#gwen i am going to hit you oh my god

[thermodynamic-comedian]

i feel like there's something genuinely terrifying about what gwen did from lena's perspective. to not only let a danger inside what she probably considers a "safe" place, but to also disregard that danger because of social status and wealth. lena knows exactly how dangerous lady mowbray is, and she has to live with the fact that she was in there without her knowledge.

i imagine it's almost like finding out that someone was inside your house without your consent or knowledge, except you know every excrutiating detail of what they could've done to you.

and the person who let them inside is telling you that you're overreacting.

[gh0stsp1d3r]

IDEA FOR UR TEENAGERS SERIES THINGY

Reader discovers how to use her super speed powers again while shes hanging out with all the other spiders (miles, gwen, pav, ofc her bf hobie) and they decide to go swinging around the city on her planet while shes running instead (maybe theyre having a race or something idk)

OOO

𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬... 𝐏𝐭 𝟏𝟏

“Okay, so basically, you have super speed and you can control time?!” Miles exclaimed, as he drunk his shake.

“Well.. I used to be able to. I can’t do either anymore. I don’t know why but..” you shrugged, taking a sip of yours and Hobies drink.

“I definitely did not see that coming.” Gwen mumbled.

“Yeah, my girl is even cooler now, ain’t she.” He put his arm around you.

“Your girl? Thought you didn’t like labels.”

“I don’t. And you ain’t no one’s property, and you are a free woman to do whatever you want, but you are my girl.”

You looked at him in confusion but laughed. “All right then..”

“Nothing of what you just said made sense, bro.” Pavitr said.

You all laughed.

“I say.. we all have a race. Like a swinging race.”

“What about me?” You asked.

“You can run.. who knows maybe your power will come back.” Miles said, as a joke.

“Ha ha, very funny. Sure, that’s cool.” You hit his arm.

“Sounds good to me.” Pavitr said.

“Sure.” Hobie shrugged.

“Cool.” Gwen said.

You all left after a while, everyone getting ready to start swinging.

“Okay, so where do we meet?”

“Just like uh…that one park we went to.” Miles said.

“Alright.” You said.

“That’s like… 3 miles away.” Miles looked at you.

You sighed.

“If it’s too much I’ll get an Uber or something.” You shrugged.

“Alright, suit yourself.”

“1, 2, and… 3!” They all started to swing, feet off the ground. As soon as you ran, something felt off. You didn’t run often, and it was odd.

First you started off normally, then the speed increased. It increased to the point where your shoes went on fire, and you were at the park in a matter of seconds. The whole team stopped for a moment and stared in shock.

“What the-“ you mumbled, yelling as you realized your shoes were on fire. The kids and parents staring at you.

You put out the fire, and sighed.

“What?” You looked at everyone staring.

You looked and saw everyone still swinging. Hobie with a giant smile on his face as you stood there in complete shock.

“This is crazy. This is absolutely fucking crazy.” You mumbled to yourself, pacing back and fourth.

Hobie raced down to you when he got on the ground, around him turning a bright pink as his eye lenses were wide.

“Holy shit, that was so cool! We were all like ‘oh fuck mate, what the fuck is that?’ And I haven’t gotten a scooby doo on how it happened but-“

“Hobie what the fuck am I supposed to do?!” You grabbed his shoulders and shook him.

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t wanna live my life running like the fuckin’ flash!”

“Don’t know who that is, but I’m sure he’s cool.”

“He is but I don’t want this.. these stupid.. oh my god. Does this mean my time powers are back to?”

“Holy shit. My future wife is so fuckin’ sick.” He said.

“Hobie! This isn’t a good thing-“

“It should be! This is fuckin’ amazing, darling.”

You sighed. “How am I gonna explain this to Miguel? He’s already pissed that we keep jumping dimensions to meet up.”

“I’ll tell him.”

“What?”

“If you don’t wanna tell him, I will.

You sighed. “All right. I’ll tell him.”

Hobie smiled and kissed you.

“Also, I kinda ruined your converse..” you said.

He looked at the shoes you had on, you lifted your leg and showed the bottom of it.

“Ehh. It’s whatever. I’ll get new ones.” He shrugged.

“By her do you by any chance mean steal?”

“You know me so well.”

“I sure do.”

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[juiles]

All to well

Plot: idk. have fun!

Type: angst and fluff

Warnings: i am in no way saying that this is how all autistic people are!! This fic is based off my PERSONAL experience with autism and sensory overload. Please remember this as you read!!

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Being autistic has drawbacks for a normal person, but for an actress in Marvel movies, it was tough. I’m proud of who I am but I didn’t want the pitying looks, the comments or being stuck as only getting the “autistic” role so for my own sake, I’m not super open about it.

My parents are ashamed of it so they never told anyone and I was forced to mask anytime I was around anyone. Not even Scar knew, and she was my best friend, almost a mother figure to me. I didn’t want her to think any different of me. She’s known me since i was 7 and played her on screen adopted daughter in Iron Man 2.

We’re filming Endgame right now. I’m on my way to set with Scarlett. Today has been a rough day for me so far as my parents woke me up by screaming at me which then caused me to struggle in keeping my mask up. Scar picked me up and I’m already exhausted, I’ve caught myself stimming a few times and quickly stopped it.

When we pulled into the parking lot, i grabbed my bag and walked with her through set to our trailers where we left our stuff and we’re immediately shuffled to makeup and costumes.

“Oh shit…” I mutter staring at the costume in Erica’s hand. “I didn’t realize it was a fight scene today…”

“Babe.” Erica, my assistant and on set guardian says. She’s known about me since the first day which was when i was 7. “You’ve known about this for a week. Are you okay?”

“I’m super over stimulated right now…” I murmur tapping my leg in sets of 7, a common stim for me.

“Let’s do hair and makeup first okay? Keep you out of the costume until the last second okay?” I nod and the two of us move to hair and makeup where Scarlett is getting her hair done.

“Hey, where’s your costume kid?” She asks looking over at me.

“I uh-“ I glance at Erica who steps in for me quickly.

“It had a small tear in it so it’s getting fixed quickly.” Scarlet merely hums in response and I sit. Getting my wig on and makeup done is awful, having everyone touching me and all their voices so close to me ears. I feel a soft hand on my cheek and peek my eyes open to see Scar staring at me in concern.

“Stop grinding your jaw babe…” I release my jaw, not even realizing i had been doing it. “You okay love? You disappeared for a bit there.” I respond with a hum, my voice disappearing from within. “Let’s get your costume on and to set okay?”

I look around quickly and don’t see Erica, Scarlet must see the panic as she quickly says. “She got called away in an emergency. I’m going to be your guardian today.” I nod, feeling the panic bubble up in my chest, but give her a soft smile.

The two of us make our way to my trailer and she helps me quickly slip into the suit. I immediately want to rip it off as it’s skin tight and an uncomfortable material. It feels like it’s digging into my skin and pulling it away as if it’s velcro and my skin is the other side. I take a deep breath and come out to see Scar in costume waiting. “Ready?” I nod and we head to set where I realize it’s a busy day, all original 6 avengers, Lizzie, both Paul’s, Gwen and Cobie are all there. I internally groan as immediately, the girls are coming over to me and Scar talking a mile a minute. I stand next to Scarlett silently until Lizzie turns to me. “Hey kiddo. Ready to fight? We have to fly today.” My eyes widen for a moment before i force a smile and nod at the fake red head in front of me.

“What? Cat got your tongue?” This makes everyone around us laugh but it makes me feel awful. I have no voice, it comes and goes, when it’s gone, my parents ridicule me, I get hit. I look down as i feel my tears well up in my eyes and blink rapidly trying to will them away. I thank god silently when Joe calls us to places which means i get away from the now very suddenly concerned looking Scarlett, Lizzie and Cobie. I’m stuck with Renner as I get rigged up, the feeling of being sick suddenly appearing as more people touch me.

