I've been watching Reacher while I work and it is full of Bad Men with terrible survival instincts.
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I've been watching Reacher while I work and it is full of Bad Men with terrible survival instincts.
Tyrants surround themselves with bad men because they like to be flattered and no man of lofty spirit will flatter them.
— Aristotle
It's been a tiresome day at work, but dinner and a documentary on orangutans (hard to go wrong with David Attenborough) have perked Buck's mood up. Tommy has already brushed his teeth and got in bed, midway through a new murder romance comedy - Bad Men, by Julie Cohen - and is grinning to himself.
"This is definitely inspired by that Hannibal series," Tommy says, adjusting his reading glasses.
"Albert told me it was a well-made show, and the food is supposedly really delicious, but I'm not sure I wanna watch it and feel hungry watching a cannibal munching on a liver, y'know?" Buck plugs in his phone. "Speaking of cannibals, we gotta decide on a costume idea for Maddie's Halloween party. It's with the kids so we gotta keep it PG. Funny is okay, nothing too scary, sexy is definitely out."
"I'm thinking cowboy and gladiator. Night at the Museum."
Buck can see it. He still has a cowboy hat and boots somewhere, he thinks. And chaps are easy to rent.
"You know where to get the gladiator outfit?"
"I know a guy."
"Of course you do. Wish we could do scary costumes though, that woulda been fun." Yawning, Buck sheds his sweater and kicks off his pants, intending to pull on sweatpants, when he hears Tommy gasp loudly.
"What? What?" Buck looks around, thinking he's going to see a huge roach or something.
Tommy's eyes are wide and he's staring at Buck. "That's so scary!"
"What? What's scary?"
Tommy points a shaking finger at Buck... and Buck's boxers.
Which have little cartoon jack-o'-lanterns all over them.
Biting back a smirk, Buck glances at Tommy, who is not hiding his smirk. In fact, Tommy shudders dramatically.
"They're so scary. You should take them off," he says, grinning as he sets aside his book and glasses, his eyebrows wagging.
Buck saunters over to the foot of the bed to stare suggestively at his boyfriend, who pulls up the blanket and wraps them around himself. "These are scary, huh."
"So terrifying." Tommy covers his eyes. His shoulders shake with stifled giggles.
"Well, I shouldn't be scaring my boyfriend," Buck drawls. He shimmies out of his frightful boxers. "There, there. See? Nothing to be scared of now."
Tommy pouts, his lower lip wobbling. He looks utterly ridiculous. "Hold me?" he says, in the tiniest voice he can manage. "Please?"
"You absolute dork." Buck laughs and burrows under the blanket.
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PS: If you know the comic this little fic is based on, please drop the link below so I can credit. I can't find it 😭 my tumblr search-fu has failed me
If I had a nickel for everytime a character played by finn wolfhard refers to the enemy as "bad men" I'd have two nickels which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice.