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bcyhoods · 11 months

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LOVEFOOL 💌 — “you feel like home to me” with tasm!peter PUH-LEASE I ALREADY KNOW IM GONNA GET EMOTIONAL

muah ha ha. angsty spidey is my favorite spidey, how did you know | 0.9k

warnings: injuries, brief mention of reader being used as leverage but no explicit/graphic detail

“I don’t know if I can do this, Peter.”

Your hand hovers over the scrape on his cheek when your gaze drops to the mask that’s clenched in his hand. He sits on the edge of your bed, looking up at you as you stand in between his legs.

He’s bathed in the dull, orange glow of your lamp. It highlights every welt, every cut, every matted strand of hair that sticks to the damp skin of his forehead. It makes your eyes sting.

“What do you mean? You’re a natural,” he says. His hand settles on your hip to give it a gentle squeeze. The gesture makes you believe for a second that he’s genuinely clueless.

But his eyes refuse to meet yours. The smile that he wears is uneasy as he wrings his mask.

“You know that’s not what I mean.”

He hangs his head low. Guilt tightens its grip on his throat making it hard to breathe.

You were already well aware of his secret identity before you’d started dating. He warned you of the risks and used them to try scaring you away before you could break his heart. But you stayed. You stayed and, god, he was so glad you did.

Though, he blames his adoration for what happened to you.

He would keep a close eye on you to make sure you were safe. His routine neighborhood watch would consist of making sure you got to and from work safely, occasionally dropping by on your lunch breaks to check on you. He was careless, but he didn’t anticipate things would go south so quickly.

The guy wasn’t a super villain, nor was he anything special by any means, but he was observant. And why would Spiderman be visiting some random bodega cashier so often unless you meant something to him?

It was practically over as quick as it started. The guy couldn’t even finish demanding his ransom before Peter had arrived to web him to the ceiling. You escaped with a few injuries, the worst being a palm-shaped bruise on your wrist. But Peter was fuming.

You were used as bait. You were leverage against Spiderman because he’d been so reckless. You got hurt because of him. You were lucky this time, but there was no telling if that luck would run out and the thought terrified him. Despite your gentle words of reassurance, he had made up his mind.

He would never forgive himself if he lost you. So he broke it off.

“I know.”

It would’ve been easier if you didn’t see each other after that. You think you’d feel differently if you weren’t frequently in his presence, nursing him back to health. Maybe if you didn’t exchange longing gazes and soft touches that were reserved for people that are more than friends. If he didn’t look at you like you held his heart in your hands, maybe you’d be stronger.

“Why do you keep coming back here?” He feels his chest tighten at the crack in your voice, even more so when you push his hand away.

“You leave your window open,” he whispers.

A scoff falls from your lips and you turn your back to him to wipe away the rogue tears that run down your face. He stares at your figure with a frown and hands that ache to reach out for you.

Peter Parker then decides he doesn’t want to be a hero. Heroes can’t afford to be selfish and put their own happiness above the wellbeing of others. Being with you would jeopardize your safety. It’d be selfish of him. He could never be with you like he wanted, craved, so long as he wore that suit. Can’t he have both?

He’s exhibited enough altruism to last him a lifetime, anyway. Certainly it was enough to hold you just for one night.

“I just needed to see you,” he sighs, voice meek.

“Peter, I think you should—”

“There’s never a day that I don’t think about you,” he interjects. He doesn’t exactly know when he started to cry. Suddenly his eyesight was blurry and he couldn’t breathe through his nose.

“Please.” The word pushes out like a sob. Your hand shoots to clamp over your mouth to hush the whimpers, but he can hear them.

“I’m serious, I…” He stands and moves to put his hands on your shoulders. His mask is forgotten on the floor. “Being away from you, it makes me feel crazy. Like I can’t breathe.”

“Don’t say that.” You turn in his hold to shrug his hands off, but you don’t try too hard. A sob racks through your chest once more when you see his pained expression. His nose is red and his cheeks are wet and his brows are sewed together. “Don’t tell me that, just go home,” you plead.

“You feel like home to me!” There’s a humorless laugh that accompanies the confession, it’s one of frustration. But the softness in his glassy eyes is unmistakable and it makes you melt under his stare.

“Please don’t cry,” he begs with a deep frown. He reaches to hold your face in his hands as he wipes the tears from under your eyes. The material of his gloves is rough and pulls at your skin uncomfortably, but you can’t help leaning into his touch.

He crowds your being. He towers over you so closely that you can feel his bated breath fanning your skin. You reach to hold onto his forearms, letting your eyes close to revel in the closeness. Peter presses a chaste kiss to your forehead, then to each of your cheeks, then your nose. He stops short of your lips.

“Say the word and I’ll leave. You know I will.”

“Don’t go,” you concede.

You’re not really sure what repercussions this will have tomorrow morning. You can’t really bring yourself to care when he kisses you.

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leverage-ot3 · 3 years

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...am I finally going to do it?

am I finally going to make a ‘their story’ video for the leverage ot3 while I’m on winter break?

#the world will never know #convince me to make this pls I need motivation and validation. ENCOURAGE ME IF YOU WANT IT #my leverage as vines compilation sitting unfinished on my computer: 🙃🙃🙃#im sitting in the bath thinking about leverage #trying to get hyperfixated on it again #I’m bad with editing and idk where the big gig flash drive my dad got me is bc I don’t have enough space on my computer for all the episodes #also... update on the girl I asked out for those following my sapphic journey: SHES SAID MULTIPLE TIMES THAT SHES EXCITED/LOOKING FORWARD TO #GOING TO THE BOOKSTORE CAFE THING I FOUND WITH ME #GUYS SHES SO PRETTY IMMA DIE #IDK WHY SHE MESSAGED ME FIRST SHES TOO PRETTY TO DO THAT ??? TO MESSAGE M E FIRST ???#for legal reasons im joking #update: my mom is still homophobic lmfaooooo #me going through a wlw-tiktok inspired crisis where I’m doubting my bisexuality and am afraid of the term lesbian and I desperately want to #talk about it but I’m not at school with roommates bc corona and I don’t have close friends at home and my dad is mostly supportive but I #can’t really talk to him about stuff like that and I had an existential freak out after my 2-10 shift at work last night ranting to myself #out loud in the car as I was driving home bemoaning this situation and ugh #like I still find some guys attractive just dingalings REALLY freak me out okay #women are so much more attractive to me and I can see myself either in a relationship with just a woman or MAYBE a poly one with a girl and #a guy but not really with. like. just a guy and myself #I am really comfortable with the label bisexual and have been that way since I started defining my sexuality but what if that’s just #compulsory heterosexuality and I’m actually just fully gay??? tiktok got me questioning my entire LIFE.#I only find like ten men hot: the jatp boys. henry cavill. eliot spencer. not even seb stan that much anymore but still a little bit #leverage ot3 #eliot spencer #alec hardison #parker #parker x hardison x eliot #mine #about me #leverage

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gryffindorbandit · 3 years

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marauders x reader (not peter bc i didn’t feel like it) at a gryffindor party after a gryffindor quidditch win

its almost 2am and i am drinking in the bath so this is unedited and just. yeah that’s it

(yes i am a bartender and its a fun job so. thats why i put it in there idk)

- you’d do something to get james’ hands on you “wow! your hands are so cold, let me warm them,” and then place them on your neck or something

- and his eyes would be blown wide but someone would pull you away

- and ofc you’d go along with them bc Extroverted Drinker vibes

- you made drinks. as a bartender, you knew how to mix and what would be TASTY to these teenagers (im a bartender leave me alone)

- sirius would watch you mixing, completely mesmerized by your movements

- you’d just grin at him and do a few drinks just for the attention

- you made him something simple and he swore it was the best thing he’d ever tasted

- you’ve been drinking for a While at this point

- so you make a new, more complicated drink, and act as if you’re going to give it to him

- but you take a drink of it instead and just Grin

- you fucking grin at the doe eyed git

- he rolls his eyes and hops over the counter, gripping your waist

- your eyes widen and he dips his head down, swallowing you WHOLE in his kiss

- his tongue. oh my fucking god.