I feel the lump in my throat tighten and the feeling of the harness wrapped around me suddenly makes me feel like it’s constricting my breathing and everyone around me disappeared as my hands flung to the harness, in my panic my hands struggled with the buckle which just made me more infuriated and grunts started coming out as my tears blurred my vision.

I feel a set of hands on mine holding them down, i scream and rip mine away and start scratching at my throat trying to rip it open to get a breath. My eyes started blacking out and the last thing i see is Scarlett’s panicked face as she tries to grab at my hands before it all goes black.

Scarlett’s POV

I know something is off with y/n. Not off but just that she was different. I have had a feeling it was autism for a while now, today proved that to me.

She was silent the whole car ride to set, normally she’d be singing along the radio but she wouldn’t even let me turn it on today. As soon as we got to set she locked herself in her trailer without a word, the next time i saw her, she looked panicked and while she was getting her hair and makeup done she disappeared fully before i brought her back. She has days where she goes mute, she just calls them her bad days, they usually happen on days she has arguments with her parents but normally she can still communicate to me in different ways but today she was completely gone. It got worse as soon as she realized Erica was gone. Walking on to set, she tended up and i saw her tapping her thigh every once in a while. The comment that Lizzie made would normally make her laugh, her reaction today was off.

I watched her from the corner of my eye but had to look away for a second before i heard Renner.

“Y/N!! What are you doing?! You’re going to hurt yourself!” I whip my head around and my heart sinks as i see y/n struggling with her harness, her hands are shaking violently, tears streaming down her face, her eyes are glazed over. I bolt over and grab her hands gently.

“Y/n baby, stop. You’ve got to stop my love.” She rips her hands out of mine and starts clawing at her throat which is when i notice she’s not breathing properly. She’s barely able to get a small breath. Instincts kick in for me and i turn to the cast and crew crowding her. “Give her space. Now. I need someone to set up a dark room with minimal sound and her clothes she was wearing this morning as well as the blanket from my trailer. A cold cloth and her wig taken off.” I turn around as she starts to collapse, i grab her arm and quickly wrap an arm around her waist. “Now!”

It’s a bit of a blur after that honestly, the next thing i know, im alone with her in the green room after everything is unplugged and blankets are draped over the windows. Her wig is already off and someone hands me my blanket and her clothes before silently leaving. I help her unconscious body out of the suit and into her clothes before draping my weighted blanket over her body. I sit back and stare at her, not touching her at all but close enough if she needs me.

It felt like hours but looking at my watch, it shows it’s only been 20 minutes when she finally wakes up.

My heart is beating what feels like a million mile a minute with panic as i watch her blue eyes flutter open before she looks around the room for a moment. Her hand comes out of the blanket and she starts tapping her thigh again, her head nodding along to each tap. She squeezes her eyes shut and i can hear her voice mumbling. “I’m safe. I’m here. I’m y/n.” Over and over again, i quietly cough to get her attention and she quickly sits up and her head whips up to look at me with wide eyes, both hands start scratching at the other wrist. “Oh my god…”

“Baby, you are safe. It’s just me.”

“No… no… no no no no no no no no.” She started tugging her hair and rocking slightly. “They’re going to kill me… you aren’t supposed to know…”

I quickly scoot over and grab her hands before pulling her into my chest, she tenses for a moment before melting into my arms. “I can’t hide it anymore Scar…”

“I know baby… I know.” I mutter into her hair swaying us back and forth slightly.

“I’m autistic…”

“Oh baby i know…” She freezes and looks at me with wide eyes. I can ready the fear in her blue eyes. “You hide it really really well but I’m basically your mom my love. I had suspicions but didn’t want to push you into telling me. Today was too much.” She nods burying herself back into me. “I need you to know that I will always listen to you. That if you ever feel like that again, you can tell me and i’ll get you out of it. Baby seeing you pass out was terrifying. I need you to know that if you’re that overwhelmed, that you do not have to do all that.”

“But… my parents don’t want everyone knowing… they’re all gonna know now…” She mumbles into me, my heart cracks.

“Baby being autistic is not a bad thing. It makes you even more amazing. It’s not something to be ashamed of at all. You are allowed to be who you are. To stim when your emotions are too high. To have bad days. I am here to show you that.” I say looking her directly into her eyes. “I’m here to support you.”

Tears welled up in her eyes as she nodded quickly. She sat up and started tapping her thigh as she stared at me. “This is my favourite stim, it’s really subtle but it calms me down… i count the most important people in my life.” She then looks down at her hand as she taps each finger. “Scarlett.” Tap. “Lizzie.” Tap. “Renner.” Tap. “Gwen.” Tap. “Cobie.” Tap. “Rob.” Tap. “Rosie.” Tap. “It reminds me that you guys would love me, no matter how broken or weird i am because i know how much you care.” She looked up at me through her eyelashes. “Another one is tapping here.” She taps her chest right above her heart twice. “Right here.” She does the tap to each word. “This is where you sit in my body. I usually only do this one when I’m not wearing my necklace. Playing with that is the stim i can do out in public.” I pulled her into my arms again as I cried.

“Oh baby…”

“You’ve always been my safe space Scar…”

“And i will be your safe space for the rest of eternity.”

We sit in silence for a few minutes before she pulls away with a smile. “Thank you. For learning how to help me.”

“You are more than welcome my love. Let’s go home and have a calm day okay?” She nods before standing up, pulling my weighted blanket over herself. I stand and wrapping my arms around her waist, the two of us make our way out of the room to find Lizzie standing not too far away, crying into Gwyneths arms. Y/n instantly runs over to her and wraps her arms around the crying woman. Lizzie jumps before she turns and sees who it is and wraps the girl into her arms.

“I’m so sorry bug. I shouldn’t have made that comment. I know how bad your parents are.” Y/n shakes her head pulling back and squeezes Lizzie’s hands. “Liz that wasn’t what caused that.” She takes a glance back at me before taking a deep breath and looks back at Lizzie. “I’m autistic and I was overstimulated and everything was just too much. I won’t lie, the comment did hurt a little but i know you didn’t say it in a mean way. You didn’t hurt me, memories of my parents saying stuff hurt me. But not you.” Lizzie’s eyes widen and she glances at me before she nods breathing to calm herself down. “If you ever need to talk or are struggling you can talk to me bug.”

Y/n nods with a small smile. “I know Liz.”

“Hey. Me too.” We all turn our head to see Gwyneth with a pout on her face. “You scared the shit out of me kiddo. Never do that again. Understand?” She pulls y/n’s laughing form into her arms.

“I understand mother Paltrow.” She says making us all chuckle.

Y/n pulls away and biting her cheek looks at me. “I- i uh- I’m not ready to face everyone else yet…”

“They already left bug. It’s just us four left.” Lizzie said smoothing the crazy hair down on y/n’s head. “I couldn’t leave worried i hurt you and Gwyn couldn’t leave me alone but everyone else left to give you privacy. Scarlett went full mama bear mode and screamed at some people for trying to push her into anything. It was great.” Y/n chuckled, which brings a grin to my face.

“Of course you did. But i wouldn’t trade you for the world.”

“I love you too baby.” I say kissing her head softly.

[novankenn]

I have an Idea what if Jaune is harem protagonist that doesn't want to be one? Like no matter how much he tries women keep falling for him while he just trying to be a huntsman. The idea is based off the Yo-kai Watch fanfiction "The Unwanted Harem Of Nathan Adams" by Black_Omochao on Archiveofourown

NOPE... NAW... NEY...NAH... NO!!!

Jaune: THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT MOM!!

Jaune's Mom: What could you ever be accusing me of, darling?

Jaune didn't answer as his attention was taken by evading and countering the frenzied grab of his partner... the one and only Pyrrha Nikos.

Jaune: YOU FUCKING WELL...

Jaune's Mom: LANGUAGE! I taught you better than that, young man!

Pyrrha: 💕Jaune 💕 I love you! (ACK! HACK! CHOKE! COUGH!)

Jaune backs away a spray bottle held before him. A spray bottle filled with Ice Dust infused water. A spray bottle he just used to hit his overly grabby partner in the face with.

