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claudia.

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there were only. a few lapses in the schedule that ant and cooper had tried to put together for their new lives. every so often their jobs had to get in the way. studio sessions ran late, the cancellation department needed something. luckily julian’s house was far closer than her apartment had been. she could say yes to every sos that was sent out, thoughtless and quick answers to make their lives a little easier while she swallowed down whatever panic was instilled in her by having to be in charge of the two most important people in their universe. well— one. she and randy had a mutual understanding early on. which left only the baby.

she found cooper in the nursery, though it looked like oz was already asleep she found that both dads tended to hover. to keep on checking, just in case something had happened in the thirty seconds since they’d last seen him. she didn’t tease, she only stood in the doorway. she was sure her own parents had never even attempted such an exercise in caring, it probably was for the better that ant and cooper did.  

“just put him down?” she asked to be sure, but also because she so desperately hoped the answer was yes. she would rather just watch the baby sleep and pray ant got home before he needed anything. “i came as soon as i could. wouldn’t want you to be late.”

it wasn’t fair of them to ask these things of her, cooper knew, but it was the only way he knew how to keep her close--to show claudia that she was very much welcome inside of the four walls that had so suddenly come up around his family to form a home. things may be changing but nothing so dramatic that they wouldn’t have time for her anymore, that he and ant wouldn’t be just as much a constant in her life as they’d always been. anthony had likely already spotted and quelled these quiet murmurings of concern inside of claudia well before tonight, but cooper still felt he should say something. his relationship with claudia may be different than that of her and anthony, cooper still loved her-- still wanted the world for her. 

he could tell when she entered the room though his attention still lay on the sleeping form below him, unable to peel his eyes away until he memorized every detail available in the soft glow of oscar’s nightlight. cooper reached out to gently brush a finger against the baby’s cheek reveling in the heat of his soft skin. “i wouldn’t mind being late.” cooper murmured, his breath caught in his chest. when he was content that oscar’s sleeping face was thoroughly etched into his mind’s eye, cooper pulled away and turned to his guest. “i wouldn’t mind telling sebastian steele to go fuck himself and join cora in an early grave.”

cooper had been stupid enough to think that things would get better with cora gone. well, lesson learned on that one. 

“i’ve got time. let’s have a drink..” cooper looked down at her with a soft expression, exhaustion in his eyes as he brushed past her. “i’m going to need one before the nights through.”

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He’s beauty, he’s grace, he’s Eddie Kaspbrak’s face

Grimm-Interview: James Ransone (IT Chapter 2)

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in love with this image i found on facebook

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morrigan elyssia crane | 29 | CANCELLED

the kid never had an easy life, that much had been clear. her earliest memories were of her mother’s suicide and her father giving her up to the state. she spent most of her childhood in and out of a therapists’ office, dealing with problems both real and imagined--her mother’s neurotics becoming her own. despite this--maybe, because of this--there was something.. ethereal about the girl. she was otherworldly, lost, unpredictable. one of her doctor’s eventually took her in, adopted her before she could age out of the system; and that’s when the real problems began. 

she signed a contract at 17, her new father arguing that there was no point in the typical renewal process because she would never be of sound enough mind to make the decision on her own. he owned her, now and forever, and as long as prometheus could accept that.. then they could own a piece of her too. the years are not kind to her, the abuse breaking her body as thoroughly as her mind. at 21 she elopes, thinking that this will be her way out; only nothing changes. not really. she gets pregnant. she endures. 

though her career had been relatively stable until now, the prospect of a child has unnerved her so severely that she’s falling apart at the seems. she can’t put on a smile for the camera, can’t remember her lines. she stops showing up to set--stops making excuses. she doesn’t want to bring a child into this life.

the rest of the story is as awful as you would expect; there is no happy ending. the princess does not escape the castle, she does not find love, and she dies by her own hand. 

--at least... that’s what the world thinks happened. cooper worked very hard to make sure it all came together, that everything was air-tight. he’d risked his life for contracts before, but if this gamble failed then he’d lose a lot more than that. last he heard morrigan was living in norway. she had a little girl. the nightmares were starting to come less frequently. 

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tahlia.

While things had been difficult since Halloween, there came with it a clarity for Tahlia. She may not be able to go back in time and make different choices, she could change the way she lived. It was only a matter of time before she had her ducks in a row and was fully prepared for what the next few months would entail. She found herself at the pharmacy to pick up her usual medicine when the wine section seemed to scream her name. 

The actress distractedly reached for a bottle of wine when she felt someone else doing the exact same, knocking her out from her own head. The voice hit her right in the chest. Another man that she’d lost along the way but this one had hurt almost more than Jerome. Cooper had been her best friend once upon a time. They had been inseparable. She had been best man at his wedding. And then one day like it had all been nothing, he’d stopped calling. Stopped taking her calls. It was as if she’d been dropped the moment things got hard. “Coop.” Her voice sounded as hurt as she felt. 

Her hand retreated from the bottle to rest on her other arm for lack of something better to do with it. “It has been years.” What should she even say? “What-what have you been up to?” What a dumb question. 

small talk was both a blessing and a curse--an easy way to skirt around the fact that he’d abandoned their friendship while also serving as a painful reminder of the distance that had grown between them; the fact that their lives had continued without each other in them, and he’d no doubt missed so many important moments. cooper tried to straighten his expression, to hide the panic in his chest and replace it with a cool indifference. “i don’t even know where to start..” he admitted truthfully, shifting his weight to lean against the wine shelf as he decided on a good talking point. 

“the dares...” he’d been about to talk about anthony’s terrible experience when he realized she had to have gone through her own. at the prospect of tahlia having been subjected to that sort of danger, cooper couldn’t help but wander over her body looking for any signs of injury. she seemed okay, but he found no assurance in that. “did you? i mean.. of course you did.” he answered his own question, the earlier false coolness replaced with genuine concern as he looked down at her with his big brown eyes. “how was it? ant got dragged in as a sponsor.. they almost..” cooper’s voice hitched, “they almost shot him.” he spoke quickly after that admission, not wanting to dwell on that memory any longer than it took to inform her of it. “are you okay?” and he didn’t mean just physically.

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jordan.

“Old, and a fuckin’ killjoy, too.” Who said anything about a holiday? These were all winter themed, for the sole sake of including everyone. Not that Jordan cared. She just wanted to know if she could steal some of their knick knacks. Did they still have Elf On A Shelf? Jordan was sure Cora would want to know if her contracts were naughty or nice.

“The whole world knows you got game, buddy.” At least when Ant became Jordan’s target, he found a way to get a kick out of it. And Jordan went rough on him! One would think that leaking medical records would trigger a worse reaction than being rumored to still got it in his age. But hey. People were weird. “99 problems, but getting dick ain’t one!”

he pulled the toothpick he’d been gnawing on out of his mouth, giving the woman a hard look while he considered his next words. “you know, you’re not exactly the scum of the earth--but you’re working damn hard to get there.” as much as cooper didn’t care for jordan ryder, he didn’t see her as irredeemable. the problem was--she didn’t want to be redeemed; didn’t really see anything wrong with what she was doing. sometimes he wondered if there was a little critter by the name of jimeny cricket locked away in a glass jar in her home, because she certainly acted like someone who’d hidden their conscious away in the dark with no intentions of letting it back out.

cooper didn’t want to start shit with her, but she just got him so damn worked up. as much as he hated seeing rumors about himself, it was more about what she’d done to his husband; how every time ant saw a pic of cooper with another man in a compromising position, there was a part of him that thought it could actually be true. “as much as i’d hate to push you on someone else, aren’t there other marriages you could be fucking with?”

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@tahliablanche

miraculously, there hadn’t been any lasting damage from the accident. aside from a few stellar migraines and the pain in his shoulder, cooper’s only real reminder of that night was the guilt of almost killing himself in such a stupid, erratic way. unfortunately, there was no prescription pill for that--but there was a sweet little something called vicodin to help with the former complaints. waiting for his name to be called by the pharmacist, cooper was idly walking through the isles of CVS. 

reaching out for a bottle of wine, he was surprised when his hand gently brushed against someone else’s. cooper pulled back, preparing to apologize when he realized who the hand belonged to. his mouth opened and closed, his chest tightening with that all too familiar feeling of guilt as he looked at a woman he used to call a friend--a woman he pushed out of his life without much of an explanation, or apology. “t-tahlia,” he mumbled, surprised, feeling his face grow hot. he felt like a child who’d been caught in the act, he felt exposed and embarrassed; but most of all, he felt the ache of a lost friendship and all the beautiful memories they’d shared together. 

part of him thought that it would be best to turn and leave, but another part decided that would be too cowardly. “i.. wow. it’s been a while..” he said, stupidly, unsure if she was going to yell at him or play along with the awkward small talk. 

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lucian.

Lucian sat at the table in the diner, looking at the food on offer. He hadn’t been in the states long and he wasn’t exactly sure what to expect from it. The big man took a moment and looked up from the meal in front of him, noticing the other in front of him. “You jus’ gonna stand there watching me have me holy ghost or are you gonna join me for a spot of rosie?” The older Londoner asked as he gestured at the open seat across from him. “I don’t bite much. Unless I’m asked to, of course.”

as in most occasions where cooper was out and about without his husband, he was tailing a contract. in this case it was a older woman, an actress who’d bombed her latest movie and made a lot of enemies with the cast and crew in the process. she didn’t seem like the type who wanted to be ‘saved’, and cooper was unsure what his next move was going to be--until the man next to him spoke, and cooper realized he’d zoned out staring at him. he blinked, shaking his head and trying to sound friendly. “fuck, sorry man. i totally zoned out there.” he held up his mug of coffee, adding, “too many sleepless nights, y’know?” the dark circles under his eyes certainly added some credibility to the excuse. 

