n shrugged, regaining her composure.

Thomas chuckled a little and shook his head. “What? I’m not allowed to stop in to my favorite coffee shop now?”

And as if to prove his point, Thomas sent a charming grin and a wave to the barista working at the counter. She grinned, a little too wide for Y/n’s liking, and happily waved back. Y/n rolled her eyes.

“Relax, Y/n,” Peggy urged. “I invited Thomas to come sit with us. We were just talking about what a small world it is.”

“Too small for my liking.” Y/n eyed Thomas warily and finally took the vacant seat between Peggy and Thomas. She glanced at Peggy, processing what her friend had just said. “Since when do you call him Thomas?”

“Most people call me Thomas, angel. You’re the only one who insists on callin’ me Mr. Jefferson. Even after I gave you other options.” Thomas sent Y/n a playful wink.

Peggy lifted her coffee to her lips to hide the smile she wore watching the scene unfold. Y/n opened her mouth to say something, then abruptly closed her mouth. She could feel her face heating up, and hopefully Thomas couldn’t tell how flustered he made her, but the wolfish grin on his face told her otherwise.

Thomas watched her for a moment, then let his gaze fall on Peggy. “Of course, I can leave now if y’all want. I don’t mind.”

Peggy was urgently shaking her head before Y/n could say anything. “No, no, stay! Y/n doesn’t mind.”

Y/n sent Peggy a look that very clearly read ‘yes, I do mind.’

“That’s swell,” Jefferson grinned.

“Who even uses the word ‘swell’ anymore?” Y/n crossed her arms.

“Y/n! Don’t be--”

Peggy was interrupted when her phone began buzzing on the table. She apologized briefly to both Jefferson and Y/n before stepping outside to take the call. Now it was just Y/n and Jefferson sitting at a table together in a cafe.

“So,” Y/n started after a minute or two of silence. “Nice weather we’re having.” She cringed at how awkward she sounded, but Jefferson seemed to find her amusing.

“Nice weather? Angel, have you even been outside today? It’s freezing.”

She scowled. “I was just trying to make polite conversation, okay?”

“You’re not very good at that, are you?” He chuckled. “You sure you’re George Washington’s daughter? You weren’t adopted or anything?”

“No, he didn’t adopt me. I guess the charismatic genes weren’t passed on,” Y/n sighed.

“Y/n, Thomas.” Peggy had returned from her phone call and started picking up her purse and jacket. “I’m so sorry, but a friend called. I have to go. But you two should stay as long as you like.” She sent a wink in Y/n’s direction that Thomas almost definitely saw.

And so Peggy left, leaving Y/n with her archenemy. Well, maybe archenemy was too strong. But still. Y/n sighed and took a long sip of her drink.

“You’re not leavin’?”

Y/n’s eyes met Thomas’s deep brown ones over the top of her cup. “Did you want me to leave?”

“No, no. ‘Course not. I just thought once Peggy left you wouldn’t stay long after,” Thomas explained.

She only shrugged. “I’ve got nothing better to do today.”

“I’m glad you’re enjoying my company, then.”

“Hey, I never said I was enjoying your company. Merely putting up with you.”

“Is that it?”

“That’s it,” she nodded. Thomas glanced down at his watch and Y/n raised an eyebrow. “Do you have somewhere to be?”

“Surprisingly, I have nothing scheduled today.”

“Nothing?”

“Nothing,” he confirmed. “And you said you’re not doing anything today?”

Y/n pursed her lips then nodded. “It’s my day off. Getting coffee with Peggy was my big plan for the day.”

“Then do you want to do something with me?”

The question struck her like a bolt of lightning. Y/n didn’t have any plans for the day, and she was looking for something fun to do... but this was Thomas Jefferson. The Thomas Jefferson who worked for her father and who was shamelessly arrogant. The Thomas Jefferson who she had mentally called her archenemy only moments ago. So she should’ve just said no. But then there was some part of her that did want to do something with him.

“Do I want to do something with you?” Y/n repeated, cocking her head to the side. “Like a date?”

His eyes widened and he slowly shook his head. “No. No, not like a date. Just two people doing the same thing at the same time. Not a date.”

“What activity were you thinking?” Y/n couldn’t believe she was considering this.

“Let’s go to Coney Island.”

“Coney Island?” She laughed but when he didn’t join her, her expression turned serious. “You’re not joking, are you? We can’t just go to Coney Island. You said it yourself, it’s cold out.”

“So bring a coat. C’mon, angel, I know you’re not the type, but it could be fun. Be spontaneous, just this once.” His smile was all too comfortable and his eyes twinkled with mischief.

“I’m not the type?” Y/n tried not to show how offended she was, but failed miserably. Is that really what he thought of her? That she was some kind of boring prude? Oh, how wrong was he. “Y’know what? Okay. Let’s go.”

Thomas perked up. “Did I hear you right? You really want to go?”

“You’re that surprised? Let’s go before I change my mind, Jefferson. But it’s not a date.”

He smiled. “It’s not a date.”

A/N: let me know if I forgot to add you to the tags or if you want to be added

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chainmailchalamet · 4 years

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Lights Up (Chapter One)

Prompt: You work at a fashion magazine styling celebrities, and for this month’s issue, you’re working closely with Harry Styles on an editorial piece. You try hard not to get distracted and get the job done, but Harry’s dedicated to making that difficult for you. Black nonbinary OC x Harry Styles. Eventual sugar daddy HS. Fashion heavy (fashion is one of the kinks shh).

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You've worked as a stylist for Extravagance for roughly three years, so you're mostly used to seeing pretty, sparkly people in various states of undress. You operate at the highest level of professionalism though, barely even drooling over the many celebrities you’ve worked with. You’d laced Timothee Chalamet into a satin corset for the Fall Issue a couple months ago, and you didn't even bat an eye, even though, yes, he was unfairly pretty and really charming in the awkward doe-eyed way you really like.

You're only human, so from time to time there is some flirting, some innocent banter and sometimes some less innocent looks exchanged, but you're proud to say you've never hooked up with any of your clients. You like to keep business separate from pleasure, and again, your job is literally to make really pretty people look even prettier. Sometimes the pretty people are assholes which makes everything easier for you. It's worse when they're polite and charming.

And then you find out that the magazine is doing an editorial, and at first it's like fuck yes, because with all those hours that you're gonna have to put in the payday is going to be incredible, which means your ssense wish list is going to get a little smaller (you're got your eyes on a MOWALOLA tee in a lime-green tie-dye that's going to make all the fashion gays sick with envy).

But then your editor says "so, this is the Harry Styles issue" all casually like it's not a big deal at all instead of like, the biggest fucking deal and the end of your career. Because she knows how you feel about Harry Styles, she knows it's going to scramble your brain to be in close proximity with his half-naked pretty-boy body, to put him in and take him out of gorgeous clothes, that it's going to activate your fight or flight to have to do that everyday for like a week.

She can see the panic in your eyes while you sit across from her in her office, and because she's your boss she doesn't outright laugh at you, but because she's your friend she also gives you a little pout with laughing eyes like she wants to.

"I hate you," you grumble, but in a professional way, with a smile showing all your teeth.

"I know you do," she says. "You're my best stylist, and I have complete trust in you."

And that's kind of sweet, isn’t it? "Oh, what? Thank you..."

"I trust that you won't jump his bones and put us all out of a job with the ensuing scandal," she smirks, turning back to her laptop, effectively dismissing you. She pretends not to see you flip her off as you start to leave, and then calls out, right before you get out the door, "Especially considering this issue's theme!"

You think, what is she on about? and then it hits you like a tonne of bricks, that you'd pitched this one theme a couple months earlier over cocktails with the rest of the team, and it'd been a complete joke, except it turns out the joke is your life.

"What if, for the next issue," you'd crowed, giggly and delirious, "we did the boy-heroine, like, one of those puppy boys that followed Jane Austin heroines around begging for her strap..."

"What the fuck does that even mean?" someone way more sensible than you had asked, and then you'd said some more drunk bullshit and gone on a full rant about gender in the Gothic romantic tradition and ruffle collars and rose petals and fishnets.

"Oh fuck," you say out loud to yourself in the present moment, as you recall your editor had asked you a week or two back if you still had the tights studded with the rhinestones.

You did have the tights. And now you had no choice but to eat the tights, for the sake of your own sanity.

Harry shows up twenty minutes early to your first fitting, which means you're twenty minutes late to your first fitting. You walk in too-confident in a full Jacqmeus bike short and crop top moment in a buttery rust knit, chunky sneakers, and the most elaborate Badu-scarf situation you can maneuver your bleach-blonde dreads into, feeling very fucking cute and very on time.

"Bring on the pretty white boy," you announce, walking in and doing this little dance, a little shimmy with your hips.

Your editor, Etta, is standing by a rack of clothes with a tall white boy with curly hair tied back with a a silk scarf that you're 90% sure is vintage Gucci, and you're about to say something like "killer scarf, where'd you thrift it?" when your rat brain catches up with you and you realize the tall white boy with the cool scarf is Harry Styles, who has turned to give you a look like he's trying really hard not to laugh.

"I suppose I'm the pretty white boy?" he says, at the same time that Etta says "I have never met this person in my life, Harry, this is obviously an overheated toddler."

You flip her off with one hand and meet Harry halfway for a handshake with the other. "In my defense, I really only talk about the talent like that when I assume the talent won't be here for another twenty minutes..."

"And in my defense, I had an early start this morning," Harry says good-naturedly. “Woke up on the right side of the bed, ate my Wheaties, that whole thing.”

He's unfairly pretty, is the thing, like properly handsome. His hair falls smooth and shiny around his shoulders, and he's got a little stubble moment going on (you're a sucker for the sensation of stubble, the smell of expensive aftershave), and that scarf is definitely vintage Gucci, and the rest of it is giving off-duty rock star; black Bootsy Collins t-shirt, velvet lounge pants, well-loved black converse.

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The Long Day

Part 19 of Seventy Percent

Series Summary: When you left on your trip to Vegas, you’d planned on letting loose for one last weekend before heading back to reality and getting your affairs in order so your best friend wouldn’t be left cleaning up your mess when your cancer finally ended your life. What you hadn’t counted on was waking up married to a celebrity who has a knight-in-shining-armor complex, connections with an oncologist, and amazing insurance…

Chapter Summary: You have a super long day, but Sebastian makes up for it when he comes home for the weekend

Word Count: 2,122

“God, can this day get any longer?” you moaned, looking out the window. Sean glanced over at you and you offered him a small smile to let him know you were fine. “I’m glad you could still drive me today, even though the universe is against my schedule.”

“Yeah, what happened with that? You already pushed me back two hours for pickup this week so you can do your nerdy coffee shop thing without Sebastian yelling at you about germs. I wondered why you pushed me back even further.”

You groaned and sank into the passenger seat. “My fuckin’ alarm didn’t go off this morning and the guy they sent because you had to go to your wife’s graduation like a good husband didn’t even call or text me, so I didn’t know.”

“At least you got some more sleep, right?”

“Ha! No. I woke up at, like, four this morning and couldn’t get back to sleep, so I decided to work. It’s the first project my boss has given me since I’ve been here so I wanted to get a jump start on it. And I got so into my work that I didn’t notice what time it was until Seb called. So I had to wait for your agency to send another driver and by the time I made it to the hospital, there was some sort of accident that took all the nurses, so I had to wait even longer for my infusion to start. Then there was a problem with the machine, so I had to wait for them to fix that before the infusion even started.”

“And then I was late because traffic was horrible…” Sean added.

“And now we’re stuck in traffic and I was really hoping I could relax before Seb came home.”

“What time’s his flight come in?”

You looked at the clock and groaned, once again. “Like, now. We’ll be lucky to make it home before him.”

Sean offered you a smile before refocusing on his attention on the road. “I know you want me to pull out my super speed race driving skills, but I can’t.”

“C’mon, Sean. That’s ridiculous. There’s so much traffic that your race car skills wouldn’t be helpful.” You sat back into your seat and grinned. “Pushing that secret button on your dash to make this car fly would be enough.”

“Ah, you know what? I let Shelly take that car this morning.”

“Maybe your wife should take over being my driver, then.”

“Too late for today. Maybe Monday.”

The drive took forty minutes more than normal. It was a good thing you considered Sean a friend, otherwise it would be horribly awkward to be in a car with someone that long. By the time he pulled up to the elevator in the underground garage, you were beat. All you wanted to do was curl up on your bed… maybe settle in for a nice, long bath.

But you couldn’t. Because Seb was going to be home soon and would want to spend time with you. Hell, you wanted to spend time with him. After your skype calls with him the last few days, something had definitely shifted in your relationship and you wanted to figure out what.

But you couldn’t even stand up straight. You were leaning against the elevator wall and nearly groaned when the elevator car pulled to a stop on the ground floor. More stops meant it would take longer for you to get to the apartment.

“Y/N?”

Your eyes shot open. “Seb!”

He stepped onto the elevator. Just as someone shouted to hold the elevator, he pushed the button to close the doors. “What are you doing down here? Thought you’d be up in the apartment.”

“It has been a long ass day. Sean just dropped me off.”

“Mmm.” He nodded and stepped forward. His eyes hadn’t left your face at all. “I’d love to hear all about it later.”

Later? Why not now?

Your unasked question was answered by his hand on the back of your neck, tilting your head up so he could kiss you.

A surprised squeak was the extent of your initial reaction before your fingers gripped the soft cotton of his t-shirt. Once you’d relaxed into him, he wasted no time parting your lips and pulling your body into his.

You were falling, spiraling, soaring. The way his fingers dug into your skin and his lips moving roughly against yours as if you were the last bubble of oxygen left in the world was making you dizzy.

Ding!

The elevator pulled to a stop and Seb backed up just enough to look into your eyes, his own sparkling. “I’ve been thinking about doing that for so long.”

“I, uh, need a second to restart my brain.”

He grinned cockily and wrapped an arm tightly around you to usher you out of the elevator. “I’ve missed you this week and I was expectin’ you to be in the apartment so when I saw you there, I just…”

“I don’t think I’ve ever been grateful for a man’s lack of self-control before,” you mused. You stepped out of Seb’s hold to lean against the door frame as he dug out his keys. “This is a first.”

“It won’t be the last, sweetheart.” He tossed a wink your way just as he opened the door and motioned for you to enter first.

As soon as you were both in, he crowded you against the closed door and framed your face with his hands, staring for a moment before kissing you again. This kiss was slower, less rushed. It was a shifting of your relationship.

Your first kiss had been urgent, physical. This kiss was a choice. It was a decision. It was a page turned, new chapter. It was a delicately choreographed transformation.

But as electric as the kiss was, your long day still weighed on you and you gently urged his face away.

“Seb, I really hate to stop this, but I’m exhausted.”

“Right, you had a long day.” He pecked your lips once more before stepping back. “Have you eaten dinner yet?”

“I had half a cardboard sandwich from the hospital cafeteria, if that counts.” You knew it didn’t.

“Nope.” With your hand tightly bound in his, he pulled you to the kitchen and sat you on a stool while he went to the fridge. As he set about making dinner, you vented about your day. Once he heated up two servings of leftover soup, you both went and settled onto the couch to watch The Voice.

The empty bowls were abandoned on the coffee table and you were wrapped in Sebastian’s arms by the time Monday’s episode finished and Tuesday’s began. It was then that a thought crossed your mind and you started laughing.

“My god, we’re like an old married couple. It’s Friday night. Normal people would be out on the town, but we’re here catching up on our reality TV and eating fucking soup on the couch.”

“Careful who you call old,” Seb warned.

