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joontier · 3 years

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Parallel Palpitations | V1; report i

pairings: dr. park jimin x female reader

chapter rating: NC-17 | genre: romance, slice of life, humor

warnings: none to note

word count: 2k

g/n: this is just an intro basically ksjdfksjdf but i’d also like to inform yalls this coincides with the Subliminal in Scrubs universe (jk’s installment of TWA)

Parallel Palpitations (the records) | navi. | m.list

Closing his locker with his foot, Jimin tries to carefully balance his books placed precariously on top of each other in his arms as he walks back to the dean’s office where he’s also arranging most of his stuff to take home. It’s already been a week since he’d officially graduated medicine from Busan National University, and he had only kept going back to school to gather all his belongings so he could start reviewing.

“Jimin, is that you?” The question almost knocks clumsy Jimin off his feet, surprised at how there was still any other person in the office besides Kyungjo who was also collecting his stuff to take home. Jimin sets all of his books down first on a desk and turns, only to come face to face with none other than Jeon Jungmin himself, associate professor and chairman of the Jeon Medical Center.

“Professor Jeon! Good evening Sir...It’s already late, professor?”

Jeon Jungmin laughs, patting Jimin on the back, “I was going to say the same to you kid. You should go home.” Jimin flashes the older man a small smile, “Ah...yes, Professor. I’m just grabbing the last of my stuff then I’ll be on my way. This won’t take long.”

“It’s fine, Jimin. The staff know you well anyways,” Jungmin sighs, then rests his weight on a pillar as he puts his hands in his pockets. “You know, Jimin...you’re a very bright student...I think even one of the best in Korea if I do say so myself.”

The young man momentarily pauses with what he’s doing, taking in the professor’s words, “Oh, I think that’s a bit of an exaggeration, Sir.”

Jungmin chuckles as he shakes his head. “It’s true - you’re driven and you’re smart. It’s a fixed formula for someone who achieves great success in life later on. Your parents must be very proud. I would be too, if you were my son too.”

“Thank you, Professor. Everything I do, I do for my parents.”

The older man lets out a deep exhale and gives Jimin another pat on the back. “Just wanted to let you know that you’re going to be a fine doctor Jimin - and the Jeon Medical Center would definitely need fine doctors like you. I realized I shouldn’t be telling you this, but I really hope you will choose JMC for your post-graduate internship. We have a good program here,” Jungmin’s voice goes down to a whisper, “If you wish to, just let me know…”

Someone enters the office and bows to the both of them and recognizes the same man as the professor’s driver. The man collects the professor’s briefcase and coat with one nod of Jungmin. “Well, I’ll head off first, Jimin. I can give you a ride home if you’re done with those.”

Jimin shakes his head quickly, declining the one and only Jeon Jungmin’s generous offer. He’s unsure about the other offer though, but if he lets himself get a car ride home with the chairman himself, the latter might take it as a favorable answer to his proposal to which Jimin is still undecided. “No thank you Sir. I’ll be alright. This might still take a while after all,” Jimin says with an awkward laugh, tapping the top of the stack which was rivaling Jimin’s height.

“Alright Jimin. Get back home safely. And I...hope to see you again very soon.”

Jimin gives him a curt nod. “Good night, Professor.”

He continues on with his remaining tasks, wanting to finish quickly so he could finally go home and rest. “Is he gone?” Kyungjo’s voice startles Jimin, the book in his hands nearly causing the tower of books to collapse. “My god! Stop doing that!” Jimin scolds his friend as it wasn’t the first time Kyungjo’s sleuthing had given Jimin a fright.

“Yeah, he left already. You done with your stuff?”

“Uh-huh. All set and ready to step into the real world,” Kyungjo replies, waving his hands in the air. Jimin narrows his eyes at the other boy, judging him silently. Kyungjo has a particular inclination towards alcohol and Jimin wonders if today was one of the days where his friend indulges himself yet once again.

“Have you heard about his actual son? What was the kid’s name again...uh…” Kyungjo snaps his fingers in mid-air as Jimin asks what was the issue with the chairman’s son, likewise reminding Kyungjo it wasn’t best to talk about it in the dean’s office. “Ah! Yes, Jeon Jungkook. Heard that their relationship got so bad that Jungkook completely cut himself off from the family once he graduated high school and went to Yonsei instead of BNU because of his daddy issues.”

Jimin, unsure how to handle and process that kind of information, simply shakes his head at Kyungjo. “It’s wrong to gossip about other people's lives like that.” When Jimin looks over at his friend, Kyungjo is no longer listening, fumbling with the remote as he turns up the volume of the office television.

“In other news today, two thousand five hundred sixty one students of Seoul National University graduated this afternoon 25th of February, 2023. The ceremony was held at COEX Convention Center in Samsung-dong, Seoul to accommodate the number of graduates this year. With a yearly average of at least two thousand three hundred graduates, this year’s commencement ceremony records the highest number of graduates in the history of the national university.

“Not only did they record the highest number of alumni, but this year also marks the first year to have a foreign national graduate as the school’s valedictorian.” Jimin is listening just as intently as Kyungjo now with both boys focused on the TV screen. “Jeong Yeorum, also known as Summer Jeong by her colleagues, graduates with flying colors today from Seoul National University’s College of Medicine. Here is part of her valedictory speech this afternoon.”

A girl appears on screen and she stands behind the podium with a bright and reassuring smile on her face. “As we embark on the journey of the rest of our lives, I implore you all, to do what you love, because I believe it’s what you’ll do best. There will be countless times of trial, but keep in mind that perseverance will always prevail. Always aim for the moon, because even if you miss, you’ll land among the stars. Class of 2023, good luck. And remember, graduation is only the beginning.”

“Wow!” Kyungjo claps his hands enthusiastically as he marvels at the girl. “The twenty-six year old, who along with her family migrated to South Korea back in 2015 when her father was reassigned to an office here in Seoul. The valedictorian says she’s not entirely foreign to Korea as her paternal grandmother is actually a native of Jeju. Jeong Yeorum then attended a co-ed high school in Mapo District, where she likewise finished her secondary education with academic distinction.”

The reporters, equally impressed with the girl’s achievements, couldn’t help but add their own comments to the news report, “Wow...I guess some people are simply born for greatness.”

“I agree with you there, Dongho-ssi. We might be looking at the next Bae Jeonjoo, the only woman in the group of doctors who pioneered neurosurgery in South Korea. Ms. Jeong Yeorum, if you are seeing this, we’re rooting for your promising career. Fighting!”

As soon as the news anchors proceed to report other news, Kyungko turns off the television and mentions the time. “Well, she was pretty cute, wasn’t she? Totally my type! Maybe when we get to Seoul to review, we’ll get the chance to meet her...and make her my girlfriend!”

Jimin rolls his eyes at Kyungjo, placing a firm grip on the shoulder, “My friend...you are either drunk, hungry, or high. Either way, you should go home. Don’t worry about me, I’ll just close up here.”

Kyungjo shrugs his shoulders. “You’ll still go, right? To Seoul?”

“I will. Don’t worry.” Jimin gives the other boy a reassuring nod.

“Still half half with the rent, a’ight? I’ll be counting on you, Jiminie...and don’t let me down. Also, tell me when you’re leaving for Seoul so I know when I’m not supposed to bring hot city girls home...they have the tendency to be...loud sometimes.”

This boy was definitely high, and whatever substance he’s taking, Jimin wants none of it.

“That’s your cue, Kyungjo. Go home and take a cab instead.”

“I can drive! I’m not high or drunk!” Kyungjo puts his hands up in the air in defense. “Hey, look, I can even moonwalk!” He proceeds to dance wildly as he exits the office, leaving Jimin questioning how he even became acquainted with Kyunjo in the first place.

You barely hear the sound of your name being called on stage when the audio of Hoseok’s loud whooping completely dulls that of your professor’s. “Oppa! Nobody would be able to make out my name with your audio input!” Playfully shoving your cousin’s phone back into his hands, you continue to mumble your complaints about the poor video quality.

Indignant with your words, Hoseok retorts, “Hey! I’m not a professional videographer, alright? What’s important is the actual moment happening and not how the moment was captured!” Hoseok hooks an arm over your neck, bringing your head to his chest as he gives you a noogie. “Oppa, my hair!!”

Pulling yourself away from his grasp, you quickly pat your hair down but not delivering a solid smack on Hoseok’s back. As you’re fixing your hair, you weren’t able to put much thought into where you were walking, ultimately, and accidentally bumping into someone in a blue and black graduation robe similar to yours.

Quickly, you look up, apologizing profusely at the person. “Oh! I’m so sorry- I…” “It’s okay,” the guy smiles a little, “_________, right?” You’re sure the surprise is evident in your face when he mentions your name when he barely even talked to you during the entirety of med school. “Yes! I mean...hello, Jungkook..” Clearing your throat, you quickly think of something to divert the impending awkward silence, “Well...um, congratulations to you for graduating as the batch valedictorian!” It now dawns on you that he really did graduate on top of the class, “Wow! You’re real smart!” comes your thoughts, unconsciously voicing them out.

‘You’re real smart?’ Really? That’s the best you could’ve done?

Jungkook chuckles, slightly taken-aback by your audible observation. “Oh yeah...um, thanks.” From behind you, you hear Hoseok clear his throat before speaking up. “Hello!” You hang your head low momentarily, already imagining Hoseok making fun of you later for this.

“Right, Jungkook, this is my cousin, Jung Hoseok. Oppa, this is my classmate - Jeon Jungkook.” The two men shake their hands briefly before Jungkook speaks up, “Well, I’ve got to go now. Congratulations to you too Soomin. And Jung Hoseok-ssi.”

As soon as Jungkook gets out of your sight, Hoseok nudges you with his elbow. “Please tell me that man was Jeon Jungmin’s son,” he says, shaking his head in disbelief. Nodding your head, you raise an eyebrow at him.

“Got a crush on the dude?” Oh god. Here we go again.

“No! Jeez.”

“Why were you so awkward around him then?”

“We barely talked in class. Hell, I don’t even think we were within at least fifty meters from each other.”

“But he’s a handsome man?”

“Maybe you’re the one that’s got a crush on him?”

Hoseok glares at you.

“Do you think maybe you’d know which hospital he might be interested in taking his PGI? Woocheon perhaps?”

It’s your turn to glare at him. “I told you. This incident was only one of our very few interactions ever. I think the last time he talked to me was when he borrowed a pencil during a class and that’s it.”

“Well...if you’d discover where, let me know. Because if he does apply for Woocheon, and we’d happen to get the girl from SNU too....” Hoseok nods his head slowly, stroking his chin “Woocheon will have the A-Team interns this year, you included.”

You roll your eyes, resting your arm against the car door that Hoseok opens for you, “You really think that’s going to pay for you ruining my hair?”

“No, but you’re going to thank me if Woocheon manages to snag the dream team!”

#jimin x reader #btswritingcafe #bangtanarmynet #btsghostie #park jimin #bts aus #bts fic #park jimin x reader #jimin fluff #doctors au

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strawberryaziraphale · 3 years

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reddie + office christmas party

“Kaspbrak!”

Eddie looked up, forcing a polite smile at his boss who’d just barged his way into his office. He’d been dreading this moment all week. The invite to the office’s annual Christmas do. He’d always hated it but suffered through it for Myra who just loved the attention. Now, though, things were different. Very different. And he still didn’t want to go.

“John, I know what you’re going to say-”

“Come on, it’s just once a year,” the older man laughed, leaning against the door casually. Eddie gritted his teeth; this conversation wasn’t about to end any time soon, “you can even bring your new little lady.”

Eddie had been about to snap a firm no but now he was just confused, “little lady?”

“Don’t give me that, you can’t hide that spring in your step, that look in your eye. Everyone’s noticed you’re totally getting some,” John smirked lecherously, looking like he’d figured out the secrets of the universe. Oh, they’d assumed Richie was a woman. He’d find it funny if he wasn’t annoyed at being the subject of office gossip, “so you’ll be there.”

He must have nodded in his shock and confusion because the next thing he knew John was grinning and giving him the details of the venue the company had selected. Always some hotel somewhere, plenty of drinks flowing and all the food you could eat. He sighed. Richie was going to love this.

“My office is having a Christmas party,” was the first thing he miserably uttered as he entered the flat. Richie, sprawled on the couch surrounded by tour details as usual, barely looked up.

“Hi, honey, how was your day?”

“Great,” Eddie dropped his briefcase and loosened his tie, approaching the couch. Richie barely moved his legs in time before Eddie collapsed next to him, “oh, wait, no. Because my boss invited us to the Christmas party.”

“Sweet,” Richie closed his laptop and wriggled into a sitting position, fixing his glasses, “I’ve got this new light up reindeer sweater I wanna wear. I think the office stiffs will love it.”

Eddie didn’t know how to tell him he hated the companies gatherings. It was all formal, boring old men talking about their yachts and mistresses. He decided to change the subject, “they think I’ve got a girlfriend. Apparently you can’t hide the fact you’re ‘getting some’.”

Richie was quiet for a moment, clearly thinking about something, “well, I’m sure I can find a light up reindeer dress if you want.”

“No, it’s okay,” Eddie smiled, leaning over and hugging Richie, tucking his head onto his shoulder. Richie kissed the top of his head.

“We don’t have to go, babe,” Richie said softly, stroking Eddie’s arm up and down, “it’s cool. We’ve got nothing to prove.”

“Really?”

“‘course,” Richie scoffed, reaching for Eddie’s chin to tilt his head towards him, “I’m not so insecure as to think it’s because you’re ashamed of me or us. We’ve done all that shit. We’re better than that.”

Eddie leaned up to kiss him, ruffling his hair playfully as he did so, “I am so not ashamed of you and would parade you everywhere if I could,” and then he thought about it. It would be hilarious and wonderful to rub his happiness with Richie in the faces of the assholes he worked with. He grinned, “you know what? Fuck it. Let’s go.”

“Fuck yeah, it’ll be a laugh,” he sat up, taking Eddie with him. He kissed the tip of his nose, “I wanna meet this dick Kyle you keep on about. He can catch these gay hands.”

Eddie laughed, pulling him into a soft kiss, “I love you.”

“Babe, I want you to be real with me,” Richie said all serious in the elevator of the party venue. Eddie didn’t like it when Richie was serious, he wasn’t used to it. He bit his lip nervously, nodding for him to continue. Richie sighed, “sex jokes. On or off the table?”

Eddie breathed a sigh of relief, resisting the urge to elbow Richie right in Rudolph’s stupid red nose on his sweater. He composed himself, shaking hi s head, “I know they’re a bunch of assholes but I still have to work with them.”

“Just a little one?”

“Jesus...”

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Richie said smugly, proudly taking Eddie’s hand as the elevator doors opened to their floor.