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James Ransone arrives for the World premiere of “It Chapter Two” at the Regency Village theatre in Westwood, California on August 26, 2019.

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jordan.

“So Prometheus is already decking the halls, huh?” Jordan asked, pointing to a few winter-themed decorations in the main lobby. Smoke blew out of her mouth when she spoke. Not that she cared, or was even aware of it now. “Ya think I can take some of that crap home?”

“i don’t think a company who specialties in commercializing murder should really be allowed to celebrate a holiday about joy and kindness, but. what do i know? i’m old.” he glances over to jordan, a knowing look as he adds,” and a serial cheater, apparently.” ant may get a laugh out of the journalist’s wild accusations, but cooper found it a little less amusing. 

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claudia.

julian.

Julian’s wallet is out, bills placed on the counter to suffice Claudia’s growing tab, not to mention the one drink Cooper and himself are responsible for. It’s enough, but it’s not enough for it to take his mind off of his surroundings, to have his ears be completely attentive to how the music is shut down. His eyes sway back as the wallet is returned to his pocket, watching as she makes a show. She’s always had a knack for distractions, but Julian isn’t part of the oblivious crowd; he’s taking in Cooper and noticing him slip away with the actress. It’s time to pry their own actress off of her stage, even if she’s billed as the cinematographer.

Moments later, Claudia’s car comes to view. Julian’s scraped knuckles boast about how he may have abused the term ‘defense’ when it came to stopping the DJ from defending himself back against the woman who was antagonizing him in the first place.

“What are you doing?” Spanish accent grates against the words as he gets into the car, passenger side so that he’s able to look over at the two in the back. “He doesn’t want you. He knows better. If he did? His blood would be everywhere right now.” The door slams shut, and eyes then fall on Claudia.

“Let’s go. And yes. It’s an order. Again. You’ll live.”

She hated the trend of DJs as bodybuilders. She could hold her own in a fight just fine, but when compared to the guy who spent three hours a day with nothing better to do than lift weights, it was only a matter of time. She generally fought until pulled off, these sorts of things had no definite end point. Julian was never much for subtlety, rough hands pulling her up and out of the club. As if she was the one in trouble. Luckily tonight Cooper seemed to get the job done quickly. Fuck. So maybe she’s bleeding from a cut somewhere on her forehead, disoriented to say the least as she’s dragged out of the club. She didn’t know if it was the table or some piece of equipment, just catching a corner with the perfect timing. It wasn’t a concussion, just a dramatic head injury. Shallow wounds always bled the most.

And maybe she’s three drinks in, the world blurred already, even if the circumstances were withstanding. Still she found herself in the driver’s seat of the car, fumbling to put the keys in the ignition while the car beeped to put her seat belt on. It was the only seat left in the vehicle, with the show going on in the back seat. “So bossy.” She manages finally, the adrenaline from the fight hadn’t quite left her. Finally the engine caught, lights flipped on, car in drive. She swerved onto the road, not questioning it if only because it was the only natural thing. “Everything okay back there?”

it’s only when claudia’s finally behind the wheel that cooper’s confidence in her as their driver begins to falter, looking between her and julian to see if he’s thinking the same thing. cooper taps a finger against the window, indicating at something ahead of them. “go a block down and take a hard left.” he offers, knowing that it will lead them to a secluded spot where julian and claudia can switch seats. cooper knows better than to bring up the fact that she’d had a few drinks, and instead latches onto the excuse her bleeding forehead has provided. “let’s just save ourselves the trouble of having to explain that our dear driver is swerving into other lanes because she’s bleeding into her own eye.”

lila seems to have sobered up a little now--enough to become nervous at the prospect of being driven around by a group of strangers. her hand rests on the door, maybe waiting for a chance to make a disastrous get-away attempt once the car slows. cooper lifts a hand, then lowers it, deciding that it was better not to touch her right now. “so uh,” he begins uneasily, rubbing at the back of his neck while he looks over the actress. “i know this feels like a kidnapping, but it’s totally not a kidnapping.” he tries to joke, though it doesn’t do much to lighten the mood. these things always come easier when he’s alone, when he’s pleading for the contract to not only save their own life--but his too, because there’s only so many times he can feed this monster before there’s nothing left in him.

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ant.

“I am happy,” Ant said quickly. He would rather embarrass himself with vulnerability than have Cooper think he didn’t appreciate him for even a moment. They had always been odd like that, Ant and Cooper– Two men who had learned to be alone even when surrounded by people. Everything about them said that falling in love should have been a battle, both of them waging war on the other’s walls. It hadn’t been easy, but in reality, being emotional with each other had never been the problem.