- and he pulls away, making some excuse about how he just had to have a taste for himself after watching you work so hard to make it

- you excuse yourself and join the dance floor, not quite believing what had just happened to you

- (after all, you knew wolfstar was a thing,,)

- you downed another drink as you made your way to the middle of the floor, moving your hips to the beat of the music bc you. cant. dance.

- after a while, you’re pulled away to a game of spin the bottle in front of the fireplace

- you’re joined by the marauder gang as well as a few other gryffindors

- marlene spins first. it lands on a gryffindor girl you don’t know, and they share a sweet peck with a few whoops from the boys

- then its lilys turn. you’re a bit shocked that she’s joined, but the pinkness of her cheeks clues you in that she’s not entirely in her right mind

- she spins and the bottle lands on mary. there’s a tense moment before mary leans across the circle, hand on lily’s jaw to pull her close and they KISS

- it’s another gryffindor boy’s turn then. he spins the bottle, a little bit nervous, and you chuckle when the bottle lands on you

- he seems very innocent, so you lean toward him and plant an exaggerated peck to his lips

- his face is red as a beet

- then james spins, laughing loudly when it points to sirius. sirius wiggles his eyebrows and lifts himself to his knees, grabbing james by the face and smacking a big, wet kiss to his face

- you can’t lie, it’s hot

- they’re into it

- there’s not tongue involved (that you can see) but there’s definitely a passion behind it

- enough to make you wonder if they’re really just best mates or if there’s something else there

- “[y/n]! it’s your turn, go on!”

- “oh piss off” and to be honest you don’t know who alerted you, but you spin the bottle and watch intensely until it stops

- it lands on remus

- of fucking course it does

- you don’t want to know the rumors that will fly around about you after tonight

- you lick your lips and remus lupin raises his fucking eyebrows

- you know that look he gives you

- a silent ‘oh?’

- my fucking god

- you glance to your right and grin at james, sending him a wink as you use his leg for leverage in getting yourself onto your hands and knees

- remus is sitting across the circle from you

- you crawl over to him and straddle his legs, hands at his sides

- he lifts a hand to cup your chin, then GRIPS YOUR FUCKING JAW AS HE PULLS YOU DOWN TO KISS HIM

- motherfucker does not waste any time

- he swipes his tongue across your lip and then bam there’s his tongue

- and you’re enjoying it

- until someone coughs

- loudly

- and you pull yourself away

- (then lean forward and quickly land another kiss to his lips before going back yo your spot)

- you don’t miss the look sirius sends to remus

- but you’re drunk so

- whatever

- and james is just STARING ST YOU

- LIKE YOURE A WONDER OF THE WORLD

- so you go back to sitting in your spot

- and game goes on for a bit

- you’re finding it much harder to focus as the alcohol seeps into your system

- and really, you’re one of the last to leave

- it comes down to you, james, sirius, and remus

- and they’re all sharing looks but you don’t even notice because you’ve just downed another drink and you’re having a hard time seeing straight

- “alright, dove, i think you’ve had enough,”

- THE SOFT VOICE OF JAMES FUCKING POTTER

- oh my lord

- and he whispers it into your ear, an arm snaked around your waist to pull you close

- sirius is leaning into remus

- you find yourself doing the same to james

- he doesn’t seem to mind

- it’s late. very late

- the common room is basically empty now aside from you all by the fireplace

- your cheeks feel Warm

- and the vibes are so soft as they talk you into going to bed

#marauders x reader #marauders #moony padfoot and prongs

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comfyswitcherblanketfort · 4 years

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Snowed In 8

y'all.... I was in a mood... I’ve had a couple glasses of cheap wine... what can I say? My blog is a place of thirst, is anyone surprised? Plz avert your eyes if you're under 18.

Pairing: Geralt x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut, all the yearning, unprotected sex, cockwarming, if you've got something against tubs? major ‘no one can find the emotional braincell’ vibes (plz hmu if there’s anything I didn’t tag I wanna make this a safe space for everyone to thirst together)

Summary: It’s the last night before they go back down the mountain 👀 some hella angsty sexy times. Im sorry the wine hit hard

Part 7 here

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The snow started to melt on day fifty nine.

Everyone was elated, people were buying rounds for the crowded dining room and hollering when a slushy chunk of snow slid off the eves, but not you. You told Geralt you were just so sick and tired of the assholes in the dining hall you wanted to scream. If he didn't believe you, he hid it well.

You were dreading leaving. Falling asleep curled into Geralt's side every night, sex or no sex, was safe and warm and home. You almost thought the anxiety and cabin fever would be worth it to go on with him so close.

The night before you were supposed to leave, you once again found yourself nestled against him, sitting in front of the fire. His arms were no longer hesitant to wrap around you and, though your mind still reeled, your heartbeat didn't stutter under his touch. If anything your body only felt calm in his arms.

You'd mumbled something about finishing this book before you left, it being the last of a set you were sure you'd never find outside of Novigrad, and Geralt had settled by the fire, pulling you with him without a word. As much as you enjoyed the book, you were finding it impossible to focus. Half of you wanted nothing more than to turn and kiss Geralt with everything you had, tell him you loved him, and accept whatever fate befell you. The other half was greedy and covetous. She reminded you that losing this, dignity be damned, would turn your heart to dust.

"Y/N?"

"Geralt?"

"You haven't turned the page in a while. I thought you were asleep." He gave you a gentle squeeze as he spoke.

"Oh…"

"You okay?"

You sighed, letting the book fall closed and resting your head back against his chest, "Just restless I guess…"

"Mmmm, it'd be a shame if we couldn't get a good night's sleep before our trek down the mountain." Geralt seemed to completely envelop you, his lips brushing your temple as he spoke.

You held a hand over his arms, "A crying shame." You agreed, "But first a bath, I feel gross."

You could feel his smile as he pressed his cheek to your hair, "A bath would be nice."

This was almost perfect.

Other than the fact that after this it's over.

You pushed the thought from your mind as you scrambled to your feet, gathering a couple towels and the soap. Geralt warmed the water as usual before the two of you stripped and hopped in. Or tried to.

"I don't think we're both going to fit," you giggled, one leg hooked over the side of the tub and one knee pulled into your chest, trying to make room for Geralt.

He squatted down, extending his legs on either side of your body, "Just barely." He teased, reaching a hand toward your ankle dangling over the edge. He guided your legs on either side of his hips, his touch stoking the needy fire in your belly.

The tub only allowed for you to scoot back so your knees were at his hips, which made scrubbing your body at the same time as him a little difficult, so you settled for just washing your hair. You got it all lathered up only to realize there wasn't any dignified way to rinse it. You sighed and shimmied a little closer to him so you could twist and bend back to dip your hair in the water. Geralt gripped your hips and pulled you into his lap before you could even try leaning over, earning a surprised squeak from you.

You could see the lust in his eyes, but his voice was soft and patient, "Lean back. I've got you."

You bit your lip and tried to ignore your heart fluttering at his words, leaning into his arm now wrapped around your waist. Your hips shifted, making your core brush his already hard cock, a gasp falling from your lips. He pulled you back up out of the water quickly, the way he moved you setting your body on fire.