Richie was used to people staring a pointing at him, the whispering and people trying to figure out if it was actually him. Eddie, meanwhile, was still not used to being with someone famous and he fought the urge to hide behind Richie. Plus, he loved the attention and thrived; He made a show of theatrically bidding Eddie goodbye to fetch their drinks, kissing his hand like an Austen hero before sauntering off. Immediately, Eddie’s colleagues were upon him like a pack of vultures.

“Was that Richie Tozier you were with, Kaspbrak?”

“Uh, yeah...” Eddie muttered, staring off in the direction Richie had disappeared to. He could barely since thanks to the small crowd that had gathered around him, “yeah, he’s my...boyfriend.”

To his surprise, his colleagues didn’t shrink away in disgust or start calling him the names he hadn’t heard since childhood. In fact, they all looked impressed and bombarded him with questions, insisting they’d always been a fan. Vultures indeed. Thankfully, Richie was back in a flash, his light up sweater flashing proudly as he handed him his drink, slinging an arm around Eddie’s shoulder.

“You’re dating Richie Tozier?” The younger intern, Kyle, stared wide eyed, putting on the suck up a little too strong. As Eddie nodded proudly, smiling up at his man, the other man stepped forward, seizing Richie’s hand and shaking it enthusiastically, “I’m a big fan.”

“Thanks,” Richie awkwardly took his hand back, looking around at his captive audience. Real or fake, he was taking his opportunity, “but seriously, that’s shits nothing. I do my best stuff right here,” he ended his wild gesture by smacking Eddie’s ass, winking proudly at his dumb joke.

Eddie’s colleagues fell about laughing, guffawing like they’d heard the funniest joke in the world. Rolling his eyes at the pathetic display of his desperate colleagues, Eddie turned to Richie.

“That was it. I think their heads might explode if you mention anymore about our sex life.”

Richie snorted, leading Eddie away from his colleagues and towards the dance floor, “worth it.”

“That was the best Christmas party I’ve ever been to,” Eddie was laughing, his head fuzzy from the champagne Richie had been plying him with all night. He wasn’t much better off, leaning against the back wall of the elevator, trying his hardest not to puke. Thank God they’d booked a room in advance, “I thought they were gonna, like, pass out from the effort of not being homophobic.”

“They were trying so hard,” Richie giggled, gesturing wildly around the elevator, “I-I only saw a couple of twitching eyes when I mentioned how great sucking dick is.”

“The fake proposal was the best bit,” Eddie was on cloud nine. He’d remember the confused faces of his colleagues for many more Christmases to come. Richie snorted, stumbling after Eddie out of the elevator.

“What makes you so sure it was fake?”

“Because, and I mean this Richard Tozier, you,” he booped Richie’s nose, kissing it afterwards, “you are not proposing marriage to me in some sleazy hotel venue room in front of all my fake fucking homophobic colleagues.”

“Hmm,” Richie took hold of Eddie’s hand, leading him towards their hotel room. He didn’t say anything else and Eddie wondered if he’d offended. For one horrible moment, he considered it might have actually been genuine. He was about to apologise when Richie stopped them, suddenly looking a lot more sober, “what about in a lavishly decorated hotel room in front of our very best friends?”

As he spoke, Richie pushed the door open to reveal their room covered in rose petals, balloons and candles. A laptop was set up on the table, displaying all their friends on Zoom, each of them waving enthusiastically. Eddie was far too tipsy for this, he decided as he started to tear up. He was full on crying by the time Richie fell to one knee, holding out a sparkling engagement ring.

“Edward Kaspbrak, will you marry me?”

Eddie nodded, wiping away tears as he eagerly answered his new fiance, “yeah. Yes, Richie, I will marry you.”

He could faintly hear the Losers cheering in the background but he was too lost in Richie to notice. He’d thank them all properly when he wasn’t quite so busy. They separated after a long moment, resting their foreheads together. Eventually, Richie headed to the laptop and crouched in front of it.

“Alright, you lot, shows over. I don’t think my fiance wants to broadcast a live porn show.”

The last thing the Losers heard before the laptop was closed was a very embarrassed ‘Richie!’

#I've had this idea for a while but I'm not sure about it now. it sounded better in my draft #richie x eddie #reddie #eddie x richie #reddie fanfic #my writing

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leverage-ot3 · 4 years

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notable moments from The Rundown Job

leverage 5.09

the HEART EYES in parker and eliot’s eyes as they watch hardison crack the code of the vault is my religion

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Hardison: Kiss for luck?

Parker: Who needs luck?

confident baby

- - - - -

(Parker begins doing elaborate moves and turns to get through the lasers, quickly reaching the far wall)

Hardison: I never get tired of that

THE HANDSHAKE BETWEEN HARDISON AND ELIOT BC THEY LOVE THEIR BADASS GIRLFRIEND

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Parker (opens a case to reveal it is full of diamonds): Oh! Bup-bup.

(Eliot snaps at Parker to get her attention)

Hardison: Eight new schools. Okay, take care, sister Agnes. (hangs up)

(Parker closes the case and gives it to Eliot for mailing as Hardison dials the phone)

Hardison: Hey, Nate, we’re done in D.C. We’re flying back tomorrow. See you.

Parker: They’re so shiny. Couldn’t I have just kept one?

Hardison: Road to redemption, Parker. Just think how good it’s gonna feel when you get that Christmas card from those orphans. Hell, we may even get Eliot to smile.

parker deserves all the shiny things

“the road to redemption” THEY CHANGE TOGETHER

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Riley: Why’d you quit, anyway? (pushes button again)

Eliot: Started running with some different people...

(Riley pushes button again but it doesn’t seem to be working)

Eliot: Like a hacker...

(Hardison enters room and nods. Riley pulls a gun from his drawer and shoots toward Eliot, but the gun is empty)

Eliot: And a thief.

(Parker taps on Riley’s head. He turns. She is holding the clip and a bullet from his gun)

Parker: Click. (tosses clip and bullet on table)

eliot “I started running with some different people” spencer loves his partners and I adore that with my whole (whole) heart

- - - - -

Eliot: Good night.

(Parker stuns Riley, who slumps on the desk)

I’m glad they’re enabling her tasering obsession

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Eliot (checks his watch): I’m gonna keep her alive. You guys find a way to get her out of here.

Hardison: With what? I…

Eliot (walks away): You stole a Michelangelo with tinfoil and chewing gum. Figure it out!

eliot is like bitch please you’re smarter than this

- - - - -

the way the three of them back up to each other, covering their backs ,,,

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Hardison: This is a violation of my constitutional rights.

Vance: You’re Alec Hardison. You cracked the Pentagon servers when you were 12. N.S.A. has a file on you a mile long.

Hardison: Do they? What do they say about me? I hope they gave me a cool nickname.

Vance: Parker here... No file on you, which is...

(Parker appears to be sleeping)

Vance: Is she asleep?

Eliot: She bores easy. What do you got on us?

hardison probably does have a cool nickname

also I LOVE how they still have no clue about parker

eliot being like “she bored easy” 🤷🏼‍♀️ the MARRIEDNESS

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Hardison: Y-you’re talking about stopping a terrorist attack in an afternoon. We’d need all your intel.

Vance: That truck back at the crime scene... It’s an N.S.A. Mobile response intelligence unit–

Hardison: With the Schneier cryptography system and the j-dam satellite uplink? That... I know nothing about, ‘cause that would be treason and wrong. (to Vance) Are you for real

hardison: I wouldn’t know anything about that because that wouLd Be TrEaSoN

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Vance: So, you grab the truck... (moves to sit by Eliot) Hell... Your girlfriend’s already out of her cuffs.

(Parker sits up holding the handcuffs and tosses them to Vance)

...they didn’t deny that parker was eliot’s girlfriend. they didn’t bother to correct him because it is, in fact, true that she is both their girlfriends. in this essay I will-

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Agent: No, I can’t let you in the truck.

Hardison: A gigabyte gone... your job, gone.

Agent: Security clearances.

Hardison: You’re not gonna let who...

Eliot: What are we, terrorists? Okay, that was my plan was to come here, show you a real badge that I somehow got, and then bring somebody crazy to break into a secure vehicle? We’re gonna move this down the block. He’s gonna spend about an hour doing spot-checks on databases. I showed you my badge. Man, here, take my badge. (tosses it to Agent) Call it in. I got to deal with this guy

it’s funny because it’s true

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Hardison: It’s got every database... N.S.A., CIA, FBI. It’s got hard backdoors into most commercial systems, live feeds into every security camera on the grid. Man, if this wasn’t such a gross violation of our civil liberties, I would be in love right now.

they never stop calling out the government and I’m Here For It™

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Parker: Where do we start?

Eliot: We start with getting you two on a plane out of here. You didn’t sign up for this. Trust me.

Hardison: And you? You’re going to handle this by yourself? Come on, she’s a lady, man. She needs the right touch. What you gonna do with your big punching hands... Punch the screens? No.

Parker: We agreed we all change. Better or worse, we change together.

Eliot (after a moment): What do they got on the gunman?

ELIOT JUST WANTS HIS PARTNERS SAFE

also,,, for better or worse, we change together??? BITCH THOSE ARE WEDDING VOWS

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Parker: Do you know why you bring a cooler full of ice to a robbery? No? I do. Everything we need to know is in that basement. I’ll drive.

Hardison: Hold on.

Eliot: Exactly.

Hardison: No, hold on. (holds on to table)

Eliot: Oh, you... oh, hell, man (sits down in chair across from Hardison. the van horn honks twice and eliot looks around, fumbling) No seat belts up in this thing- (looks at Hardison) d-do you got a seat belt?

Hardison: No, uh-uh, hold the wall (holds the wall)

eliot and hardison being exhausted boyfriends at parker’s reckless driving, I love this song

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Parker: How do you lose track of a whole laboratory?

Eliot: There’s over 200 tons of uranium missing from the United States nuclear storage.

Hardison: The air force lost a hydrogen bomb off the coast of Georgia.

Eliot: Countries are big things, Parker. A lot of secrets slip through the cracks.

wow I love knowing these things and having to live with it

- - - - -

Hardison: The Spanish flu killed 50 million people during World War I, and now somebody’s got it. (opens door)

Parker: Look, we can do this. Just treat it like any another job.

Hardison: This isn’t just any other job.

Eliot: All right, all right. Stay focused.

Hardison: I focused! That bug in there killed 50 million people! 50! And that was when the population was lower.

Parker: Now?

Hardison: Now? 150 million people. 150 million dead. Hey, we’re thieves, man, and we’re good at what we do, but this is way, way out of our league. And you expect us to go catch some psycho with a city killer? A country killer?

Eliot: You scared?

Hardison: You’re damn right.

(Hardison turns to enter the truck but Eliot grabs his wrist, holding him back)

Eliot: I’m not. I got the best thief And the smartest guy I know chasing this guy.

(Hardison looks at Parker, but Eliot grabs his head and pulls him back)

Eliot: Hey, listen to me. You’re smartest man I’ve ever known, Hardison. I need that brain to get me to him. ‘Cause you know if I lay my hands on him, it’s done. Get me to him. (lets Hardison go)

tHe WaY hE gRaBs HaRdiSoN’S fACE

eliot knows hardison is spiraling but he also knows how to get him out of it because he knows hardison like the back of his hand and knows how to get through to him

THEY LOVE EACH OTHER

- - - - -

there are so many good ot3 shots in this episode it brings me so much joy

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parker climbs hardison like a T R E E to turn off that detonator as eliot provides counterbalance

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Eliot: Did it work?

Hardison: I... I don’t know. I’m trying to get the phone speaker.

Vance (on phone): Move, move, move! Get to cover! Pull everyone back to the perimeter!

Eliot: Ohh! My boy! (hugs Hardison) That is what I’m talking about!

tHe HuG, yOuR hOnOR

- - - - -

they really be playing grand theft auto in this one

- - - - -

(Udall fires toward the trio and they dive for cover. Eliot and Parker look at each other and nod. Parker looks at Hardison)

Parker: For luck.

(Parker kisses Hardison, then she and Eliot nod at each other. Parker grabs the briefcase and runs off the train while Eliot runs toward Udall. Hardison goes after Parker, and Udall shoots Eliot in the leg. Eliot reaches Udall and punches him, knocking him out. Hardison continues after Parker, who stops and opens the briefcase)

F O R L U C K

also high key the look parker and eliot share? it had the same vibes as “we do the things that they can’t, won’t”

parker high key kissing hardison “for luck” but also kissing him because eliot can’t

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Hardison: Yeah. Yeah, that’ll do... that’ll do it. (he pulls her into his arms) Don’t do that to me. I can’t lose you. Do you understand? I can’t lose you. Don’t scare me like that.

Parker: Yeah.

Hardison: I can’t

he loves her so, so much

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Vance: Promise you’ll at least consider working with us again.

Eliot: I work with them now.

Vance: Honor among thieves?

Eliot: Something like that. (walks away)

something like that,,, HE LOVES THEM, YOUR HONOR

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Vance: World can always use some more good guys.

Parker: Yeah, well, too bad we’re the bad guys

smh, “sometimes the bad guys are the best good guys”

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Parker: You’re shot. You should go to the hospital.

Eliot: I don’t do hospitals. (drops crutch)

Hardison: I told you. He takes getting shot very lightly

he drops his crutch to lean on parker and hardison THIS IS NOT A DRILL

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after watching this episode, I agree with y’all wholeheartedly that this was an ot3 GOLDMINE

edit: also, notice how much is written in pink (the colorcode for ot3 notes and meta). like, more than half of it. because LITERALLY ALL OF THIS IS OT3 MATERIAL

#leverage #leverage 5.09 #leverage 5x09 #The Rundown Job #notable moments #mine #leverage season 5 #season 5

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wildflowerirwin · 4 years

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Love Is War - m.c. Ch 2

Summary: When yeeyee meets a punk rock wannabe

Rating: PG-13

Words: 2.6k

Warnings: swearing

Michael woke up late into the afternoon, his head only slightly throbbing. He grabbed his phone off his nightstand and pulled his blankets up to his chin. He yawned as he opened Twitter, scrolling down through his timeline. Pictures of himself and Kaela were all that he could see. There were thousands of tweets proclaiming them as a new couple. Michael chewed on his lip as he swiped through the pictures of them together. There were pictures of them at the party, at the gas station, and kissing on the curb. Mike had to admit, he did find her rather gorgeous, even sober. He was pulled from his thoughts by his phone ringing, the caller-ID lighting up with ‘Tall, Dark, and Fucking Annoying.’ Michael sighed and tapped the little green button. “Yes?”

“Afternoon, Clifford. I trust you’ve had a good night’s sleep.” The deep voice of Martin, the head of Modest!Management, rang through the phone.