Ant had been an open book, and Cooper had taken little more than a handful of weeks before he started whispering promises into Ant’s skin. Opening up had been devastatingly easy. But seeing each other, trusting each other, that was the hard part. They were still working on it, sometimes– At least Ant was. It was hard, sometimes, to look at Cooper, so talented and perfect, and believe that Ant could have that. But he wasn’t getting better at it every day.

They both were.

Humming happily at the way his skin sparked under Cooper’s palms, Ant pulled back as he considered Cooper’s words. He really didn’t want to go back out there right now. It was his birthday; Wasn’t it okay for him to be a little selfish tonight? “I don’t think they would notice if we… went up stairs for a little while.” He hadn’t meant to sound that suggestive, but here they were. “I was looking for an excuse to take this armor off, anyway.”

cooper couldn’t help the low chuckle that came from his lips at ant’s words, shaking his head at the suggestion despite the look in his eyes that said he was all for it--as he would always be, at any suggestion of anthony’s. ���since i’ve so cruelly eliminated ourselves from the costume contest, i don’t see any reason in sticking in them all night.” cooper agreed, turning to pick up his hat and place it back on his head before meeting ant’s eyes again. “though, i’m kind of starting to love this look,” he playfully ran a finger across the brim of his hat, his other hand resting on the gun holster as he narrowed his eyes in a clint eastwood impression. “you feelin’ lucky, punk?” 

he couldn’t last more than a few moments after the words left him before laughter spilled out, falling forward slightly as he placed a hand on his husband’s shoulder. “let’s get up stairs before anyone catches us,” coop gave a gentle squeeze before moving to the door, playfully sticking his head out to peek for any passerbys.

cooper turns back to ant, wiggling a brow as he informs, “all clear....pard’ner” 

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Mmmwhatchasay ant calls himself ant because he has sexual fantasies about anteaters :/

“uh, duh. and you don’t think i fully support him and get into the roleplay? catch me on my hands and knees with my tongue out loving and supporting my strange husband and his questionable fetishes. that’s marriage, babe!”

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ant.

The moment Cooper’s fingers tightened around Ant’s, Ant was awake, yanked from his doze by hope. Cooper’s eyes were still closed, his face still a sickly pale, but Ant could see the furrow his brow, the first movement Ant had seen in hours.

“Coop?” Ant said, he squeezed his husband’s hand, leaning forward. “I’m here. Come on, wake up for me, sweetheart. Please?”

after realizing his phone was too damn busted to actually call 911--or anyone, for that matter--cooper had pretty much resigned himself to passing out and letting whatever happened happen. ant was alive, more or less safe, and he was in too much pain for anything else to really matter. plus; the door wasn’t opening and he wasn’t in any shape to crawl out the broken windshield. he was trapped. 

there had been a few times he dipped into near consciousness since then, vaguely aware of voices and movement but too out of it to really discern what was happening. here and now though, he was awakening into a much more alert state--his fingers twitching, cooper finding relief in the pressure of someone else’s hand intertwined with his own. the sweet heavy sleep that only hospital sedation could provide was still weighing him down, but ant’s pleas for coop to wake up were all the motivation he needed to fight his way to conciseness. 

he squeezed back, promising to ant that he was here, on his way back to him. it took him several long moments before he actually fluttered his eyes open, looking up to his husband with a smile so soft it seemed out of place for the situation entirely. “so.... before we get into how stupid i am, i would just like to remind you that there was a fucking SNIPER trained on your head.” 

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he wasn’t unconscious for very long, a few hours--eight tops. of course, he could've been out for all of five minutes and cooper was sure ant would’ve been just as relieved to see him. his parents had arrived soon after, sam in tow but no sight of charlie; too busy to come check on his own damn brother apparently, but cooper wasn’t really surprised.

mom had finally managed to convince ant to go home and take a shower--though, convince may be too kind of a word. marilyn flynn was not a woman to be trifled with, and it seemed anthony had known the pointlessness of trying to argue with his mother in law, much to cooper’s amusement. he’d encouraged everyone to go home, get some rest, eat something that didn’t come from the shitty hospital cafeteria. 

and now he was all alone, sitting up in bed and feeling like a total asshole. a few broken ribs, a concussion, a bum shoulder--none of it hurt as bad as his pride. his parents had taken news of the accident in stride, a lifetime of cooper’s antics preparing them for situations like this. the only thing that made him feel better was that everyone seemed to understand why he’d did it; yeah, he was a total dumbass, but he was a total dumbass who was hopelessly in love.

feeling someone watching him, cooper opened one eye and peaked around the room, his gaze falling on his new visitor. “what? no flowers?” he asked, pretending to be hurt.