Jaune: You KNEW I was holding out for my one true love, and yet you had to publicly release... that... that FILTH!

Jaune's Mom: Your baby pictures are not filth!

Jaune: They are when they make women go psycho for me!

Jaune's Mom: You're getting older, as am I... you're training for a VERY dangerous profession... can you... really blame me?

Jaune: YES I FUCKING CAN!

Jaune's Mom: LANGUAGE! You are NOT too big for you to put over my knee, young man!

Pyrrha had shaken off the effects of the icy cold mist and was once again preparing to close on her prey. With his scroll cradled between his shoulder and his ear, Jaune frantically twisted the nozzle...

Pyrrha: 💕Jaune 💕... AHHHH!!!!!! COLD!!!! COLD!!!

Pyrrha danced about JNPR's dorm room holding her chest... Jaune having scored a direct hit to her cleavage.

Jaune's Mom: That is NOT the way to treat your future wife Jaune!

Jaune: No... It's the only way I'll be able to keep my chastity until I GET MARRIED!!!

Jaune's Mom: Married. Smarried. I was expecting Spahron by the time your block-headed father finally asked me to marry him.

Jaune: Expecting... Saphron? But she's like the third eldest? Did you baby trap Dad?

Jaune's Mom: No. Good Heavens why would you suggest something like that? I'm your mother, and I love you father and all my babies... almost as much as I'll love all the grandbabies...

Jaune: If you want grandbabies... ask my sisters!

Jaune's Mom: I plan to... however my dear, darling, dense as lead son... you... can... give... me... more... much... faster... capeesh?

Pyrrha: 💕Jaune 💕... AHHH!!! NOT AGAIN!!! COLD!!! COLD!! COLD!!

Jaune: I am not jumping into the bed with every baby-crazed girl you send my way mom! I'm not!

Jaune's Mom: Oh, honey... they're coming whether you like it or not...

KNOCK... KNOCK... KNOCK... KNOCK... KNOCK...

Weiss: 💕Jaune 💕

Ruby: 💕Jaune 💕

Blake: 💕Jaune 💕

Yang: 💕Jaune 💕

Velvet: 💕Jaune 💕

Coco: 💕Jaune 💕

Goodwitch: 💕Jaune 💕

Cinder: 💕Jaune 💕

Emerald: 💕Jaune 💕

Octavia: 💕Jaune 💕

Dew: 💕Jaune 💕

Nebula: 💕Jaune 💕

Gwen: 💕Jaune 💕

Ciel: 💕Jaune 💕

Neon: 💕Jaune 💕

Reese: 💕Jaune 💕

Arslan: 💕Jaune 💕

May: 💕Jaune 💕

Raven: 💕Jaune 💕

Militia: 💕Jaune 💕

Mel: 💕Jaune 💕

Winter: 💕Jaune 💕

Elm: 💕Jaune 💕

Harriet: 💕Jaune 💕

Willow: 💕Jaune 💕

Atlas Moms: 💕Jaune 💕

Jaune: Gods preserve me...

Pyrrha: 💕Jaune 💕

In the corner Ren and Nora are seated on Ren's bed with Neo, watching the unfolding chaos. Small slips of paper being passed between them.

Nora: Neo says she has 200 on him reaching the bullhead docks.

Ren: I say 300 for him only reaching the front doors.

The dorm room door crumbles allowing all of Jaune's "suitors" entrance...

Nora: Well I say 500 for just the win...

SHATTER!!! CRASH!!!

ALL the Girls: 😱JAUNE!!! 😱

Nora: Crap baskets! I lost.

All the girls vanish in a whirl of dust, papers and loose clothes.

Ren: I understand why Nora's not part of that group, but you seem...

Neo (Typing on her scroll) Oh, I want him too... I just prefer the long game, besides I need money to get a proper dress.

Ren: Ah. So Bullhead?

Neo: (Typing on her scroll) No, change that. 1000 that he reaches Vale.

Jaune's Mom: (From Jaune's discarded scroll on the floor) Jaune? Jaune? Are you there? DO not be giving me the silent treatment young man! If you're not talking you BETTER be busy putting babies in those lovely young women... Jaune? Are you there? Anyone?

/==/

A/N: I think I missed the mark, but hey... it got me writing. 😁😁Thanks for the ask. Hope you enjoy.

[tinkerbelle05]

Please do pavitr x reader please!!

Thanks for the Help

Characters: Pavitr Prabhakar x GN!reader

Genre: Slight angst, Fluff

Summary: After getting sick, you are there to help Pavitr get through it. Thanks for the reqs boo ✨

Warnings: I aged up both the reader and Pavitr to 18 bc there is a slight suggestive scene but nothin to crazy

Notes: this is my first time writing Pavitr so I’m sorry for if it’s ooc.

“You look absolutely terrible, Pav.” You told him. You both were in the nearly empty cafeteria at HQ. He had a runny nose and he was constantly clearing his throat.

“Hey, it’s not that terrible. I’m fine,” he cracked a smile and attempted to get up just for his knees to buckle under.

You caught him before he hit the ground, thankfully. “Someone whose fine wouldn’t fall to the ground like that, Pav. You’re sick and you need to rest so you’ll get better.”

Pavitr struggles out of your grasp and leans on the table to stand, his back facing you. “I am fine, okay. I don’t have time to be sick, Mumbattan needs me. They have nobody else protecting them.”

You grab his shoulders and turn him to face you. You held his face and held it steady, “Listen, I know. You feel like you are the only one who can protect your city and without you, it would fall and crumble to the ground. But you're not alone, Pav. I mean you are literally in a spider society. Plus, you cannot really protect anyone if you're dead on your feet.”

“But I can-” Before he can continue he breaks out into a coughing fit and when he recovers you give him a “I told you so” look. He sighs, “Yea, you're right.”

You start leading him to your room and thankfully Pavitr follows without much fussing. You pulled out some sweatpants and a t-shirt that he should be able to fit. You think that these are Miles’ and Hobie’s clothes that Gwen left. You weren’t totally sure.

“So, do you need help getting dressed or…?” You asked him and in response he gives you a sly smirk and a tilt of his head.

Rolling your eyes, you left the room to give him some privacy. If he can have thoughts like that then he can get dressed himself.

“Okay, I'm good,” you hear Pavitr and you go to check up on him. He was sitting on the very edge of your bed, looking extremely out of place.

“What's wrong, Pav? You wanna go to your room?”

Truthfully you chose your room because it was the one closest to the caf and you wanted him to be in bed quickly. But maybe you should’ve been more considerate about where a sick person would want to be resting at.

“Sorry, do you want to be in your own room? I didn't really consider that.”

“No, no, it’s just I don't want to intrude. And this is my first time being in your room,” he explains to you, avoiding eye contact.

“Oh, no, no you don't have to worry about that, Pav. I’ll go and get some tea for you and vicks for you, okay? And take some cough drops in the meantime. Get comfortable.” And with that you were out the door. You decided to focus on getting the things Pavitr needed rather than what he just said.

This is the first time I'm in your room. Oh and he was in your bed too! Oh, god you didn't think this through. You were so focused on not letting him get out, you didn't even think about it. No, no. He's sick right now. He needs a friend right now, not someone who has a crush. Get yourself together.

You walked back to your room with supplies in hand but then you stopped when you heard Hobie’s voice.

“Mate, what's going on?”

“I'm in her room, in her bed. Dude, I'm freaking out here,” you hear Pavitr answer. “I don't wanna blow it.” It seems like they are talking on the phone.

“So don't blow it then,” Hobie answers casually. “Listen, you are overthinking it because you like her. But like you're sick so just focus on getting better first okay. And let's be honest, if she didn't like you, would she really be doing all of…this? Now go take some cough medicine, you sound like shit.”

No, no you shouldn’t be eavesdropping, it's wrong and weird and what is wrong to you? You decided to drop that train of thought for now and knock to announce yourself.

“Hey Pav,” you greet him with a big smile even though you were screaming on the inside. “So I made you some black tea to help with the sore throat and the Vicks is to help with your stuffy nose.” You place the items on the end table, “Need anything else?”