“Yeah, I had a nightmare where you called me. Oh, wait..” Michael’s tone dripped with sarcasm.

“Very funny.” Martin rolled his eyes. “After your stunt last night, we’ll need you to come down the office. We have some damage control to fix this. Be down here by 6.” Martin said, hanging up before Michael could argue. He reluctantly got up and got dressed, heading down to the management office. He walked inside and into the conference room, his eyes landing on Kaela’s icy blue ones.

“Kaela?” Michael raised an eyebrow as he sat across from her.

“Hi, Mike.” Kaela smiled softly.

“What’s this all about?” Michael asked, looking at Martin and Scott as they sat at the head of the table.

“It’s about the reaction to the two of you being together last night.” Martin said, pulling up a chart on the screen on the wall. “Fans have been going crazy since seeing you two together. Album sales have skyrocketed. Both of you have had increased site traffic and a 2% raise in social media followers.”

“Okay, so why are we here?” Michael asked, rolling his eyes slightly.

“For the time being, you two are going to be dating. Here is a schedule for upcoming public outings.” Scott said, handing both of them a packet. “In here, you’ll find the dates and times of all important sightings, such as: dinner dates, walks in the park, movie nights. You’ll also find outfit recommendations and requirements.”

“You want us to fake date?” Michael asked, looking at the two men.

“Essentially, yes.” Martin nodded. “Not forever, just until things settle down.”

“As long as this doesn’t ruin either of our careers when it ends, I’m fine with it.” Kaela said, leaning back in her chair as she twisted it from side to side.

“Kaela, please, keep your chair still.” Martin sighed, looking at Kaela.

“You give me a swively chair and expect me not to swivel? Yeah right, Marty.” Kaela shook her head and continued twisting.

“Whatever, you two can go, as soon as you sign these contracts. Your lawyers have already given the approval on the terms.” Tory said, sliding both of them a packet of papers.

“For the record, I don’t think this is going to work the way you all think it will.” Michael sighed, clicking his pen a few times as he read the first page of the contract. “I’m not a fan of that yeeyee shit, and I know a majority of my fans aren’t either.”

“Are you not the one who said your Spotify wrapped exposed you as a yeeyee?” Kaela asked, crossing her arms.

“Yes, but I’m a closet yeeyee. I can’t have my fans knowing that I’m an actual yeeyee.” He shrugged as he continued to flip through the contract.

“Whatever, just sign the contract so we can get out of here.” Kaela shook her head and signed her name on the line. Michael sighed and signed his name, sliding the contract back to Martin.

“Alright, your schedules are on pages 3 through 8 of the packet. We will send you text reminders as well. If you feel like going out on a different date or time, please let us know so we can get media coverage.” Tory said, leaning back in his seat.

“You gonna plan out every kiss for us too?” Michael rolled his eyes.

“No, you two do a fine job locking lips on your own.” Tory rolled his eyes back. “Just try to follow the schedule, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Mike sighed. “Are we done here? Like, can I go?”

“Yes, we are done. You’re both free to go.” Martin shook his head and packed the signed contracts into his briefcase. Michael and Kaela stood from their chairs and walked out of the room.

“What are your dinner plans?” Michael asked her as they waited for the elevator.

“Was gonna make an entire box of spaghetti and eat it while watching the same 4 movies on repeat.” She shrugged, scratching her eyebrow lightly.

“As fun as that sounds, why don’t you come with me tonight? It’s game night at Luke’s place.” He said, stepping into the elevator as the doors slid open.

“You really want me to go?” Kaela asked, looking up at the tall Australian next to her.

“You’re my girlfriend now, the guys need to see us together.” Michael shrugged, glancing down at her. He knew when he was drunk that she was beautiful, but seeing her sober only confirmed it. The way her auburn hair was falling out of the bun on the top of her head, her cheeks slightly red from the warm air of the elevator.

“Alright, I’ll go with you.” She nodded, looking down at her feet.

“Great, I’ll pick you up at 6.” Michael smiled softly to himself and exited the elevator.

“Great.” Kaela muttered to herself and walked out to her car.

*** Kaela was much more nervous than she thought she’d be. She had met Michael’s bandmates before, but something felt different about this one. She stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom, looking at her outfit. “I look like a fuckin’ yeeyee..” Kaela whispered to herself. Her cut off shorts and her cowboy boots didn’t help, but they were her trademark. She sighed and looked down at her phone as a text from Michael lit up her screen. “Guess there’s no time to change.” She sighed and shoved her phone into her pocket before jogging down to the car.

“I knew you were a yeeyee, but you’re really goin’ for it with this outfit.” Michael chuckled softly as Kaela slid into the passenger seat.

“Shut up.” Kaela laughed, crossing her arms. Michael shook his head playfully as he started driving, the radio filling their silence. She glanced slowly at him as Silver Wings by Merle Haggard played back at them. “This is old school country.”

“It’s an okay song.” Michael shrugged.

“You know, I was in a movie with Tim McGraw and this song was featured on the soundtrack.” Kaela said, turning the song up slightly.

“I did see that on your Wikipedia page.” Michael nodded as he drove.

“Oh, did you stalk me?” Kaela raised an eyebrow, watching the houses pass.

“I had to learn a few things about my new girlfriend.” Michael smiled. “I needed to know about where you grew up, what the beginning of your career was like.”

“You could’ve just asked.” Kaela laughed as Michael pulled into Luke’s driveway.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Michael chuckled and got out of the car, meeting Kaela at the front door. “You nervous?”

“Extremely.” Kaela sighed, holding Michael’s hand as he pushed the door open. She followed him in and squeezed his hand as all eyes turned to them.

“The fuck?” Luke looked at Michael.

“Guys, this is my girlfriend.” He grinned, wrapping his arm around Kaela’s waist.

“Oh? You’re dating a yeeyee now?” Luke asked.

“I am dating a yeeyee and you’re gonna support me.” Michael said, bringing Kaela to the living room.

“I’ll support you if she proves herself worthy. If she can beat me at Monopoly, she’s worthy of my best friend.” Luke said, pulling out the game box.

“Oh, so you want to end my relationship before it’s even begun? What a good friend you are.” Michael huffed as he sat on the carpet next to the coffeetable.

“Y’all ready to lose or not?” Kaela asked, sitting in Michael’s lap.

“Big talk from Miss. Hick.” Ashton chuckled, handing both of them a bottle of Miller Light.

“I’m not a hick. Hicks marry their cousins.” Kaela said and took a sip of her beer, making a disgusted face. “Beer tastes like dirt.”

“Good dirt.” Calum defended.

“There’s no such thing as good dirt.” Kaela rolled her eyes. “Give me the dice, I’m going first.” Luke handed the dice to Kaela and she rolled, moving the shoe piece 4 spaces. Though the beer did in fact taste like dirt, Kaela continued to drink it.

“You don’t have to drink it, babe. I can drink it for you.” Michael said, rubbing his thumb over Kaela’s hip.

“I would like to do shots.” Kaela said, leaning back against Michael.

“Oh, she wants one of those game nights? Well, let’s give the lady what she wants.” Luke chuckled and walked over to his liquor cabinet. “I’ve got tequila, vodka, whiskey.”

“Bring them all.” Calum said. “We might as well do it all.”

“Tequila and whiskey hurt, so I’ll be doing vodka.” Michael said, taking a shot glass from Luke. Each of them filled their glasses and the shots were knocked back, each of them making faces.

“Luke, you got any soda or juice for mixers? I make the best mixed drinks.” Kaela said, looking at Luke.

“Take a look through the kitchen, take whatever you’d like.” He nodded and Kaela stood up. As she walked to the kitchen, the three boys turned and looked at Michael.

“Yes?” Michael asked, raising an eyebrow.

“You’re dating a yeeyee? For real?” Calum asked.

“She’s more than a yeeyee.” Michael sighed and set his beer down. “She’s funny and talented and so down to earth.”

“Okay, you can crawl out of her ass now.” Ashton crossed his arms. “What’s really going on with you two?”

“I’m being serious. I really like her. She’s just so real and she treats me like I’m normal.” Michael said, looking down at his lap.

“I want to see how yeeyee she gets when she’s drunk. Like how we all get very Australian when we’re drunk.” Luke said as he stood up. He walked out of the living room and joined Kaela in the kitchen, where she had an empty shot glass to her lips. “Uh, hi.” Luke said, raising an eyebrow at her.

“Hi.” Kaela blushed, setting the empty glass down on the counter.

“How many of those have you had?” Luke asked, pouring himself a glass of tequila.

“Just 3.” Kaela shrugged, making herself and Michael a fuzzy navel. “What kinds of drinks do Ashton and Calum like?”

“Ashton likes whiskey and Calum’s a tequila guy. But, I’m sure they’d drink anything you made.” Luke said, leaning against the counter.

“Right, no pressure.” Kaela sighed, making a rum and coke for both of them. Luke picked up the rum and cokes and brought them out to the living room as Kaela brought the fuzzy navels. Kaela sat back in Michael’s lap and handed him the glass.

“What’s this?” He asked, looking at the glass.

“Fuzzy navel.” Kaela said, taking a sip of her own. Michael smiled to himself and took a sip.

“I’m bored of Monopoly.” Calum said, sipping the rum and coke.

“Let’s play a drinking game.” Luke suggested, earning grins from his friends.

The drinking game consisted of watching an episode of Family Guy and drinking every time you got bored of the episode, so it didn’t take long for the five of them to feel the alcohol. “Okay, okay, what’s that dance that you yeeyee people do?” Ashton asked, breaking the silence. There were empty glasses and shot glasses on the floor surrounding the coffee table, as well as on the surface.

“The two-step?” Kaela asked, pouring herself and Michael another tequila shot.

“Yeah, that’s the one.” Ashton nodded. “How do you do it?”

“First, you need music.” Kaela said, downing her shot.

“What song works for it?” Ashton asked, getting Spotify pulled up on Luke’s TV.

“Literally any yeeyee song will work, Ashton.” Michael said, downing his shot.

“He’s right.” Kaela said, taking the remote from Ashton. She found a today’s country playlist, hitting shuffle. “This will work.” She said, standing up. She held her hands out to Ashton and pulled him up with her. She held one of his hands and placed the other on his hip. “Put your hand on my shoulder.”

“This feels weird.” Ashton said, placing his hand on her shoulder.

“Well, you’re probably used to leading, but now I’m leading.” Kaela said. “Now, follow my feet. It’s one step forward and two steps back.” She explained as she pulled him along with her, the gentle sounds of Old Dominion’s “Make It Sweet” echoing through Luke’s living room as they danced.

“Okay, great. He’s got it down. My turn.” Michael said as he stood up. “She’s my girlfriend, I get to dance with her.” Michael grabbed Kaela’s hand and pulled her close to him. In his mind he knew that she wasn’t really his girlfriend, but the jealousy he felt at seeing her dance with his best friend was real. Kaela’s giggle was like music to his ears as she held onto his shoulder.

“I already know you know how to dance.” Kaela looked up at him.

“Doesn’t mean I don’t want to do it.” Michael smiled and rubbed his thumb along the exposed skin of her hip.

“Ashton, teach me how to do it.” Calum said, grabbing Ashton’s hand. Luke sat on the floor, bobbing his head to the music as Dan & Shay’s “Tequila” played back at them. Kaela laughed to herself and laid her head on Michael’s shoulder as she watched Calum and Ashton dancing together.

“You guys are doing great.” She smiled, genuinely impressed at how quickly they caught on.

“Well, looky here.” Luke smirked as he watched the screen of his TV. The familiar chords filled the room and Kaela gasped.

“No!” She whined, hiding her face in Michael’s chest as her own track echoed through the room. “Change the song.”

“Why? This one’s, like, the best one off your first album.” Michael said, holding her body close to his.

“This is absolutely not the best song on my first album. The best song on my album is ‘Lose The War.’” Kaela said.

“What? No, that song is totally depressing.” Calum interjected.

“Wait, how many of you have actually listened to my albums? Like actually listened to them.” Kaela asked, looking at the group.

“Me and Calum listened together.” Ashton said.

“I have not heard the whole thing, because I do not like country music.” Luke said, laying on his back on the hardwood floor.

“Okay, well, don’t listen to it. I don’t want you guys to know about my life.” Kaela said, sitting back down on the floor.

“Well, you’re dating our best friend. So, we need to know you. We have to make sure you’re the right girl for him.” Ashton said, sitting back down on the couch with Calum.

“Tell you what..” Kaela started. “I want you all to listen to my album, really listen to it. Next time I see you all, we’ll have a little discussion about your thoughts and if I’m good enough for you best friend. Deal?”

“Deal.”

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sexy-trash-klaus · 5 years

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till the end | five hargreaves

does this suck. I hope not. but probably

warning- language, it’s five I mean

word count - 2,012

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The end of the world was coming, and it was coming faster than you wanted.

When you first found Five in griddy's doughnuts, the world was ending in 8 days, but now the world could end any minute.

While the six Hargreeves children were arguing, (y/n) was actually bowling. Once she tossed the ball down the lane, she turned around and looked at the group.

Klaus looked up from the newspaper he was reading and smiled up at you.

"Not the perfect date you hoped for, (y/n)?" Klaus teases. Five glares at him while Luther and Diego were still talking, or yelling, about where vanya could be. "I never said with you!" Klaus defended himself.

"Look, whatever we decide, we need to find Vanya. And fast, okay? She could be anywhere." Lither said.

"Or here," Klaus finished. Everyone looked at him. He gestured to the newspaper in his hand, "look at this." He moves while the rest of the siblings crowded around him.

"That's right her concert is tonight." Diego commented.

Rolling your eyes, you grabbed your bowling ball when it returned. "You know (y/n), instead of playing your little game, you could help us over here." Five said sarcastically.

"Yeah, well, I hate to intrude but you guys should follow her lead. My manger says if you're not gonna bowl, you gotta leave," an employ came over to say. The older man, who you suppose is the manger, behind her, slams a pair of bowling shoes on the counter.

"Whose turn is it?" you snap to the team, making the teenager leave.

"Oh for..." Luther grumbles, grabbing the ball from your hands and throwing it down a different lane, starring dead at the old man.

"For God sakes, Luther. That was my own personal ball." You yelled.

"Who the hell brings their own bowling ball?" Klaus laughed.

You stomped right over to him and smacked him in the back of the head.

"Me, jackass. I don't even know how to play but none of you losers wanna teach me so, i'm going to over there and grab my-"

"Shut up (y/n)! I'll buy you a new ball." Five interrupts you.

You cross your arms. "Yeah, you better." you mumble and go over to grab a new ball.

You come back to Diego yelling at Lither again and you roll your eyes. Something about their dad, Five then joining in. You toss the ball down the lane once more and sigh.

"You know guys, maybe I can help." Klaus says. You turn around once more, to look at the bunch.