You rocked your hips, notching his length between your folds and sighing in relief at some kind of friction.

"Mmmmmm, almost." He purred, gripping your hips and holding you steady, "unless you can't wait for me to wash my hair?"

The hungry look in his eyes was betraying his calm tone. You could break his resolve if you wanted to, but you also wanted to know where this was going.

"And what if I can't?"

He grinned sitting up a little taller and pulling you down so he could whisper in your ear, "You could always wait on my cock…"

His words went straight to your pussy, making you shiver, "Fuck, yes. Yeah I want that."

He lowered his mouth to the side of your neck, nibbling at your jugular between words, "You want me to stretch you first?"

You tried to rock your hips again, wriggling against his grip, "No," the word came out far more desperate than intended, but the last thing you wanted to do after hearing that was wait.

He let go of your hips to guide one of your hands down between his thighs, "You can't move until I say, deal?"

You nodded eagerly, your hand finding his length and lining him up with your entrance, "No moving."

He gripped the edge of the tub with both hands as you sank over just his tip, moaning as you stretched around him. You took him ever so slowly, eyes fluttering closed when he shifted to lather the soap through his hair and pushed up another inch. You gasped and gripped the side of the tub with white knuckles.

The slow stretch was marvelous. You felt every millimetre of him as you sank the rest of the way down until you felt him bump your cervix. Any twitch was felt, even the minute movements caused by his hands working through his hair. You opened your eyes looking directly into Geralt's. He didn't look away like he usually did and you almost wished he had. His eyes burned into yours, twisting something in your chest close to the breaking point.

You tore your eyes away from his after too much time to justify and realized he had yet to rinse his hair. You let out a breathy giggle, brushing some suds out of his hairline, "Is this your new fashion statement?"

He smiled and shook his head before slowly leaning back into the water. The redistribution of weight had him pushing up against you even more, making you clench and him grunt as he gripped the side of the tub. The amount of self control he had would have impressed if you weren't lost in memorizing exactly how he felt inside you.

When he sat up and half pulled out you chased him, fighting every urge to grind your hips against his, "Can I move yet?" Your voice was higher than you'd enjoy admitting later, but at this point you didn't care how desperate you looked. You needed him. Not just to move, you needed him to hold you tight to his chest and soothe the ache in yours for at least a few more minutes.

"Almost."

For a moment you forgot you were sitting on his cock, taken by surprise by that damned tone again. You furrowed your brow, about to ask him about it before he held your hips to him with one arm and moved you both back against the end of the tub, giving him more leverage and better use of his hands.

You whined at the small shifts within you, "Geralt,"

He slowly lifted your hips so only his tip was left inside you, "Slow or fast?" His face was a mix of hopeful and absolutely lost, eyes begging for something from under heavy lids.

You whispered your answer, leaning forward to brace yourself against the edge, a hand to either side of his head, "Slow."

He sighed, almost in relief, and pushed into you again in deliciously long strokes. In the back of your mind you thought that now would be the time for neck bites, hickeys, hiding your face in his clavical, but his shoulders were just under the surface of the now choppy water. Either way you didn't think you'd be able to look anywhere but his face. He was staring up at you, his gaze so vulnerable and fervent that you thought you could cry. You gritted your teeth to cut off the tears before they showed on your face, drinking up every bit of him like this as you could.

His eyes never left yours as he thrust, gradually picking up the pace. You felt yourself getting closer to an orgasm with every snap of his hips. You kept your moans to breathless whimpers or gasps, something about the moment being far too personal to broadcast to the rest of the inn. You clenched around him, not trusting your words not to ruin this feeling.

Geralt grunted, sitting up just a little more so you had your arms draped around his neck instead of holding yourself up. He let you take the pace, reaching one hand to rub your clit as the other roamed your body. You felt him twitch and clench his jaw with the effort of holding back. Your hands instinctively tangled in his hair, as you rose and fell down his length, sending peaks of water over the edge of the tub.

He picked up speed circling your clit and you let your forehead rest on his, eyes closing as you whined. You did your best to keep that flood of pleasure at bay just a little longer, wanting this to last forever, but it came crashing over you anyway.

You pulled him closer to you, barely keeping the wherewithal to keep your lips to yourself as you rocked over him, holding your scream back to a strangled sigh and squeezing your eyes shut. As soon as you came he let go, spilling deep into you. His soft moans reverberated over your whole body, almost making you dizzy with a whole different type of satisfaction. You slowed your hips, settling on Geralt's lap, still around his softening cock, forehead pressed against his.

You didn't dare move as the two of you caught your breath, reveling in the feeling of being so close to him. You knew he'd started to recover when he laid one hand over your hip under the still warm water and the other cupped the back of your neck. You took a deep breath and opened your eyes to find his still closed, just as if he were sleeping. If you hadn't been so disoriented you might have called the look on his face reverence, but you just labeled it sweet. You untangled your hands from his hair only to trail your nails over his scalp and through the rest of the length. The contented hum you drew from him almost had you lurching forward to kiss him.

His lips were mere inches away, but you held your ground. If you were the one to initiate a kiss and he rejected you you really didn't think you'd be able to come back from it. So you waited, praying he'd push forward the two inches between your lips and end the all-consuming tension.

He never did. His hand slipped from the back of your neck, over your shoulder and down your back, sending chills up your spine.

"Ready to get out?"

You shook your head with the smallest of movements, earning a chuckle from deep in his chest. You were determined to savor every moment, every breath.

When you eventually got out of the bath and into bed you curled into his side and fell asleep, dreaming of staying right there forever.

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part 9 here!

Tag list! Yall make me so damn happy 💕 I just love you😘

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#I've lost all objectivity Ive edited this so many times it has lost all meaning #i just want it to live up to previous parts lmao #the witcher #geralt of rivia #geralt #the witcher smut #the witcher fic #geralt smut #geralt of rivia smut #geralt of rivia fic #geralt fic #geralt fanfic #geralt of rivia fanfic #these dumbasses have no braincell #Jaskier kept it when they went up the mountain #for safe keeping

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hermannsthumb · 6 years

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34 & 84 for the newmann prompts pls!

Prompt From Here: 34 Vacation Fic + 84 Married To The Job

IM SO GLAD U REQUESTED VACATION FIC.....i luv it.....please enjoy some workaholic hermann and his needy boyfriend. very very very mildly nsfw (ie newt tries to be sexy) but nothing happens. youll see lol

Newt’s been itching to take Hermann away somewhere for ages, years, even back before the Breach closed and their futures laid in a permanent state of possibly not actually existing (and Newt wasn’t even sure they’d have one together yet). Just the two of them running away together for a week or two, throwing aside all obligations and relaxing on a beach somewhere (on the Atlantic), or in a mountain cabin, or in some idyllic little cottage, where they could make out in private and not think about work and maybe argue slightly less. He gets his wish: Hermann is more than enthusiastic about running away somewhere with Newt once they’re certain their futures are in a decidedly permanent state of existing (and together, at that), so Newt books them a rental home on the east coast and whisks him off the second they finish up their last bit of paperwork. (Turns out drifting with a kaiju brain incurs a shit-ton of paperwork.)

Newt’s excited: nothing but Hermann, kaiju-free beaches, and absolutely no work for a solid week.

He thinks.

“You know, this isn’t exactly what I had in mind,” Newt calls through the sliding glass door that leads to the beach house deck, open so as to allow in a nice ocean breeze. It also allows him a clearer view of Hermann, who sits just beyond it typing away at his laptop, because--exactly two days into their vacation of doing nothing (nothing but, Newt hoped, each other)--Hermann got antsy of doing nothing and insisted he start typing up a few draft chapters of the book of their k-science research they’ve talked of joint-publishing.