“You’re like, over a decade older than me, dude. And you play a hundred year old dude on TV. It’s like the casting directors could just tell that you’re fit for that part.”

He shifted slightly from behind you. For a second, you thought he was just trying to get more comfortable, but as soon as one of his arms clenched tightly around your stomach, anchoring you to him and preventing any escape, you started to get concerned.

But not too concerned. “I don’t know what your game is, Stan, but I’m not ticklish.”

“Hmm, is that so?” His lips were at your ear, breath hot against your skin. “So you won’t mind if I test that theory, right?”

“If you want an excuse to feel me up, just ask.” You weren’t ticklish… well, except for one spot. But it couldn’t hurt to try and change the subject.

And if that was the subject you were changing to, you were fully game.

“I’ll keep that in mind for later,” he murmured, lips brushing your ear. “Right now though, I just wanna find out if you’re lying to me.”

His free hand started moving up your side. You forced yourself to remain relaxed and not give anything away. It took Jazmin years to find your one ticklish spot. It wasn’t like Seb could do it in one night. “Seb, this isn’t—Oo, no, no! Seb stop!”

Sebastian’s laughter rang out through the room as you squirmed in his arms. He dug his fingers in even more and your squirming and giggling grew. By the time he finally let up, you were squished between him and the back of the couch, trying to catch your breath. And the sparkle in his eyes definitely wasn’t helping matters.

“Not ticklish, huh?”

“Shit. The one part of my entire body that’s ticklish and you find it in less than ten seconds.”

“Hmmm, only one spot?”

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

Your hand on his arm did nothing to stop his fingers from inching closer to your side. So you did the very next thing that came to mind.

You kissed him.

He froze for a moment, but quickly overcame his surprise and eagerly returned the kiss. The weight of his body pressing you back into the couch and the corded muscle of his arm beneath your fingers were sending you in a dizzying headfirst tumble.

Sebastian quickly took control of the kiss and you gladly handed it to him. His lips moved languidly over yours, tugging your breaths into his mouth.

“Still wanna call me old?” He whispered against your lips, his fingers digging into your hip.

How the hell could he string words together at a time like this?

“Mmm.” His lips moved down your cheek, landing on your neck. It didn’t make thinking any easier, yet you were still somehow able to come up with a retort. “Baby, I’ve got daddy issues. This age gap thing is really getting me going.”

“Is that so?” He asked, nipping at your neck. “My gray hairs getting you in good snuff?”

“Good snuff?” you giggled.

“You think these gray hairs make me the ginchiest?”

“Ginchiest? Where the hell are you getting these words from?”

He pulled back with a grin. “Doll, I did my research for Bucky. And I was in a movie based in the sixties.”

“So you just had to pull from your childhood memories, huh?” you teased with a shit-eating grin. Eyes narrowed playfully, his hand inched towards the ticklish spot. “No, no, no! Stop! I’m sorry! You are the ginchiest. And you don’t have gray hair.”

“That’s better.” His lips were hovering over yours when he spoke again. “We’re missing this entire episode.”

“We can rewind it later,” you offered.

“But tomorrow’s Dancing With the Stars, remember?”

“We’ve got all day.”

“Actually, I have plans for us tomorrow.”

“Oh?”

He grinned and pecked your nose. “It’s a secret.”

“Big plans?”

There was enough worry in your voice that he picked up on it easily. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, nothing…” You trailed off and he waited patiently for you to gather your thoughts. “It’s just… I’m not completely laid out by the treatment anymore, but my energy is still day-to-day.”

“In that case, we better get to bed. We’ve got some walking to do tomorrow.” His hand landed on your upper thigh, squeezing. “But we can go at whatever pace you want. We’ll take it nice and slow.”

His words fell into a whisper, tickling your ear, heating your body. “Seb…”

With one last squeeze to your thigh, he pushed off of the couch. The second his body lifted off yours, a chill enveloped you and you found yourself pouting.

Honest-to-god pouting.

You never pouted.

“Seb, get back here.”

And begging? God, you never begged. What the hell kind of spell did Sebastian cast on you?

Fuck’s sake, the look he was giving you right now. It was like he was a kid and you were Christmas day. He was looking at you like you were everything he’d ever hoped for.

It should have scared the hell out of you. After all, there was a very high chance you wouldn’t survive the cancer. You would leave him all alone. You should be doing anything you could to create distance between you.

But you were begging him to come back and kiss you and there wasn’t an ounce of embarrassment in your body.

“Much as I’d like to, sweetheart,” he said, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth for a brief second, “I think you’ll like what I have planned for tomorrow. Can’t have you tired before we begin.”

THEY FINALLY KISSED!!!! (That’s a weird thing to be excited about for a couple who has been married for a few weeks) And what plans do you think Seb has planned for tomorrow?

CHAPTER 20: THE MET DATE

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Transformers RID2015 final review!!;

Oh boy. This was a long time coming. Let's go over what I gotta say about this show!

*pls note all these are my opinions, and may contain swearing/spoilers.

Pros!!;

Some bad guy designs. Take for example bots like Thunderhoof or Stockade, who genuinely look SO good? (I particularly like the rusty nail cigar detail on Stockade, THAT was some good shit).

The voice acting, on the whole, was VERY good. Yes there were a few bots who shook me (like Ped, that shit made me spit out tea), but honestly? I was impressed for the most part.

Sideswipe.

Minicons. No seriously, 97% of minicons in this show were ADORABLE! My only complaint is that they didn’t get more screen time, if anything.

The whole ‘camouflage’ thing they did? SO good, SO creative. They did other such creative stuff like this, (recalibrating optics, Springload’s acid skin, alloy hives, Uv lights, etc. cool shit).

How they made so many decepticons look like animals. Call me a furry, but I honestly like transformers designed to be animals. Thunderhoof, Steeljaw, Saberhorn, Stockade, and Zizza are particularly ones I enjoy.

Denny. I demand he be in the next dream daddy update immediately.

Bumblebee’s night off. Literally all of it.

The fact that NO bot is spared from stupidity/awkward moments. Decepticons, autobots, don’t matter, everyone’s fucking gay and stupid. Fucking great.

Bumblebee’s failed rallying cries. So cringy, and I feel like they REALLY signified his growth as a leader.

Battlemasks. Seriously, I LOVE how there’s more of them in this series. I just wished they had more, especially for the baddies. Bad guys deserve to look cool dammit.

Sideswipe’s OBVIOUS crush on Jazz. Fuck outta here with that Sideblade shit.

'Guilty as charged'.Literally everything about it. The twists, the background, the fact that they MADE AN AUTOBOT A BAD GUY. So fucking good of an episode.

Cons!!;

The constant references to tfp. The nods to tfp are few and far in between, but they do exist. One would think this is a plus, and the idea itself is, but RID focuses on all the wrong things. Like in the episode, ‘History lessons’, they bring up the base, but never really delve into the history of it, choosing to focus on the bad guys.

The character design. This isn't for ALL of them, but this show has an awful habit of making some characters too big. Take for example, Optimus. His thickness works against him, as it removes the lack of details that made him so GORGEOUS in tfp.

The re colors/clones. I get it, reusing some assets saves money. But the colors tend to be just awful, and most designs are VERY hit and miss. Aka Airachnid.

Bringing up tfp again. Now I'm not going to be like ‘oh tfp was first= better’, because the first isn't always better. What I hate is the fact that RID sort of ignores tfp for the most part, despite being only FIVE years apart. I feel like if they made this a separate continuity or MUCH later time wise, this wouldnt annoy me so much.

Episodes are honestly 90% filler. Like armada, it's very gimmicky, using a LOT of episodes to sell toys. The plot of the show is really just ‘catch decepticons’, vs tfp, where the challenge changed in pretty much every episode.

Speaking of decepticons, I hated how they made so many. Don't get me wrong, I love variety, but I feel like the designs of these random baddies took up WAY too much time, especially to just have them thrown out after one appearance.

Thunderhoof. I know, queen of hoof thirst, saying this. Let me explain. I LOVE him, but like many decepticons in this series, he was more or less ignored. Don’t get me wrong, he was given more time compared to most, and that I appreciate, but they gave him SUCH a background of a mafia boss, only to just demote him for the sake of Steeljaw. I was just honestly offended that they didn't do more with him when they could've (though DAMN he was hot in Decepticon Island Part 2, and his introduction episode).

Characters do not progress very much. Strongarm and Sideswipe somewhat did, Bumblebee as well, but I wasn't truly believing a character grew up for the most part.

Decepticon hunters. I just don’t understand them. At the beginning, they were neat tools, but combining them just suddenly made everyone way too OP. I don’t understand it, and I don’t really like it.

This brings me to the topic of weapons. In G1 they did the handheld weapons, and that worked, given it was G1, but this is canonically AFTER tfp, so removing those weapons doesn't make sense, and it’s honestly kinda fucking lame. This is a HUGE gripe for me tbh. It wasn’t even that they couldn't, bots like Fracture had built in blades and the like, so ultimately, what's the excuse?

Octopunch and Clampdown. Kill them with fire.

‘Even robots have nightmares’. Not the entire episode, just the fact that Chop shop’s moment of kindness in that episode wasn't really explored, and the missed opportunity there ACTUALLY upset me. Even bad guys deserve redemption.

Speaking of, I hate the fact that only Grimlock got redemption. Yes tfp also didn't have much luck in converting the baddies, but there were at least ATTEMPTS, and I feel like having those attempts turned the black white and sides onto a more gray area, and sort of showed the audience that no one was inherently BAD. If they had that in this series, I’d be MUCH more into this.

Minasaur. Was just such a waste of time. Decent design, but the character was shit. He apparently destroyed an actual solar system or some shit, and yet, he can't properly control his combined form for two seconds.

Stunticons. They were decent looking in design, I'll give them that, but they were wasted, and rushed. RID has enough bad guys that desperately needed attention, adding these new ones was a choice that really made this show a struggle to watch.

'Prisoners Principles'. The way they covered the legal rules of Prisoners wasn't too bad. What WAS bad was the normalized brutality of Clampdown. Now I hate the fuck, but he's a willing prisoner. Bots like Strongarm and Sideswipe willingly putting him in danger just REALLY seemed like boot kissing. Don't appreciate it.

The episode with Dropforge kinda made me realize something. That the whole situation with the government could've been covered a LOT sooner. If they were going to touch on it, at ALL, they should've done it properly. You could've literally scrapped the stunticons and replaced it with issues of Cybertron's justice system. It would have saved them money on voice actors, and the thought of collaboration between Cybertron and earth would've been GOOD shit. It would've been a good opportunity to bring in Dropforge, who was genuinely a cool character.

Ratchet meeting Optimus. Was so disappointing, so lackluster, and really, really undermined their relationship in tfp.

There was SO many musical talents for some fucking reason. Sideswipe, Jazz, Steeljaw, Thunderhoof- all VA's were singers, and they did NOTHING with that.

The way the council was handled. I couldn't remember a time where I've ever given less of a shit about their characters. You fucked up CYCLONUS. How the fuck you gonna ruin CYCLONUS.

There's a specific post talking about this shows villian problem (written by my buddy bae, give em a follow), and there's lots of points i agree with; https://baebeyza.tumblr.com/post/190875674229/robots-in-disguise-2015-and-the-villain-problem.

They also made this post that I think has some solid points; https://baebeyza.tumblr.com/post/621992774922797056/rid15-and-what-it-could-have-been-waited-foruys of the episode.

So all in, this show is....okay. I've seen it twice now, and both times, they have something in common; they're exhausting to go through. Don't get me wrong, it has some good moments, really does. But on the whole, this show wastes a LOT of your time. I don't think it's too much to say that you could cut at least 30% of content, and STILL get to the plot. For a show, that's a LOT. This is a show you should definitely NOT start this franchise with. Treat yourself, watch TFP or TFA. Maybe even beast wars. Just...not this.

Final verdict: 6/10.

#reviews #final #RID2015

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And...They Were Zoommates (one-shot)

Summary: Buck and Eddie work for the same company but have never met until working from home during the covid-19 pandemic has them using zoom video conferences.

Ship: Buck/Eddie

Words: 7,729

Rating: G

Notes: I blame a few people over at the buddie discord for this fic happening.

With the state of the world being what it is, quarantine fic seems inevitable and I wanted to write something fluffy and happy. I will admit that I'm not super pleased with this fic but I'm posting it anyway. Enjoy.

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The memo went out on a Monday. Everyone was going to be working from home and they had two days to prepare everything and make their work remote. Buck had been waiting for it to happen. It was a matter of time after the schools were shut down followed by the libraries and then curfews were put on bars and nightclubs. And then as the numbers of infected kept rising, most places started trying to figure out how to make their staff work from home.

The whole thing wasn’t going to be ideal, but if it meant that more people weren’t out and about getting exposed to Covid-19, well, Buck figured that it was probably a good thing. Buck had done his research, after all, and he knew that it was more than just a flu and that while the WHO didn’t want to call it a Pandemic yet, they soon would. He also knew that in the states things were going to go bad and fast.

A few days later, Buck had set up a work-station at his apartment. His work laptop was going to remain at his kitchen island so that Buck would feel like he was going somewhere to go to work. He was going to get up at his usual time and maintain his routine partly because he knew it would drive him crazy if he didn’t, but also because a lot of his work was going to require video conferencing and Buck was not going to show up on one of those calls in his PJs.

On day one, he spent about an hour figuring out what the hell Zoom was.

Then, he spent another hour trying to log in because for some reason it just wouldn’t let him.

After that, Buck finally had access to his work and then he dived into what he needed to get done for the day. A bit of time into it, he got an email about the meeting that had gone from in person at the office to a video conference.

Looking at the email thread, he was not the only one having issues with logging into things and figuring out Zoom.

The thing about the quarantine and the work from home order was that it had come at a horrible time for them. It was absolutely necessary and they all understood that, but it was happening just as they were taking on a big project that required the work of many different departments at the office. Buck didn’t think he even knew any of the people he was going to be working with other than his boss. That was the part that made him just a little bit nervous and unsettled. Group projects had always been the bane of his existence back when he was in school and he sort of suspected that this was going to end up being a similar experience.

—

“So, you’re going to be working here, Daddy?”

Eddie was in the middle of setting up his computer and making sure that he had all the right paper files out. Working from home wasn’t going to be ideal, but Eddie was thankful that he could do it. He couldn’t imagine how else he would have been able to handle things with Christopher out of school and on top of that knowing that his abuela was one of those at risk people so the last thing Eddie wanted was to have to saddle her with watching Christopher.

“I am, kid. So while you’re doing school, I’ll be doing work. And then we can have lunch together.”

“This is very silly, Daddy.”

Eddie chuckled. “It is, isn’t it? But, remember I told you, it’s so that everyone can be safe and so that people don’t get sick.”

“I know,” Christopher said.

Eddie ruffled his hair and then nudged him to go back to where he’d been working on what looked to be a math packet. While Christopher went to do that, Eddie got himself set up, but he went to check on Chris a moment later and it was always just to impressive how smart his son was.

When he got an email about the video conference, he left Christopher to his math and went back to the laptop. Logging in was a task and a half and Eddie emailed his frustrations to the others until he finally got the thing to work and at least it didn’t seem like he was the only one struggling.

By the time that they had all made it onto the conference call, they were starting the meeting late by about forty five minutes. In that time, Christopher had at least managed to keep himself working and not get too distracted, but Eddie was just waiting for it to happen. It was why he’d left out some apple slices for him as a snack that might keep him from bothering Eddie.

“Hello, everyone,” Bobby said. “I know this is going to be unconventional and probably make some of us want to tear our hair out, but we’re going to pull this off. It just requires that we all try our hardest to communicate with each other.”