Pavitr looks up at you with half-lidded eyes and slightly slurred words, “Um, can you put the Vicks on me, please? My arms are heavy, sorry.”

“It's fine, Pav. I told you I'll take care of you and I meant it,” you reply.

You sat on the edge of the bed and started to unbutton the shirt, and you started to rub the substance on his chest. Your gaze met his and god was he beautiful. His eyes, his hair, his smile.

“What are you smiling at?” You asked when you noticed it.

“You. You're really, really pretty,” he answers you and maintains eye contact.

“Oh, Pavitr, listen-” you start off but he interrupts you.

“No, I'm being serious. I've always thought you were pretty and smart and amazing and everything else. I just was too afraid to tell you until now. When I get better, let me take you out on a date?” He confesses to you.

“Oh”, is all you can say while you attempt to take in what you just heard. Because what? “What? What are in these drops?” You reached to grab the bottle but he stopped you.

“It has nothing to do with the drops and everything to do with how I feel about you. I truly mean it.” He tells you. “You probably-“

“Okay, I’ll go. I kinda, sorta, think your amazing too. But you have to do everything I tell you to do. Understand?” You offer to him.

He gives you a beaming smile, “Yea, that’s cool with me.”

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[redak-ted]

i have more incorrect quotes and its the fruity four + the certified dilf and his traumatized husband

Miles: Man, traffic's a pain in the assssss.

Hobie: Daddy's home!

Gwen: Just call him Bayer, or Bear or something, Daddy is reserves for your mother to use.

Pav: I'm about to have one less girlfriend in a minute.

Miles: This food is too hot… I cant eat it.

Hobie: You’re very hot, and I still eat you.

Everyone at the table: silence

Gwen: YOU GUYS ARE DISGUSTING!

Pav: One dinner… I just want ONE DINNER!

[The group is a prison cell that was just hit by an earthquake]

Miles: Uh, I'm gonna roll a perception check of… 4, and see if our cell is, uh, in any way damaged by this quake

Hobie: You're in a prison cell :)

Gwen: You did great. Well, I got a 10-

Hobie: You're in a prison cell with bars on it

Pav: I got a 1!

Hobie: You're in… a cube-shaped place.

Miles: On a scale from “damn Daniel” to “fre sha vaca do”, how are you feeling?

Hobie: In between “it’s an avocado, thanks” and “how did you defeat Captain America”, but as a solid answer I would say “I don’t need a degree to be a clothing hanger”. How about you, Gwen?

Gwen: Probably “road work ahead”.

Pav: I speak many languages, and this is none of them.

Miles: Dammit, Hobie!

Hobie: What?! It wasn’t me!

Miles: Sorry, force of habit. Dammit, Gwen!

Gwen: Not me either.

Miles: Oh…Then who set the house on fire?

Pav: whistles

Miles: On the count of three, what's your favorite cake? One, two, three-

Miles and Hobie, in unison: Chocolate cake peanut butter frosting with chocolate chunks!

Gwen: Our turn, Pav! One, two, three- vanilla!

Pav, deadpan: I've never had cake, what is cake.

Gwen, about Miles: Apparently we’re getting someone new in the group.

Hobie: Are we stealing them?

Pav: New or used?

Gwen: Wonderful responses, both of you.

Gwen: Just be yourself.

Hobie: 'Be myself'? Gwen, I have one day to win Miles over. How long did it take before you guys started liking me?

Pav: Couple weeks.

Peter: Six months.

Miguel: Jury’s still out.

Hobie: See, Gwen?

Hobie: 'Be myself'. What kind of garbage advice is that?

Miles: If you bite it and you die, it’s poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it’s venomous.

Hobie: What if it bites me and it dies?

Gwen: Then you’re poisonous. Jesus Christ, Hobie, learn to listen.

Pav: What if it bites itself and I die?

Peter: That’s voodoo.

Pav: What if it bites me and someone else dies?

Hobie: That’s correlation, not causation.

Miguel: What if we bite each other, and neither of us die?

Peter: That’s kinky.

Miles: Oh my God.

Miles: Bye Hobie! Bye Gwen! Bye Pav! Bye Peter! Bye Hobie!

Gwen: You said ‘bye Hobie’ twice.

Miles: I like Hobie~

Miles: That's it, we're gonna go out and find what we need!

Pav: To the city?

Miles: Yeah, no matter what!

Peter: Well- How exactly do you propose we do that, exactly?

Miles: I… I don't know!

Hobie: Oh come off it, be serious!

Miles: I am serious!

Hobie: You're insane!

Gwen: Why, if only we were all wiener dogs, our problems would be solved!

Everyone:

Miles: What???

Gwen: Or maybe it was a basset hound!

Hobie, panicked: YOU'RE ALL INSANE!

Miles: What did you guys get in your yearbook?

Gwen: 'Prettiest Smile'

Pav: 'Nicest Personality'

Miguel: 'Most likely to start a bar fight'

Peter: 'Least likely to start a bar fight, but most likely to win one'

Miles: Would you guys be there for me if I was going through something?

Hobie: Nope, absolutely not.

Gwen: I hope it sucks, whatever you're going through.

Pav: I hope it emotionally scars you for the rest of your life.

Peter: I hope you reach out to me so I can ignore you.

Miguel: I can't wait to go to your funeral, knowing I could've changed that outcome.

Squad reactions to being told ‘I love you’

Miles: Thanks fam!

Hobie: oh no

Gwen: cries I love you too

Pav: Sounds fake but okay

Peter: A flustered mess

Miguel: can i get a refund

[itsanerdlife]

Wicked Intentions 10

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader // (Seriously close) Steve Rogers x Reader // Clint Barton x Reader // T’Challa x Reader.

Warning: Violence. Language. Bullying. Girl Fights. Name Calling. Degrading Comments. Angst. Degrade of Woman (to a point). Criminal Life. Illegal Shit. Fights. Alpha Males. Stalking.

Characters: Peter Stark. Howie Stark. Bucky Barnes. Steve Rogers. Clint Barton. TC (T’Challa). Ben Reilly. Cledus Kasady (CK). Brock Rumlow. Gwen Stacy. Wanda Maximoff. Becca Barnes. Amore Lorelei. Kitty Pryde. Frank Castle. George Barnes. Joe Rogers. Winni Barnes. Pepper Stark. Wade Wilson. Eddie Brock. Warner Strucker. Barney Barton. Bobbi Morse. Pietro Maximoff. Logan.

A/N: This is a Bully Romance. High School setting. Mafia Family Life. Woman are on a lower level than males in their world. Just a heads up. This is the third installment of the series. Bad Intentions, Cruel Intentions, and Wicked Intentions.

Credit: Huge shout out to @ml7010 for all the help, pushing, hyping up, putting up with my changes midway through. If it wasn't for this peach, y'all never would have gotten this series or nearly as far as I am now.

“Howard.” I saunter up to my brother who’s leaning on the bar with multiple empty glasses in front of him. “We need to talk.”

“No.” He mutters.

Looking around, from side to side. He looks at me confused.

“What are you doing?” He sighs.

“Looking for who the fuck you think you’re talking to, big brother.” I look him up and down.

“Seriously?” He lifts a brow at me.

“Cause it sure as fuck can’t be me. One to many and you forgot who you’re talking too?” I ask, snatching away his glass when the tender puts a new one down. “He’s cut off, or I’ll hit you so hard, you’ll need a hospital to see right again.” I warn him. He blinks from me to Howie before hurrying away.

“You’re not mom.” He huffs at me.

Taking a sip, I nod. “Should we get her?” Lifting a brow at him.

He huffs, flushed and flustered.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Looking him over.

He sighs, dropping his head back. “Nothing, Y/N.”

“Oh, my name? Okay, alright, I see how it is.” I nod.

“Don’t be like that, you called me Howard.” He groans.

Nodding slowly, I stare at him.

“Don’t do that.” He sighs.

Continuing to stare at him.

“Stop.” He whines.

He fidgets and huffs.