“I’ll only be a moment longer,” Hermann says over his shoulder.

Newt huffs. He’s in nothing but a white bathrobe and Hermann’s boxers, sprawled out over the bed, all part of his plan of seduction that’s--so far--yielded absolutely zero results except for a brief little fling on the couch the first night here. Hermann’s so focused on the stupid book draft and all Newt wants is hot after-dark beach sex, damn it. “You said that yesterday,” Newt calls back. “Come on. I’m bored.”

Hermann sighs loud enough for Newt to hear him and stops typing for a moment. “You’re welcome to go to the beach by yourself, Newton.” The typing picks back up.

Part of the plan, which is what necessitated the beach in the first place, involved Newt parading around Hermann in a tiny bathing suit and getting him hot-and-bothered. So not only is it no fun to go alone, but it completely defeats the purpose. Who is he supposed to show off for? There are some hot surfers also here this week. Not Newt’s usual type--he likes bad-tempered skinny nerds too much--but he’s not opposed to leveraging them to make Hermann jealous; one of them tried to hit on Newt yesterday and Hermann had been noticeably miffed, after all. “Fine,” Newt says, and hops off the bed. “I’ll go find those surfer guys.”

“Surfer guys?” Hermann echoes sharply, typing abruptly ceasing once more.

“The really buff ones,” Newt clarifies. “Like the one who tried to give me his number. I’m sure he’ll be happy to hang out with me.”

Hermann walks back inside and sets his laptop down on the desk, then shuts the sliding door. Newt sits down on the edge of the bed and watches innocently. “That,” Hermann says, coming to a stop between Newt’s legs, “will not be necessary.”

“Are you sure?” Newt says, and falls back against the sheets with a little thump. “You seem pretty busy.” He slips out of his bathrobe. Hermann’s eyes linger over his chest, then over the stolen boxers.

“Take those off,” he says, after a moment’s pause.

“Okay, yes, sweet,” Newt says--now they’re getting somewhere!--and wriggles out of the boxers as Hermann begins digging around in the dresser drawers that Newt’s claimed. Newt thought he was being slick when he packed lube, but apparently Hermann saw. “I was only kidding about the surfers,” Newt says, kicking both boxers and bathrobe to the floor. “I just wanted--” Hermann cuts him off by tossing a pair of Newt’s swim trunks directly at his face, nearly knocking off his glasses. Newt holds up the trunks and blinks. “What?”

Hermann looks vaguely amused, unbuttoning his shirt with his free hand; the bastard doesn’t even seem to care that Newt’s completely nude on the bed. “I thought you wanted to go to the beach?” he says.

Newt huffs. “Well, yeah, but…”

Hermann widens his eyes in mock-confusion. (The bastard.) “You mean to tell me you lured me away from my work under false pretenses, Newton?”

“God, fine, I get it, you’re the worst,” Newt says, and slips his swim trunks on all while glaring at Hermann. Hermann finishes unbuttoning his shirt and grins too mischievously for Newt’s liking.

(Hermann does let them fool around a bit on the beach once the sun sets, though, so win-win.)

#newmann #maria's fanfiction tag #Anonymous

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themothermary-blog1 · 5 years

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digging up bones

watch digging up bones pulling out skeletons listen to the song

digging up things that are better left alone i know you will want the truth but really if you already know what the truth is if the truth is plane to see its probably best to let the bones be trying to force somebody to admit to shit is hard as hell and you will stress your self out trying to get the truth to come out try to remember thay your truth is not nessasarly the truth of another and people tend to remember things the way thay want to if all you got is words and not proof it will mearly be a word war that will probably never end no sence in digging out the word war again. also if the bones are from long ago and the person has moved on to better behavyor you may look like the ass hole it might not seem fair but society sees shiney and new old is dusty old is rusty and jenerally out dated for the most part useless draging people in to new litigation over old ass shit the first thing i would say is how could you remember so much from so long ago this has very little to do with you do you sit around and think about things that happened 21/2 years ago your life must be so empty are your sure you arnt hear for something to do a way to get attension in the big world of things this would be such a small thing sombody smoaked pot 3 years ago sombody cheated 3 years ago sombody drank alcohol 3 years ago and you remember it so clearly you can resipt all these so called facts to me have you been checked for a mental illness you seem stuck in this by now you should have had enough life to be over it your life appears to be so empty so what is new with you it seems you need a new hobby dwelling is not a good hobby the persons wrong doings you seem to be dwelling in has moved on to a better pasture you are in this depressing dwelling your self

if the person whos wrong doings are being dwelled apon has move on i would have the explain how thay have moved past the past and on to a brighter future

dont we all like a new day

dont we all like a new week

dont we all like a new month

dont we all like a new season

dont we all like a new year

new is good old is useless

for instance i usto be sereously depressed im not anymore

i usto drink a lot not any more

i usto smoak pot not anymore

i usto cheat on my husband not anymore im not even married

i tryed meth when i was depressed it just made me stressed out it was quite easy to quit i didnt like it

i tried being married to my ex husband i didnt like it so i quit

i really like being a mother so i put more effort in to my kid and less effort into useless to me things like being married to my ex husband the effort i put in didnt pan out so i quit wasting my time and effort

now with my kids the effort does pan out i find relationships with my kids chalanging and rewarding so i helped the husband get rid of him self i hepled him divorce me he was the one with money he was pissed so he held my relationship with my kid hostage and sent his demands it wasent money no i had to spend time with my ex husband he used the kid for leverage oh he still loves me how sweet unfortunatlly the feeling is not at all mutual

he wanted to force me to see what a good father he is im not impressed

he wanted me to see how nice his house is a house is a house to me

he wanted to show me how clean it could be seems kinda empty unlived in and cold to me it looks like for show to me

he wanted to show me how much better he and his family are then me well if its how good he has done with my kid is he kidding me im not impressed im just the opposet unimpressed i do know i could do better as far as the actual kid is concerned

a one bedroom trailer is a home even is its a rust bucket with old furniture if it works its good

clean water and enough of it is important you should come out of a bath tub clener then when you went in bubble baths shouldnt be dirty clean water is a biggie for me a pet peve

any cook can feed a kid

any maid can clean a house

what is a home to me love safty life preperation education exceptance fun somewhere to share feelings and hardships someone elts can do all the other maid type shit ok my family usto be rich so kill me if it wasent expensive and a pain in the butt to go i would go out to eat every night with my family so i could focus my attension on them insted of cooking, putting stuff away and clean up i feel the same way about house keeping if i could afford it i would hire an made and spend time with my kids

once in awile cook there favorid stuff that makes it special and rool out the boofay on holladays the rest of the time leave it to some maid

i did make one mistake i let my ex husbands mother take care of my son actually he is the one who dumped him on her he was soposto be with his father i was informed of the excess dumping and her whining about it obvously she thought he should me with me thats why she was complaining about me not having him so what i should have done was have one of my family members come down from cleveland and stay with me sombody with more energy then a depressed woman somebody who could play with him and he could still be home with me i bet i wouldnt have been so depressed if sombody from my family lived with me my ex husband had so much more than me every day he got to see his family my mommy and daddy are deceased my brothers and sister live 180 miles from me and i never see them no wonder you didnt why i was deprssed you had me taking care of you our son wanted to hang out with you and you had you family and your farm thay made you feel important to people who cared the big world call you some farmer not even bother with who or where the rest of society dont care as long as when thay get to the store the food is there it could come from china we simply dont care farmers can take up all the land eltswhere the citys need to spred out a bit give up some land the citys are crouded people need elbo room how meny jobs could we fit in to a farm if we built a factory where there usto be a barn but thats just my opinon we do need some farmers even i know that its just where do we put them at where thay cant cause too much damage or too much trouble most of them are religous freeks trying to force people to live the way thay do insted of keeping up with the rest of us. now im not dissing all farmers just the amish acting ones who try to force people to act as retarded as thay do