Eddie wasn’t new to the job, but his job was pretty isolated. So while he knew Bobby because he was their boss, he didn’t know anyone else on the call. He knew Howie — Chim — by reputation alone because he was Bobby’s right hand man but he didn’t know Henrietta or Evan. Henrietta liked to be called Hen and she was the most relaxed of all of them, looking like she was just chilling out on her sofa. Bobby looked to be in a home office type space and he’d gone through the trouble of putting on a collared shirt and tie. Chim was in an AC/DC t-shirt and out on a balcony of all places. Evan — who apparently went by Buck for some reason — was missing the tie to his button up, but the look was good on him. Just a bit put together. It was Buck that Eddie would be working closest with. He seemed friendly and nice enough but also very very attractive.

—

Buck didn’t think he’d ever written or replied to so many emails in his life as he did in the first three days of working from home.

The whole thing had been confusing for Sebastian, his dog, who didn’t seem to really understand why Buck was waking up and doing the whole shower, coffee, spending ten minutes staring into the abyss of his fridge every morning before taking him out on a walk, returning to the apartment and then not leaving. After the third day, Sebastian seemed to get over it.

By day four, Buck was sort of getting sick of going to work in the kitchen. So, he moved to the living room which worked for about a half hour before Sebastian decided it was a good time to try and get a belly rub which led to no work. He did eventually get some done later when he went back into the kitchen for a Zoom conference with Bobby.

Taking Sebastian out on walks was basically the only time that Buck was going out. and it was weird how the usually busy streets were empty. He’d been smart about getting enough food to last him a few weeks back before the working from home thing started and Buck was reluctant to go out to any grocery store when he heard all the horror stories about how packed those places were. But since Buck wanted to keep Sebastian on his usual schedule, it meant that he really only went outside three times a day and not for very long at all.

It wasn’t like Buck even had any real down time when he had to be in meetings or responding to emails or just doing his own solo work. The person that he was mostly emailed was someone he’d never met or worked with before. Eddie Diaz. The first time he’d even laid eyes on the guy was in the initial video conference.

On the morning of day five, it was an email from Eddie that woke Buke.

Hey,

Let me know when you have time and we can get on Zoom. I figure we can go over everything we’ve done so far.

-Eddie Diaz

Buck went through his morning routine which included push ups and sit ups and a bit of stretching before he got in the shower, got dressed and went down for breakfast but more importantly coffee. Sebastian ate when Buck served him some kibble and then they went out for their morning walk. Buck emailed Eddie back as soon as he’d made it back into the apartment.

They settled for a Zoom conference in an hour and Buck started preparing everything he’d worked on to share with Eddie. Their collaboration was pretty much imperative for the whole project to work.

Seeing someone through a computer — especially a stranger someone — was odd. He’d seen Eddie before at this point, but they hadn’t had a one on one video call.

“Hi,” Eddie said. “How are you?”

“Uh, good. You? How’s this whole quarantine working out for you?”

Eddie shrugged his shoulders. “It is what it is. Anyway, so I figure we both have to be on the same page.”

“Yes. Definitely.”

It was a little awkward until they started talking about the project and then everything just fell into professionalism. Still, Buck had eyes and he could tell even through the screen that Eddie was attractive. He smiled with all his teeth and his eyes were warm and expressive and Buck could tell that Eddie was as passionate as Buck was about the project.

“So, we touch in every day?” Buck asked.

“Yes. Video probably works best. Text always leads to misunderstandings.”

“You’re right about that.”

Sebastian chose that moment to bark and when Buck looked at the clock, he was about due for a walk. Before the work from home thing happened, Buck had a dog walker that stopped by every day to take Sebastian out.

“Oh, is that your dog?” Eddie asked.

“Yup. Letting me know it’s time for his walk,” Buck said with a roll of his eyes.

Eddie chuckled. “I’m sure he’s happy to have you at home.”

“Probably. Or maybe he’s missing the dog walker.”

Eddie laughed again and when he laughed he looked stupid pretty. “I’ll let you get to your dog, then, Buck. See you tomorrow?”

“Yeah. See you tomorrow.”

—-

On day six of quarantine, Eddie had to leave the house. He’d been so busy in the days leading up to the work from home order that he hadn’t had much time to actually stock up on much of anything. Usually that was fine because Eddie wasn’t much of a cook and he relied on whatever his abuela cooked and then pushed Eddie to take home with him. Then there was also Carla who took care of Christopher and not only did the shopping but then the cooking too. Eddie just tended to rely on ordering in, but doing that every day was both bad for his wallet and probably not good for him or his kid.

The only annoying part about all of it was that he was going to have to take Christopher out. Eddie would have preferred otherwise, but he didn’t want to bother his abuela or Carla. It was just a matter of being very careful. But before they could go out, Eddie needed to do his daily call with Buck.

“Okay, buddie, I want you to get working on your reading, okay? I have to do work for a bit but then we’re going shopping.”

He set up the computer and went and grabbed himself a glass of water before he initiated the call. He almost laughed when Buck picked up.

So far, Buck had always been dressed as if he were actually going to the office. Polos and button ups and nice sweaters, but on this day he’d apparently given up on that because he was in a dark tank top and his hair had gained a bit of curl to it.

“Hi,” Buck said. “Sorry I look a mess.”

“You look fine,” Eddie said. “I usually look a mess, so it’s a nice change.”

“Funny,” Buck said.

Eddie just shook his head at him. “No, it’s fine. You look fine.”

Better than fine, probably, since Buck was just effortlessly attractive and there was something about the dishevelled look that really did it for Eddie.

They got to business talk, answering questions and suggesting things for the next phase of the project. They were actually both doing well with their deadlines. Of course with the whole Covid-19 thing getting worse and worse, no one knew if rollout would go on as planned.

“And what else are up to today?” Buck asked once the business talk was over.

“I have to go grocery shopping,” Eddie said. “Kinda a hassle because I have a son.”

“Wait, you have a kid?” Buck said, he practically shouted it and his eyes widened. “Sorry. I just...I really love kids.”

Eddie chuckled. “Yeah, he’s eight. His mom’s not in the picture, so it’s just the two of us.”

“And you’re going to take him out?” Buck asked, frowning. “You know how crazy the stores are right now, right?”

“Kinda unavoidable. Can’t leave him home alone and I don’t have anyone to watch him and we need to get a few things.”

“For your sake, I hope you’re not hoping to find toilet paper,” Buck said.

Eddie rolled his eyes. “No. Small mercies. I bought some before all this madness. Just after food, really.”

“So get it delivered. There’s apps for that now.”

Eddie hadn’t even considered that possibility but Buck was right. “You know, I think you just made my day a lot easier.”

“Good. I’m glad. Anything to help you, man.”

“Thanks,” Eddie said. “And what are you up to?”

The thing about talking to Buck was that it gave him a connection to the outside world. Sure Eddie called abuela and his tia every day to check in with them and see how they were doing or if they needed anything but that felt different than talking to Buck. Even talking to his parents who were in a whole other state or his sisters — when they felt like answering the phone — was less stimulating. Maybe it was because they were family and Buck wasn’t.

“I am hanging out with Sebastian for the day and catching up on some Netflix. Might bake something. I’ve been having the worst sweet tooth but unless I eat straight sugar, I don’t have anything sweet in this house.”

“Sebastian is...”

“My dog,” Buck said with a grin. “I know, human name. No one gets it but my favorite Disney movie is—”

“The Little Mermaid,” Eddie finished for him.

“Exactly.”

Eddie shook his head at Buck. “Okay, I’m going to figure out this grocery delivery thing.”

“It might not be same day,” Buck said. “Maybe it depends.”

“I have enough food to get by for at least a few more days. But better to get this out of the way.”

“Yup,” Buck said.

“And what about you? Did you go out and stock up before all of this?”

Buck rubbed at his neck in what was clearly a nervous habit. “I bought a lot of stuff,” he said. “But I figured it was best to with all that’s going on. Really, it’s our responsibility to stay home right now. And it doesn’t look like this will be over any time soon.”

“It doesn’t,” Eddie said. He kind of hated admitting that because it meant that things wouldn’t get back to normal faster.

Eddie just wasn’t too big a fan of spending a lot of time in doors. That just wasn’t who he was. And Christopher had already been asking about going to the park. Eddie had taken him outside into the yard for a while every day but he could tell that Christopher was getting bored of that and bored of not being able to see his friends.

“Okay, I’ll go figure that out now. I’ll email you if I have any questions.”

Buck rolled his eyes. “Just video chat me. I’m kind of liking this a lot more than I expected.”

It took Eddie about twenty minutes before he called Buck to ask for help.

—-

On days seven and eight, Buck binged an entire show on Netflix. He got no work done, but he did manage to talk to Eddie for a part of his day. It was practically becoming routine. Sebastian had even decided to make an appearance and Eddie couldn’t praise Sebastian enough.

“He’s gorgeous,” Eddie said.

Sebastian was a cocker spaniel mixed with golden retriever. It was easy to see the different breeds in him and in Buck’s opinion it only made him cuter and it helped that when Buck adopted him, he was already well trained that he didn’t have to put too much effort into getting him to listen.

On day ten, Eddie video called him for a second time late at night while Buck was in the middle of making dinner. He was in the middle of mashing potatoes but he still grabbed his laptop and set it up somewhere that the camera could see him.

“Hey,” Buck said. “Anything going on?”

“Not with work,” Eddie said. “Just — okay, so I’m a horrible cook and the internet isn’t exactly helping.”

“What is it?” Buck asked.

“What does fold mean? Oh...I’m making chocolate mousse.” He panned the camera to where he’d already whipped some cream.

“That’s ambitious,” Buck said with a grin. “And folding just means that you mix it very gently.”

He gave Eddie instructions as he did it and it was definitely an experience to help someone cook — well, mix — something while not being present.

“Thank you so much, Buck. I had no idea who else to ask.”

“Really. I was your best option?”

Eddie shrugged. “My abuela has never made mousse in her life. She makes Mexican things so. And my sisters would never let me live this down.”

“Ah. So I’m the least embarrassing option.”

“I suppose.”

At that moment a kid ran right into the shot. He was small with curly blond-ish hair, and glasses.

“Daddy, is it ready?” the boy asked.

Eddie’s son was adorable. He was also disabled but it was very clear that it wasn’t something that defined him. And the way that Eddie looked at his son, it warmed Buck’s heart. There was just so much love between them that it was palpable.

“Almost, Christopher. How about you go wash your hands?”

“Okay.”

He left again and Buck could hear — now that he knew — the way that his crutches clinked on the floor.

“That’s Christopher,” Buck said.

“Oh. Yes. That’s my son.”

“He’s adorable, Eddie. Like I said, I love kids.”

Eddie smiled wide, his teeth showing. “Yeah...well that one is my world.”

“And you said the mother isn’t in the picture?” Buck asked.

Eddie shook his head. “No. She’s not. We’re divorced actually, but I have no clue where she is now. I don’t think I would even let her see him if she came looking. Not when she’ll just leave him again. I, um, I have primary custody and she didn’t even try to fight me on it.”

“That sucks, man. Poor kid.”

Eddie gave a nod. “He still talks about her sometimes but I think he understands she isn’t coming back.”

It had to be hard raising a disabled child with an absentee mother. It made Buck admire Eddie even more.

Eddie kept him on the call even when his son came back and he’d placed a couple of spoons of the chocolate mousse on a small bowl.

“And what are you cooking over there, Buck?”

“Mashed potatoes,” Buck said, “to go with my chicken breast. And maybe I’ll make a salad too.”

“So you’re eating a healthy meal and I’m over here hoping my kid doesn’t start jumping off the walls after all that sugar.”

“I hope that’s not all you’re having for dinner,” Buck said.

“No. We had sandwiches earlier. That’s really the extent of my cooking. And he knows it too. Doesn’t expect much.”

They stayed up talking that night while Buck got his dinner together and even as Buck started to eat. For Buck it practically feelt natural to have Eddie there on his computer. He didn’t care that he was wearing a stained t-shirt and that he hadn’t bothered with his hair all day and that Eddie was going to watch him as he ate.

They talked about the virus because it wasn’t a topic anyone could easily escape, and then Buck told Eddie that his sister was actually a nurse.

“She’s right in the thick of this. I’m so worried she’ll catch it but she just says it’s the hazard of the job. And it’s not like I could even stop by her place to see her now. I just worry.”

“Well tell her I admire her a lot for working through this time.”

“Thanks,” Buck said. “I’ll pass that along.”

Eventually the conversation topic switched to something else until Buck’s plate was completely clean and yet he and Eddie just kept talking. Eddie told him about his family in Texas and then about his abuela and tia.

“It’s my cousins that are really taking care of them,” Eddie said. “They get it. I have Christopher and everything. But I just hope they’re both okay after all of this since it seems like it’s harder on anyone that’s older.”

“I’m sure they will be,” Buck said. “It’s all about staying home.”

“Yeah.” Eddie said. “Abuela gets stir crazy. So do I, to be honest.”

—-

Day eleven was a bit of a hard day. He and Eddie didn’t talk at all but Maddie called him in tears because one of her patients died. He spent over an hour on the phone with her talking about it. The virus really wasn’t something to take lightly. After being reprimanded to stay home — even though he already was — Maddie let him go.

On day twelve they had a big conference call with everyone working on the project. Bobby wanted information from everyone and it was lucky that he and Eddie shared everything with each other because when Eddie didn’t appear on the call, Buck was able to show them everything from his end. He tried not to display how worried he was, but he did send an email Eddie’s way. There was no response.

Not hearing from Eddie made him antsy. It made him want to leave his apartment and go over to Eddie’s to make sure that he was okay. Buck with everything going on, Buck knew that he couldn’t be rash like that.

It was on day fourteen that first thing in the morning, Eddie video called.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” Buck asked before Eddie could even say hello.

“I’m fine. I should have emailed you, I guess. Things got a little out of hand. My cousin has the virus so I’ve been basically stuck on the phone because my tia Pepa was in contact with her and so abuela is freaking out. Pepa doesn’t seem to be showing any symptoms but she’s getting tested today and of course all the other family wanted to make sure I hadn’t been exposed or Christopher. So I’ve been a bit busy. But you were worried?”

Buck knew he was blushing. “I may have worried a little.”

“Or a lot,” Eddie said with a smile. “It’s cute.”

“Well, we’re in quarantine, what else was I supposed to do?”

Eddie just shrugged, but his smile was pleased and Buck was starting to figure out that he maybe didn’t have any friends like Eddie. That maybe Eddie was more than a friend or someone that could be more than a friend.

“How’s your sister doing?”

“She’s still working and still holding on. I don’t know how she can be this strong.”

Eddie nodded along. “It’s amazing, isn’t it? How strong someone can be — how amazing it is to be witness of that? Christopher is probably the strongest person I know.”

“I can imagine,” Buck said. “What, um, what is—”

“He has CP,” Eddie said. “But that hasn’t stopped him from doing anything he wants to do.”

The way that Eddie smiled when he talked about Christopher was almost enough to have Buck smitten. The thing was that he’d never connected with anyone the way that he connected to Eddie. Buck hoped that when it was all over, he wouldn’t lose the friendship or any of what he was hoping was building between them.

—-

By the time that it had been twenty one days on quarantine — a whole three weeks — Eddie was just about ready to tear his hair off. His growing hair because due to everything but essential businesses remaining open the likelihood of finding a hair salon was low. Eddie didn’t really mind that his hair got longer, it just meant that there were more steps to taking care of it. And even though all he really did these days was watch movies with his son, Eddie still felt like he needed to look good. None of it had anything to do with how he and Buck were still video chatting every day and the length of those calls kept growing and growing.