"Now's not the time." Luther argues.

"You never let him speak," you say. "Maybe it's something smart."

"Yeah, let him finish." Diego adds. "He saved my life today."

Everyone looks at the junkie, impressed. Klaus looks behind him real quick. Before looking at Luther.

"Is that true?" The big man says.

"Yeah, yeah, I did take credit for it." Klaus pauses. "But in fact, the real hero is Ben." And then everyone looks at him confused.

"Okay maybe it isn't something smart." You say.

"Today, listen." Klaus moves over in between you and Diego. "Today, he punched me in the face. And earlier at the house, he was the one that saved Deigo's life, not me."

"You're unbelievable Klaus." Lither adds once more.

"You want proof, is that it? All right. I'll give you proof." Klaus looks dead across from him and takes the bowling ball you were using, from the rack. (a/n: I have NO idea what that thing is called. BUT stick with me haha) "All right, show time, baby. Catch!" And he threw the ball, where it hit the floor with a thud. He looked down and grumbled.

"Why, just why my bowling balls!?" you say and sit down next to Five.

"Is there any way to silence that voice in your head that screams out to be the center of attention?" Luther glares.

"You know, I liked you a lot better before you got laid." Klaus snaps. Everyone looks at Luther, eyes wide. "Which was a complete, it-it wasn't his fault, 'cause he was ridiculously high, right? And the girl, she thought he was a furry!" He rambles.

"Stop!" Luther glares once again. Klaus mumbles a silent okay and Luther looks at Allison. "Allison, wait!" And they walk off.

You sigh sinking farther in your seat. "Hey?" Five whispers. You look at him. "How about you grab that ball and i'll teach you how to bowl." You smile and stand straight up getting the pink bowling ball Klaus has previously thrown. You come back to Five and see Diego and Klaus sitting next to each other in silence.

Five slowly makes his way towards the lane, next to you. He opens his mouth to say something, before getting interrupted by a bigger women and a young man.

"Excuse me! Excuse me, it's my son, Kenny's, birthday today, and, uh, wouldn't your children be happier playing with other kids their own age, assuming it's okay with your two dads." The women says. You smile holding back a laugh, while Five glares.

"I would rather chew off my own foot!" Five grumbles. You slap his chest.

"No, not even close to wanting to." You say, with a smile. Five looks at you, with a confused look. "Mine has a smile. People think it's nice." You whisper to him, only to have him roll his eyes.

"Let's go Kenny." The mom says, retreating back to their group.

Five looks around and grabs your hand. He moves to the lane next to yours. Hearing in the background Diego and Klaus' argument. "What'd you find?" You ask, in a small voice.

He open a part of the rack to find a tube. "How'd she find me?" He whispers. He stairs off for a second before returning. He sighs and digs in his pocket, getting a butterscotch rapper out, only to be a tracking device. "She's good."

"Handler?" you ask, the boy in front of you then nodding.

Five told you all about the Handler and his past. He told you almost everything about his past and what even happened while you knew him.

"Jesus." The boy opens the tube, then throwing it on the rack again, only to see a fortune cookie.

"Wow a cookie. I feel threatened." You say sarcastically. He turns to glare at you. "Open the damn cookie, Five," demanding, he does so.

He chuckles. "How many times are you going to say the word cookie?" he teases and hands you the fortune from the cookie after reading it himself.

'Time Marches On... Or Does It?' And then written under it an address.

"You're making me come with you, arent you?" You say, looking back up at him. He smirks and takes your hand once again.

"You know me all too well, dear (y/n)." as he teleports in front of a hotel. "Dear Lord."

His hand still in yours, he pulls you inside the small motel, in front of room 12.

"Five, I've been waiting for you," as voice days from inside, along with music. You look at him as he pulls you again, but into the room. "Ah and you've brought company." He takes his hand out of yours and steps in front of you.

You're eyes widen at the old-ish women tied in the chair with duck tape on her mouth. "Oh no, Agnes." You whisper.

"You must really like doughnuts." Five says, with a straight face. Agnes muffles a 'help me'. You give her a pity look.

"As well you, ms. (y/n) there." The Handler says, almost too calmly.

"Leave her out of this." Five says.

"It's been awhile."

"Three days."

"For you, maybe. But for me it's been a lot longer since i've seen those adorable little shorts." You scoff, making Five smirk.

"Lucky we both had time to heal."

The Handler sighs, standing and making her way towards you two. "Luckily, for both of us, time is the one thing my organization has an abundance of."

"Got your message, by the way." Five says, turning to you to get the note from you, then turning back to the Handler. "Nice packaging, but so much for Commission protocol."

The Handler grabs a chip and continues her way right in front of Five. "There's been a lot of changes since you left the Commission. You really did some damage." She eats the chip and strokes Fives cheek. "The briefcases were all but destroyed, to say nothing of the highly trained personal you killed."

"Holy shit, Five! What did you do? Blow the building up?" You exclaimed.

"That's exactly what he did, doughnuts! But, I mean, after all, what is an institution if not for-" The Handler began.

"I said leave her out of this! Now what do you want?" He barked. She turned back to him.

“To be happy.” She said. You rolled your eyes as she started to walk around. “To have a simple unfettered life, to do the work my superiors require. But you being here, well, it complicates all that.”

“Billions of people are about to die tonight!” Five snapped. Agnes whimpered. You look back over there and let out a sigh. Turning back towards the Handler. You put a hand on Fives shoulder to try and calm him down. He also takes a deep breath, “you can change that.”

“Tonight, tomorrow, so little difference on the scheme of things.” You moved your hand and shot the women a confused look. She sat down on the couch. “Not like doughnuts will know, but don’t you remember the Commissions raison d'Ãªtre? What’s meant to be is meant to be, or, as I like to say, que serÃj, serÃj.”

“Bullshit in any language.” You pipe in. Five chuckles and reaches behind himself for your hand. You grab it and smile at the Handler.

“Why’d you call me here?” Five said, pulling you next to him, hands still together.

“I wanna offer you a choice.” She gave him puppy dog eyes. “Everyone’s going to die tonight, but unlike the rest of the world, you have a way out. You can abandon your family, and doughnuts there, and skip ahead to the apocalypse, take a walkabout for a few decades, wondering if i’ll come back and offer you a job again, or you can stay here, with doughnuts and your family, and die a horrible death. But why would you do that to you’re new girlfriend.”

“Not girlfriend,” you whispered and turned to him. “Five, you can’t go back there. She’s just going to be making you do all the things you escaped.” You let go of his hand.

”While you listen to her and weigh your options, just know your siblings are fighting for their lives without you.”

“You brought me here to pull me away.”

“Yeah, and she was supposed to die but, shame. Nice knowing you Five.” He grabbed you hand and teleported you away.

You guys landed right in front of the Icarus Theatre. He turns to you, letting go once again. “(y/n), you have to understand. I don’t want you in there.” Five says, putting his hands on your shoulders.

“But I don’t want you hurt. I want to go in there, I want to fight-“

“You don’t have powers, babe!” A small gasp escapes from you at the nickname. “I’m sorry, I just, I don’t want you hurt.” Five interrupted.

“Five, no matter what happens, i’m going to get hurt. It’s the end of the world.” Five turned around to the theater and looked back at you.

“I’ll find a way, and I’ll find you. I love you.” Five finished.

“You wha-“ Five rolled his eyes, cupped his hands and kissed you. You guys pulled away, the biggest smiles on your faces.

“Shit.” He whispers. “Shit. I gotta go!” He yells. “I’m sor-“

“No, don’t be sorry. Go save the world.” You give him a smile. He turns around and teleports inside. “I love you too.” You whisper, before sitting down, ready for the world to end.

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kl-writes · 5 years

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This chapter doesn’t deal directly with the second warning, but the situation is close enough that I’m marking it like it is.

Chapter 3: January 29th, 2080

Chapter 3 Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Rape/Non-con

It was supposed to be a fun night on the town. It had been awhile since Perianwyr was in Chicago. He wanted to go out on the town, hear some of the local talent. Maybe there’d be something worth picking up- all the corps in the music biz wouldn’t know good music if it swooped down and ate them. He was a little hungry, too, so he headed down to an old bar.

Debevic’s was still in business, after all this time. The CZ was clear to enter now, and most of the staff had been caught in the Zone anyways. The owner’s son survived, and he had started building the restaurant and club back up.

“Evan Perry” was a bit too obvious these days. Peri smiled. It had been a while since “Periwinkle” was on the scene, and anyone who’d recognize her was in Seattle or dead. Perianwyr flew down to a back alley a few blocks away, and shifted into Periwinkle. A human woman in her twenties, blonde with blue eyes. Blue hair today, though. Just in case.

He ingratiated himself easily with the bar’s patrons. The staff was still a riot- Peri knew better than some of his elders and “betters” about what respect really was. He preferred the insults and scoffs to someone with a smile and rehearsed line.

The meal was small- a half-pound soyburger. Enough to tide him over without making it obvious what he was. He’d get most of his calorie intake from the alcohol anyways.

“So what’s your name?” a young elf male with violet contacts and black hair slid up to the bar next to Peri.

“Periwinkle,” he smiled at the elf. “You?”

“They call me Goth Gecko.”

“Oh? Was it your mom or your dad who chose it?”

“Neither! I chose my name, same as you.”

Peri started. Did he-

“Periwinkle’s not your real name, right? Relax, I’m a mage, too.”

Oh, right. Perianwyr hadn’t been using a ‘mundane’ aura for Periwinkle. A slight hermetic one, in case he needed to beat feet in a stealthy way.

“That doesn’t mean I’m a runner,” Peri said, cocking his head.

“Didn’t say I was a runner, either.”

Peri took a sip of his margarita, “Then what do you do for a living, Gecko?”

“Well,” he said, eyeing Peri’s drink. “Mostly odd jobs.”

“That sure sounds like a runner.”

“I’m exclusive.”

“Lots of runners are exclusive.”

“Oh, sure. I’m more of an employee or a servant. No shadowrunner’s perfectly loyal to their master. But I think you’d know more about that than me, Peri.”

And there it was. So much for the evening. Peri hoped that this Gecko guy didn’t expect to take him out just because he was in metahuman form.

Peri scoffed, “Well, it’s certainly better than belonging to a master. And who are yours, then? The Azzies? Ghostwalker? Maybe someone me and Kyle pissed off way back when?”

“Number three, darling,” Gecko leaned in towards Peri. “It’s a matter of professional pride for my boss. He’d like you alive, unfortunately.”

“Oh, well good luck with that,” Peri stood up. “Shall we take this outside, then?”

Peri suddenly felt weak in the knees. He started to fall, and Gecko caught him. Gecko gave him a wide smile, “Of course, darling. It seems like you’ve had too much. How about I bring you to my car?”

Peri started to retort, to cast, but was hit with a coughing fit. He spit up some of his drink onto the floor, along with some thick blue goo. Peri went pale. Blue-227 wasn’t supposed to have an effect while they were in metahuman form. That’s what everyone had been saying.

Gecko began to lead the helpless dragon out of the bar, “Don’t worry your pretty little head. My boss has an antidote for this particular concoction. Just focus on holding your current form and cooperate.”

Peri wasn’t able to focus on anything. He felt cut off from the astral plane altogether. He should’ve passed out and returned to his true form, but even as his energy was fading, his form seemed to lock. Only a few beings had the ability to inflict that kind of curse, and Blackwing wasn’t one of them. The Azzies weren’t supposed to have magic like that, not anymore.

There were a lot of things that weren’t supposed to be happening.

As he was brought out of Debevic’s, he made eye contact with his waitress. She was on the phone with someone. Who the heck still used a flip phone?

Gecko walked them around the back to the parking lot. He took care to arrange themselves like a nice, intimate couple. Peri couldn’t do much but follow along, as the weak elf’s grip on him felt like steel. Peri breathed carefully, trying to center himself enough to make some sort of spell.

They reached a plain black Americar. Not even an armored muscle car? Peri felt a bit miffed. Gecko opened the door, and helped his “date” into the back seat. As he walked around to the front, Peri heard the sounds of motorcycles tearing into the parking lot.

Gecko scoffed, “I thought you worked alone these days. Unfortunate for your friends.” The man drew a weapon from inside his coat and stalked off. Peri tried to pull himself up, but his mind was completely clouded. It felt like a thousand sandbags were weighing his back down, now.

The night lit up with the sound of automatic fire and shotguns. Peri shook his head, as each shot drove a hammer further into it. He heard the sudden WHOOSH of astral space opening, but did not feel the spirit that was summoned. He was completely cut off.

Then, all was silent. Peri heard steps coming towards the car and tensed. He couldn’t do anything to fight back, but he was damned if he wouldn’t try. The door opened, and before him was a short, thin woman with spiky black hair. The late Johnny 99’s wife, Becky 99.

Peri gaped, then his stomach leaped into his throat again and he threw up on Gecko’s car seat.

“She’s drugged,” Becky called out. The woman chanted, and let a detox spell into Peri. Some of the weight lifted, but the healing magic was moving Ithrough him like molasses. “Sonya, get the medkit and charcoal! This drek’s some weird shit.”

Peri finally heaved himself into a sitting position and faced his rescuer. “I- thanks.”

“Hey, take it easy. Do you know what he drugged you with?”

Yes. “No, I didn’t even know he drugged me until he tried to take me to his car.”

“Drek. Yeah, I haven’t seen anything like this before, chummer. Usually my magic’s more than enough.”

“It’s okay.” Peri looked around. Gecko was on the ground, dead. So were a few women in leather jackets, the same black and green colors as Becky. His eyes widened “What? You shouldn’t have come. I’m glad, but- I’m sorry. They shouldn’t have-“

“What, you ain’t worth it? They shouldn’t have died for you?” Becky shook her head. “It’s what we do. And, uh, don’t worry too much about it, girl. We’re a bit more resilient than we appear.” She gave Peri an odd grin.

“Okay.” Peri steadied himself as another wave of nausea swept over him. He fought to keep his stomach down.

One of Becky’s compatriots- must have been Sonya- trotted over with a briefcase-sized medkit and a glass. She handed the glass off to Peri.

He drank from it. Charcoal and water. He gagged.

“Sorry,” said Sonya, “This is the quickest way to clear the system if magic won’t do the trick.”

Peri spewed over the back of Gecko’s car. But finally, he felt connected to the astral plane again. He looked over at the women. “Thank you. Really.”

Hold on a second, was Becky always a Mantis spirit?

“You got a place to stay?” asked Becky.

“Well, I was just here for the show-“

“Look, come hang out at our place, then. No men around, just us girls.”

Peri smiled. This was probably the worst person for Perianwyr to have run into. Even if Becky was helping him now, he thanked the Totems, the Passions, and whoever the fuck was out there that he had been in dragon form when he kidnapped Johnny 99’s girlfriend.