“Y/N stop!” He blurts out.

“You disgust me, Howard.” My lips curl at him. Downing the drink, I shove the glass at him. “You hurt her. I swear on whatever god I believe in; I will fuck you up.”

“Really? I disgust you. Look at all you’ve done, Y/N. Look at all the issues we have because of you!” He shoves his hand at me.

I stare at him, watching him. He swallows, eyes glassy, rumbled hair more so than normal. His suit wrinkled and untucked. I nod once, mouth turning down slowly, I blink at him.

“Fuck, that’s not. Y/N,” he blabbers, slurring.

Stepping back from him, watching him start sweating.

“I didn’t mean it like that.” He sighs, guilt moves over his face.

“Yes, you did.” I laugh softly looking away from him. “I’m the problem, I got it. You’re going to put you being a fucking weak ass pussy on me. Make me your scape goat.” Turning my eyes back to him. “Fine. You’re done.” Flicking my eyes up and away from him.

“What?” He blanches instantly. “Smalls,”

“I have no time for a pussy with no spine.” I scoff at him. “I’m nobody’s scape goat, Howard. You’re done. I’ll protect Becca, without you. See yourself out, and if you don’t, I’ll be sure to tell our fathers and her brothers.” Looking away from my brother, I find Bucky moving towards me. Heading for him, his arms slip around me.

“What’s wrong?” He looks down at me with worry.

Shaking my head. “Can we please cause trouble tonight?” I plead up at him. He chuckles, pulling me into him.

“Don’t you always cause trouble, Chaos?” He grins at me.

“Mhm, but I need more.” Grinning up at him.

He shakes his head at me.

“Oh, let’s break in Bobbi!” I bounce on my toes, grabbing his hand, pulling him with me.

He laughs, “Oh now I see what you’re up too.”

“Gwen’s pregnant I don’t get to have any fun lately.” I turn walking backwards, pleading with him.

“Gwen’s pregnant, Wanda’s married, are you feeling left out?” He grins at me.

“Don’t go getting any ideas.” I smirk, spinning on my toes, hurrying towards our friends.

“Too late.” His voice soft, filled with humor.

“Bobbi.” I slip into a chair at the table they’re sitting at. My brother hangs his head.

“Chaos.” The table chuckles.

“Y/N?” She smiles at me.

I nudge Peter chuckling next to me. “Ever been in a fight?” I grin, leaning in on the table.

The table gets quiet.

“She’s not trying to fight you.” Bucky explains for me.

“Oh.” Bobbi nods, understanding now.

“She wants to get into trouble tonight.” Clint sighs, looking from me to Bobbi.

Bobbi laughs. “Well, I don’t have a right hook blessed by Satan, but I can throw hands.” She shrugs.

“My sisters pregnant, Wanda’s married. I need someone to have fun with.” I admit.

“The fuck does that make me chop liver?” Becca’s voice comes from behind me.

Whirling around in my chair. I grin. “Bec’s!” She laughs. “Let’s get into trouble tonight.”

“You want to break the new girl in, huh?” Her nose crinkles at me, but she smiles.

Shrugging. “I have aggression I need to get out.” I admit.

“So, what you and Bucky do alone doesn’t help with that?” Clint laughs.

“Oh god!” Peter and Becca groan, whining in some way.

Grinning wickedly at Clint. “No, but I could wait till Monday and terrorize Saints.” I shrug.

“No.” Four male voices blurt out quickly.

Looking from Becca to Bobbi. “They call me Chaos and Satan and think that they’ll stop me.” I snort.

“Fuck it, let’s go.” Bobbi grins, grabbing her clutch.

“Yes!” Fist pumping, Becca laughs.

“Where’s Howie?” Peter asks as we all get up from the table.

Catching his eye, we exchange a knowing look. He nods slowly, before pulling me out of the chair and ushering me forward.

“Hey,” Bucky pulls me to stop “what’s going on with Howie?”

Glancing at the others as they head for the exit. Looking back at him.

“Do you trust me?”

Winter blue eyes search my face looking for a sign of trouble.

“With my life, you know that.” He nods.

“Trust me than. I have it handled till I need you and the guys.” I promise him. He hesitates but finally nods, agreeing.

“You’re safe?” He slips his arm over my shoulders.

“Nothing to do with me, and I’m always safe with you.” I grin up at him. He grins leaning down to kiss me.

“You just try to soften me up.” He chuckles near my ear.

I laugh as we head for our group. “Bucky, baby you’ve always been soft when it comes to me.” I remind him with a grin.

He scoffs, shaking his head. “You mean only with you. When it comes to you, I’ve killed and will again.” He kisses the side of my head. We reach the group heading through the hotel.

“Mm my favorite kind of sick love story.” Turning my eyes up at him as my tongue pokes out between my lips. Winter blue eyes darken watching my mouth.

“Don’t you ever think you’re leaving me, Chaos.” He licks his lips, smirking.

“Good luck ever leaving me Boss man, during me even after me I’ll kill a bitch.” Smirking at him.

“You’re like a really fucked up couple.” TC joins us, suddenly, laughing.

“Like you wouldn’t kill for me too.” I blow him a kiss. He laughs, shaking his head as the group chuckles.

-------- Everything Peaches 12/8/22 @mo320 @ml7010 @babizza @kmc1989 @joannie95 @coley0823 @rileyloves5 @sexyvixen7 @duckestylez @abschaffer2 @drayshadow @shirukitsune @xoxabs88xox @carostar2020 @rosalynshields @hookslove1592 @royal-sunflower @iwillbeinmynest @bellamy-barnes @geeksareunique @happydeanpotter @fanfic-n-tabulous @steel-blue-eyess @mariekoukie6661 @bless-my-demons @notyourtypicalrose @lets-talk-about-xyz @loving-life-my-way @shinycupcakebaker @also-fangirlinsweden @stupendous-science @daughterofthenight117 @dandelionsmarkthegrave @physically-a-cheesecake @letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked

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Series tags: @sebastians-love @otterlycanadian

[thesecretsofthedivine]

Zodiac Playlist 🌠

Aries

mars - sleeping at last

ride - lana del rey

bathroom - montell fish

fun - troye sivan

fireball - pitbull

stayin' alive - bee gees

god save our young blood - børns

anti-hero - taylor swift

talk that talk - rihanna

clumsy - fergie

Taurus

venus - sleeping at last

breakfast at tiffany's - henry mancini

chanel - frank ocean

kiss it off me - cigarettes after sex

snooze - SZA

want u around - omar apollo

habit - still woozy

peach - kevin abstract

nonsense - sabrina carpenter

talk - hozier

Gemini

mercury - sleeping at last

pov - ariana grande

mood ring baby - field medic

glittr - aldn

running wild - g eazy

island in the sun - weezer

japanese posters - rebounder

master of none - beach house

faerie soirée - melanie martinez

ways to go - grouplove

Cancer

moon - sleeping at last

where did the time go - lord huron

ho hey - the lumineers

my love mine all mine - mitski

idle town - conan gray

k. - cigarettes after sex

italo disco - last dinosaurs

glue song - beabadoobee

sea of love - cat power

fourth of july - sufjan stevens

Leo

sun - sleeping at last

dancing queen - abba

let me blow ya mind - eve, gwen stefani

money - cardi b

literal legend - ayesha erotica

kitty kat - megan thee stallion

carmen - lana del rey

my kind of woman - mac demarco

amber - 311

chemtrails over the country club - lana del rey

Virgo

mercury - sleeping at last

tell me something i don't know - selena gomez

the boat i row - tame impala

girl next door - copperpot

crying in the chapel - elvis presley

iwillbreatheintoyou - bones

down to earth - umi

bambi - clairo

virgo's groove - beyoncé

are you satisfied - marina

Libra

venus - sleeping at last

sweet talk - saint motel

lover - taylor swift

in my head - ariana grande

pink funeral - beach house

fashion - britney manson

normal girl - sza

sit still, look pretty - daya

comfort crowd - conan gray

we fell in love in october - girl in red

Scorpio

mars/pluto - sleeping at last

private - russ

dirty paws - of monsters and men

borderline - tame impala

dead to me - kali uchis

not dead yet - lord huron

i can't handle change - roar

animal - sir chloe

vigilante shit - taylor swift

death - melanie martinez

Sagittarius

jupiter - sleeping at last

here, there and everywhere - the beatles

canyon moon - harry styles

can't sleep - k. flay

sunset chaser - ragamuffs

only if - steve lacy

the balancer's eye - lord huron

youth - troye sivan

cherry bomb - the runaways

bloom later - jesse

Capricorn

saturn - sleeping at last

living on my own - freddie mercury

princess diana - ice spice

high stakes - bryson tiller

therefore i am - billie eilish

successful - ariana grande

i wouldn't ask you - clairo

radio - lana del rey

vienna - billy joel

mastermind - taylor swift

Aquarius

uranus/saturn - sleeping at last

you don't own me - saygrace

better friends - between friends

night fever - bee gees

mortal projections - djo

transparent soul - willow

she moves in her own way - the kooks

dare - gorillaz

hits different - taylor swift

arabella - arctic monkeys

Pisces

jupiter/neptune - sleeping at last

love my way - the psychedelic furs

technicolor beat - oh wonder

made for love - concorde

ivy - frank ocean

my song - labi siffre

ultimately - khai dreams

bella luna - babe rainbow

ride - wave to earth

fishtail - lana del rey

[colin-becher-death-countdown]

Alice Dyer and Gwen Bouchard. Thoughts?

Not sure if you mean the ship or just the characters in general so I'll answer both

Ship: Eh, take it or leave it, it's not gonna make or break anything for me. Mainly I'm a platonic relationship person over romantic relationship person, it has to have something I really enjoy for me to actively ship them romantically. That being said if them being together gets rid of the love triangle (my greatest enemy forever) between Celia, Sam and Alice I am 100% on board with their relationship.

Alice: She's great fun (very jokey) and yet a buzz kill (trying to stop curiosity killing everyone) at the same time. I've loved many very similar characters so it makes sense I'd like her character. She's super chill and yet cautious and is reasonablly frightened when crazy stuff happens. I love that she just tunes out all the talkers and has fun reading through the stuff she knows is nonsense. Her take on it better to be ignorant then curious is flawed in it's own way (there is no war in Ba Sing Se) but I love that it's the opposite to what every other OIAR employee is doing at the moment. She's also lowkey very suspicious and I always enjoy when someone is up to suspicious activity, her and Celia feel disconnected enough from say Sam and Gwen that they don't feel too much like POV characters and they always seem like they're hiding something even with an open book type of personality. Oh and a great big sister I love seeing how familial relationships are played out especially in a horror. 10/10

Gwen: I wish I liked Gwen more. I love a good bitchy women in a story, but Gwen doesn't hit my criteria in bitchy women. First she's not all that bitchy, like yeah she's a bit rude to people but I think that's the repressed middle class English upbringing, she doesn't take any enjoyment in being bitchy. Also I would make a joke about her hating Mr Bonzo and blackmailing Lena since they are my pookies, but honestly understandable and very girl boss of her to go after that promotion. In the first episode I liked everyone's character and I didn't particularly like her but she fills a crucial role in the story that would feel empty if she wasn't there. She's very wet cat coded right now and I feel bad she's been going through so much horror so soon (no one in the archive was this traumatised after 23 episodes, sorry Martin) she deserves a break. I think she'll have some sort of a redemption in my opinion of her by the time the series ends, but right now she's a character I don't feel really any way towards other than I think her character is important to the direction the story takes, also I'm holding out to see what her relationship with her family is like (especially Elias god please I hope he's her older stoner brother.) 6.5/10

Funnily enough me and a friend of mine have completely opposite opinions on Alice and Gwen it's fun to have both sides in a discussion

[chronicallyblyrie]

Tmagp 18 live thoughts, spoilers ahead!

Alright let's go I'm ready hit me with it

- TEDDYYYY

-teddy what's wrong my boy

- Alice I don't think he's trying to get with the oiar workers

-WEIRD IN A HOT WAY??

-im with Alice teddy definitely has an obsession with Sam fr

-stalk him.

-lmao Lena trying to socialize like a normal person is lovely

-Sam be glad she doesn't talk to you more

-yes, ask.

-THAT MAKES SENSE VABANSNA

-WH AGUSTUS??

-oh uh corpse description nice

-what.

-WHY ARE MORE CORPSES TALKING

-holy shit IS IT THE SAME GIRL OR A SIMILAR VICTIM??

-SHES RECITING A STORY TOO WTF

-oh my god old house?? Too many rooms? Getting lost?? SPIRAL??

-Church street?? Why does that sound familiar

-holy shit why does his voice sound so much more real

-uhh clouds?? Lonely?? This is insane

-this is giving the house from the lonely domain in season 5, laced with fog? Can't find your way out??

-oh uhh the house is inside you? Why are you eating wood bro??

-SOME FIGURE ASKING QUESTIONS IN AN ALLEY?? WHAT??

-this is more disturbing than the others wowie

-UMMMM THIS IS SO LONELY CODED WTF

-UDBWKDB HIS VOICE WAS SO REAL THEN IT WENT STRAIGHR ROBOT AT THE END UFBWJSMA

-TRAPPED IN GREATEST FEAR?? BRUH WHAT IS THIS

-alice he's trying to help respectfully stfu and listen to him

-OH MY GOD ALICE INTERACT WITH THE HORRORS MORE FOR THE PLOT

-gwen what's up girly

-you sound depressed

-tell them about the monsters.

-Gwen tell them about mr.bonzo and his reading skills

-"like the monsters?" Yes, exactly

-SAM SHES NOT JOKING

-oh okay she's crying oh

-WOAH GEORGIE WAIT WHAT WHATWHAT d hamw

-UMM JUMPSCARE

-BABYYY oh my god the fictional baby sounds so cute

-HOLY SHIT WHAT

-I AM ABOUT TO CRY I MISSED GEORGIE SO MUCH

-"I'm not!" *lying glitch sound effect*

-celia is not a government spy georgie she's just from another universe

- yes she goes outside in her pajamas quite frequently

BRUH THAT WAS FUCKING WILD

okay so georgie doesn't remember anything from the past that's evident, celia definitely does though and she has to remember georgie for sure. We got Augustus again and WOW he sounds like such a real voice it's insane, they're obviously not text to speech voices like that's just proven by now. We also know Teddy isn't dead but he's avoiding texting alicenfor some reason. Gwen is on the verge of a mental breakdown, Colin is still MIA, Sam is just confused all the time, Lena is bring Lena, and Celia is still waking up and almost dying by roads and train tracks. Wowie.

[luxxtuxx]

WAIT CUTE IDEA hobie could be talking to pav and the topic of reader comes up, Hobie starts ranting about how cool she is (all fluff and stuff) and reader comes up walking totally oblivious and pav says “speak of the devil” and she’s worried he was taking sour of her but pav reassured her it was all good things while Hobie is just kinda baffled by her beauty until he snaps out of it and covers pavs mouth so he doesn’t spoil his big fat crush on her

KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT!

This is a hobie X Fem Reader.

CW: Pav missing social cues and almost spilling the beans to YN

Im sorry if I spelled pavitrs GFs name wrong. My autocorrect won't let me change it

~~~~~~~~

Hobie watched the girl he loved do tiktok dances with gwen, watching her laugh and cheer. He watched as she struggled with a fast pace dance, seeing how today she was in the 3-inch, knee-high platform hot pink boots he bought her for her birthday. Her outfit looked adorable, A white top with a panda on it, a black and pink plaid skirt, ripped-up black tights, her boots, with a cute fluffy black purse

Pavitr walked over and looked at hobie confused "Hey Dude! Why are you pink? And why are you staring at Y/n and gwen?" he tilted his head confused. It took a second "OH MY GOD YOU LI-" hobie quickly moved and covered Pavi's mouth as Y/N looked their way.

He huffed, "Stay quiet man. she can't know" He growled at him. Pav cheers "Awwww that's so cute! if you ask her out, we could have a double date with me and Gaytari!" Hobie looked at his Indian friend with a frown. "Bruv cant. She is so much better than me" The punk sighs.

"What makes you think that? he asked sitting next to the tall punk. Hobie looks at Pav like he is offended. "Bruv, Have you seen her?" he sighs a bit "Those gorgeous eyes, and her colorful style, her never-ending kindness, Oh and have you seen the way she takes care of Mayday." he stared at the ceiling, "her voice... just her saying hi makes me all happy, I don't get it. I don't know how she has such a hold on me. Every time she looks at me I fall farther in love." He growls "Im not supposed to be soft or mushy or sweet, But she makes me feel that way. And I hate it and love it at the time Ya know" he looked at Pav, who muttered to him "Speak of the devil"

Y/n walks over, "Good morning, pav I thought you were spending the day with Gaytari." Pav hums "I was until I got talking with hobie about his crush" hobie quickly hit his arm "-INg new song!" She could tell Pav was lying "That was great, really good show stopper now the truth"

Hobie was quick to make a cover "Truth is umm, Pav was trying to rally people together to go to that ice cream place you always talk about" He sighs calming down when she bought that lie. "Oh COOL ILL GO ASK GWEN AND MILES" The second she walked off hobie turned red "YOU ALMOST TOLD HER" Pav ran away at the dark voice and hobie chased him

Bonus:

Hobie and the squad sat at your favorite ice cream parlor happily nomming down on the ice cream. Y/n had picked a flavor for everyone, "Mm! Hobie try this" She held her cone near his lips, And at his actions, she gasps. "HE BIT MY ICE CREAM! ARE YOU CRAZY?!" she moved gwen in between them, all of them joking around as hobie watched her joke and thought (I am crazy.... Crazy in love with you)

[restlesschilled]

TMAGP 012 REACTION

note: I am a backer so this was written on 16 April 2024 and set to post 18 April 2024

IM SORRY WHAT IS THIS TITLE? IS THIS ANOTHER WORM SEX EPISODE

never wanna here alex say "getting off" again thank you

Pre- Statement 

OMG HE FINALLY ASKED HER OUT

OOOOOOOOO Sams got a date!

Alice my beloved

"You know it’s rude to have absolutely no game?"

hey it was charming your just jealous

SAM I HAD THE SAME THOUGH

Statement

1.5 million pounds??

this just happened last month (9th march 2024)

hearing spring of '21 is interesting to me for some reason

i nominate this episode to be called "bonzo lap dance"

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST

HOLY SHIT

BONZO IS THE SLAUGHTER I GUESS

"flowering explosion of blood"... lovely

OH GROSS

ROTTEN FOAM??

coquettishly-

1.5 million pounds??

this just happened last month (9th march 2024)

hearing spring of '21 is interesting to me for some reason

i nominate this episode to be called "bonzo lap dance"

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST

HOLY SHIT

BONZO IS THE SLAUGHTER I GUESS

"flowering explosion of blood"... lovely

OH GROSS

ROTTEN FOAM??

coquettishly- in a way that tries to attract attention by pretending to be sexually interested in someone, in a pleasant but not serious way

STUPID SEXY BONZO LETS GOOOOOOO

The date of the incident is the same date as Bonzo and Gwen meeting so this was the hit

POST STATEMENT

"jesus christ"

"i go by alice now actually"

IS ALICE GOD?

okay but we didnt get the little lying cue ssoooooooo /joke

"i dont wonder, i know"

OKAY SHE MIGHT BE SETTING UP FOE A JOKE BUT SHE TOTALLY KNOWS SOMETHING

i know that was a joke but alice WHAT DO YOU KNOW??

WAIT NO THAT CANT BE IT WHAT DOES SHE KNOW???

credits

oh lovely bozo gets his own trigger warning now

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[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: "Can't you watch where you're going?!" Arthur snapped.  "You ran into me!" the other man exclaimed, incredulous, and Arthur stilled because he knew that voice. And that accent. He looked up and found himself face to face with a flushed, indignant Merlin Emrys, tour shirt drenched with coffee. Bloody hell. "That shirt is Dior," was all that came out of Arthur's mouth, without his permission, and the singer's face hardened. "Well, bugger for you," Merlin snapped. "Might have to wear off the rack, for a change, like the rest of us. Maybe the money you saved with that could go to your precious charity." Arthur blinked, the blow of the other man's words not even hitting him before he heard Gwen Smith shriek from down the corridor. "Merlin! You can't say that to the Prince of Wales, oh my God!" Merlin is the lead singer of the popular British band called Sorcerers & Knights. Arthur is the Prince of Wales. Their paths cross and destiny unfolds.

Author: @dracowillhearaboutthis

[cool-person-yey]

no I am not late im right on time time is a lie. tmagp 10 notes y'all!

spoilers for the new tmagp episode bla bla bla letz go

• as always, * ominous music*

• wdym Saturday night it's Thursday

• as always, * office noises *

• oh?

• BONZO!!!!

• THE CREATOR OF MR BONZO!!!

• so the guy who Gwen has to deliver that thing to right

• the best things started as a joke don't worry bbg

• ooohhh that's why the Saturday night thing

• comedy dungeon?

• oh this won't end well

• something's gonna happen

• you got WHAT?

• generally being a nightmare. same.

• he named himself!! good for him!!

• the laugh tracks kahsjdka

• baking shows!!!

• very physically demanding huh

• sort. sort of. sort of ritual.

• " undeserving one hit single "

• Bonzoland mention!!!

• ohhh.

• caught ??

• ELEVEN BODIES ???

• HELLO???

• love how 11 ppl died and dude's pissed bc it ruined his business. very businessman out of him.

• a man's got make a living

• sti. still trapped you say. trapped. still.

• hm

• COLLIN'S BACK BABEYY

• he's less angy!!

• make things easier ? for what?

• Collin babygirl what r u doing

• they're explorin'!!!;

• aawww Alice

• " a wet hole. and not the good kind either."

• ohhh? what must be inside that ?

• imagine. a tape recorder. not gonna happen but eh

• mulch

• a key?

• yeah keep the umbrella

• why go out in the rain like that's just dumb

• oh Nigel again

• Gwen!!

• the hell

• OH MY GOD

• it doesn't. it doesn't like. it doesn't like when people stare.

• tf is that voice

• ok what the hell was that

• back to the Magnus Institute Manchester!!!!

• baby shrimp Sam!!!

• Archie ??

• archipelago. really.

• ARCHIVE MENTION!!!

• WORMS MENTION!!!

• being creeped out and sarcastic is my most common mood wdym

• lots of holes this episode

• I feel like this " I am sorry " is gonna hurt soon

• so you don't remember

• they didn't choose you?

• oh yes get out of there

• I am reading the transcripts at the same time as I'm listening to the episode and TAPE RECORDER???

• A door opens

• oh no

See y'all next Thursday!

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The stormlight archive but it's starkid/tcb

this is basically all hatchetfield, solve it squad, and a little avpm and spies are forever. I am copy and pasteing from my notes app so it's not very well explained. I can explain more if need be.

Hatchetfield:

What if tomorrow comes- Renarin Really nearly anything Hannah that is Renarin

The musical zombies from tgwdlm as the Fused, especially "Join us and Die" ending.

"Hey kaladin want to join the company softball league" "no." "Oh well it'll be fun" "yeah… I don't want to though"

"Feast or Famine" and "Hatchettown" the Thrill and Alethi

hatchettown is also that one coalition meeting in Oathbringer

Solomon Lauter as Gavilar

"I am trying to have an intelligent conversation with you. In other words, shut up."

Cursed thought: "don't be friwtened you're my bestest buddywud!" Odium to Dalinar

I really want to have "kick my head" somewhere in here. Thinking Adolin or Shallan and Kaladin pre friendship??

the very brief fight between Adolin and Kaladin on the training grounds or Shallan and Kaladin in the chasms.

Lift trying to grab the Kings Drop as Hannah in Do You want to Play