Work had pretty much come to a stand still. The project was nearly finished but without a rollout date there wasn’t much for them to do. It meant that things were getting boring.

He and Christopher had done as much as possible to not get bored. They went outside for an hour most days even if it was just to sit out in the sun. It just felt nice to get outside sometimes.

Other days they watched movies or shows or Christopher did some drawing and played with his toys. Buck was also there for most things through the screen of his computer or phone. Buck made things a bit more bearable even if Eddie could tell that he was also stir crazy. The only time that Buck went out was to walk Sebastian, but on a few occasions even while out on a walk he would call Eddie and Eddie would get a glimpse of the nearly empty streets.

“I wish I could be out there with you,” Eddie said on a sunny day. Day twenty three of quarantine.

Buck was on a walk with Sebastian and it was eerie how everything looked just a tad too empty.

“When this is all over we can go on the longest walk,” Buck said. “We can visit every ice cream shop and any taqueria. We can do anything you want.”

“Eager to meet me in person, Buck?”

“Maybe a little,” Buck said and he was just so completely honest.

Eddie would be lying if he didn’t feel something for Buck. There was the friendship they’d formed and the fondness but there was more too. Maybe it was because they were so open with each other and maybe a bit vulnerable, but it was also that Buck was sweet and wonderful and that he genuinely seemed interested in Christopher.

Eddie would forever remember what happened on what must have been day seventeen or maybe it was sixteen — the days were really blurring together — when Christopher had gotten curious about why Eddie was laughing.

“I’m just talking to a friend. A coworker.”

“A friend?” Christopher asked.

“Yeah. Hey, Buck, you want to meet Christopher?”

“Of course.”

Eddie knew that Buck said that he liked kids, but he didn’t expect the patience or the interest that Buck bestowed on Christopher. He didn’t seem to mind listening to Christopher talk about homeschooling or even a silly story about the bunny they’d spotted out in the yard a few days earlier.

Buck was just wonderful. He asked about Christopher every single call and if Christopher wasn’t busy with schoolwork then sometimes Buck would just talk to Christopher. Buck was just kind of perfect.

“Are you for real, you want to meet up once we can leave our houses?” Eddie asked.

Buck chuckled and he ducked his head. His cheeks were noticeably pink even through the phone and Eddie really really liked him. He was adorable.

“Yes, Eddie. Or should I say, Edmundo.”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “I told you that with so much confidence and if you keep bringing it up I’m just going to start calling you Evan.”

“Fine. But, yeah, Eddie. I think you’re one of my closest friends.”

“That’s just quarantine talk,” Eddie said.

Even though for him, it wasn’t. It couldn’t be. The way that he felt about Buck...the way that he felt happy whenever he saw Buck was calling, it made Eddie so absolutely sure that it was more than friendship because they were relying on each other for outside contact.

“It’s not,” Buck said in all seriousness. “I like you, Eddie. And I think if we had met in any other way I would have liked you then too.”

Talking about his feelings had never been easy for Eddie. What Shannon did to him and Christopher had maybe made that so much worse.

So it was hard to say it, but Eddie felt like he would burst if he didn’t. “I like you too.”

“Is that a blush?” Buck asked with a goofy grin that told Eddie that Buck was pleased.

“I’m going to go now. I’ll talk to you later,” Eddie said because he didn’t know if he could keep talking to Buck without being a mess.

—-

He felt like he could fly, like the butterflies in his stomach from the first moment that he told Eddie he liked him, were ready to just lift him right off the ground.

And Eddie saying that he liked him too, it nearly killed him to hear it and Buck just wanted for Eddie to be sure that Buck did mean it.

So with very little to do for work and boredom creeping into almost everything he did, Buck started to plan. There was a way to use Zoom for screen sharing and Buck had helped Eddie with his grocery order so he knew where Eddie lived. He also knew that Eddie and Christopher were both fans of chocolate.

So Buck called up a local bakery and ordered cupcakes to be delivered to Eddie that night. The girl on the phone seemed entirely pleased with getting the order at all and it made Buck wonder how much business they were actually having. It made him order some cupcakes for himself as well.

Then he browsed through Netflix for something that Eddie would enjoy but that Christopher could watch too. He found a few different choices and figured he’d just offer Eddie a choice and then he went and got ready. Cleaning himself up a bit and even shaving the growing beard on his face. Then he put on one of his favorite shirts and went down and got his laptop and settled himself on his couch. He got up only when his cupcakes arrived, being just dropped off at his door which meant that Eddie would get his soon too. Buck was going to wait for Eddie to just call him after it arrived.

The call came just ten minutes later. It was Eddie and Christopher. Christopher had clearly already eaten a cupcake because there was frosting on his nose.

“You got them?” Buck asked.

“Yeah. Buck, I — you’re incredible. You know?”

Buck smiled at them. “And just wait, I have a whole night planned for us. A quarantine date, if you will.”

“Daddy, what’s that?”

“What?” Eddie asked.

“What Buck just said.”

Watching Eddie with Christopher and the way that he was such a good dad, it did things to Buck. Buck had always loved kids. He didn’t get a lot of opportunity to be around kids, but he’d always wanted to be a dad. Someday. Maddie often said that it was mostly because he was such a kid that he got along so well with most children. And Buck could tell that Eddie was a good dad. It somehow made him even more attractive.

—-

When the doorbell rang, Eddie had almost expected it to be one of his cousins or maybe his tia. Instead, he opened it and found a cardboard box from a bakery and atop it an envelope with a note. Eddie took it all into the kitchen, gave the outside of the box a wipe with some lyrol surface wipes and then opened the envelope and pulled out a small card.

Eddie,

I figure why wait for our first date? I’m sending you something sweet for you and Christopher and I’m setting up a movie date for the three of us.

Call me when you get this, I’ll be waiting.

-Buck

Eddie had never experienced someone like Buck before. Eddie just hadn’t expected for Buck to make a gesture like this and it was just unattached to any expectations and Buck just included Christopher like it was the natural thing to do.

“Daddy, what is it?” Christopher asked.

“My friend. You remember from the computer?”

“Buck!” Christopher yelled out.

“Yes, that one. He sent us a present.”

Chistopher made a noise in excitement and Eddie chuckled before he opened the box. There were twelve cupcakes inside, each expertly frosted and they were clearly themed. Eddie shook his head and tried not to laugh when he looked at them. There were four rows and each of the rows were decorated differently. The first one was blue frosting with a single roll of toilet paper sitting at the top. The next one had a spray bottle. The one after that had a face mask. The last had hearts.

“Can I have one, Daddy? Please?”

Eddie gave in and let Christopher pick out his treat. Then he went and grabbed his laptop to call Buck.

“You got them?” Buck asked the moment he appeared on the screen.

“Yeah. Buck, I — you’re incredible. You know?”

Buck smiled at them. He looked good. The scruff that had been growing on his jaw was gone but his hair was still a bit on the curlier side and Buck had explained that it was because it was getting long. Eddie loved it.

“And just wait, I have a whole night planned for us. A quarantine date, if you will,” Buck said, his smile was so wide and Eddie wished that they were in the same place because if they were he might have kissed him.

“Daddy what’s that?” Christopher asked. He was right in the view of the camera and his face was a little messy from the cupcake he was eating.

“What?” Eddie asked.

“What Buck just said.”

“It means that since we can’t leave the house we’re going to stay here and he’s going to stay at his apartment but we’re going to hang out. How does that sound, kiddo?”

“Fun,” Christopher said.

Eddie looked back at the screen. “So, what does this date entail?”

Buck smiled at him. “Okay, so I did a bit of research and I was going to try to use Netflix Party for this but then we’d lose the video chat aspect. But we can do screen sharing with Zoom so how about a movie date?”

“Sounds perfect, Buck.”

Buck grinned. “Awesome.”

It was perfect in a weirdly unconventional way. Buck had picked out movies that were Christopher friendly and with Christopher right there, they had a quick choice. Hook. Buck admitted that he’d never actually seen it before.

“We weren’t big on movies growing up,” Buck admitted.

“That’s kinda sad, Buck,” Eddie said. “Have you been catching up on everything you missed while you’re stuck at home?”

Buck rolled his eyes. “Sort of.”

Christopher had never seen Hook either and he was excited when Buck got everything set up on his end. Watching a movie with another person that wasn’t in the room with him was different and yet watching Buck’s reactions to the movie on the screen and the way that they almost matched Christophers was endearing. Eddie really really liked Buck.

—-

Quarantine kept going. No one knew when it was going to end. By day thirty three, Buck was really getting sick of it. He took Sebastian out on longer and longer walks and he spent as much time as he could out on his balcony, overlooking the empty streets and the very few people taking walks outside. He and Eddie still used Zoom as the primary form of contact, but they’d exchanged numbers too so that they texted constantly, sending memes back and forth because that was one of the few good things to come out of the whole mess.

Eddie made it all a bit better, even though Buck couldn’t actually be with him. But the prospect of finally getting to see him in person kept Buck going. Almost every day one of them mentioned all the numerous things that they wanted to do once they were allowed out again.

“I want to go to a museum,” Buck said. “Art or history — it doesn’t even matter. I just want to go. And you’re welcome to come with me.”

“I want to go to a restaurant and actually be able to eat there,” Eddie said.

“Amusement park,” Buck added. “A concert.”

“The mall. I hate shopping, but I’d love to be able to go to the mall.”

“I’d even love to go back into the office. Or...maybe just anywhere with you.”

Eddie always had a pleased look when Buck mentioned the two of them getting together. They didn’t talk about it often, but they had Zoom dates every other day watching movies or eating together often with Christopher butting in not that Buck minded that in the least. It was late at night when Christopher was in bed that Buck and Eddie had time alone and in the cover of darkness things were different. That was when things got deep.

It was late at night that Eddie told Buck about Christopher’s mother, Shannon and the turbulent relationship. It was also when Buck told Eddie about Abby and how she left him. They shared stories about growing up and about how they each figured out their attraction to men and women. They talked about Christopher’s CP. They talked about how Buck didn’t actually love his job but that it was something he’d fallen into. Eddie told Buck about his time in the Army.

Other nights it was different. Less morose.

They talked about them. About how strange it was to fall for someone over Zoom of all things and yet how their connection was real. The attraction was real. And they both absolutely longed for the day when they could be in person together.

“I’m going to kiss you so hard, Edmundo Diaz,” Buck said one night after yet another movie night. Christopher was in bed and Buck had walked up to his own bed as well. “You won’t know it’s coming.”

“Well, you’ve just given me warning so now I’m expecting it, Evan,”

“As long as you’ll kiss me back,” Buck said.

“Of course I’ll kiss you back. I’ll always kiss you back.”

—-

Day forty hit Eddie hard when he realized that it had been forty days since he stepped outside his house. Christopher was so adaptable that he was fine with the way things were. And truth be told, Eddie had gotten used to working from home. He’d also gotten really used to having Buck on a screen for most of the day or just a text away. Buck texted him good morning every morning when he woke up and Eddie would call him on Zoom and take him along as he and Christopher did their morning routine.

Buck even taught Eddie how to make pancakes one morning when he was in the middle of eating some and Christopher wanted some too. Eddie usually relied on mixes that just needed water, but Buck instructed him and Christopher until the finished result was fluffy discs that he and Christopher ate ravenously. It made Eddie wish he could have Buck in person.

The longer the quarantine went, the more that Eddie longed to see Buck off a computer screen. If it wasn’t for Christopher and his CP, Eddie would have already gone and asked Buck to come over or gone to join him at his apartment. But even though Buck had been stuck inside his home and clearly wasn’t sick, Eddie wasn’t stupid enough to risk it.

So instead he and Buck daydreamed of the day they would finally get their in person date.

“You know,” Buck said on day forty three, “we’ve been on so many virtual dates already that we should be way past third base.”

Eddie laughed at that. “Oh, Buck.”

“Listen,” Buck said in a quieter tone, “you don’t make it easy looking like you do.”

“And somehow I’m just fine even though you look like that,” Eddie said.

Buck just pouted at him. It made him look cute more than anything. Eddie pushed his hair back. It had grown quite a bit since he hadn’t been able to go out and get a haircut but Buck seemed to like the length. It made Eddie consider keeping it.

Some days they just threw out date ideas at each other. Buck told him he would take Eddie out on a hot air balloon and they could have a picnic up in the clouds. Eddie wanted to take him rock climbing. Buck wanted to go to the zoo but mostly because Christopher wanted to. Eddie wanted the two of them to go hiking. Buck wanted to take Eddie to the beach to hang out at the pier but also out on the sand so they could build sand castles together. Eddie mentioned being good at bowling and Buck wanted to beat him at it. Buck also wanted to beat him at pool. Mostly, though, the two of them wanted to do anything as long as they could do it together.

But their work from home was being extended as was the stay at home order. Things were bad and Eddie couldn’t really handle watching the news anymore because it was always more and more depressing.

He could tell that it was getting to Buck some days more than others.

“I just — I hate this, you know, the staying inside and the lack of seeing anyone but then you hear all these things about the number of cases and it’s horrible. And my sister is right in the thick of it and she’s okay but I worry about her. She called me last night and she was just crying the entire time. And it’s just horrible. And then you have all these idiots not taking it seriously even forty something days into this quarantine and I don’t get it.”

“I don’t get it either, Buck. I really don’t.”

—-

Buck stopped counting the days after day forty five because counting made him feel more like a prisoner in his own home more than anything else. So when the stay at home order was finally lifted after what felt like a couple of year length months, it was Eddie that told him they had been in quarantine for nearly seventy days.

“That’s impossible,” Buck said.

“My hair says otherwise,” Eddie said.

At some point, Buck remembered Eddie trying to figure out how to cut his own hair and it had been a combination of Christopher thinking it was a bad idea and Buck repeatedly telling Eddie that he didn’t mind the longer hair that stopped him from doing it.

“It’s still going to be a while before life goes back to normal,” Buck said.

Eddie shrugged his shoulders. “But there’s an end in sight now.”

They were still going to keep working from home but the prospect of getting back to the office made things better. It also meant that they all needed to get back on track which began with another Zoom conference with Bobby and all the others.

Buck looked professional again which made Eddie laugh a little.

“What’s so funny, Diaz?” Buck asked.

Everyone was paying attention to him and he could feel himself blushing. “Nothing. Nothing. Let’s get the meeting started.”

It was after the meeting that Buck called him. He was in a t-shirt and looking a lot more relaxed which made Eddie burst out into laughter.

“You changed,” Eddie said.

“Yeah. So?”

“It’s just cute you dressed up for the meeting,” Eddie said. “You’re just adorable, Buck.”

“I’m—”

“I like it,” Eddie said and then after taking a deep breath. “So, when can I see you?”

“Now?” Buck asked.

—-

The first time that Buck saw Eddie in person he felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest. He didn’t know why he was so nervous after all the time they’d spent talking and after everything they’d shared with each other but when Eddie noticed him and smiled Buck took a breath and stepped forward.

“Hi,” he said.

“Hi,” Eddie said back.

“It’s nice to not see you on a screen for once,” Buck said.

“Yeah. I think I prefer this.”

“Me too.”

It was different and a little bit awkward but it was him and Eddie and when Buck offered his hand to him, Eddie took it and laced their fingers and Buck knew with some certainty that things would work out. They may have met over Zoom video conference but it didn’t in any way make what they felt less real or less important.

“So,” Eddie said.

“So,” Buck said and they both laughed until Buck moved closer. He could smell Eddie’s aftershave and their hands were still linked which grounded him as he leaned into Eddie’s space and kissed him. Eddie pulled him closer, gasping against his lips and deepening the kiss.

“Told you I was going to kiss you,” Buck said.

---

Notes: Thank you to anyone that read this. Considering the current situation across the world I hope everyone is staying safe and healthy.

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lucy-luckk · 4 years

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The Only Woman in the Room

Wednesday Morning May 27, 2020 Channel 5 Studio TW: Mentions Sexual Assault Word Count: 1541

Lucy stopped dead in her tracks the moment she walked into the meeting room and her eyes landed on the channel president and some other fairly important people. This was not a good sign. Her boss’ boss wanted to see her twenty minutes before they were supposed to be on air.

She took a seat next to her producer, Mark, her legs crossed at her ankles and her hands in her lap. A perfect lady since that was what this meeting called before. She tried to catch Mark’s eye, to read some kind of clue in their eyes as to what this meeting was about, but he was pointedly avoiding her gaze. It was really bad then. Working together like they did, she could read his face like they shared some kind of mental connection.

Frank, the channel president, cleared his throat and Lucy’s head whipped to his general direction. The meeting was starting then. “Lucy, do you know why you’re here?”

One, two, three - She always counted slowly in her head before answering anyone’s questions. It made her feel like she had control over a situation like this. “No, I can’t say I’m sure why. Is this truly something that couldn’t have waited until after the show today, Frank?” First names. Never ‘mister’.

“Well, if you would have answered your phone, we could have avoided this.” His voice was raspy, like he had a frog in his throat he just couldn’t kick. He wouldn’t look her in the eyes either, just down at his hands, which he was wringing incessantly. “Have you been on your phone at all? Looked online? Fielded any conversations from friends or family?”

Lucy counted in her head while she looked around the room at all the men looking at her with very guarded expressions. Her eyes finally landed back on Frank. “No, I typically turn off my phone unless I’m on call. What is this about, Frank? Just get to the point and stop wasting my time.”

Frank glanced over at an associate. The lawyer Lucy recalled from a previous meeting she had when she accused her cohost of sexually assaulting her. He pulled out a manila file folder and slid it in her direction. Lucy eyed it confused, again taking time to look at all the men in the room, before she picked up the file and started flipping through the contents. She kept her face stone cold as she realized what she was looking at. Photos. Of her. In various states of undress. The majority of them, though, were completely nude in positions that might just make the devil blush. Lucy still hadn’t reacted, whether from shock or pride she wasn’t sure.

Mark spoke up then. “They were posted last night, along with a video, on a revenge porn site.”

“A video?” She croaked, the only sign she was in any distress at all. She was aware the photos existed, but she had never consented to any video being made. Her eyes burned as she held back the tears that welled in her eyes. She would not cry in front of all these men. She’d already just lost their respect and she wasn’t about to dig herself deeper in that hole. She cleared her throat before continuing, her voice angrier now to cover the fact she just wanted to crawl under the table. “Why? Who? Who the fuck posted these?”

Everyone was quiet for a moment. Mark rested a hand on her wrist, trying to comfort her probably. “Greg and Ashley were also in the video... They worked here about two years ago, you may remember. We think Greg posted everything,” he explained. It was better to hear it from Mark then any of the executive assholes that had no right to be in the room. “Kevin and the legal team are working to get everything taken down for you,” Mark explained with a nod in the lawyer’s direction.

“It’s on the internet, Mark. There’s no taking it down…” This is why she hated the internet. And technology. And men. They ruined everything. Why would Greg post any of this stuff in the first place?

Frank pulled her from her thoughts in that moment. “Maybe that was something you should have considered, Ms. Luck.”

Lucy balled her fists together. “Say that again, Frank, and I’ll shove my foot so far up your-” Mark dug his nails into her wrist, a warning, and Lucy clamped down on her tongue. She truly didn’t need to make her day worse by getting fired as well.

The president gave her a long look before clearing his throat. “You weren’t thinking, so now we’re in clean up mode. There is a morality clause in your contract. However, we can understand these images were apparently taken in a private moment. For private purposes. You’re our head morning anchor and you’re damn good at your job. Ratings have gone up since we brought you on. we‘re not firing you today. So, that begs the question how do we handle this? We take you out until all of this passes.”

“Take me out?!”

Frank pressed on. “You will not speak of this to anyone. You will do no interviews. You will not be on social media. And you will be off air for four months. At least. Suspended with pay.”

“You’re suspending me?!”

“Once everyone has forgotten about this misfortunate lapse in judgement, you can come back fresh and well-rested.”

“Someone posts images of me without my permission and you’re suspending me? You should be speaking out against the man that did this. Does Greg still work here? He should be fired! We should run a piece about how there is no legislature or precedence in court when it comes to fucking revenge porn! Why are we ignoring this when you could let me take a stand?”

Frank silenced her with a look. Mark, who was likely on her side, stayed quiet. “We will not add fire to the flame, Ms. Luck,” Frank sternly advised. “Greg no longer works here and you are welcome to approach him and this situation through the correct legal channels, but you will not be using our network as a platform to spin your mistakes into some positive light.”

“You’ve got to be fucking --” Mark’s grip tightened again. Lucy looked around the room again and was struck at how there were no other women to come to her defense. Many of the men looked awkward. One was undressing her with his eyes. The rest looked unimpressed by Lucy. She was not about to win this battle. She was still caught up on one issue though -- Why did Greg release these images now? A thought stuck her suddenly. She remembered who Greg had been friends with back in the day. “How does this affect my case against Ross? And the investigation into him sexually assaulting me?”

More quiet. Finally, the lawyer answered. “Allegedly. He allegedly sexually assaulted you. I promise you it is something we take very seriously, Ms. Luck. The findings on our end were inconclusive. With this new evidence that you’ve had sexual encounters with other employees in the past, well… Mr. Harper will finish up his two-month suspension without pay and be moved to another station.”

Lucy sucked on the bottom of her lip. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing now. It was bullshit. All of it. “That’s not consent. The two incidents shouldn’t even be related! You should be firing Ross!” She was standing now, her finger pointed at the lawyer accusingly.

“Control yourself Ms. Luck.,” Frank warned. “We’ve said our piece. If you would like to continue to have a job here, you’ll be quiet and take the suspension. Mark will walk you out now.”

Mark stood and grabbed Lucy by the hand, looking at her apologetically. “Go home and tell your wives and daughters how you handled my life. I hope they cut your dick’s off in your sleep. Oh wait, they can’t because you’re all cowardly bastards. Fucking sausage fest in here…”

Mark pulled her out and closed the door behind them. “What the hell, Lucy?”

“What the hell? What the hell was that, Mark!? Did they cut off your tongue? Did they have you by the fucking balls the whole time? You’re my producer, you’re supposed to have my back! You didn’t say anything! You just sat there and let them slut shame me.”

“I want you to have a job, Lu!”

“And I wanted so much more from you,” she remarked sadly, heading towards her dressing room to gather her things.

“Lu! Wait! Where are you going? You have to leave the property.”

“I gotta get my purse because I’m a fucking woman, Mark!” She yelled back, giving him a majestic middle finger. He followed closely behind.

She got to her dressing room and slammed the door. Mark knocked. “Give me five minutes, asshole!” She yelled, grabbing her phone out of her purse. She powered it on before climbing underneath her vanity. She had hundreds of unread text messages and missed phone calls. The tears finally started to spill over as she dialed only one number, ignoring the rest. “Daddy… I need you. Come to Vesta please.”

#self para #the only woman in the room #hello this is super long and a little triggery so please read with caution #tl:dr Lu has been suspended for her job with pay due to some issues #also yes I 100% stole this plot idea from the newsroom and sloan sabbath

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euphorianyx · 5 years

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Daddy Issues [Sunset] -32-

Pairing: JungKook & Reader Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst Summary: A top student, marks always high. College was not a dream for her…Except she didn’t have enough money. Her parents never earned much so they literally took care of themselves. Her boss acting like a dick towards her she quit her job. Even though she had no idea what she let herself into this was her only option.

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“Do you really think they are married for two months?”

Ji Hyo shook her head in disapproval as she dug her burgundy painted nails in her palm. Even though she was in a classic pastel Dior, her expression overshadowed her elegance.

“Can we find a way to prove that?”

Jimin fixed his sharp gaze on your locked hands.

“No... If I know JungKook he would leave no trace...”

JiHyo bit down her lip, all raged.

“We need to find something. If not this one there must be something else.”

Jimin rolled his eyes at JiHyo as he found her being in flames annoying.

“We will find something eventually”

Jimin said to calm her down so he would not get angry. He already had something in mind but he had no intention to let JiHyo know yet. She pushed her hair and threw a last dark stare at your side before she left the room with Jimin following behind.

“I have to meet someone so I will get going.”

Before he could turn around JiHyo pulled Jimin closer by the neck of his whole black Armani fit and gave him a deep kiss. When she pulled away Jimin had a pleasant smirk.

“I will see you tomorrow.”

Then he casually hopped in his black Audi A8. When he got the contract he got your old address from there and he also knew you had a beautiful sister. Jimin made his way towards the old neighborhood that he has never been before.

Jimin found the street and building without losing much time. He parked the car and started to wait for your sister and it did not take very long because she had her work shift by afternoon.

When he noticed her walking Jimin drove carefully and slowed down while passing her by. Laila seemed cautious at first when someone stopped by her side and she took two steps back. Jimin gently smiled inside the car as he spoke with a sweet voice.

“Sorry I did not want to bother you...”

Laila did not say anything and kept a poker face so he went on.

“I just want to have some coffee. Could you tell me if there is a place nearby?”

Laila was undecided for a mere second but she knew better than to show it so she answered coolly.

“Turn right then make a left follow that street then take the third right again. There is a small café. You can have your coffee there.”

Jimin thanked with another dazzling smile that increased her heartbeat then drove away. Laila was trying to pull herself together though it did not really work. She took a few deep breathes while walking to the very same café to work her shift.

When Laila arrived she noticed Jimin sitting by the window with a white cup in front of him as he checked his phone. She watched him took a sip from his drink then realized she was staring at him like a freak so she moved towards the new client. She took the order and was about to turn around when Jimin called out.

“Check please”

Laila walked by the cash point to receive the check then kept her head down when she went to Jimin. Though he already noticed her when she handed the black leather box.

“Ahhh you...”

Laila only gave a small smile.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were working here?”

Laila was still dead serious when she spoke.

“Why should I? I mean, you are a complete stranger.”

Jimin nodded wearing a big smile.

“Right... Well, let's not be strangers then.”

Surprised Laila arched an eyebrow while smiling.

“Only if you start...”

Jimin’s grin turned into a wicked one.

“Jimin and I excuse you for a drink.”

Laila shrugged at his words.

“Laila but sorry someone like me needs to fulfill their duty unlike you so if you want to talk wait for...eight hours.”

Jimin pursed his lips.

“Wow, that hurt but maybe we could change your opinion about me later.”

Laila was all flustered when she turned back to her job. Jimin could be patient when it came to his target so he willingly spent those hours sitting there. When Laila finally got rid of her dark green apron she walked towards Jimin.

“Honestly...I don’t know if you are crazy or dedicated.”

Laila was genuinely surprised by someone waiting just to talk to her. That guy’s delicate face with captivating fiery gaze completely got her off guard. Jimin opened the door for her as he softly spoke.

“I prefer the second option. Can I take you somewhere for dinner?”

She thought for a moment then shyly nodded. They took Jimin’s car and he drove away in the darkness. Laila had no idea why she accepted or how she dared to do such a thing she felt her heart beating faster.

However, as they chat with Jimin, Laila let her guard down and stopped keeping track of where they were going. Though she felt the need to ask, Jimin just told her it was a surprise. When he stopped in front of an iron door Laila was surprised. Jimin opened her door with a smile and held his hand for her. Laila’s hand was shaking when she put it on his.

All of a sudden Jimin pulled her closer and turned her around. His arms wrapped around her Jimin whispered with a low voice.

“Life lesson beautiful... Sometimes it's better to stay strangers with people.”

Then he grabbed Laila by the arm and dragged her inside his house. Jimin walked her within the awkward stare of his maid. She was about to say something but Jimin cut her off before she could speak.

“Prepare something to eat...And a drink. I hope I don’t need to remind we do not speak about this?”

She nodded with wide eyes and disappeared. Seeing the maid almost scared of Jimin Laila stuttered.

“What will you do to me?”

Jimin let out a chuckle.

“You will just be my guest until your dear sister does the things I tell her.”

With that Jimin pushed her on the chair and tied her hands behind her. When he kneeled to tie her feet Laila tried to kick him in somewhere that would hurt but Jimin was prepared. Eyes dark he hissed angrily.

“Do not make me do things that I don’t want to, hmm?”

He tied her ankles rather tight. When Jimin got up he pushed his hair back.

“Now be a nice girl...”

Then he grabbed Laila’s phone and found her mother’s number from the contacts.

“Tell her you are covering for someone else’s shift at work and if you try to get help I will deal with you before anyone sets foot in here, understand?”

Tears falling from her eyes Laila obediently nodded. When her mother answered she wanted to scream but Jimin was hovering over like a predator. Laila kept the talk short and tried her best so Jimin was satisfied. He petted Laila’s hair.

“Good girl...”

Then Jimin texted Y/N as if he was Laila. It was simple yet effective.

“Can you call me? I need to talk to you.”

When you saw her text you knew something was up. Giving a warm kiss to JungKook you pulled away from him slowly.

“It’s Laila I think something is wrong.”

JungKook arched an eyebrow as he caressed your cheek.

“What is it?”

You shook your head but JungKook could sense how worried you were.

“I don’t know just let me talk to her.”

JungKook nodded but kept holding your hand.

“Give me her number...”

You were not sure to do that. It was your family matter and JungKook already had too much burden on his shoulders so you shook your head but JungKook did not let you go. His eyes were already dark while his fingers tighten around your wrist.

“Tell me just in case...”

You not accepting would only make it worse so you gave him Laila’s number. While you walked away to talk with her JungKook already grabbed his phone.

“I need you to check the location of a number for me.”

When Laila answered the video chat you saw her all tied up on a chair. Freaking out you tried your best not to scream or anything. Before you could say something different than her name Jimin turned the camera to himself.

“Hi Y/N... How did you find my dear guest?”

You tried not to curse at Jimin while you grit your teeth.

“More like your hostage?”

Jimin shook his head with a disgusting wide smile.

“Well that's not very polite now, is it? She will be perfectly safe...Only if you do the things I ask from you.”

You took a deep breath, trying to stay calm.

“What do you want?”

Your voice was harsh and cold and you did not even try to control that. Though Jimin was speaking so softly that it made you even angrier than you already were.

“I just want you to tell the truth. To everyone...”

When what he said finally hit you, you closed your eyes for a brief second.

“You want me to admit the contract was real.”

Jimin squinted his eyes with a devilish spark in them.

“I almost forgot how smart you were. Though let me remind you of one thing. If you tell JungKook I will not be kind to my guest. Now say goodbye to Laila...I will contact you so don’t try to call me.”

Laila had tape on her mouth but her eyes were enough to understand how scared she was. When the screen went blank again you took were frozen. You did not even realize you were chewing your lip almost to the point it would bleed. Admitting the contract was real and you were his slave meant throwing JungKook into flames. Though if you did not do it Jimin was sure to hurt Laila. She was your sister, your friend, your precious one.

Trying to keep a cool head and think rationally you weighted your options. You could say nothing to JungKook and do what Jimin wanted. Though the more you thought about it the more confusing it became. Somehow, dealing with someone like Jimin by yourself did not make sense. Making up your mind you walked out of the room.