there aint no santa clause there aint not easter bunny there aint no tooth farie and there aint no god we get indoctranated into a lot of bull shit we grow out of most of it we have books to back up all the storys and thay all have good guys and bad guys just because god is the oldest good guy bad guy story doesent make it real

can we have a new bible story i have heard all the other ones im boored trust me take a look there is some booring ass shit in that book now the mormans came up with some wild ass shit i couldnt help it i called and got me a free copy a lot of the same old shit the jesus part was good it deffonetly needed some new shit in it the problem was thay made the crusifiction too good and like like any book worth reading thay turned it into a movie and several re makes technology is great i want them to really 3/d movie the bible story how did thay even beleave it before today we expect so much more i get so easily bored

what do we usually do with old shit once we have used it throw it away

jenerally if you got something to prove you need to start with the new because people change cercomstances change

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what-lies-within-us · 7 years

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Awakening - cont. in IM

Rachel gave a small wince at how Mrs. Weasley all but told Ginny off. She briefly wandered how a discussion involving Draco and Ginny would go. The mental image was not pretty. One fireplace later they had arrived at the burrow. And after brushing off some soot Rachel peered around the kitchen where the fireplace was, taking in her first look of the Burrow. “It has a nice homely feeling to it.” She commented with a shy smile.

“Homely is a good word for it, I think.” Mrs. Weasley agreed as the small group stepped through the fireplace and into the living room. “George’ll be sure to give you the grand tour once you’re feeling up to it. For now though, I think it would be best to set you up in Bill and Charlie’s room. You’ll be right next to Ginny, and George-” “I’ll be right upstairs in Percy’s room. Gin, help me carry these bags into Bill’s room.”

“And George? After you’ve dropped the bags off and everything could you draw me a bath? I really want to wash off that hospital smell.” Rachel called out as both siblings stated to take up the bags. That was phase one of her revenge plan. And she was going to have fun with it even if she were confined to a chair. The brunette gave a sheepish smile to Mrs. Weasley. “He’s going to hate me for making him do small tasks like that.”

“Yeah? Will you need help undressing as well?” George called back to Rachel from Bill’s room. “Gross, George!” Ginny groaned. “Can you wait at least a few hours before you try to get into Rachel’s pants?” Molly shook her head and tutted under her breath as she wheeled Rachel into the kitchen so she could start preparing dinner. “Oh, he won’t mind. He might complain but you know he would do anything you ask of him, especially while you’re healing. All you need to do is bat those pretty eyes of yours at him and you could make that boy do just about anything.”

“I intend to do just that.” The brunette said with a satisfied smirk. “And I promise I won’t use my eyes against him anymore the I would have to.” She added quickly, not wanting Mrs. Weasley to think she was somehow using her looks or charm to get George to do what she wanted. Then again she had the charm range of a teaspoon. “Is there anything I can do to help?” She asked, feeling a little strange sitting there with nothing to do. But then what could she do. Her arm was still in a sling and the wrist of the arm that wasn’t was wrapped up.

Mrs. Weasley merely looked amused as Rachel concocted her revenge for George’s stunt with her favorite bra. She knew Rachel well enough to know that the girl didn’t have any intentions of using George, but merely giving him what he deserved. Merlin knew that boy needed a taste of his own medicine, especially after all of the years of pranks and mischief she’d had to endure as their mother. “Oh no dear, you just relax. It sounds like George is setting up your bath right now.” Sure enough, a few minutes later, George finally came into the kitchen. “I’ll set up your room while Gin helps you.”

“What you’re not gonna help me?” Rachel asked, a giggle escaping her at his reaction before she nodded. “Alright then. You going to wheel me to the bathroom Weasley? I don’t know my way around your house yet and I can’t wheel myself because I don’t have my wand.” Her eyes widened as she patted her sleeve where she usually kept it. “George? Please tell me you have my wand. And if your try to prank me or make a joke about it so help me I’ll bury you alive.”

George took the handles of Rachel’s wheelchair so he could wheel her toward the bathroom. He bent down low over her and kept his voice low so that his mother wouldn’t hear him. “Would you like me to?” He smirked. “Wait…your wand?” He gasped as he stopped the wheelchair in front of the filled bathtub. “Fuck Maestro. The last I saw it, I think it was…..up your arse?”

His comment earned him a hit to the head followed by a hiss of pain since she had turned her upper body to reach him. “I’m serious George.” She grumbled as she turned back around to slowly pull her sling over her head keeping her arm cradled to her chest before slowly stretching it out. “Could you take off my head bandage for me please?”

“Ouch, watch it-” George instinctively flinched as Rachel reached around to smack him. Though admittedly, the girl was too weak to actually hurt him. “Calm down, I have it. I’ve been using it as a backscratcher.” At her request, he began to gingerly unwind the layers of bandage off of her head, letting out a small sigh of relief as he saw the that the wound there was nearly healed.

She shot him a warning glance before sighing and shaking her head, wincing slightly at the dull pain. As the bandages fell away from her head she sighed in relief, gingerly running her fingers through her hair, grimacing when they would brush against a rather tender spot. “You can leave if you want. I’ll call you if I need you.” She said with a shrug. Despite her earlier teasing she wasn’t about to undress in front of him.

“I’m taking pity on you. It wouldn’t do for your mother to kick my servant out of the house for taking advantage of me.” She smirked at him before shooing him off, playfully trying to hit him as she did. The feeling of his lips pressing to her slightly throbbing temple made her go still. She was still staring at the wall of the bathroom her finger lightly grazing the area where his lips had touched her when Ginny entered. “Hey Ginny.” A smile of sympathy was given to the red head. “How’re you holding up?”

Ginny tried her best not to seem like she was sulking, but it was difficult when so much was weighing heavily on her mind. “What’s more important is how you’re holding up,” she diverted, “How are you feeling? Are you sore? What am I asking, of course you’re sore. Maybe once you’re done bathing you’ll get to take some of those pain potions that make you go all loopy.” The redhead smiled mischievously and dipped her hand into the bath water to test the temperature. “Feels alright. Let’s get you in.”

Rachel let her rant, silently sitting in her wheel chair and listening to the girl speak. Once Ginny told her that the bath was ready she nodded and slowly started to remove her clothes, not wanting to accidentally pull on a sore muscle. With Ginny’s help she climbed into the tub and sighed as the warm water enveloped her whole body. “This geeks amazing.” She sighed, resting her head back against the tub.

Ginny assisted in undressing Rachel, helping her to tug off her sleeves and navigate her head through the neckline of her shirt. But finally Rachel was able to sink into the warm tub of water, and Ginny could only imagine how good it felt after days of laying in a hospital bed. “Imagine how nice it will be to spend the next few weeks laying in bed and bossing George around while mum serves you home cooked meals.” Ginny said with a smirk as she handed Rachel the bar of soap.

She giggled, running her fingers through the water. “Sounds like heaven.” Taking a deep breath she dunked her head under the water for a few seconds, eyes squeezed shut before emerging, her hair plastered to her head and face. She took the bar of soap and gingerly moved it across her body, being careful not to run too hard on her dis-colored skin. “I guess it was a good thing Draco Malfoy came to warn us. Otherwise I have a feeling none of us would be here.” She commented.