“Okay, sure.”

Even though Peri was around friends at the Desolation Angels’ bar, he kept assensing his drink for any sign of toxins. Just copious amounts of alcohol. He was too on edge to let himself get drunk, so he kept to virgin drinks to allay suspicion.

He started talking with Becky. She and the Angels were based out of the Zone, and they did what they could to help the homeless, and to keep people in the Zone safe. Especially the women- with the Bugs gone, now all the sadists went back to their usual victims. She talked about how she used to be a runner, and shared some stories with Peri that Peri already knew about. Peri shared a few of his running tales, but was careful. Stuck to some of the things he and his partner did back in Wales. Just in case.

He couldn’t help but stare at Becky’s wedding ring. It hung on a chain around her neck. She noticed the look, “I don’t want to talk about him today, so don’t ask.”

“Sorry, it’s just- I lost mine, too.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, it was years ago. The anniversary’s coming up, that’s all.”

She nodded, fingering the ring, “I hear you. We can find new families, but the memories won’t go away.”

Perianwyr sighed, “No. That’s our burden, I guess.”

“Burden?” Becky smiled softly at the blue-haired woman. “I wouldn’t give them up for anything.”

Perianwyr gaped at her. Did Becky really know what it was like to be connected to someone, to have your heart and their heart strung together, beating as one? Feeling as one? She had to- Perianwyr knew she had, all those years back. “You don’t feel sad at all?” he had to chew his lip to keep from spewing fire breath. “Did he mean that little to you?”

“No, no!” Becky said, “Sorry, I’ve had time to come to terms with his death. I didn’t mean you had to come to terms with yours- closure takes time. And yes- I still feel sad when I miss him. I think I always will feel that way.”

Perianwyr nodded. Becky 99 was only a fraction of his age, but she was still so much older than him.

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Chapter Thirteen

Someone to Care

Chapter Twelve

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She hadn’t believed her eyes when she saw the Black Widow sitting on the couch with May. Hearing voices coming from the living room was odd because they never usually had people over. May worked too much to have a bunch of friends and Peyton normally just went to Ned’s house. He always had the latest video games and Lego sets to play. She tried to sneak into the kitchen to catch a glimpse of whoever was there. Of course May heard her, she swore the woman had super hearing sometimes, and called her out to the living room.

And there was the Black Widow hanging out with May on the couch. A cold sweat swept through her body as she stared at the woman beside her aunt. Did she know about Spidergirl? After much nagging Mr. Happy had told Peyton that Captain America had gotten away, did she help? She could do this. She could take down the assassin if she wanted to. Maybe. Peyton could feel her hands trembling from a distance and realized that they were both staring at her. She tensed her muscles, ready to jump into action if necessary. But that’s when she really looked at Nat, as her aunt told her. The woman’s skin was sallow and marred with bruises. May’s emergency medical bag was sitting on the coffee table and there were bloody bandages on a plate next to it. She was hurt then, not a threat for now. Peyton stared at Nat’s face and noticed the hope and respect written clearly over it as she gazed at May. She had only ever seen it determined in battle before; it somehow made her seem softer. Nat glanced back a Peyton curiously but she noted with relief, no recognition. All Peyton had to do was gather herself and make sure her aunt stayed safe. She gave some excuse and hurried away to her room, the sound of their laughter leaving a pit in her stomach.

Had Mr. Stark sent her after Peyton? Did he want the suit back? She was brought out of her thoughts when May came into her room and, like always, said exactly the right words. Apparently May knew Miss Nat somehow, which was a whole other can of worms that Peyton tried not to worry about. As long as she didn’t know about Spidergirl she was safe. Mr. Stark trusted the Black Widow and that was enough for her. They had been fighting on the same side after all. But he hadn’t sent her for Peyton. Disappointment mingled with relief at the news that her secret was safe. This was good. He didn’t want the suit back. There was no reason to be disappointed he hadn’t sent Miss Nat. The suit was her one connection back to him and she wanted to keep it. It reminded her that their time was real and she was loath to give it up. She knew she was being a silly teenager. They had only known each other for two weeks but in that short time he had come to mean a great deal to her. She thought about all the times she would tell him about school and decathlon. How he would ask her, prod her, into telling him when she was having a bad day. It made her feel warm inside, like he concerned about Peyton the person.

When she awoke the next morning to go to school she silently peaked out of her room and into the living room. From her vantage point she couldn’t tell if Miss Nat was still on the couch. Cautiously, not wanting to wake her if she was still sleeping Peyton crept down the hall and peered over the coach. The bedding was folded at the end, the glass sat empty on the coffee table. Sighing in relief she walked into the kitchen, grabbing a piece of bread May bought the other day.

“Good morning Peyton.” She whirled around, grabbing her chest as she faced the woman. Her heart was beating frantically, pounding too fast for so early in the morning. Miss Nat smiled and raised her mug of coffee. “I made more if you need some. Your aunt left for work already.”

“Oh, um. Thank you. I don’t really drink coffee. Makes me super anxious.” She laughed awkwardly and stood there staring, the piece of bread still dangling from her hand.

“You seem familiar,” the woman leaned across the table as she inspected Peyton. “Have I met you somewhere before?”

“Um, I don’t think so. You know, I get that a lot actually.” She brought her hand to the back of her neck, trying to rub away the warmth there and shifted her eyes from the door back to the sitting woman. There was no way she was going to connect herself to Germany or anything. It seemed like her aunt and Miss Nat were friends and she didn’t want anyone to spill her secret, least of all to May. “Are you feeling better than yesterday?”

“Yes, thank you. May did a wonderful job fixing me up.”

“She’s good like that. I was a pretty clumsy kid and whenever I came home with a cut or scrap she would be right there, ready to fix me up.” She smiled at all the memories and the feeling of guilt crept up again until she reminded herself why she was trying to distance herself. “Sorry, um, you probably don’t care.”

“Don’t be sorry Peyton. We were talking. It is normal, I think, for people to share when getting to know each other. You have a lovely family, though I haven’t met your uncle.” A weight dropped inside her as she realized what Nat meant.

“Oh, um, you mean Uncle Ben? He’s not here. What I mean to say is he…” She tried to say the word aloud, to get it out but her throat kept tightening. Nat looked apologetic at her inquiry but not uncomfortable at Peyton’s difficulty in speaking.

“Ah, I see. I’m sorry to hear that. I can tell you loved him very much.”

“Yeah. I did. He was the best.” Peyton cleared her throat, desperate to get out of the stifling apartment. “I have to get to school but you can, um, there should be food in the fridge. I hope you feel better though. Do you need anything while I’m out?”

“No, thank you though, Peyton. I appreciate it. It was a pleasure meeting you. I look forward to seeing you again.”

“You as well Miss Nat.” The woman laughed and like all the adults in her life corrected her address to just Nat. Peyton glanced back at the woman sitting there reading some self-help book from their table, coffee steaming in front of her. The bandage was secured tightly across her cheek making her look as dangerous as she actually was. She waved goodbye and left for school wondering whether their guest would still be there when she got back.

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“Hey, uh, Happy. Hi, Mr. Stark if you’re there. Not that I expect you to listen to these; they are pretty boring. Anyway, I just wanted to report back on my patrols today. Overall it went pretty good. I, uh, explored. I mean scouted a new area. I saw this really yummy looking Thai place. Helped someone carry a bunch of set pieces to a new stage for their production. The play looked really interesting. It was about a sailor’s wife who gets tired of waiting for him to come back so she learns to sail and they live on the sea together. I stopped some guy from harassing his ex-girlfriend. You should have seen his face when in all my grand stature, told him to go away. It was awesome. Anyway, and then I just hung out for a bit. By the way that was a completely different Spidergirl you saw helping them wash the windows on the Woolworth. So, yeah, that’s what I did today. I hope everything is going well. Thanks again for everything. Um, I’m going to go now. This is Peyton by the way. Parker.”

Her apartment was silent when she got back. Breathless. Pale lights streamed in from the windows in the living room giving the room an otherworldly appearance. The smell of dust and stale garbage swept through the air from under the sink. She must have forgotten to take it out this week. Not bothering to turn on any lights Peyton moved through the darkness, avoiding the beams of light as she went. Heading straight for the bathroom that her and May shared, Peyton wondered when May would be home. She had taken to spending nights and between shifts in the nap room at the hospital sometimes if she picked up an extra shift. Sunday being a rare gift of time away. May had been so relieved about the ‘conference’ Peyton went to. She had gushed all about how Tony Stark had dropped her off at home and then worried about how pale he seemed. “Invite him over sometime, P. I’ll make my famous lasagna. That will put some meat back on his bones.” Peyton just laughed and tried to explain that she wasn’t really working closely with Mr. Stark but May just brushed that off with a knowing smile.

The lights in the bathroom flickered before remaining on as Peyton stepped out of her suit. The red and blue fabric crumpled in a pile on the floor; so different than the neatly folded briefcase it had arrived in. She needed a shower before she could even try to sleep and as was her ritual of self pity went over all the reasons Mr. Stark wasn’t contacting her. Again. The plane ride home had been better than before. It was difficult to not fall asleep during the flight and she caught herself dozing multiple times before jerking herself awake. At one point she could feel her head bobbing, as the plane got darker. Mr. Happy must have noticed, or maybe he was just bored of his phone, because he came over and they played a couple rounds of Spit. Which turned out to be diverting. Happy had won the first round because it had been the first time she played that game. But the rounds after that her speed won over and she dominated each round. “I think we have a cheater over here. No one can beat me.” His good-natured smile contradicted his harsh words and they both shared a conspiratorial look.

He hadn’t asked her any personal questions, for which she was grateful. Happy acted like there was nothing abnormal about the situation they had just come from. When they landed he walked them over to another big car, Peyton wasn’t sure the model, and loaded her luggage including the briefcase to her suit. She had raised her eyebrows in question. “It’s yours Peyton. The boss said to make sure you took it home with you.” Her cheeks had flushed with happiness and not thinking, she threw her arms around Happy. She could feel the ridged set of his spine and immediately mimicked it. Murmuring an apology she started to pull away when she felt arms wrap around her. Had someone told her at the beginning of this trip that she would be hugging Happy, she would have been concerned for their health. But here she was. Happy patted her back and let go, clearing his throat before awkwardly motioning to the car. Peyton’s smile lasted pretty much the whole trip home.

“Thank you so much Mr. Happy, uh, Happy. I really appreciate the ride and, well, for everything. Just thank you.” He had given a soft grunt as he surveyed the neighborhood surrounding them. She watched him from the stairs and waved vigorously, probably looking like a fool. He appeared as if he was debating whether to wave or not. He shook his head to himself and started pulling forward still seeing Peyton’s arm wagging in the air. Last minute he raised his hand, moved it jerkily once to the left and right and sped off. The tail lights melting into the night air.

Her stomach growled but she ignored its whining. Peyton felt like she hadn’t eaten anything in a year. It had many hours since lunch and her mind felt sluggish, needing more sustenance. Shower first, then food. She turned without looking in the mirror, not wanting to see the damage quite yet, and stepped into the steaming hot shower. The water ran down her sides and loosened her muscles as it went.

Happy had said they would contact her. But did that mean they would contact her either way or only if they needed something. She worried it might be the latter option. Mr. Stark hadn’t looked at her except for the brief smile they shared. She tried to not be affected. Sure, she hadn’t listened to the plan. But she thought that she helped. Her plan to take down Ant-Man had worked and at the time it had sounded like Mr. Stark was proud. But she was so elated that she became careless and like it always seemed she had ended up hit down, left behind. She wanted to see that proud face again, to hear the delight in his voice when he defended her plan against the other Avengers. But he had shipped her straight back to Happy. Peyton realized he had just been through something she couldn’t fully understand, but she wanted to talk with the man.

As she stepped out of the shower she glimpsed her side out of the corner of her eye and sighed at what she saw. The bruises stood out against her pale skin looking like dark tattoos up and down her sides. A yellow tinge was starting to take over towards the middle of one particularly nasty one right where her ribs ended. They should have been healed already; not eating must have affected her more than she thought. She hadn’t reported the worst of her patrol. The ex-boyfriend had been more than just shocked and his outrage had been taken out on her. But at least the woman was safe and he wouldn’t be bothering her anymore. She just needed to eat and then they would heal right up. Out of the shower she went into her room, ignoring the mess of books in the corner and walked straight to the pile of clothes on her bed. Picking out clean pajamas from the heap she felt mostly brand new. Peyton kept the lights off as she walked to the kitchen, her head aching a touch, and brought her food back into her room to eat in bed.

As she laid on her mattress Peyton thought about how distant her and May had become. Ever since she had gotten these abilities, she had started to detachment herself from May. Penny had seen the damage that happened to the loved ones of heroes and could not take that chance. There was footage of Pepper Potts almost falling into the Pacific Ocean, the damage the hulk had created, and all the chaos that seemed to follow heroes like the stink of an unwanted guest. The weekends were actually some of the times that Peyton broke her rule about isolating herself and let them spend some time together. Those hours felt like her own secret get away; just spending time watching a movie or baking with May. It felt like before she was Spidergirl. Before life started getting hectic. May always worried about Peyton but she had assured her aunt that it was okay. That Peyton appreciated all the hard work she was doing. She had been so embarrassed to have broken down in front of May like that but all of the frustrations and loneliness had just boiled up in her until it burst out of control. It had felt good to release all her emotions and May’s touch had induced a sense of belonging back into her.

But it couldn’t last. If anyone should find out about her secret identity and go after May. Well, she didn’t know what she would do. There were few memories that she had of her parents. Their smiles were hidden behind a mist of the past. And then Ben had . . . gone. There was no way Peyton could even think about him now. And May was the only one left. The only one who cared. Peyton was absolutely not going to be the cause of her getting hurt.

So Peyton started patrolling longer and holing herself in her room. Working harder and harder at school. At first Peyton could tell that May was hurt. She had used their favorite thai restaurant as a temptation multiple times but Peyton had held strong. Now and again she would find little chocolates in her room with a note saying, “I love you.” Each time she found one it made her heart hurt so much and the feeling of loosing someone invaded her all over again. But it was all worth it. No, it wasn’t fair to May; none of it was. May had a sad resignation about her anytime she asked Peyton to hangout. But the important thing was that May was alive and well. She was working too hard, trying to keep them afloat. Peyton had seen the bills May had hidden in the breadbox and they were rapidly stacking up. Her stomach clenched at the stress she was putting May under. Okay, so mostly well and safe.