When you saw JungKook sitting down by the large leather sofa, you gulped. His eyes were already on you and he could tell something bad was going on from a mile away. JungKook heard your little sigh as you stopped in front of him.

“So?”

His soft voice filled your ears while he held his hand out for you to come closer.

“Jimin...He...He has Laila.”

Then the tears overwhelmed your eyes. You lost the strength in your body and let go so it fell next to him as if your soul left it.

“JungKook.”

He wrapped his strong arms around you and caressed your back. You buried your head to his firm chest. You did not even realize how mad JungKook was until he asked with that venomous low voice.

“He wanted you to admit the contract, didn’t he?”

The only thing you could do was simply nodding. You finally pulled away when JungKook softly called your name.

“Y/N...I won’t let anything happen to Laila, okay?”

You nodded then JungKook left you to grab his phone while wearing a cold and dangerous stare. After he found out Jimin kept Laila at his house, he called YugYeom which he answered right away.

“I need you to meet me...And come prepared.”

YugYeom let out a chuckle.

“Sure I never miss the fun though who is it?”

JungKook answered with no sign of emotion in his voice.

“Park Jimin.”

When JungKook walked back in he found you with your head between your hands. He gently lifted your head up.

“Listen to me Y/N. I need you to stay calm and do the things I say...”

Dressed up in black casual clothes you called Jimin. Before he answered he showed the screen to Laila then your voice filled his ears.

“Jimin... I know you told me not to call but...”

Jimin spoke rather coldly.

“Yeah, you should have waited for my instructions.”

You did not try to seem cool or anything. Instead, you let him know you were panicking.

“Listen I started a drama with JungKook so he would not try to do something with this.”

Jimin let a chuckle out.

“Nice move but you are not coming here.”

You were stuttering at this point.

“I am alone... I will call the reporters and explain everything by the morning. Let me stay with her till then.”

Jimin did not answer you. He had to think if he should let you be there. He knew you were JungKook’s weakness so if the contract plan failed he could use you instead.

You were a total mess but JungKook seemed all cool with his midnight black trousers and a long jacket. His leather gloves were in contrast to his ivory white shirt. He was rather calm and collected which did not fail to surprise you. You saw him and Yugyeom filling the baggage with any sort of gun and bullets.

Your worries grew but he did manage to calm you down with a simple hug and it will be okay. Because if JungKook said those words he meant it. JungKook set the GPS of the car to his house and buckled your seatbelt. You thought he was going to leave but you realized the black shiny metal in his hand. You shook your head not to take the gun but JungKook had this intimidating stern gaze.

“Y/N I am not sending you unarmed. If he tries to do anything just use it, alright?”

You nodded and JungKook gave you a deep lingering kiss.

“I will protect you no matter what, I promise.”

He said to reassure you. With that, you drove off to the dark streets. While you were on your way to his house Jimin started a video call. When he saw you driving alone he smiled widely.

“Pretty thing... You actually thought this would convince me? If I feel anything sketchy this baby on your dear sister blows...”

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Brooklyn Nine-Nine: Manhunter/Captain Kim (7x01/02)

This really should be split into two different reviews, but I am lazy so here we are. Let's dive in!

Cons:

The first episode this week featured a subplot where Amy thought she might be pregnant. I know it's just a one-off thing in terms of episode composition, but it bothered me that in the premiere of the season, Rosa and Amy's plot thread was them standing around and talking about pregnancy. They didn't really have much else to do, which was a bummer and a slightly weak opening for these two characters.

Terry had the least to do of any character, in both of these episodes. In the first, he's paranoid that other people are talking about him, and in the second, he's talking up his daughters to someone involved in a good school he wants to get them into, and then avoiding a caterer who he thinks is trying to poison him for putting him in prison years ago. Even this slightly more exciting plot thread didn't really provide much for him to do. This is just the start of the season; I'm sure he'll have plenty in the coming weeks... but I thought I'd point it out!

The first episode, "Manhunter," started with the news that there was an attempted assassination, but despite the supposedly high stakes, the whole thing devolves into a story about Holt and Jake finding a new balance after Holt's demotion. That's a lovely story to tell, but it kind of sucked the urgency out of the whole "assassination" thing.

Pros:

I absolutely loved the guest character Debbie, Holt's partner now that he's a beat cop for a year. She was so funny - I loved that she was totally content and indeed relieved to be given pointless tasks, and relegated to "cone duty." Her whole story kept unfolding as the episode went on, in absurd and funny moments. After spending time with this bubbly and slightly incompetent woman, who's obsessed with a pedometer app, she suddenly declares that the reason she became a cop was to find her twin sister's killer... and later randomly lets everyone know that it's her birthday. She was hilarious and kind of relatable too. I'll admit there have been times at work when I too would be okay with being given unimportant tasks instead of anything too urgent!

I also really liked the Jake and Holt dynamic in this first episode, as Jake of course respects and loves Holt, but at the same time, doesn't want him stealing his thunder on this case. It's awkward to suddenly be the "boss" of your former Captain, and I think they play with that tension very well. Especially the conclusion, wherein Holt is right about the case for the most part, but Jake and the others still have to come in and save the day. Holt then apologizes for disrespecting Jake's authority, while Jake acknowledges that it's going to be a little strange to get used to their new situation. That was a good balance, wherein both men were able to communicate openly!

Despite wishing Rosa and Amy had maybe a little bit more to do, I did enjoy the beginning of the "Jake and Amy start a family" story-line. A pregnancy scare leads Amy and Jake to contemplate whether it might be time to start trying for real, and they decide that it is. I liked this because it shows real growth for both characters. Amy, the meticulous planner, is willing to let her schedule fall by the wayside and start letting things happen as they may. And Jake, who has been afraid of being a father, doesn't have a relapse or freak out at the thought of Amy becoming pregnant. I love this adorable couple and want the best for them!

The second episode I found to be stronger than the first. A new captain has shown up, and Jake and Holt are both suspicious of Captain Kim. They think she must be working to bring them down from the inside. While the rest of the precinct is taken in by Kim's kindness and the effort she takes to get to know them, Holt and Jake refuse to be swayed. They hunt for clues at a party Kim throws at her house, and end up releasing her pet dog from a locked room, which causes chaos. Turns out, Kim did actually have good intentions. She wanted to be a captain at the Nine-Nine because Holt is her hero, overcoming so much to become captain. In the end, though, she realizes she'll always feel like an interloper, and decides to leave. Because of Jake and Holt's meddling, they've lost a great captain who was planning on stepping gracefully away at the end of the year to let Holt come back!

I was really glad there wasn't some twist with Kim, that she really was a good person who just wanted to get to know them and work with them. Of course, that wouldn't bring very much drama moving forward, so now we're going to have to see what comes next for the precinct!

While the first episode had Holt and Jake at odds, the second episode had them teaming up to investigate Kim, each having their own reasons for suspecting her. I love the two of them as scene partners; they work so well playing opposite each other, and also being allies. They rile each other up in the best ways. I think my favorite Holt moment was when he's seeking motivation for being drunk and destructive at the party, and lists a few possibilities - a fight with Kevin, something happening to Cheddar, and then lands on a scenario wherein he's been demoted and he feels rejected and abandoned by his chosen family... he and Jake agree that this last scenario seems like a good idea!

My favorite comedic exchange actually goes to Jake and Amy though, right towards the end. As Jake recounts his step-daddy issues, he recalls that the two separate men who dated and cheated on his mother had been limo drivers. The following exchange takes place:

Jake: "*gasp*! The problem is with limo drivers!"

Amy: "Babe, it's not."

Jake: "It's not?"

Amy: "No."

Jake: "Okay thanks, I love you."

It's just such a casual, familiar little routine. Jake gets a wild idea, Amy calmly rejects Jake's premise, and Jake, who trusts Amy's gut more than his own, thanks her for keeping him in check. Their dynamic is the best!

Boyle had funny subplots in both episodes. In the first, he decides to be Jake's sidekick on the case. While Jake is the "Manhunter," Boyle is the "Boyhunter." This obviously leads to hilarity, as he continually says things that sound oh so wrong. I just find it so charming how Boyle is okay with being the sidekick, and how he actually thrives in that role. He's the best.

The second episode hangs a lampshade on Boyle's "sidekick" status, however, having him gain confidence by wearing Rosa's leather jacket. He becomes a new "cooler" version of himself - Chuck Boyle. He has confidence with the ladies, struts around, and ends up calling Jake out on an unintentionally inappropriate comment, instead of the other way around. It's a fun switcharoo, and the resolution is lovely too. Boyle sacrifices his jacket to an insecure husband worried that his wife is going to leave him, and instantly his power is stripped from him, and he reverts to normal Charles. It's all silliness, but I really enjoyed it all the same. Boyle steps in to some more confident shoes, as it were, but he's not unhappy with the person he really is at the end of the day. (He does probably regret missing out on the chance to meet Sutton Foster, though... that made me laugh!)

There's more I could talk about here, but the first two episodes were pretty strong as they were! Some characters had less to do than others, especially Rosa and Terry. But I'm sure there will be chances further down the line for them to shine as well!

8/10

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Jane the Virgin 2x18 Chapter Forty

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Stray thoughts

1) I really like how the show consistently shows Jane using her writing as a way to live out her fantasies.

2) Xiomara and Jane are still fighting, and both of them expect the other to be the first to apologize. Jane does say she’s willing to have a serious conversation about Xiomara’s behavior and how she feels about it. But she’s acting all petty, and while she blames Xiomara of acting like a 16-year old, she’s no better… On top of that, Xiomara takes it out on her grandson? She refuses to take care of Mateo because she’s angry with her daughter, which is not cool at all.

3) Michael offers to take care of Mateo, which I’m guessing will create some Rafael drama? It will either go terribly wrong or exceedingly well.

4) Rogelio is in trouble at work because he’s used the crew and resources to build a wedding venue for his daughter, but he’s turned it around and made his bosses believe it’s all part of a new storyline he devised for his soap opera.

5) Petra’s long-lost sister is the sweetest?

She was left in an orphanage and had a terrible life and found she had a sister when she saw Petra featured in a magazine. And now she’s eaten and had a shower and wants to clean up the room and open the door for Petra, the poor thing.

6) I really thought Petra was going to keep her hidden, but she immediately told Rafael everything, good for her, that’s character growth.

7) Jane just called Michael taking care of Mateo “babysitting” and he made a face… and I get it. If they’re going to be husband and wife, him taking care of Mateo is not “babysitting”, it’s being a parent…

8) Yep, this is definitely going to make things awkward…

9) And Jane is already struggling with being in a fight with her mom because, let’s face it, Xiomara is her best friend – which is not healthy at all, but that’s a discussion for another moment. Anyway, she wants to talk to her and tell her what’s been going on in her life but she doesn’t allow herself to do it because she’s giving Xiomara the silent treatment.

10) Rafael told Jane that Mateo calling Michael “dada” only made him realize he wants to be present in Mateo’s life and, okay, valid claim, but… isn’t that like your own decision and responsibility? Like, “wanting” things like this is not enough, YOU have to do something about it. It’s easy to express the desire, and I’m sure it makes him feel good about himself (see? I WANT to be in my child’s life, I’m a good person!) but if you want to be present, then… maybe actually BE present? He continues to claim he wants this so much, but at least what we see him doing is caring about his business and being worried about his new brother, but he’s not seen doing much parenting…

11) Rogelio is often self-centered and overwhelming, but he’s also very sweet. Like, in the midst of taking over Jane’s office as wedding-central/writing room, he also instantly knows that Jane and Xiomara are in a fight and that this is making Jane miserable, and that’s what a good parent is like, Rafael, take some notes.

12) Petra and Anezka visit Magda, to ask her for an explanation, and she basically tells them that she chose Petra because she was the “pretty one”, which is an odd thing to say about identical twins, but Magda is literally The Worst, so I’m not surprised. To despise her mother, Petra declares she is going to take her sister in. There’s also this callback to the moment when Petra had Magda arrested and Magda said “wrong choice” and she apparently meant that she chose the wrong daughter to raise, and I feel that moment would’ve been more momentous if it hadn’t been spelled out for us by the narrator? I don’t know, it didn’t really work as an “oh damn, that’s what they meant!” moment.

13) Jane can’t choose her wedding dress because Xiomara is not next to her, get it?

14) Anezka is going around the hotel basically mugging people, cool cool cool.

15) Jane and her advisor are not seeing eye to eye, and Jane just learned that her stay in the program depends entirely on her advisor. Jane thinks she has to change the focus of her novel from romantic novel to something else she hasn’t figure out yet, and I’m guessing she’s going to make the focus maternal love, using her relationship with Xiomara as inspiration? That would be a little bit more interesting.

16) Rogelio and Alba plotted together to force Xiomara and Jane tp talk things through, but it kind of backfires. But then his writer tells him it’s obvious why Xiomara and Jane are fighting right at this moment, and I wonder what she meant. Is it because Jane is getting married and they will be forced to stop depending on each other so much?

17) See what I mean? Rafael has a work crisis and he’s dumping his kid, so what’s your priority, dude? How badly do you really want to be sooooo present in your kid’s life? If it’s only when it’s absolutely convenient for you, then don’t be surprised when the kid starts calling “daddy” someone else, someone who is actually there for him when you choose not to.

18) Jane finally broke down in front of her advisor.

19) Anezka just became my second favorite character, I’m calling it. She’s so pure? I mean, at least I hope she is? If she’s not, then she would probably be the 26th character who pretends to be good only to be revealed as a villain later on… Let’s hope they don’t pull that trick again…

20) Alright… while this technically worked…

It would’ve been more effective if they hadn’t been fighting about an event that actually happened - Xiomara making out with Lina’s boyfriend and acting like a teenager. There was no indication prior to this episode that this was the reason they were falling out, you know? And while watching Rogelio’s scheme play out was fun, I’m not sold? Xiomara and Jane have some serious issues and painting their fight as “we love each other too much and we can’t stand the idea of being apart so instead we fight” is just a band-aid, the issues will resurface again.

21) Oh, I called it!

And while I do appreciate Jane trying to write something other than romance, writing about family relationships is not necessarily revolutionary, but okay, I guess it’s an improvement.

22) Ugh, stupid Rafael is going to use the dirty money to buy the hotel. He’s The Worst, too. Question, are there Rafael fans in this fandom?

23) Oh, no, sweet Anezka, you deserve so much better than Rafael!

24) Damn, I can’t believe how much Michael has grown on me? I think it has to do with the fact that he mostly acts like a grown-up, responsible adult. Like, he had an issue with not knowing what his role is in Mateo’s life and what Jane feels comfortable with him doing, and he… asked her? In a very mature and considerate way? Like, “this is something we should talk about”? Instead of letting things fester and acting passive-aggressively? Wholesome and healthy all around.

25) Rogelio is really into his writer, and I don’t know how I feel about this?

26) Jane finally picked her dress, but we don’t get to see it yet.

27) And someone is surveilling Michael…

28) An okay-ish episode, I guess setting up some things moving towards the season finale. I’m most excited about Anezka’s appearance. The wedding? Meh. I don’t hate Michael and Jane, but weddings never get me excited. And I’m wondering when Rafael will be written out because I just can’t stand him.

29) Hope you enjoyed my recap, and, as usual, if you’ve got this far, thank you for reading! If you enjoy my recaps and my blog, please consider supporting it on ko-fi.Thanks!

#Jane the Virgin #Jane Villanueva #Gina Rodriguez #Michael Cordero #Rogelio De La Vega #Petra Solano #Anezka #JTV recap #recap #JTV 2x18 #mine

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31.