“….Oh. Yeah, I suppose so.” Ginny muttered in reply. She was fetching a wash cloth out of the cupboard to hand to Rachel, but her movements became hesitant at the sudden mention of Draco. “I guess that makes him a bit of a hero. No one ever anticipated that.” It felt strange to talk about him, pretending to be casual about her feelings for him when in reality, she couldn’t seem to think about anything /except/ him. She’d been visiting his flat every day since the battle, hoping he’d show up. But the boy had vanished.

Her eyes followed every movement, trying to decipher something, anything that would give her some leverage as to how deep the feelings for Malfoy went for Ginny. “I suppose it does. Do you know when he will be back?” She asked, slowly letting the warm water wash away the soap suds, sighing how clean she felt. Though her hair was still dirty despite being wet. Reaching out for the shampoo with her less injured arm she attempted to open the cap with the same hand, still feeling an ache in her other arm.

“Oh, let me-” Ginny hurried reached out and grabbed the shampoo bottle away from Rachel, grateful for any distraction from the current subject. She knelt down by the tub and poured some of the lavender-scented creme into her palm so she could assist her friend in scrubbing the stuff into her hair. “I don’t think he is coming back.” She finally muttered a minute or so later. “He’s just…gone.”

The brunette sat quietly for the next few seconds. Partly enjoying how Ginny’s fingers were gently massaging the throbbing in her head away, and quietly thinking over how everything had gone for Ginny. And with the lack of information she had, there wasn’t much to think about. “I’m sorry he left like that.” She finally spoke, turning her head slightly to look at her friend.

“Are you? George will be ecstatic when he finds out that Draco probably left the country.” Ginny wouldn’t help but mutter bitterly. “And my parents. And Harry.” It truly seemed like everyone in her life was disappointed with her. She’d made a bad decision. She’d fallen for the one person she was supposed to resent. She sighed and gave her head a small shake as she cupped her hands in the water to begin rinsing out the suds in Rachel’s hair. “But it doesn’t matter now. Because I’m probably never going to see him again.” At this, it was apparent that she girl was struggling to keep her voice even.

She kept quite after that, not know what else she could say to the red head. Closing her eyes to avoid getting any suds in them, she helped wash out the shampoo as well sighing in relief once every last bit of foam was gone and she was finally clean. “Thank you for helping me Ginny.” She said after getting out of the tub and tying a towel around her body. “I know it may seem hopeless right now, but from what is saw before I passed out, something was different about him. I may not be an expert in love or anything but how he protected you and came to you, to warn you the second he could, just shows that despite him leaving he cared for you.” She reached out to place a comforting hand on the red head’s shoulder, giving her a smile. “He did all that for you. So maybe he might come back for you.”

Ginny helped Rachel out of the bath, holding her elbows to steady her while she wrapped herself up in a towel. “Much better.” Ginny commented with a smile. “How are you feeling?” Rachel then spoke up about Draco, and Ginny wasn’t sure of what to say. She wanted to believe her words, but it was hard to trust the man after he’d told her time and time again that she didn’t mean anything to him. “Listen to me rambling about boys while you almost died a few days ago. C'mon, smells like dinners almost ready.”

Despite her best efforts Rachel let out a small snort at Ginny’s words. “Way to change the subject Ginny.” She teased before nodding. “Alright. Let me just get into my clothes. I’ll have George comb my hair later.” The brunette added with a small grin before proceeding to pull on her clothes, wincing every now and then when her body or a limb would move at an odd angle. She tried cleaning up the bathroom as much as she could too. “Lead the way then please.” She looped her good arm through Ginny’s before stepping out of the bathroom.

The redhead was glad that Rachel seemed to have enough energy to get around without the wheelchair, albeit with assistance. It seemed the shower had worked miracles on her, as though the warm water had helped loosen her joints and alleviate her pain. They piled her hair up into a towel turban on top of her head and the pair finally shuffled out of the bathroom for supper. Molly had made a large, delicious supper that was particularly decadent to celebrate Rachel’s homecoming from the hospital. Warm mashed potatoes, deliciously seasoned steak, plenty of cooked vegetables on the side, and wine for the entire table.

As she sat at the table with the rest of the Weasleys, Rachel wandered to herself when was the last time she had sat down to a family meal? Usually she ate dinner alone. She ate lunch with George sometimes since they would be at work. But if the shop was crowded she would eat in between customers. Sitting at the table with everyone laughing and smiling made her feel warm inside, yet it brought on sadness a well. And by the time she had bid everyone goodnight she was near tears, half aware of someone pushing her towards what would be her room during her stay.

Several glasses of wine helped George to feel at least a little bit more comfortable with being back at the burrow again. And having Rachel to care for was also a good distraction. However, it seemed that nothing would ever be able to make him feel completely at home at the burrow again. Not when every single inch of the place reminded him of Fred. Once they’d finished eating, the lanky redhead helped Rachel out of her chair, muttering something vague about getting her to bed as he led her toward Bill’s old room. He’d arranged her things in the room for her while she’d been in the bath, and had borrowed one of Ginny’s stuffed animals to put on the bed to make the very…male room seem just a tad bit more comforting. “What is it? You seem quiet.” He asked her as he led her to the bed.

She plopped down onto the bed, grateful to get off her feet, especially her right legs which still felt a little sore even though it was almost completely healed. “I’m alright.” She answered with a smile, before returning her attention to the bedspread, tracing her finger delicately along the flower pattern that adorned it. “I was just thinking about the last time I had a family dinner. With my grandparents and Dimitri. It seemed like so long ago. And it probably was.” She added with a small laugh, before turning to look at him. “You’re lucky to have people you can have family dinners with.” She lightly kicked her foot out to graze against his leg. “So to which famous Weasley did this room belong to?” She asked, looking around the room, eyes blinking rapidly to push away the tears burning behind her eyes.

It had been a while since he’d been in Bill and Charlie’s room. The pair of them had moved out years ago, so it was most commonly used as a guest room nowadays. “Bill and Charlie.” He responded when Rachel asked him whose room she was staying in. “That’s why there’s a collection of both quidditch posters and books on dragon breeding.” He chuckled to himself as Rachel toyed with his ankle. She suggested that he should be grateful of having his family, and the man simply nodded in reply. “I take them for granted.” He admitted, feeling a bit guilty for it. It was then that he noticed the tears welling in Rachel’s eyes, and his brow creased with concern. “Rachel, what’s wrong?”

“Sounds like quite the combination.” She muttered, though her heart wasn’t into joking or kidding around for once. Even with having him around. He was the only one to ever get her to show the mischievous side she had. Something she had always suppressed in order to let her more brainy and Ravenclaw-ish personality shine. “Nothing.” She shook her head. “I guess the medicine or whatever the Healer’s gave me is making my hormones go crazy.” She said with a laugh, wiping at her eyes, sniffing before she took a deep breath. “I’m alright.” She reassured him, hazel eyes turning up to look at him. “Really, stop worrying.”

Though she tried to convince him that she was fine, George still had his doubts. He lowered himself onto the mattress beside her, his blue eyes lingering on her face as she spoke. “Hm.” He hummed in reply, reaching up to gingerly pull the towel off of her head and let her half-dried locks tumble over her shoulders. They still smelled of the lavender shampoo. “If being here is too much to handle, we can figure something else out. The Weasley clan can be a lot to handle, even if there are only half of us right now. Just imagine what it’s like at holidays.”

She reached up to gently pulled at her hair, making sure no strands were piled on top of her head. “Its not that. Honestly so far I love being here.” She pursed her lips before sighing and avoiding his gaze she started to speak. “Its just I had forgotten how it felt to sit at dinner surrounded by people. A family. Even though its not my family, it made me miss all those dinners I had with my grandparents and Dimitri.” She shook her head, tugging lightly at her hair, as she fiddled with it. “I know it sounds stupid, but I really miss that.”