Her thoughts circled back to Mr. Stark. It had been like a century. Well, seven days to be exact but those seven days had dragged on endlessly. Each morning she would wake up and snatch her phone of the nightstand. The brightness blared into her sleep laden eyes but that didn’t matter. She scanned her notifications to see if Mr. Stark had contacted her and each morning she was left disappointed. Now she was stuck at home, itching to do something.  Not even anything from Happy and she even thought that they had left on pretty good terms. The man had taken care of her while Mr. Stark had finished fighting. But she had heard nothing and it wasn’t for lack of trying. Her voicemails were getting progressively longer and more annoying with everyday. What if she had the wrong number?

“We’ll call you.”

But what did that mean? Mr. Stark had been so good about giving her the information about the Germany trip and now she felt stranded on an island he had personally marooned her on. Well, she would just have to prove herself. Yes, that was it. She would patrol longer and harder, find bigger fish to fry so to speak. If she could just show Mr. Stark that she could do it everything would be okay. Happy got the voicemails but maybe if they were impressive enough he would send them onto Mr. Stark.

Her desperation was starting to affect more than just her thoughts and her nerves were going haywire. She had been snappier than usual, taking out her frustration on Ned and had even been close to going off on MJ when she snuck up behind Peyton at their lockers today. Her decisions on patrols had also been getting sloppier than normal. But it just seemed like her brain was giving her body the cold shoulder. They weren’t communicating properly and as a result her patrols were getting more dangerous. But what did it matter? She was still helping people and in those moments of danger the feeling of being alone seemed to disappear.

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“If you’re so sure I’m not a threat why don’t you come get me then?” The blood was rushing down her body and pooled in the crown of her skull. Her feet were the only part of her body securely attached to the ceiling; the rest was dangling in mid-air. She puffed her chest trying to be as intimidating as possible, which should have been easy in the suit, but somehow these buffoons were not receiving the signal. The duo stared at her seemingly confused as to why she was trying to stop them. “I can hang here all day gentleman but somehow I think those stupid looks would still be plastered on your faces.”

That was a step in the right direction. At least the one in the knitted cap had the idea to look insulted. The other man, a balding, rail thin, weasel just stood there. “Uh, boss? I thought Spiderman was, you know, a boy and all.” The cap clad man turned so his back now facing her and gave the weasel a thump on the head.

“Where’d you hear that Joe?”

“Boss,” The whining in Joe’s voice almost made Peyton want to stop them right there but this was too entertaining. “It says man right in the name.” That gave the boss a moment’s pause before he swiveled back to look at her accusingly.

“Well, now. What do you have to say bout that Spiderman?” She gave a small shrug and said “Last time I checked I was a girl. What about it?”

The weasel stepped forward “I’m real sorry about that Miss Spiderman. We meant no harm.” He looked properly contrite and Peyton was almost touched by his concern.

“At least I would know how to rob a warehouse properly and why are you robbing here of all places?” It was just a regular warehouse, looked like it had been rundown for years when she had caught wind of these two keystone cops trying to break in. They weren’t in costume, as some criminals were prone to wear in New York (you get some real weird ones), but were actually in uniforms matching the signs outside. So why would employees be looking to rob their workplace? All three of them stared at each other before what she said sunk in. Then they spoke at once over each other.

“Spiderman robs stores? What’re you trying to stop us for?”

“I’m telling you boss. It’s a woman.”

“I mean, I would know if I were a bad guy. You know, but I’m here to stop… Ouch.” A burning pain erupted from her side as she brought her hand instinctively over the origin of it. Raising her gloved hand in front of her face she noticed a darkening of the material, the smell of iron permeated into the air. She dropped down to the ground and saw a third man standing there. Blazing gun in his hand.

“What are you two idiots doing? We need to get in and out fast. They will be alerted and on their way soon.” This one was larger than the other two, both in height and width, and Peyton was upset that she had missed the fact that there were three of them working together. The burning was spreading out from her side as her hand clasped the wound, trying to stifle the blood.

“Not so fast.” Her voice sounded stronger than she felt. Having never been shot before was slightly worried about what would happen. She did have faster than normal healing but would this be too much for her body? Would she have to go to the hospital? Pushing those thoughts away she had to focus on apprehending these guys first.

She webbed the man with the gun first, making sure to punch him extra hard. Twice for good measure. “That’s for shooting me. It really hurt.” His head bobbed there until it sunk down in unconsciousness and then twirled to face the two other men. Their faces looked surprised, like they didn’t really think she was going to stop them until now. She needed to act quickly. The blood had started running quicker and she could feel it coating down her left thigh.

“Alright. Who wants to go first?” Not waiting for an answer she pitched both hands forward and webbed them over their mouths. Jumping over the two of them she grabbed one arm from each and handcuffed them together, doing the same to the other arms before webbing them directly to the floor. Making sure they were all secure Peyton stumbled out of the warehouse, gasping for fresh air. All the movement had not done her side any favors and the throbbing was getting worse.

A tingling feeling swept over her abdomen as she stood in the deserted alleyway. Her heart was beating unbearably fast but a fog made its way over her thoughts. She should call Mr. Stark. That’s really all she wanted to do. But she couldn’t. He obviously didn’t want her contacting him. Happy was only being nice. The itching around the opening was getting worse and begun to heat up making her gasp. Peyton was scared. She didn’t know what to do and was alone. This time her loneliness crushed her, making it painfully obvious that she had no one. Her knees gave out as she felt hot moisture gather in her eyes. All she wanted was to have her aunt hold her like she had that weekend, her fingers caressing her like she was a little girl again. The heavy tears began to fall freely making her mask uncomfortably wet. But she did not want to remove it. Did not want to have the world bare witness to her weakness. What a sight she must have been, a pitiful girl kneeling in a puddle. The alley’s shadows bringing forth her every fear and insecurity as she bent her head in her hands.

A cool hand touched her shoulder and she noticed a pair of red boots standing before her. Now she was just imaging things, there was no way he would be here after everything. Iron Man was the strongest Avenger and she was too weak. He wouldn’t want her, had shown that he didn’t want her anymore. “Peyton. You okay?” She didn’t respond, not seeing the point, as he wasn’t actually in front of her. Slowly the hand moved from her shoulder and she missed the weight of it there. The reminder that he could be here in her thoughts. It moved to the back of her head and carefully pulled her mask off, dragging the water trails and snot along her face. She couldn’t look away from those shoes. Couldn’t bear to see if he was there or not. She heard a swish and felt a very real human hand under her chin.

“Peyton, sweetie. I’m right here.” The hand slowly brought pressure and she peaked upward and directly into his brown orbs. More tears gathered as she stared at the lines around his eyes. “There she is. I’m so sorry Peyton. More than I can ever say.”

Her face crumpled as the tears building blurred his face. The hand under her chin moved to cup her cheek. Tentatively she leaned into the hand, taking comfort in the coolness against her feverish skin. It was getting harder to ignore the buzzing in her head but didn’t want to move away from the hand. She could feel him moving her other hand away from the wound and swear at what he saw.

“Come on Peyton. We need to get you to a doctor.” Frowning, she tried to shake her head no. There was no way she could go to a doctor. She wasn’t even wearing her mask. His words were becoming fainter and a heartbeat roared in her ears, the pulses steadily beating slower. His voice sounded insistent but she couldn’t concentrate on anything besides the red and gold of his suit. Her legs gave out and she felt the cool hands catch her from sliding fully into the puddle. The beating was all she knew as the world tunneled to red, then black.

Thank you!

Chapter Fourteen

#irondad #spideyson #mcu fanfiction #fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #natasha romanoff #female peter parker #peter is female #mcu #writing #black widow #AO3 #ao3fic #someone to care

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youngbloodseavey · 7 years

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fiction // jonah marais

request: none but i got inspired by the lyric “yeah we make the biggest fiction, they believe it so i guess it must be real” from something different

description: y/n and jonah have to date for pr, but something more comes out of their “relationship”.

triggers: none

SHOUT OUT TO @itrytobesocial FOR HELPING ME WITH THIS I LOVE YOU

y/n let out a deep breath as her uber pulled up to her destination, the famous why don’t we house. butterflies, (well, they felt more like wasps), caused a ruckus in her stomach, the overwhelming feeling of nervousness hitting her like a bus.

but anyone who was meeting their “boyfriend” for the first time would feel that way too.

she had been contacted by the why don’t we team a few weeks ago, asking her to be apart of a pr stunt they were orchestrating. her role in the stunt? be one of the band member’s “girlfriend”. she was to act in love with a person she had never met, for an entire year.

hell, she didn’t even know which band member she was to date yet. all she knew is that they were in a band called why don’t we, and that she would be learning the rest of the information in a meeting today.

y/n was an aspiring actress, and she needed this job. she had little to no money, living in LA was expensive as heck. she needed a leg up in the acting world, and having some extra money and a famous “boyfriend” would sure do the trick. she wasn’t a gold digger to any extent, but having some money to provide for herself wouldn’t hurt.

y/n raised her hand to the doorbell of the large house, hesitating for a moment before a rush of confidence flew through her and she pushed the button. she waited with baited breath and she heard footsteps on the other side of the door and a lock clicking. this was it. there was no turning back now.

the door opened, revealing a boy with curly brown hair and kind brown eyes. he greeted her with a warm, dazzling smile.

“you must be the girl who our manager was talking about, come on in,” if this guy was y/n’s fake boyfriend, she sure wouldn’t mind it at all. the boy lead her to a large seating area, where the rest of the group sat. y/n tentatively took a seat on a couch, setting her purse on her lap.

“boys, this is y/n y/l/n. she will be one of your girlfriends in order to promote your new album and tour,” one of their managers gestured to y/n, and she blushed and waved at the five boys that were all sitting on a couch opposite to her. “y/n, this is why don’t we,” the boys stood up and began introducing themselves.

“hello, my name is zach,” a younger looking boy introduced himself, taking y/n’s hand a pressing a light kiss on it. y/n laughed at the action, taking her hand and cradling it to her chest. the kid was quite the charmer.

“i’m corbyn, nice to meet you.” a taller boy with bleached blonde hair grinned cheekily at her.

“hi, i’m daniel. welcome to the family.” this made y/n smile. she was definitely going to become close with these boys.

“hi, i’m jack.” the curly haired cutie that greeted y/n at the door gave her another shining smile.

“and i guess that leaves me. hello, i’m jonah.” the tallest one said. the moment y/n laid eyes on him, she knew he was going to be something special. he had a messy head of chocolate brown hair, and a jawline that was chiseled by the gods themselves. but his eyes were a different story.

they were a captivating grey blue color, like the sky on a stormy day. they had a unique sparkle to them, one that somehow made it so y/n couldn’t look away.

the two made direct eye contact, sending a chill down y/n’s spine. a strange, comforting warmth rushed throughout her body, causing y/n to blush.

she bit her lip lightly and sent a smile towards the boys. “it’s nice to meet you guys,”

their manager began talking again, rattling off about contracts and stuff. y/n listened intently, wanting to know all the details about her new job. she was beginning to grow impatient, all she wanted to know was which of these boys she was to date. and apparently, the boys wanted to know the same.

“oh c’mon, cut to the chase. which one of us is she dating?” jack questioned, making all of them move on the edge of their seats.

“well, i suppose we’ll tell you now,” y/n’s stomach was turning itself inside out in nervousness, and she began biting her lip in anticipation. “y/n and jonah will be in a pr relationship until september of next year,“ y/n’s breath got caught in her throats as she made eye contact with the gorgeous boy across from her.

jonah bit his lip as the other boys gave him pats on the back, which was kind of weird in his opinion. he was going to have to lie to his fans, the whole world, all to promote their album and tour.

it was the first ever pr stunt their management had orchestrated, but jonah was glad that y/n would be his fake girlfriend.

she was undeniably beautiful, from the way she blushed to the way she bit her lip when she was nervous. he had only known her for an hour, but just looking at her made him feel like he’d known her for a lifetime.

if he had to go through all these lies, at least he had to go through them with this gorgeous girl by his side.

they sat there for a few more minutes, waiting for the meeting to end. once the meeting was finally over, jonah sighed and leaned back into the couch he was sitting on, slowly taking in all the information he was given. a whole year. a whole year of fake dates, fake posts, fake love.

“so y/n, why don’t you stay here and get to know the boys for a while, since you will be spending a lot of time with them,” their manager advised, before picking up his briefcase and walking out of their home.

“uh, i know i’ve already been introduced, but i’m y/n y/l/n, and i’m an actress.” she ran a hand through her hair, before placing it back in her lap. jonah was mesmerized by her every move, he licked his lips lightly before replying.

“and you already know this but we’re why don’t we, and i’m jonah marais, and i guess i’ll be your boyfriend for the next year,” jonah smiled at her, causing y/n to blush and look down. she was clearly shy and introverted, but she had a sparkle in her eye that drew everyone to her.

for the next three or so hours, y/n and the boys conversed, talking and laughing their asses off. they had all clicked immediately.

“you really did that?” y/n choked out, her melodious laughter ringing throughout the room.

“yup,“ corbyn said in a fake cocky tone. “underwear and all,” they broke out in laughter again, y/n’s abdomen beginning to ache from the sheer amount of giggling she’s done in the past few hours.

corbyn opened up his mouth, about to tell another story when jonah’s phone went off. jonah furrowed his brows, taking his phone out of his pocket and looking at it. his eyes scanned the screen for a few seconds, and he typed out a reply before sending it and setting his phone on the coffee table.

“management wants us to become public today, something about an instagram post. august is gonna be here in a few to take the photos,” jonah explained, making y/n nod. the group was quiet, their silence being interrupted by knocking on the front door.

daniel stood up and left the room to answer the door, returning a few seconds later with august the photographer in tow.

“so the backyard?” y/n and jonah nodded together in reply, getting off their seats. y/n followed jonah to the backyard, which was absolutely beautiful. august put them in a few poses, all of which looked absurdly unnatural.

august finally gave up, telling them to ‘do whatever feels natural’. jonah stayed still for a moment, before leaning down and whispering in y/n’s ear.

“hey, i’m gonna do something a little weird but don’t freak out okay? just go along with it,” just before she could process what he had said, his lips were on hers.

she froze in shock, taking a few moments to fully melt into the kiss. his lips were soft and plump, feeling like velvet on her own. their lips moved in perfect harmony, pure passion being exchanged through their soft movements. his hands snaked around her waist, pulling her closer as her hand went up to cup his cheek.

“uh, guys? i got the shot, you guys can stop now,” august called out awkwardly, forcing y/n and jonah out of their moment. they stood there blushing, frozen in their compromising embrace. y/n finally snapped out of it, quickly pulling away from jonah. she stared at her shoes in embarrassment, not even deciding to pay attention to the fact that the rest of the band was in fact spying on them the whole time and was cheering at what was basically her and jonah making out.

“wow,” jonah mumbled, causing y/n to turn bright red knowing that jonah had been just as affected by the endeavor as she was.