I really want to kick Thomas out of my hotel, he’s a dickhead to me everytime. I can’t even get peace, he’s always on the war path. I haven’t done anything to him, only Robyn which she forgives me for but I don’t want to whine about it to Robyn because it’s her dad. He literally judged me on how I fed Reign, it’s annoying me so much. I don’t even want to go downstairs, I’ve kept myself up here to stay away from him, I need too. I’ve just been doing some work which I said to myself I wouldn’t but I’m bored, Robyn went to explore Dubai but I’ve seen everything and she says I bring attention so I stayed back here with Reign, she’s asleep so I’m bored. She should be back soon actually, we have the yacht event with my dad, Reign is meeting my family, I’m excited the most for this. Nalah has given me my log in for this Instagram page I got, I mean I never post anything it’s always my team that do but I wanted to see Robyn’ page so I needed it. It’s cute to see that I’m actually on her page, she loves me a lot “so what are you going to do!?” The door flew open, looking up from my MacBook, so here he is. The dickhead of the year “step into my office, I could have been naked. I mean I am under these covers but what is it?” Closing my MacBook slowly “they are saying things about my daughter! Talking about how drunk she was, she was a mess and saying things” placing the laptop to the side of me “my daughter is asleep so I would appreciate you not shouting, I am going to be nice because it’s respect but. You’re invading my personal space, and nobody has said anything mean to her. It’s life, she was drunk. And she was having fun, nothing wrong. Just the people that did record her are being dealt with, now what? Thomas, I know everything that goes on in my life and Robyn’ and I won’t have people like you ruining it” hearing footsteps running “dad! I said don’t!” I sighed out shaking my head “y’all going to need to learn how to handle yourselves” they don’t know how to act.

Robyn is staring at me but in silence, I’m not angry but annoyed because I’m being treated like shit by her dad “I want you to learn Robyn, how to handle yourself, people around you. They are watching constantly and I’m not speaking on being drunk, the way your dad stormed into the room so I can only imagine how he was out there. You’re carrying my name into this, the reason why I ain’t thrown your dad out because the public see and hear everything. My dad works this way, he hasn’t thrown his brothers because he knows the outrage. He can only move in silence. But also, I feel like your dad is disrespectful towards me, and I feel like I don’t want to kick off because I look like the bad one. I don’t want him at this Yacht event, but with your permission, can I tell him no?” Robyn nodded her head “my mom and dad have been arguing a lot about this. She’s happy for me and he’s being negative about it. I don’t get it, he’s been such a good dad to me but has switched on me. It’s hurting me because I will end up disowning him. There has been issues with my parents since, remember my mom stayed with us. And it’s because of conflict in interest and they are both grown to see that they are not getting along. My dad needs to get out of that sunken hole he got himself in, he feels powerless than I am with you. I think he feels that another dominant man has come, and then he sees your dad being another dominant male. My dad is a very much a dominant male but you are actually more than him, he feels powerless but to pick on your old issues. You call them men weak and I hate saying this about my dad but he is being weak, we have relied on him so much, not anymore but you can tell him no” I have her blessing “you think I am dominant?” I had to go back to that “oh god yes, when you are in your mode of business, your make me wet. I love it, you are goofy but you know how to overpower someone” I will take that as a compliment “but you make me weak, I ain’t like that with you” Robyn smiled at me “you know your place with me” I laughed walking towards the bathroom.

Women and their outfits “momma said you got to wear these on your feet, I mean if it was me I would have you in sweatpants and top but no, you have to wear white dress, just like momma” these little shoes are so cute, holding them up “Reign, these are cute” pulling back the strap from the front “your tiny little feet, look at you girl. You flexing on me with these sandals, floral too” placing her feet in the sandal “awwww Reign, you look so cute. You really do, and daddy dressed you! Yes I did, daddy did it all” Reign’ eyes widened and gurgled something “you’re so beautiful baby” placing the strap back on “that is one foot done, next one” picking up the next sandal “Maurice, tell me please. How do I look? I am leaving my hair open and straight, please tell me I look good” before Robyn even stepped out of the bathroom I had to say it “you look beautiful” Robyn scoffed as she stepped out in a white thigh length dress, cut off from the shoulders “you look beautiful, Reign and you are matching, that is cute” Robyn cheesed “you better not be saying it, I am nervous seeing your parents and I didn’t know what to wear for such a thing. Please tell me your dad will be ok me?” nodding my head “he will be ok, trust me he will but Nalah will be there. It will be just us. You look beautiful. Honestly” Robyn looks so excited and I feel all excited too.

Placing the car seat on the floor of the living room, Reign is all ready “Jay, Lenny” they have arrived on time “boss” Jay said, Thomas is sat waiting for what “can you boys do me favour and wait outside for me, Terry you look beautiful. Just like Robyn, are y’all going with the white theme?” I laughed “she copied me” Robyn said as she made her way down “excuse me daughter, I am the original. You copied me” Terry and Robyn both look beautiful, watching the boys leave onto the elevator “I want you to stay here while we go, I don’t want you to ruin a moment for my parents. You seem to be on this power hungry rave where you want to control your daughter having sex, it’s odd but you are odd. I am not taking you to my dad’ Yacht because I am telling you now your ass will be out in the sea because I won’t have you disrespecting my dad on his own Yacht, you can be disrespectful to me or whatever, but my dad. Nah” I won’t have that on my watch “so you want to take my family to your cult family” I paused, in my heart wanting to beat him but that is not it “I want you to leave, I want you to go home! I can’t do this, Thomas! You leave, Go!” Terry spat, actually took me by surprise “you have been awful with me, ever since she did what she did! As soon as my daughter left you have been awful with me, blaming me! I want you gone! Robyn is old enough now but you have never been right with me! I put on a fake smile for my daughter. I am whore like her, so you say” Terry really broke “I am trying to fix this family” Terry leaned over “I said! Get out of his hotel and you leave! You go home, you have done nothing but upset people, including me. You promised! I am done with you!” she shouted in his ear, I kind of thought Thomas would hit her with the look on his face but he just mean mugged the ground, looking over at Robyn and she is upset, I know she is, that is her parents and I hated seeing mine go through that “let’s go” Terry got up from the couch.

This seven seater ride is awkward, it’s even worse because we are facing each other “so uhm, I am sorry Terry, I just didn’t want him to ruin the day. My parents are really excited about meeting Reign, their first grandchild. He wants to meet the family behind Robyn too, I didn’t want to cause trouble” Terry smiled at me “I met you and I didn’t see bad in you, I am very much in touch with my spirit and I would have felt the bad vibes with you and I didn’t. I saw the troubles you both had but I saw you loved my daughter so I knew you would do right by her like Terry and I did, we stuck by her together. Thomas and I, we are no troubled but I feel we are and it’s conflicted with what he wants and it’s always been what he wants, I felt as a mother I needed Robyn to have a father, he is great with her” this is awkward, just because I see the troubled look on Robyn’ face “but we do love you Robyn, ok?” Terry placed her arm around her “stop” Robyn moved away from her mother “just please” I don’t like this, I don’t like Robyn upset anyways.

The door closed which left Terry and I face to face, Robyn has gone to get my mom flowers. She wanted to get my mom flowers, I didn’t want to say no so Lenny has gone with her “Thomas is not Robyn’ dad” I froze just staring at Terry “he called my daughter a whore for getting pregnant and I couldn’t forgive that, he has taken care of her like his own for years. He was there for when she was born, she had such a good upbringing and I loved it. Just when she got older, I felt the bad in him. He was protective of her and me. And honestly it was like he didn’t want us to do anything. But yeah, Thomas is not her dad, she doesn’t know and I feel bad for not ever saying it but I was happy, she was happy and I didn’t want to break that. She is a real daddy’s girl but just recently, I mean we have had our ups and downs but he kind of hates me not for not making him a dad, but I can’t. I lost my womb after having Robyn so I couldn’t and I felt that also strained us. He was there for it all but as time went on, he wanted his own kids but I couldn’t, we instead gave back to kids, helped kids that needed it but it was never enough. He feels he lost Robyn and he has nobody, and I am sorry I told you this but sometimes you need to just talk to someone other than my own mother and sister” Terry laughed, I was not expecting this “I was jealous of Robyn, perfect life and parents” Terry laughed “don’t judge a book by it’s cover, nothing is perfect but if I felt you was bad for Robyn I wouldn’t let you be near her, not the only child I could have. She is my everything. It broke me when she left, it still kills me because I am nothing without her and she doesn’t notice it, but praise the lord my daughter got a man that loves her” I feel so sad for Terry “I am so sorry to hear that, does Robyn think that? I am sure she said she wanted you to have another” she shook her head “she thinks mom and dad just didn’t want anymore, her real father got shot and in a stupid drive by. So stupid, I didn’t even get to tell him, we fell out and it was just that one night. I only knew him for four months and we both liked each other a lot, it was new but just like my daughter I got pregnant” Terry chuckled “he died but that is why I always tell Robyn, be nice and you go to Maurice and make up. It’s too short for this” the door opened “I am not sure if your mom likes pink and white?” Robyn said, smiling at her as she got in “mom I am not angry at you, just dad. It makes it so hard for everything, also I got you flowers” Robyn sat down “Lenny give me!” Lenny held out some purple and white set of flowers “for you because you’re like my number one fan” Terry cooed out “see you know I love purple, it’s ok. We will deal with your dad” I looked out of the window all wide eyed, why did I need to know this.

#Chrianna #Chrianna FF #Fanfic #Fanfiction

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iridescentwinters · 6 years

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equivalents

— skam noorhelm+remakes crossover

— part three of the three-part series “jails and bails”

grace returned into their temporary jail cell, and took a seat between ele and mia.

“called my boyfriend.” she muttered, “he’s gonna be here in 30.”

mia took her hand. “everything okay?” she asked, worried. “is it money? alex is coming and-“

“no, no, not that,” grace reassured, “it’s just that… he was having dinner with his mom and her new boyfriend.” she gently thumped her head against the wall. “i feel so bad. ugh,” she cringed, “imagine what he told her! hey, my girlfriend’s in jail so i gotta go bail her out.”

ele couldn’t help but let out a snort, but when grace started to laugh, the rest of them started to join in. they truly had no idea why, but they just felt like it. if all of them were being honest, they felt a lot better kicking around the sleaze.

a police man arrived in front of their cell, and mia went up to him, obviously because she was the only one who spoke german. he said a few things and pointed back at the girls, and she nodded, before thanking him and making her way back to the girls. she had a grin on her face.

“what’s up?” grace asked, as soon as mia sat down. “apparently, we broke our glasses and kind of made a mess at the bar, but the good news is, they won’t be pressing charges. actually, a lot of the bartenders who work there said that they wanted charges against the dude. he’s been a douche harassing a lot of the lady bartenders, workers and the visitors. they’re calling us heroes, basically.” she chuckled.

manon let out a ‘whoop!’. “we did it, ladies.” she grinned. “even only knowing each other for just a few hours, we managed to knock a sexist asshole out.”

the girls high-fives each other. “anything else?” ele asked. “mm, yeah,” mia started, “they just want our statements before we go.” ele grinned. “oh, that asshole won’t even have a chance of escaping.” she said, cracking her knuckles.

“thank God my husband came with me,” noora said, “or else i wouldn’t have known how else to get out of here. i don’t like to carry around a lot of money.”

“neither do i,” manon said. “charles usually handles all of that. and the passports.” she grinned sheepishly. “i’m prone to losing things.”

“same here, sister.” grace said, before smirking. “and ooo, charles huh? sounds like he’s some french prince or something.”

manon snorted. “just the french equivalent to mia’s alex.” she nudged her head over at mia. “aw,” grace suddenly noticed a ring on manon’s finger, “is that from him?”

manon looked down at it, before nodding shyly. “yeah, we got engaged 3 months back. he’s kinda like a puppy, though.” she rolled her eyes. “he follows me everywhere i go. but this time, i’m glad he did. but if only i could get him to stop trying to spend so much money on petty things….”

ele scoffed. “my boyfriend’s the king of petty and money-spending, trust me.” she said. “edoardo refuses to eat nothing but over $18 ice cream. $18!” she exclaimed, exasperated. the girls wheezed from their laughter. all of their men were extremely spoilt in a funny way.

“what about your other half, grace?” noora asked. “what’s he like?”

grace rolled her eyes. “think about any cliché guy character from a cheesy american love story or movie, and there you go!” she exclaimed sarcastically. “that’s daniel. he was the football team’s captain of my high school. a total spoilt brat and asshole. it’s really a wonder how i fell for him.” as she said that, a smile was unconsciously spread on her face.

the girls smiled as well. “guess we’re prone to charming assholes.” noora said. “hey, i married one, you guys will be too. this shit is forever.” she joked.

but obviously deep down inside, they wouldn’t want it any other way. william entered the police station, which was a few miles away from the hotel he and noora were staying at.

“er, hi,” he greeted the police man behind the counter. “i’m here to bail someone out.”

“may i know their name, sir?” the police man asked. william nodded. “noora sætre.” he said. the man didn’t even need to go through his computer. “she’s currently in questioning right now, sir. you can pay right now and then have a seat behind you.”

william’s eyes widened. “questioning?” he asked in disbelief. “is she okay? what did she even do?” noora hadn’t explained anything to him, only told him that she got herself in jail and needed him to bail her out.

the police man cracked a small smile. “don’t worry about it. nothing major. in fact, it’s just taking a statement, that’s all. and i’ll leave the story to her.” he said, which made william relax a little. “okay, then. thank you.” he thanked, and paid the bail before making his way over to the row of chairs the police man had directed him to.

there were 4 other men sitting there, waiting slightly impatiently. william guessed that they must’ve gotten here a lot earlier, and still hadn’t managed to do what they had come for.

the chair in the middle was empty, and he helped him to it. after a few minutes in awkward silence, he finally decided to break it. “you guys here to bail someone out? a friend?” he asked, in a slight joking manner.

the boy on his right broke into a smile. “try fiancée.” he said. “and i still don’t know what happened. one moment she’s at her art gallery, telling me she’ll be out with some friends she made, the next thing i knew, i was receiving a call from her. from jail.” he recounted his past hour. “oh, and i’m alex, by the way.”

he extended his hand out to william, who shook it. “william. and hey, that’s basically what happened to me as well. my wife noora’s here on a business trip, and she was at an art gallery to go report on it, and then bam! in jail.”

“your lady as well?” the man on william’s left piped up. “my girlfriend works at-"

“artchives?” the last two men finished simultaneously. the one on alex’s right extended his hand out for all of the boys. “charles. charmed to meet you.”

“i’m daniel.” the other man introduced. “edoardo. pleased to meet you.” the man on daniel’s left said.

“well, you guys clearly aren’t from around here, especially you with the american accent.” alex pointed at daniel, who raised his hands in surrender.

“dead-on. i’m from new york, but born and raised texas.” he explained.

“ah,” charles said, “explains the texan accent. i’m from france.”

“rome, italy.” edo then said.

“norway.” william said. “and i have a feeling our girls got arrested all together.”

alex snorted. “let me ask you guys something.” he said. “do your girlfriends-wife,” he gestured towards william, “pick on fights at every chance they get? will do and say whatever it takes to make them right?”

“absolutely.”

“a 100%.”

“no doubt.”

“is that even a question?”

alex did jazz-hands. “ta-da!” he exclaimed sarcastically. “that’s how we’ve ended up here. our psychos have found each other.” he paused, before continuing. “my girl mia’s the artist of the gallery.” he explained, pride shining clear in his voice.