“It’s not stupid,” George assured Rachel as she played with her hair. “Of course you miss it.” He just wished that there was something he could do to make her feel better. It wasn’t as though eating dinner with /his/ family would ever fill the void that Rachel felt missing her own. And yet here he was, wishing that he could run as far away from his family as possible. “Here, let’s…get the tangles out of your hair.” He muttered as his gaze shifted to the ends of her hair. “I’ve never brushed hair before. Is there a charm for it? Or perhaps…” he paused, and it was apparent in his expression that his mind was racing with ideas for brush-related products he could sell. “A hair-eating hair brush..” he murmured thoughtfully.

She raised her eyebrow at him. “George? You know how I love all your ideas and always encourage them.” Placing a firm hand on his shoulder she shook it lightly. “But take it from me, you do not want to invent one of those. Because you do not mess with a girl’s hair. Or even a boy’s hair for that matter.” Her voice was serious as she spoke. “Now get the thought out of your head, take this brush.” She held her brush out to him. “And start brushing. It already has charm on it and untangles hair without the pulling and the yanking.”

He smiled to himself in satisfaction, already itching to get back to inventing. It had only been a few days since the battle, and yet already he was beginning to feel antsy without work. There was so much work to be done to open the shop again. The repairs themselves weren’t going to be easy and would likely take a week or so to complete. And so soon after they’d had their official re-opening….why couldn’t the damn place just stay in one piece for more than a few months at a time? Rachel was leaning against him as he brushed her hair, and he wrapped an arm around her waist to support her as she hummed to herself. “I wouldn’t mind.” He admitted after a few moments. “Only if you brush mine as well, though. I’m thinking of growing it out like Bill’s. Will I finally be badass?”

She let out a sigh of content as his arm wrapped around her waist giving her more support to fully lean back against him, head resting on his shoulder, her hair now partially dry and brushed. “I like your hair short. Makes it easy for me to mess up. Messing up long hair means tangles and fingers getting stuck in said tangles.” She was speaking while she was half asleep now. And clearly she wasn’t completely in her mind. “And you’re already a badass George. You made history when you left the school. That’s pretty bad ass.” She snuggled even more against him, curling up slightly as she did. “You’re warm.” The brunette mumbled sleepily.

“Well perhaps you should cut your hair short so that I can mess it up.” George proposed, as he ran the fingers of his free hand through her hair. In truth he loved her long hair, but it was still fun to tease her. She sleepily called him a badass and he chuckled to himself. “I suppose so. Still, maybe I’ll take some hair growth potion tonight just so I have have luscious locks for tomorrow.” He laid back on the bed, pulling her down with him. “And you’re falling asleep.” He commented, giving her a brief kiss atop the head. “Just promise it’s only for tonight this time, okay? No more three-day naps.”

“Just run your fingers through it to mess it up.” She muttered her voice somehow sounding irritated at his even suggesting that she cut her hair. Rachel was barely aware of him pulling her back to lie down, but she already had him to lean against so it didn’t make much of a difference to her. “Tonight.” She mumbled sleepily. “Maybe till midday tomorrow. Promise…..George.” She drifted off, her breathing even and deep as she fell asleep, tired out from her first day back in the land of the living.

Luckily for him, the wine had helped to make him drowsy. He was lucky that Rachel had let him drink at all, considering...he gave his head a brief shake, firmly reminding himself not to think about that night. "Goodnight Maestro." He hummed quietly, his arm still wrapped around her. A part of him felt like he needed to leave, but at the same time, he felt comforted by her presence. Sleeping alone in the old familiar house would be painful for him, even if he was in Percy's room. And so George simply closed his eyes, letting himself relax against the sheets and drift off with Rachel in his arms.

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leverage-ot3 · 4 years

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notable moments from The Stork Job

leverage 1.06

Joe: Where is he? What have you done with him?

Dana: Why haven't you returned our calls?

Joe: Did you think we'd just go away?

Dana: We’ve given you the money. What else do you want? (approaches Irena) What have you done with Luca?!

(thug grabs Dana and pushes her aside)

Joe: Dana!

(Joe goes to help Dana and is stopped by the thug. Joe punches the thug, who then beats him into the ground as Irena and Nicolas walk away. Thug leaves, and Dana crawls to his side)

yo can we take a moment to respect and love these parents??? like technically luca was just a kid they were going to adopt but these two were ready to THROW DOWN for him because even though they didn’t really know each other, he was going to be their kid if that’s the last thing they did

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Dana: $120,000. We had to take a second mortgage out on the house.

Nate: Well, we can get the money back.

Dana: We don't want the money. All we want is Luca.

Nate: Right. (looks at picture of Luca)

we love to see the clients being noble as hell

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Eliot: Are we seriously considering this, huh? Swiping a kid?

Nate: Yeah, well -- What happened to you?

Eliot (scrapes on his face): Well, how was I supposed to know it was a lesbian bar?

...I bet it was from something fucking stupid

eliot “distinctive” spencer would have known it was a lesbian bar

(edit: I heard that on the commentary for that episode CK got the injury from trying to play football while wearing cowboy boots and honestly what a chaotic fav)

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Eliot: How do we even know this kid is an orphan?

Parker: See him pocketing those cookies? He’s hoarding food. That bag on the table -- he keeps his essentials light and portable. He knows he's gonna be taken away at any moment. And there, when she goes to touch him, he flinches. He’s expecting… for her to... Trust me. He’s an orphan.

parker’s Tragic Backstory™ is about to be told in 40 minutes, let’s go

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Sophie: Hey, can we -- can we stop off in Paris on the way?

Nate: Uh... maybe on the way back.

Sophie: Cool

sophie loves paris and was so happy and excited im-

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Parker: Yes. And she's with someone.

Eliot: That’s never stopped me before

parker, rolling her eyes: bruh

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sophie being “princess magda of slovenia” rb if u agree

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Nate: You know, just hurry up.

Hardison: It’s not so fun working in the crappy command center, is it? No, see, you're usually off doing your European spy thing. Well, welcome to my world.

(Computer shows facial recognition program working on picture Eliot sent. Hardison offers Sophie a bottle of pop)

Hardison: Orangescu?

even in a foreign country hardison manages to get something akin to orange soda

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Sophie: Who was it? -- Dagmar from the car-rental place was a lovely girl, but listen, Irina’s a professional grifter. She's gonna see straight through your moves. She does this for a living. You know, gets people to like her and trust her, even to fall in love with her. She doesn't do this for sport.

Nate: Mm. Sounds like someone I know.

s a v a g e

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Nicolas: Beautiful name for a beautiful lady. Tell me, Hardison, what brings you to Serbia?

Hardison: Oh, do my fangs and cape frighten you

hardison being Done™ with a skeevy guy hitting on parker and making jokes to ease the tension 🥰

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parker says that sleeping is one of her hobbies and honestly bitch me too

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Parker: It’s amazing how far Serbia’s come, but the scars must still be there. I mean, all the families who suffered during the war.

Nicolas: Yes, but history always has its casualties.

Parker: Yes, but those families and those children.

Nicolas: It’s tragic, yes. But the strong, the smart, the... the beautiful, they survive.

[Flashback]

(Joe, Dana and Luca on home move.)

Joe: Smile!

Dana: Smile.

(A young Parker swinging, cuts to Luca sitting in the car that will take him away, cuts to young Parker on a merry-go-round, cuts to Luca being driven away)

Woman: What’s wrong?