“wow indeed,” y/n mumbled under her breath, but jonah had heard what she had said. he smiled, about to say something else when his phone went off again.

he read the message and sent his reply, his brows furrowed every so slightly as he looked back to y/n. “we have to go out tomorrow, management is calling the paps. so i guess it’s a date?” jonah told her, his hand instinctively going up to rub the back of his neck.

“well, it’s a date then. i have a meeting soon, so i gotta go now. see you tomorrow jonah,” y/n smiled brightly, a new wave of confidence washing through her. she leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, enjoying the astonished expression that formed on his face. she left with a wink, saying quick goodbyes to the rest of the boys before leaving the why don’t we house with a swing in her step.

she hopped into the uber, sighing contentedly as the why don’t we house faded into the distance. this was for sure gonna be a wild ride.

#why don't we #why don't we imagines #whydontwe #whydontweimagines #jonah marais #jonahmarais #daniel seavey #jack avery #zach herron #corbyn besson #wdw #wdw imagine

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internetdetectives · 4 years

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11/17/19 - Chat with The Producer

The Producer 4:15 PM: "you can do it whelp”

The Producer 4:15 PM: "you can claw em gnaw em stone em beat em”

Xenquility 4:15 PM: "Ay it's P dog”

The Producer 4:15 PM: "ill do this with my mind you just obey me”

ARGdov 4:15 PM: "?”

otherLiam 4:15 PM: "uhhh”

The Producer 4:15 PM: "hello”

ARGdov 4:15 PM: "is he quoting a song”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:15 PM: "Ay prodddd”

otherLiam 4:15 PM: "hey producer, meet erika. erika, producer.”

ARGdov 4:16 PM: "he is”

ARGdov 4:16 PM: "https://genius.com/Ace-composer-gang-plank-galleon-lyrics”

Xenquility 4:16 PM: "damnit dov”

The Producer 4:16 PM: "literally who”

Xenquility 4:16 PM: "I was gonna post that”

pakospooky 4:16 PM: "@Erika_XP💚 https://youtu.be/A7P40vNkVr4 where did you get that?”

otherLiam 4:16 PM: "i am uncertain which of you is more antagonistic”

Xenquility 4:16 PM: "WHERE DID YOU GET THATTTTTTTT”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:16 PM: "Yo prod”

Xenquility 4:16 PM: "inb4 doug”

ARGdov 4:16 PM: "lol”

pakospooky 4:16 PM: “WHERE???”

Xenquility 4:16 PM: "pakoplans”

otherLiam 4:16 PM: "pako chill dawg”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:16 PM: "Inb4 pako AO doug”

Xenquility 4:16 PM: "how's the production business my guy”

The Producer 4:16 PM: "its quite lively”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:17 PM: "Are u gonna send us another sick beat now?”

ARGdov 4:17 PM: "I can imagine”

The Producer 4:17 PM: "im enjoying my cup or morning spook joe”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:17 PM: "Spook Joe?”

Xenquility 4:17 PM: "are there other people in your field or are you the only person who produces shit between paralellos's”

The Producer 4:17 PM: "no i dont have any songs to send right now”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:17 PM: "OH NO”

The Producer 4:17 PM: "but ill make one specifically for you guys”

ARGdov 4:17 PM: "aww”

ARGdov 4:17 PM: "well thats sweet”

ARGdov 4:17 PM: "considering who you work for”

The Producer 4:17 PM: "i wont give it to you all until the time is right, however”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:17 PM: "Ty dude!”

ARGdov 4:18 PM: "deal.”

The Producer 4:18 PM: "ill call it”

The Producer 4:18 PM: "uhh”

Xenquility 4:18 PM: "what if it turns out producer is actually insanely evil and is the reincarnation of tenebris”

The Producer 4:18 PM: "what should i call it”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:18 PM: "Kill switch”

ARGdov 4:18 PM: "as for which one is more antagonistic”

ARGdov 4:18 PM: "I mean compared to BUP neither is”

The Producer 4:18 PM: "ok ill call it kill switch”

Xenquility 4:18 PM: "see”

Xenquility 4:18 PM: "he is”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:18 PM: "15 minute song of just TTS: YES, YES, YES, YES”

spookypako 4:19 PM: "Is it possible that Erika is Tyler's friend / girlfriend?”

Xenquility 4:19 PM: "call it: Kill?, yes”

ARGdov 4:19 PM: "no.”

ARGdov 4:19 PM: "definitely not”

The Producer 4:19 PM: "Boyfriend”

ARGdov 4:19 PM: "Carla lives in Australia, and they havent dated for....several years”

spookypako 4:19 PM: "ups”

ARGdov 4:19 PM: "she was also a member of the LC”

spookypako 4:19 PM: "seriously?”

Xenquility 4:19 PM: "Former”

Xenquility 4:19 PM: "if I recall”

Xenquility 4:19 PM: "Ay Producer”

Xenquility 4:19 PM: "Any idea how erika got a hold of never-before-seen-exclusive-vip footage”

The Producer 4:21 PM: "you'll just have to ask them”

Xenquility 4:21 PM: "or are we just stupid and forgetting that we've seen it”

The Producer 4:21 PM: "as for many years this has been going on for, its no surprise that some stuff has slipped through the cracks”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:21 PM: "EL PRODUSER!!!”

The Producer 4:21 PM: "el traitor”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:21 PM: "mexican music plays”

Xenquility 4:21 PM: "also why is slinky the traitor”

The Producer 4:22 PM: "i guess traitor isn't exactly accurate”

The Producer 4:22 PM: "how about "elegy boy"”

spookypako 4:22 PM: "Is it possible that some character gave her images and videos, but she can't tell who gave them?”

Xenquility 4:22 PM: "alright that sounds good”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:22 PM: "Elegy boy sounds neat”

Jos 4:23 PM: "what about about to fuck up boy”

The Producer 4:23 PM: "a perpetual state of aboutting to fuck up

sounds good”

Jos 4:23 PM: "exactly”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:24 PM: "Neat”

spookypako 4:26 PM: "guys who is the guy at left”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:26 PM: "Hm?”

spookypako 4:26 PM: "fuck”

spookypako 4:26 PM: "wait”

The Producer 4:29 PM: "we will never know who is the guy at left”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:29 PM: "F”

Xenquility 4:29 PM: "some say he is still at the left to this day”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:29 PM: "Others say he is now at the right”

spookypako 4:29 PM: ":joy: :joy:”

Xenquility 4:30 PM: "they're fucking wrong”

spookypako 4:30 PM: "my phone is trolling me sorry”

The Producer 4:30 PM: "thats horseshoe theory for you”

The Producer 4:30 PM: "or spooky horseshoe theory as we call it here”

spookypako 4:31 PM: "who is the guy in the left in the window”

The Producer 4:31 PM: "our office has quite the diverse range of spooky politicial opinions”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:31 PM: "Do you know who is "spuu kinjo'"?”

Xenquility 4:31 PM: "Pretty sure that's just tyler in his house”

Xenquility 4:31 PM: "can't really tell though”

The Producer 4:32 PM: "joe spooky mama”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:32 PM: "Nope”

Xenquility 4:32 PM: "the spooky producer”

The Producer 4:32 PM: "i have the second eye”

The Producer 4:32 PM: "you cannot fool me”

The Producer 4:32 PM: "i mean third eye”

The Producer 4:32 PM: "fuck”

Xenquility 4:32 PM: "the spooky second eye”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:32 PM: "Spuu kinjo' mama”

spookypako 4:32 PM: "but who is recording?”

spookypako 4:32 PM: "uhum”

The Producer 4:33 PM: "the camera, obviously”

spookypako 4:33 PM: "very funny”

spookypako 4:33 PM: "...”

Xenquility 4:33 PM: "it's their second eye not the camera”

The Producer 4:33 PM: "they have google eye”

The Producer 4:33 PM: "spooky google eye”

Xenquility 4:33 PM: "google cardboard”

Xenquility 4:33 PM: "or glass or whatever it was”

Xenquility 4:33 PM: "waoah”

Xenquility 4:33 PM: "briefcase”

Xenquility 4:33 PM: "that's somewhat relevant to this isnt it”

The Producer 4:35 PM: "briefcases are quite handy for delivering and transporting goods”

The Producer 4:35 PM: "im a fan”

spookypako 4:35 PM: "dewalk closed”

spookypako 4:35 PM: "cross here”

Xenquility 4:35 PM: "what if”

Xenquility 4:35 PM: "producer is the white dude with the briefcase”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:35 PM: "That's producer”

The Producer 4:35 PM: "its me”

Xenquility 4:35 PM: "from start life”

Xenquility 4:35 PM: "BUM BUM BUM”

spookypako 4:36 PM: "bumb”

The Producer 4:36 PM: "im not that tiny faceless mongoloid”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:36 PM: "Prod”

Xenquility 4:36 PM: "woah”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:36 PM: "Are you a little mannequin?”

Xenquility 4:36 PM: "mongoloid was my word”

Xenquility 4:36 PM: "how dare you”

The Producer 4:36 PM: "OI”

The Producer 4:36 PM: "sorry”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:36 PM: "Mongoloid is racist”

The Producer 4:36 PM: "im racist”

Xenquility 4:36 PM: "and im raceless”

Xenquility 4:36 PM: "is it okay to be racist if you're racist to all races”

The Producer 4:37 PM: "apparently pako needs a new bum”

spookypako 4:37 PM: "HAHAHA”

The Producer 4:37 PM: "my condolences”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:37 PM: "F”

spookypako 4:37 PM: ":joy: :joy:”

Xenquility 4:37 PM: "Pako's ass has been blasted”

The Producer 4:37 PM: "im racist towards non spookys”

Xenquility 4:37 PM: "so you're racist towards yourself”

spookypako 4:37 PM: "nonon”

Xenquility 4:37 PM: "cause uh”

The Producer 4:37 PM: "aw”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:37 PM: "Prod, are the Spooks like a different race”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:37 PM: "Like”

The Producer 4:37 PM: "you guys dont think im spooky”

Xenquility 4:37 PM: "you're not spooky or something”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:37 PM: "Elfs? For example?”

Xenquility 4:37 PM: "we appreciate it”

Xenquility 4:37 PM: "spooky is overrated”

Xenquility 4:38 PM: "all the annoying guys are spooky”

Xenquility 4:38 PM: "but luckily”

Xenquility 4:38 PM: "you are”

Xenquility 4:38 PM: "https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=39Bnk6VU53Y”

spookypako 4:38 PM: "hd lol”

The Producer 4:38 PM: "well im glad i could at least be "Refreshing like a spring breeze..."”

The Producer 4:39 PM: "like finally taking off the gas mask and getting a big ol whiff”

Xenquility 4:39 PM: "woah”

Xenquility 4:39 PM: "gas mask”

Xenquility 4:39 PM: "producer is skm”

The Producer 4:39 PM: "he wishes”

spookypako 4:39 PM: "oh yeah”

Xenquility 4:39 PM: "why do all of you guys hate on skm”

spookypako 4:39 PM: "no you wishes”

Xenquility 4:39 PM: "skm is great”

The Producer 4:39 PM: "nah skm is pretty cool”

The Producer 4:39 PM: "kinda sketchy though”

Xenquility 4:40 PM: "no offense but”

The Producer 4:40 PM: "keeps himself busy”

The Producer 4:40 PM: "thats for sure”

Xenquility 4:40 PM: "you're one to talk”

The Producer 4:40 PM: "twoshey”

Xenquility 4:40 PM: "TWOSHEY”

Xenquility 4:40 PM: "EXCUSE ME”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:40 PM: "TWOSHEY”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:40 PM: "HAHAHA”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:40 PM: "r/boneappletea”

The Producer 4:40 PM: "its pronounced "toosh"”

Xenquility 4:40 PM: "touché thankyouverymuch”

The Producer 4:41 PM: "haha... laugh now…”

The Producer 4:41 PM: "you, wont be... laughing... soon,,,”

Xenquility 4:41 PM: "one flaw in that joke”

The Producer 4:41 PM: "am i spooky enough now”

Xenquility 4:41 PM: "spooks always use capitals”

The Producer 4:41 PM: "HAHAHA”

The Producer 4:41 PM: "HEEHEE”

Xenquility 4:41 PM: "I meant the first letter of a sentence”

The Producer 4:41 PM: "shit”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:41 PM: "Hohoho hehehe”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:41 PM: "HELLO THERE OLDY CHUM”

Xenquility 4:42 PM: "also the dots make you sound like a prepubescent girl trying to write ben drowned fanfics”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:42 PM: "IM NOT A GNELF”

Xenquility 4:42 PM: "i mean”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:42 PM: "IM NOT A GNOBLIN”

Xenquility 4:42 PM: "non fanfic”

The Producer 4:42 PM: "maybe i am”

Xenquility 4:42 PM: "definitely real”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:42 PM: "IM A GNOME”

spookypako 4:42 PM: "Skm.png (147×148)”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:42 PM: "AND YOU'VE BEEN GNOOOOOMED”

spookypako 4:42 PM: "ups”

The Producer 4:42 PM: "deep down inside, arent we all prepubsescent ben drowned fan girls?”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:42 PM: "We are”

Xenquility 4:42 PM: "TOUCHE”

The Producer 4:42 PM: "toosh”

ARGdov 4:43 PM: "I mean”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:43 PM: ">producer being meta”

Xenquility 4:43 PM: "ill woop your toosh if you spell is twoshey again”

ARGdov 4:43 PM: "Were all still here”

ARGdov 4:43 PM: "So yes we all our secretly BEN fangirls”

Xenquility 4:43 PM: "does tenebris know about all his fans”

The Producer 4:43 PM: "we all our”

Xenquility 4:43 PM: "nigth”

spookypako 4:44 PM: "nightmind”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:44 PM: "Suck”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:44 PM: "My”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:44 PM: "Dick”

Xenquility 4:44 PM: "no thank you pokephile”

The Producer 4:44 PM: "Dickth”

Xenquility 4:44 PM: "and now pedophile”

spookypako 4:44 PM: "i”

spookypako 4:44 PM: "dony”

spookypako 4:44 PM: "wanna”

Xenquility 4:44 PM: "gerth”

The Producer 4:44 PM: "more like i pony wanna”

Xenquility 4:44 PM: "gerth vlogs”

The Producer 4:44 PM: "alright lunch break over”

Xenquility 4:44 PM: "more like i pako wanna”

The Producer 4:44 PM: "i have consumed my spook soup”

spookypako 4:44 PM: "hahaha”

The Producer 4:44 PM: "ill speak with you all some other time”

Xenquility 4:45 PM: "*some other spooky time”

The Producer 4:45 PM: "^^^”

Xenquility 4:45 PM: "anyways seeya p dog”

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ruthlessbookfish · 7 years

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Legally Charming by Lauren Smith

march 13

My Review

Jared had that cool caring Alpha thing going on. He hit all the protective buttons when it came to Felicity. Felicity was a little in over her head. I loved the dynamics of the story, and I think we might be getting a few more stories from this group.