“naw, that’s cool man,” edo said, “she’s really talented. ele kept sending me photos every step she took.” he said, with a grin.

“as did manon. she’s crazy about art.” charles shook her head, but with a glowing smile on his face.

“i met my noora in high school. i fell in love with her the moment she stood up to me. no, roasted my ass.” william admitted. “and i’ve been crazy about her ever since.”

“you too?” the rest of them exclaimed, which gained some weird looks from the others, as well as the police man standing outside the waiting room. they slowly reclined back to their seats.

“i noticed mia around, and was ready to just tap that ass,” alex admitted, “but then when she started insulting me, asking me if my mom never cuddled me enough or if i still wet the bed, i felt like i met an angel. a woman.”

“grace insulted me in front of my entire football team.” daniel started with a sheepish grin. “at first i thought it was some kind of intimidation trick, until she hit a sensitive nerve.” he paused, before admitting it. “my daddy issues.”

“mine too.” edo admitted. “but if i’m being honest, i couldn’t hear half the things eleonora was saying. i was too focused on her face. i was like…” he imitated an explosion with his hands, over his head. “mind blown. how is one woman that beautiful?” he asked, before continuing. “oh, and she-“

“-said that your pubes didn’t grow as fast as the others, so you got bullied for it?” charles interrupted with edo’s exact words. when he nodded, charles grinned. “manon surprised the hell out of me. i was used to being the boss, with no questions being asked. i didn’t give a shit about anyone but myself and my basketball team, until she came along.” he ran his fingers through his hair. “i don’t know what i would’ve been right now, if i hadn’t met her.”

“it’s a scary thought, isn’t it?” william asked. charles nodded.

“probably would’ve still been a piece of shit.” edo admitted, and the rest of the boys agreed with him. the five of them had gone silent for a little, before william asked them another question. or more like, stated it like it was some sort of trivial game.

“okay, nicknames. go.” he pointed at charles.

“charles-henri.”

“axel.”

“donald.”

“eduardo.”

william sighed. “wilhelm. she still calls me that when she’s pissed at me. which is, you know….”

“every 2 days?” daniel guessed, and william nodded.

“damn,” alex muttered, “it’s like our girlfriends are each other’s international equivalents.” the rest of them agreed immediately with them.

“does that make us equivalents too?” daniel asked with a half-kidding smile. “i mean, if y’all can relate to my troubled youth….”

“try me.” edo challenged with a small smirk.

alex snorted. “you don’t even wanna know my family and its history.”

“there is no way in Hell you’d survive my family.” charles muttered.

william rolled his eyes. “try an asshole prick of a brother.” he stated. the others tensed up at his words.

“ignorant piece of shit of a father?” charles asked. the others stayed quiet.

“lying, cheating and stealing bitches for mothers?” daniel muttered. still no protests.

“nannies your entire life? gossiping ones, at that, so you basically had to learn about your family through others?” edo asked. he received nods.

“dead little sisters?” alex asked quietly. and in that moment, all of the boys had gone stereo-quiet. like they had nothing else to say. it was also shocking that 5 strangers had led almost the exact same lives. they hadn’t felt so understood before.

“i was actually glad that grace called.” daniel admitted. “i was having dinner with my mom and her new playtoy. i needed a way to get out anyway.” he tried for a smile, as did the others.

“man,” edo said, “forget the girls being each other from different countries. we’re each other from different countries."

the others couldn’t have agreed more.

“william!”

william looked up, and saw his wife grinning, and waving at him. she was with four other girls, who were already making their way towards their partners.

alex engulfed mia into a big hug. “what have you done, you little troublemaker?” he teased.

“ugh. i’ll answered that.” ele said, as she detached her head from edo’s neck.

“so, your amazing girlfriend brought us to this bar and told us the story behind her crazy gallery. which,” she looked at edo, “you have to go to.” she then looked back at alex. “and this fucking sexist, living in the 1900s moron comes up to us and says idiotic shit to us. and we got pissed and jumped him. the end.”

charles’ eyebrows raised alarmingly. “idiotic shit?” he repeated, before looking at manon. “what did he say? did he try to hurt any of you? did he-“

“calm down, dad,” manon joked, stroking his cheek. “he just said something a horny 12 year old would say, and then said some interesting ideas as to how to make us behave.”

daniel scowled. “that fucker should be thankful that i-we weren’t there.” he corrected himself as he spoke.

grace raised an eyebrow in amusement. “we?” she asked with a grin.

edo looked over at the boys. “let’s just say that we bonded while you girls were in there.” he said.

noora smiled. “we knew that’d happen.” she said.

“and now you guys can still continue to bond tomorrow,” mia said, “since i have an interview with all of these ladies scheduled at my office. and you're all invited.” she said with a grin.

“hell yeah!” daniel exclaimed. the group were now heading out the doors of the station. “that means i get more time to complain about grace!”

grace gasped, and whacked his arm. “excuse me? try me trying to live with you!” she huffed.

“it’s okay to be unbearable grace,” edo joked, “you have ele to relate to.”

“and mia.” alex added.

“oh, definitely manon.” charles said.

“hey!”

“you better take that back, axel!”

“i just went to jail and will not hesitate to go back again!”

as the other couples argued, noora and william walked a little behind them. they watched their new friends with smiles.

noora looked at william. “it’s as if they’re us, just with different names and nationalities.” the blonde said.

“it kinda feels like a family.” william confessed. “it’s something about all of them that make me-“

“-want to have kids asap?”

william nodded with a grin. noora smiled. “i’ll see what i can do about that.” she placed her arm around her husband’s waist. “but for now…. you’re definitely the most annoying one out of all of the boys.”

“then you’d have to be the most unbearable one.” william said with a grin. he paused for a moment, before continuing.

“besides, they’re all younger than us by two or three years. we’re probably the original king and queen of opposites attracting."

TEARS. i miss my parents, and would like to request for a skam reunion special episode. thx

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lonelyghosts-stuff · 3 years

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Avengers Infinity War-First Time Watching Reaction Play-by-Play (Pt. 1)

I’m about to cry... Loki... please no...

Thanks you wrinkly purple nut sack

“We have a hulk.” I’m gonna cry

“I assure you brother, the sun will shine on us again.” AGHHHHH

How on earth is Thanos able to beat up the hulk with only one infinity stone but when he has all of them, the hulk is able to put up a fight?

Oh bye hulk.

Neat trick Heimdall. How come you couldn’t do that with Thor and Loki?

HEIMDALL NO!!!!

No ones had the ability to wield two infinity stones at once? Lmao. Well, in the first avengers, Loki had the scepter AND the tesseract soooo

And the TVA laughs at you Thanos.

HE CALLED HIMSELF ODINSON AGHHHHH

I’m crying

Loki is dead now

Fortunately the existence of the show is helping to alleviate the pain, but we will never see THIS Loki again...

Thor has lost everything. I feel so bad for him. He’s lost his mom, his dad, his friends, his home and people, and his brother.

Good thing Heimdall knew to send Hulk directly into the sanctum. Poor Bruce.

Thanos, I will take great pleasure in your suffering in death. Know this. There is no quadrant in space that you can flee to where you can avoid my wrath. “You think you know pain?” I’ll make you beg “for something as sweet as pain.”

Is Tony like, able to predict the future or something? Morgan Stark?

No more surprises ever Stark? About that...

Science bros hug

Ben and Jerry’s product placement. Nice

Course Vision made himself go offline. Smoochie time with Wanda.

Would shoving the time stone down a garbage disposal even do anything lol? Like, I feel like it would destroy the whole building lol.

Call your boy Steve, Tony!

Suck up your pride.

Poor Bruce. Always getting filled in on all the details last minute.

Bruce has it probably one of the worst. Dudes getting chucked around the universe into places he has no ideas what’s going on in.

Flip phone time

CALL HIM

Oh no

Rumbling?

Ah cripes

Quick make a call on the run

Multitasking is a lifesaver Tony

Poor New York. Why would anyone want to live there in this universe?

Earth’s closed

Go away

Spider man, spider man,

Ned is my favorite avenger.

How did no one see Peter lmao

STAN LEE

EXCELSIOR

SPIDER MAN IS GOING TO SPACE

lmao Tony ain’t gonna be happy

Work it Stephen. Do your interpretive dance moves.

EARTH IS CLOSED

GO AWAY

HEY—my life isn’t that meaningless...

Savage, ratchet

He exhausts us too

Banner having performance issues.

Hulk is on hiatus apparently

Dude you’re embarrassing me in front of the wizards.

heck yea, CGI time

Ebony Maw got no chill.

Hey maybe don’t turn your back on the enemy

Stephen, you almost crushed Bruce under a taxi.

Eh I’ve fought this guy in Marvel Champions... he’s not that tough

Hey Peter

Bye Peter

Tony, master of summaries.

Hulk is in his feels.

It’s a simple spell but quite unbreakable

Meme time

Cmon Stephen you’re supposed to be powerful

Sleepy strange

Capey to the rescue!

I love how Peter doesn’t even question the existence of wizards.

CAPEY NO—

SAVE HIM CAPEY

BEAM ME UP SCOTTY SPIDEY

Wong really just sent that beast to attack poor Inuits huh?

Wong is invited to the wedding

“I can breathe.” *exposes face to space*

Okay that was pretty sick. I don’t particularly like the iron suit as it feels kinda lame since I loved that Peter made his own, but it works here.

Poor pepper

You just had to leave the phone tony

At least Bruce somehow found it

Hell yea it’s my favorite space group, the Guardians of the galaxy. Featuring dance daddy, sleeping invisible man, dance mom, sleepy rabbit, and angst plant.

Now I’m hungry for cheddar

Poor Gamora lmao

Oh and I can’t forget mantis

Mantis you got a killer mean face

Angsty teen plant

Huh they learned Grootish

Uh oh

Gamora knows something up

Oh hi thor

He is not a dude. This is a man.

Poor Peter quill lmao

Heyyyyy Chris Pratt worked out hard to get into shape for this role lmao

Poor Thor...

He literally lost EVERYTHING

Peter is jellyyyy

Drax has a man crush

ASGARDIANS OF THE GALAXY

Thanos isn’t that smart. Just like, double the resources.

Oh thank you thor for being sympathetic

Peter, stop it. It’s not a competition of who has the worst life.

Gosh I love Chris Pratt so friggin much. He’s a national treasure lmaoo. I love him so much.

Peter grow up

Both of you

Children

Oh there’s an actual place called Knowhere

Oh yea Tivan the collector. Didn’t he die?

Half of the Asgardians? I didn’t see them

Kevin bacon is an avenger

Oh Gamora... how did she know where the soul stone is?

Nidavellir? Axe time

Lmao I love the rabbit

HAHAHAHA I LOVE THIS

Thor and rocket rabbit are my favorite duo now

I love rocket so much lmao

I like this thor much better than the one we saw in Ragnarök. (Again, I love that movie as just a movie, but not as a Thor movie)

Good bye morons

Oh hey Paul Bettany

SO CUTE

Love you guys

Wanda vision

Don’t get too attached tho

“I just feel you” oh no... I know where that line comes back around

Promises to go back? To who? For what?

Robot lover

Robosexuality (futurama anyone)

I SHIP IT SO MUCH

Poor Vision lol

Convenient TV News exposition is convenient

Go with him wanda

You just messed up

Poor vision

WRECK EM WANDA

SHOW THEM THE POWER

No more phasing? Oh no.

Cmon Wanda MESS EM UP

No more phasing? Vision should be friends with ghost

It sure is lucky that no one seems to be out and about in Scotland huh?

IMAGINE if Wanda had the powers she had at the end of wandavision right here. Thanos and everyone else would be no match

BOSS GIRL MOMENT

OH HELL YA

THAT IS HOW YOU MAKE AN ENTRANCE CAPTAIN AMERICA ROGERS!!!

AND THE FUTURE CAPTAIN AMERICA SAM TOO!

AND BLACK WIDOW

You aliens are no match

I wanna kill them

Cowards

Gosh Nat is such a badass

Wow Steve looks great with a beard

Digging the suit too, more subtle

Poor Gamora oh my gosh

I wonder why Thanos chose to keep Gamora? She didn’t really display a fighting spirit here

I’m confused. Gamora was described as the last of her kind but the flashback showed only half of them being killed which is more accurate to what Thanos wanted?

Cmon quill, take things seriously...

Oh dear

Quill, be serious...

PETER BE SERIOUS

Swear it

KISS KISS KISS YEA

Dangit drax

Lmao poor drax

I got a bad feeling about Knowhere

I thought Tivan died? Like in the explosion of the power stone?

Drax don’t

Drax be patient

DRAX NOT YET

Drax you couldn’t even take on Ronan... don’t do it ya lovable dummy

Gosh poor Drax

Poor Peter quill

Nice hits Gamora!!!

Just kill him

If someone shot him in the head right here it’d all be over

Oh my gosh I feel so bad for Gamora

Phenomenal acting from Zoe Saldana

He’s not dead... sooooo what’s his play?

Illusion

Copy cat for Loki

Oh my

Oh so he planned this

OP bastard

Already has the reality stone

Soooo Tivan is dead then?

Oh my that’s horrifying

Grimace lmao

Peter

Cmon

Peter

The emotion

Chills

I hate you Thanos

I really do

OH MY GOSH THEY SAID I LOVE YOU

Thanos you BASTARD

Copying Loki’s move set

Poor quill

This is the last time they see each other huh?

Wait wait wait wait wait, I remember that another Gamora from another timeline comes in and helps. How come she isn’t arrested by the TVA? She’s a variant just like Loki???

You tell em Rhodes

They have nothing to be forgiven

Hell yea baddie Steve

Oh do they think Tony is dead?

Love you Rhodes

Get Steve looks great

BANNER AND NAT

Awkward tensionnnnn

Quick kiss before it’s too late

Lmao poor Sam and his crush on Nat

Lmao Ant-Man and Spider-Man

How long is vision unable to phase?

Poor Wanda... if only they could get it out in Wakanda (I hate how much I know about this without watching).

Isn’t white vision with this visions memories now? Like, can him and Wanda get back together?

WAKANDA

Rest In Peace KING T’CHALLA, Chadwick Boseman! Wakanda forever!

White wolf baby. Lesssgettttittttt

BUCKY BABY LOOKING LIKE JESUS

Poor baby, one fight to another. His only calm in wakanda...

Precarious needle positioning is precarious

Ouch

CMON TONY SAVE HIM

Oh peter

Lmao

Oop

Fault?

Love peter. Perfect awkward teen

“You can’t be a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man if there’s no neighborhood.” That worked out perfectly.

Omg peter you’re making even me feel old asking about the “old” movie Aliens.

CAPEY TO THE RESCUE AGAIN

Soooo is ebony maw dead now? He didn’t last long

Cmon you cocky cuckoos

“I’m peter by the way.” “Doctor strange.” “Oh we’re using our made up names... um-I’m spider man then.” Gosh I love peter so much lmao

Yayyyyy PTSD we love that. Poor Tony. He needs therapy. They all do, really.

Man I know how this ends...

Harsh strange... harsh. You’ll learn that the universe also depends on these guys.

Peter is an avenger. Lmao he’s so perfect at being awkward.

Oh no. Poor Gamora. Quick, kill him with the soup.

Thanos, just DOUBLE THE RESOURCES. For cripes sake man. You don’t gotta be a genocidal maniac.

Gamora is only in here 20s? Or I guess maybe 30s now.

Thanos, you don’t understand. Wanna know why you can still see people in poverty happy? Because they see the hope. They value family. You could have given them resources. Not killed them.

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