(a young Parker in a car holding her bunny, cuts to Nicolas driving the car that takes Luca away)

Nicolas: It’s time to go.

[American Embassy]

Nicolas: Not everyone is worth saving.

(Parker gropes behind her and grabs a fork from the table, stabbing Nicolas with it. Everyone in the room looks in their direction)

parker’s past is developed a lot in this episode and we love to see it + bby you can stab anyone you want

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parker fucking yeeting out the window is me after I do anything remotely embarrassing

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Eliot: I’m lucky to have you on such a short notice. (takes paper from man) Zhavaliti. Is that right? Zhavaliti? Thank you? See? Yeah? No? Welcome to the set.

Hardison: Fire in the hole!

(Hardison sets off explosion of flame behind them)

Eliot: Yeah, it's exciting, isn’t it?

Irena: yes.

Eliot: That guy's our special-effects guy. He ain't all there.

friendship means gently bullying each other

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Parker (sits down near prop truck): This is ridiculous.

Hardison (sits down next to her with fake gun): Tell me about it. We’re supposed to believe these are real?

Parker: This is what he expects me to do, fetch scripts and water?

Hardison: No, it's a trust thing. He just needs to know that you’re gonna go along with the game plan.

Parker: Yeah, yeah. I get it; we're a team.

Hardison: A little more than a team. I’m just saying

this was such a big episode for parker and her opening up to the team (hardison in specific)

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Hardison (picks up papers): Sophie, are you -- seriously, Sophie. It was supposed to be a two-page scene between Irina and a boy.

(Eliot grabs pages)

Sophie: That’s still the heart of it.

Eliot: "The heart of it"? There’s like 10 pages here! You have a stunt. You have special effects.

Parker: "Sister Magda crosses and gets a loaf of bread." Wait, who's sister Magda?

(Sophie rolls out dramatically wearing a nun’s costume while ethereal music is playing)

Hardison: Tell me you didn't see that coming.

(Eliot grabs the pages and walks away)

sophie: is dramatic

eliot: surprised pikachu face

hardison: ??? were you expecting something else

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Sophie: Listen. All right, look, look -- look at all this. This is my world, okay? You need -- you need someone to, I don't know, crawl through an air duct, you call Parker. Bash her head in - Eliot. Internet porn -- Hardison. If you need someone to take over a movie, then...

Nate: yes, an -- an actor. Right

sOpHiE bRuH

poor hardison, he never gets enough credit

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Nate: And... cut!

(everyone claps, Sophie sits up, smiling)

Eliot: She can't act.

Nate: She can act when it's an act.

Eliot (going to Sophie): Unbelievable.

Sophie Really?! Really?!

Eliot: Yeah, really. It was great.

eliot is such a supportive friend because literally his jaw dropped at her acting and literally the first thing he did when they said cut was rush over to her and compliment her

eliot is secretly a hype man disguised in many layers of gruff

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Hardison: Just take it slow until she leads you to Luca.

Parker: I can't believe they sent you to babysit me.

Hardison: I’m here on my own

hardison cares about her so quickly I’m soft

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parker’s haunted look and glassy eyes when she stumbles into the room with all the children? her heavy breathing? how she has to brace herself on a bed frame so that she doesn’t fall over? heartbreaking

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[Harbor]

(van pulls to a stop and Parker and Hardison get out, Parker pacing nervously)

Parker: This isn't just an adoption scam.

Hardison: I know. I already called Nate.

Parker: These are arms dealers, and they're using the orphanage for cover.

Hardison: I already called Nate. Now, look, we can go over this with the others back at the hotel.

Parker: We have to bail.

Hardison: No. no, no, no. What about Luca and the others? We can't leave them like that.

Parker: Why not?

Hardison: You don't mean that.

Parker: You think this is the only crappy orphanage in this place? This is a country full of orphans, okay? We can't save them all.

Hardison: No, but we can save this one. Parker, we can -- we can save this one. Look, I know growing up was tough. I-I know that you -- you grew up in the system. It was -- it was bad. I know. It was, it was worse than bad, but that doesn't mean that all foster parents are monsters. Mine wasn't.

Parker: You grew up with your grandmother.

Hardison: We called her "nana," but she was our foster mom. She, uh... she -- she would cuss like a sailor. The old girl would tan your ass just as soon as look at you. But -- but she fed us, she bathed us, she put a roof over our head. And, oh, she would raise hell if you so much as looked at us crooked.

Parker: Yeah?

Hardison: Yeah.

Parker: Well, you were lucky. No. We’ll put these kids in the system, and odds are, they're gonna -- they're gonna... (trying not to cry) they're gonna turn out like me.

Hardison: I like how you turned out.

(Parker breathes hard, getting control of herself)

Hardison: Let’s go

this whole conversation was a lot meta wise but also this was one of the real defining moments in their relationship in s1. it’s also one of the first times parker starts to open up to the team for real, even if it’s only hardison

also, I personally will never get over the “I like how you turned out”

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Hardison: I ran humpty and dumpty through the usual databases. Chechen separatists. Seriously bad dudes.

(Eliot chuckles)

Hardison: After reading their bios, I don't think I’m ever gonna sleep again.

Eliot: Never tell a Chechen his sister has a nice smile. Trust me

eliot is an idiot

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Nate: Okay, let's go. (leads Luca forward)

Sophie (in Serbian): Everything’s going to be okay. Do you understand?

Eliot: Maybe this will help.

(Eliot leads Luca over to the Mortons)

Dana: Hi, Luca. Do you remember us?

(Luca smiles, Dana hugs him)

Dana: Thank you.

Joe: Thank you so much. Come on.

(The Mortons and Luca get in their car)

Eliot: I got to tell you, I had my doubts at first, this feels pretty good

and the eliot-being-soft-around-kids saga B E G I N S

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parker trying her best to translate but just making the kids giggle

“men will sadden you” same

and what gets the kids up and going? Haagen-Dazs

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fierce, determined parker beating up scumbags is my sexuality

parker isn’t violent a lot in terms of being anywhere close to the team’s fighter/hitter, but she fights so hard for the kids in this episode and it’s one of the only times we see her fight fight and that shows just how much she cares

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Parker: Shh, shh, be quiet, they have armed guards at that door.

(door bursts open and a man falls through. Eliot stands in the doorway, looking angry)

Sophie: No, they don't

her team always has her back, even if they’re angry at her trying to go at it alone

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parker spreading herself out to cover as much space as possible, bracing herself to get shot over and over with the hopes that at least none of the kids will im-

she’s so selfless sksjdnnsns

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eliot being all gruff that things happened the way they did but smiling at the exploding building because they did it and the kids were safe

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THE FUCKING PROP TRUCK PLAYING SPOOKY AND WEREWOLF NOISES AS THEY DRIVE AWAY JUST TO MOCK THEM

bonus: nate’s “anD CUT”

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Parker: Hey, how did you know I’d be at the orphanage?

Nate: Thank Hardison for that. (follows Eliot)

Hardison: You know you could have gotten killed. Did -- did you even have an exit strategy?

Parker: I didn't really think that far ahead.

Hardison: You don't work alone anymore. You know that, right?

Parker: I know.

Hardison: We're a team…?

Parker: We're a little more than a team.

this important conversation but also HARDISONS SMILE

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Parker: (gets on the van) Hey, Nate. I have to tell you something.

Nate: What is it?

Parker: We have to stop at Hagen Daaz.

Children: Hagen Daaz!!!

after all that they deserve like a billion pints of ice cream

#leverage #the stork job #leverage 1.06 #leverage 1x06 #notable moments #mine #leverage season 1 #season 1

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