**** I voluntarily read an advanced readers copy of this book****

Title: Legally Charming

Series: Ever After #1

Author: Lauren Smith

Genre: Contemporary Romance/New Adult

Release Date: March 13, 2017

Blurb

THE RIGHT DRESS CAN CATCH THE EYE OF PRINCE CHARMING…

Felicity Hart has one goal: Completing her masters in art. Falling in love isn’t part of the plan. She reluctantly agrees to attend a Halloween party with her best friend. After sneaking away from the party and falling asleep in an unoccupied room, she wakes to the sexiest pair of eyes she’s ever seen. Eyes that belong to the one man who could turn her well organized world upside down. When he flashes that wicked, panty-melting smile at her the vow to not fall in love seems impossible…

EVERY PRINCE IS LOOKING FOR HIS SLEEPING BEAUTY TO KISS…

Jared Redmond used to be the ultimate bad boy. But now his legal career is taking off and the partners of his firm are trusting him with high-dollar real estate transactions. Jared’s king-size bed is empty. But when he arrives home on Halloween to find a princess sleeping in his bed – his all work and no play attitude goes out the window. There’s nothing he wants more than to explore the hidden desires of this mysterious beauty and show her just how much of a bad boy he really is by fulfilling her every fantasy.

WHEN MIDNIGHT STRIKES AND COACHES TURN TO PUMPKINS… Underneath the glitter of this fairy tale romance, Felicity and Jared might have found true love. But the mounting pressure of their real lives takes hold again and Jared and Felicity are pulled further and further apart. Can they find their fairy tale ending or will they be left with the dying embers of what could have been?

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Excerpt

Jared Redmond stumbled from the taxicab, his brown leather briefcase smacking his back as he struggled to stay on his feet. He swallowed a growl of frustration. This was the last time he let the senior partners of his firm keep him out late to celebrate. He’d only had one drink, since he was dead tired from the last few months of overtime at the office. Having to smile, laugh, and socialize all night with the partners left him edgy and desperate to get home and crawl into bed. God forbid he just do his job and do it well enough to earn respect. No, he had to spend hours at one of the most expensive restaurants with them, watching them pat each other on the back when he’d done all the heavy lifting in their multi-million-dollar transaction. Big fucking mistake. Now he was completely drained, and his body was determined to go to sleep on him right there on the street. His vision was fine, but his motor skills seemed to have abandoned him. He reached the glass doors of his apartment building lobby, leaning a little too heavily against the glass. Fishing around in his pocket for his keycard, he muttered a string of curses when his hand came up empty. He glanced up and rapped his knuckles. Thank God, the guard recognized him and buzzed him inside. “Mr. Redmond.” The security guard nodded, a knowing smile on the older man’s lips. “Hey, Randy,” he greeted, wincing at the slur of his words. A few more steps and he reached the elevator. After much effort focusing on the series of floor buttons on the panel, he pressed the button to the fifteenth floor and it lit up. He leaned his head back on the mirrored walls, resting. Jesus, it was like he was drunk, but he knew it was sheer exhaustion. It had been a hell of a day. After two months of negotiations, sleepless nights, long hours, and no chance of reviving his obsolete social life, he’d closed the massive real estate deal, and closed it earlier than he’d anticipated. Everyone demanded they go out and celebrate. He just wanted to crash and sleep off all of the stress pent up inside him. He was going to walk into his bedroom and face-plant on his bed and not move all weekend from that spot. Tanner would be out with his girlfriend, Layla, celebrating. It was Halloween, wasn’t it? A little grin tugged at his lips. The apartment would be empty and quiet. The perfect benefit of arriving home early. He’d told Tanner he wouldn’t be back until Sunday, and it was only Friday now. He expected his little brother and girlfriend would be out partying the night away, giving him total silence and a soft bed to crash on without any disturbances. The second the elevator doors slid open with a soft hiss, he heard the music and the erratic noises of a party. Laughter, voices, all coming from their apartment. Fucking hell. ��Tanner,” he growled, fists clenched. So the partying tonight was in, not out. Jared contemplated turning around and finding a hotel, or worse, calling Shana. No, bad idea. They’d dated on and off during law school and after, but they’d never been exclusive. Currently he and Shana were off. Definitely off. Lousy timing for Tanner to throw a damn party. That was the main problem with letting his twenty-four-year-old brother live with him. He’d thought it would be nice to spend some time with his little brother, but with his work schedule he barely saw Tanner. The one night they might have hung out, he was too tired to care. He was not in the mood to dodge drunken graduate students all night and try to drown out all the racket they were making. Luck wasn’t with him tonight. Fuck, he was turning into a crotchety old man if he was going to let a party piss him off. The door to their place was unlocked, and when he swung the door open, a wave of fresh sound engulfed him. His eardrums throbbed, and he winced at the explosion of the music that drilled into his skull like nails. Scantily-dressed girls bounced about to the pounding rhythm of the music along with guys who were watching with giddy-schoolboy expressions. Some of them cheered and smiled, drunkenly overjoyed that a new person had shown up to the party. Several familiar faces, Tanner’s friends, waved at him or nodded as he walked past them. “Jared! I thought you weren’t coming home till tomorrow?” A zombie stripper stepped in front of him, hands on her hips. Through the gory makeup he thought he recognized her. “Layla?” Tanner’s girlfriend was dressed as a zombie stripper. Only Layla could manage to pull off that look. “Layla, what the hell is going on?” he demanded, gesturing to the insanity. A girl in a sexy Lara Croft costume was singing a bad karaoke cover of “Somebody’s Watching Me.” Holy fuck. He was going to need some noise-cancelling headphones to survive this shit. For a brief second he considered tossing everyone out on their damn asses, but this place was half Tanner’s and he’d told Tanner he wouldn’t be here tonight. Brother code demanded he suffer through this bullshit. Layla didn’t look chagrined in the least. “It’s Halloween. Oh, and Felicity’s birthday, obviously.” “Who is Felicity?” He’d never met anyone named Felicity. Not that it was surprising, because he was never around when his brother was hanging out with Layla and their friends. He didn’t really remember what it was like to be that carefree. Law school and work had a way of consuming a person’s good memories. “Scratch that, I don’t care. Is this thing”—he waved a hand around—“ending anytime soon?” He shifted his briefcase strap over his shoulder. His suit was starting to suffocate him, and as much as he liked the particular steel-gray tie he wore at the moment, he was desperate enough to cut it right off his neck if he couldn’t get to his room fast enough. “Uh…” She licked her lips. “Don’t know. But you said you weren’t coming back until Sunday.” “Well, here I am and tired as fuck. So I’m going to bed. Try to keep it down,” he growled. “Uh, Jared.” She dodged around him, trying to prevent him from getting past her. “What did you do?” He arched a brow, sensing by the way her eyes widened and she shifted in her stilettos that something was wrong. “I might have given your bed away.” Layla bit her lip, yet she was brave enough to still meet his eyes. “What do you mean you gave my bed away?” She attempted to smile. “You were supposed to be gone until Monday, and Felicity needed a place to stay tonight. It’s late, and I didn’t want her to go home alone. She lives in a sketchy part of town—so I told her she could crash in your bed since you weren’t going to be here.” She glared at him, accusing him of something he wasn’t entirely sure was his fault. “So she’s in your room tonight.” She ended with a finality that did not entirely make sense to his tired brain. “Let me get this straight. Some girl is in my bed…right now?” Layla swallowed, her eyes darting away before coming back to him. “Um…yeah?” “No,” he stated and stalked toward his room, Layla at his heels. Whoever this Felicity person was, she was in his bed, and since it was his bed, whatever Layla and this girl had seemed to think otherwise, he’d have her out of it. Reaching his bedroom door, he crashed it open and strode in, prepared for all the hell and fury that came with drunk, twenty-something females—and instead, as his eyes adjusted, he found a princess in his bed. Layla clattered behind on her too-tall stilettos. “Jared, wait—” He pushed the door open, and a yellow beam of light from the hallway cut across the dark room, revealing a figure lying across his bed. A princess. There was a princess in his bed. The burgundy-and-gold gown was draped over his comforter with pearls glowing like tiny moons on the bodice of her gown. What the fuck? “Please don’t wake her,” Layla begged. Wake her? Jared shook his head. What nonsense. He wasn’t a romantic. Even though she was certainly a fantasy. All luscious curves and mystery. Her dark auburn hair cascading over the pillow looked soft. His hands ached to reach out and fist in the strands. She looked like the kind of woman a young man dreamed about and ruined his sheets over, the kind of woman he’d stopped dreaming about a long time ago because he was convinced they didn’t exist. He didn’t turn to look at Layla as he spoke. “Who is that?” “Felicity Hart. Birthday girl and, more importantly, my best friend.” The threat was heavily implied. Don’t screw with Layla or her friends. Her loyalty in that respect was one of the things he admired most about his brother’s girlfriend. Layla’s fingers curled around his biceps and squeezed, getting his attention. “I told her she could sleep in your room since you weren’t supposed to be here. It’s the only place available for her to sleep.” “I’m not giving up my bed. I worked seventy hours this week. I’m going to sleep.” He got one step inside his room before Layla practically tackled him, climbing up his back like a spider monkey. “You. Will. Not. Wake. Her. Up,” Layla growled, nails digging into his arms. “She has a really important research paper due tomorrow, and she needs to sleep.” “She can stay, but I’m sharing my bed with her. End of discussion. Go back to your party.” With a little shove, he made sure Layla couldn’t get back in before he shut the door in her face. When he turned back around, he studied the girl in his bed. Without the hallway light he could barely make out her features. Just a silhouette, really, of a princess. Arousal slammed into him. He felt like an idiot. He never dated anyone who was still in school. They were too young. A year ago he’d tried to date a girl who was twenty-four, but she’d gotten pissed every time he’d had to work late. She didn’t get the pressures of his job. None of the girls younger than him seemed to understand that. Layla was all right, but she was still a kid. He needed someone mature who was at the same point in her life as him, an adult. The hot little princess was the last thing he needed to be thinking about. Don’t think about her or how much fun it would be to wake her up and kiss her. Just be a gentleman and go to bed. His inner voice was a goddamn control freak, but he was thankful someone was still responsible. Turning away, he started to strip out of his work clothes. He kicked his shoes off and then slipped a pair of pajama bottoms on. He didn’t bother with a shirt. He always got a little hot at night anyway. As he moved deeper into the room, he caught his foot on a chair. It screeched as it slid across the wood, and he winced, catching himself against the back of it. He glanced at the bed, but the girl hadn’t woken. A few quick steps and then he hit the bed, landing on his stomach and bouncing a little. The princess next to him didn’t stir. He shifted a couple of inches and slid one arm beneath his pillow to puff it up as he laid his head down. The toll of the night’s celebrations dragged him to the edge of the abyss of sleep. He was so close… A little gasp and a half-strangled whimper pulled him to the surface again. “Whah?” He groaned and rolled onto his side facing the girl. She was thrashing and whimpering beside him. Her hands clawed at the bodice of her dress, as though trying to escape it. “Damn it!” He sat up and flicked on the lamp by his side of the bed. The wash of color in the room showed how flushed the girl was. She still shifted and kicked, moaning as if in pain. Jared leaned over and gently jostled her shoulder. “Hey, kid, wake up.” She jolted awake. Bright gray eyes like liquid mercury flashed in shock and fear as her gaze fell on him. “Hi,” he said. The princess blinked, her eyes darting around the room, then back to him, focusing on his bare chest. Her pupils dilated. “Did we…um…who—” She shook her head as though to clear it. “Who are you, and what are you doing here?” Jared let out a raspy chuckle. “I’m the one who should be asking questions. But it’s been a long day and I’m beat. I’m Jared, and you are in my bed.” He stood and walked back to his cherrywood dresser. His fingers curled around the brass handle, and he opened the top drawer. “You’re Tanner’s brother?” Her voice was soft, husky. It rolled over him, soothing his irritation. He selected a silk striped button-down nightshirt and a pair of boxers from his drawer and then returned to the bed. “Here.” He held the clothes out to her. “What are those for?” she asked. One elegant brow rose. “You. You woke up clawing at your dress. Looks like it’s too tight around your chest and it’s restricting your breathing. Unless you have clothes of your own, you’re changing into these so we can both get some sleep. Layla said you had some paper due tomorrow.” When she opened her mouth, he could see the protest in her eyes and it amused him. Feisty little thing. And damned if he didn’t picture all the things he’d like to do to that little mouth. “Take the clothes and change in the bathroom. Now.” He deepened his voice, and she hopped out of bed, snatching the clothes as she darted into the bathroom. She froze, then slowly looked over her shoulder at him. “What?” “My dress…it’s the laces in the back. I can’t reach them.” A sigh escaped him. “Come here.” He crooked a finger and sat farther back on his bed. She sidled up to him, bashfulness in her every movement. There was something sinful and suggestive about the way she nibbled her bottom lip. He twirled a finger, indicating for her to spin around. She offered her back to him. The silk ribbons on the back of her gown came undone easily enough, but he was surprised to see the second set of laces beneath, which belonged to a corset. It was black with embroidered red roses that set off the color of the loose tangles of her hair. The strands teased the back of his hands as he unlaced the corset. The creamy skin of her lower back made his mouth go dry. The princess was trying to kill him with these temptations. All too soon the view disappeared as she rushed into the adjoining bathroom to change. He fell back onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling. His fingers tapped a rhythm on his stomach as he waited. This was not at all how he’d predicted his night would go. He wasn’t complaining—not exactly.

The princess emerged, gown gone. She looked so young, standing there dwarfed in his button-down shirt and a hint of his boxers beneath the hem at her mid-thighs. Her gorgeous hair was wild and long, and it looked like she’d been well loved in bed. He didn’t miss the swell of her full breasts against the thin, expensive silk. The top button was low down her chest, exposing a wealth of creamy skin. Damn.

Author Bio

Lauren Smith is an Oklahoma attorney by day, author by night for Grand Central Publishing, who pens adventurous and edgy romance stories by the light of her smart phone flashlight app. She knew she was destined to be a romance writer when she attempted to re-write the entire Titanic movie just to save Jack from drowning. Connecting with readers by writing emotionally moving, realistic and sexy romances no matter what time period is her passion. She’s won multiple awards in several romance subgenres including: New England Reader’s Choice Awards, Greater Detroit BookSeller’s Best Awards, Amazon.com Breakthrough Novel Award Quarter-Finalist and a Semi-Finalist for the Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Award. To connect with Lauren, visit her at http://www.laurensmithbooks.com/ or twitter at https://twitter.com/LSmithAuthor.

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