Bridgemen having to search the chasms : "it's like I have another shitty paying job on top of my already shitty paying job"

"Oh I've met God. He had nothing nice to say about you" Moash with Elhokar

If I Loved You - Dalinar and Navani in the Way of Kings

"sure I'm a sapiosexual you're an intellectual but I cut my lover losses when I can" Dalinar

Shallan as that Grace Chasity line "Me and Kabasl [what's his name] / Adolin? In carnal embrace? I'd never think of it"

wait better "kabasl asked if he could hold my books for me" jasnah: I didn't know ardents did that sort of thing

Avpm "So you came back?" "I came home" Dalinar and Navani.

"Turns out killing people doesn't make them like you. It just makes people dead" Moash.

Or Amaram, considering his whole "I made you!" fight/ conversation with Kaladin in Oathbringer.

Spies are forever: Not hatchetfield but torture tango and Moash and Kaladin. Owen's lyrics don't quite fit Moash but Curt's lyrics Mostly fit Kaladin.

Alt - DMA's Vyre and Curt's Moash in the ending section "I've been waiting so damn long for this" "it's not supposed to go like this" do you see what I mean

more on that the part where the dma and curt's lines over lap- Moash's different views of what he's doing in ROW "To show you the horror of staying alive" at the same time as "doesn't even matter if I killed my best friend" do you understand.

Shallan and Kaladin - "so we're just" "Friends?? :)"

Solve it squad- Shallan as Gwen trying to ask if Keith (Adolin) will be at the reunion

Renarin explaining visions as Esther's monologue about information.

also at the end with "Uh oh here come the neurons!"

that monologue also applies to other truthwatchers

Adolin as Keith saying he killed the demonic apostle (Sadeas) a while ago "Oh I killed Sadeas months ago… He was jaywalking and I hit him with my car. Accidental manslaughter not a big deal! Besides he was jaywalking so two crimes at the same time kind of cancel each other out . . . So! He was laying there dying and bleeding out in my arms and he told me everything. . . and then he died and I put him in my dad's yard."

The whole Esther intervention scene with scraggs as bridge 4 talking to teft and or Navani talking to young Dalinar "Ambien! I'm on it!" Teft Also the "nice to meet you I'm addicted to drugs" collapses with Kaladin or Rock as Scraggs trying to grab him as he falls.

Esther's "a boyfriend with a girlfriend" - is this Shallan/Adolin/Kaladin or Navani/Dalinar/Evi. Better idea!! It's actually a "girlfriend with a boyfriend" so Raboniel with Navani and Dalinar Yeah I like the Raboniel idea better.

"I am a scholar at Urithiru. I have a routine, [don't know what to have for home with a refrigerator], girlfriend with a husband, and enough void light to last me through a desolation. And I am happy, alright?"

"It's all going to go the way those 3 writers in the sky demand it!" average rosharan finding out that there's 3 shards on the planet (line is paraphrased)

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Other Duties As Assigned: A Joel Miller AU Fanficiton

Content Warning: 18+ Minors, do not interact. This story includes mature themes such as drinking, stalking, violence, and explicit smut.

Chapter 11: Shatter

word count: 3.6k

Gwen

The Personal Security Nightmare needs to add nutritionist, sound expert, and fucking psychic to his resume. Apparently.

I suppose he could have become somewhat of a behaviorist over the years in his line of work…not that I really knew much about his work anyway. And I don’t plan to know. My interest has spiked in a very real, very stressful way, and I need to snuff that out as fast as possible. I know Nyah started to catch onto something being off when I asked her to give me Theo’s number. It had been a running gag for at least two years that every time Nyah had a photoshoot with Theo, he would find a way to ever-so-subtly bring me up in conversation.

He was about as subtle as a fog horn in a library. And he kissed like a fish out of water.

I tried to cleanse myself as much as I could in the car ride home which was increasingly hard to do with The Problem looking back at me every thirty seconds. I wouldn’t have had to go on that date in the first place if I hadn’t been so…moved by Joel’s arms around me the other day. Training me how to defend myself, and I can’t even fend off a few improper thoughts. Pathetic.

Joel was bolder than I gave him credit for. I figured Nyah would know I wasn’t telling the truth over the phone. I mean, she knew Theo. There’s no way I’d want to go on another date with that guy. And, she also knew me and how I view dating. I’m praying to any god who will listen that Joel could not hear Nyah say that this should push me enough to finally start dating. There would be no reason for Joel to have that information, and I have an icky feeling that he could somehow use it against me. Or that he would…look down on me or something. I’d expect him to react like he did with the guy from the club. What I hadn’t expected was not only for him to catch on so fast, but to call me out. How am I supposed to tell him that I’m not lying to Nyah, but instead trying desperately to distract myself from whatever happened the other day?

Thankfully, work has kept me busy. I might have wanted to set my desk on fire when I realized my dad refused to put me on the Isla Foundation, but attending meetings during the week and actually getting my hands on even analytical data has been a surprising reprieve from everything else. I missed working. I used to love to visit Russell Corp. and bounce around throughout the different divisions. Up until last year. Then I loved to travel, to leave.

Listening to Harper’s airy laugh though, that is one thing I loved about being home; my friends.

“I mean, you would’ve asked her to leave the wings on too, right?” She dabs a tear from her eye, still right on the verge of another fit of hysterics. In hindsight, Landon’s gallery opening might not be the best place to recount Harper’s private birthday festivities, but Nyah and I were too locked-in to worry. And Landon was too busy doing what they do best. They were currently flitting around the gallery, confidently chatting up what I could only assume were VIPs in the art-world.

“They didn’t, like, get in the way?” Nyah tips her head to the side, biting back a round of laughter herself.

“Well, I actually did get poked a couple times but…I sort of liked it.” Harper’s suddenly earnest expression is enough to make both Nyah and me crack up now.

“Oh, you got poked alright.” I wink at her and she hits my arm hard enough for a bit of my champagne to splash out of the glass. Immediately, she looks horrified by what she’s done, and I focus my attention on a painting a few yards away to keep from losing it again.

The atmosphere here was lively, but it wasn’t rowdy. Landon had successfully brought in dozens of New York’s finest, with Harper, Nyah, and me being the exceptions. Or as Landon liked to put it, “moral support.” We knew nothing about the beautiful pieces that surrounded us other than that they were, in fact, beautiful. I’ve been trying to pick up keywords for the past hour and failing miserably. Nyah and Harper have already given up, and the past three paintings we passed by, we decided it was best to admire them in silence.

“Oh!” Harper finishes a sip of her drink before setting her sights on me, “Landon told me you went on a date! How was that?”

“I mean I was trying to follow Landon’s advice…” I trail off, glancing around until I spot Joel. With the amount of people in the room, he’s certainly out of earshot, but he’s still close by. When I had seen him get into the elevator with only a black t-shirt and dark jeans on, I thought he’d look monstrously out of place. But he fit in here, surrounded by the paintings and sculptures. He’d even slicked his hair back a little today…I would never know he was on the clock if I was a passerby. He looked like any regular guy.

“You’re staring.” Nyah murmurs.

I whip my head around to face her, “I was double-checking his whereabouts. I don’t need him listening in on every conversation.”

“Especially if he can figure out you’re lying again.”

Harper’s curious eyes ping-pong between the two of us. “Were you going on a date to be normal and vet someone for once or is this…something else?”

“I just went on a date,” I say.

At the same time, Nyah says, “Oh, it was something else.”

“Someone just tell me before I get a headache.” Harper whines.

“Gwen freaked because she got hot and heavy when Joel was teaching her hand-to-hand combat so she went on a date with the first guy she could think of.”

“Hand-to-hand combat? It wasn’t military training, Nye.” I glance over at Joel, well, Joel’s arms again, avoiding their gazes.

“Joel turned you on?” Harper whispers, excitement sparkling across her freckled face.

“No! You know me, I’m only used to that sort of…closeness when I’m hooking up with someone. That’s all. It was a physiological response.”

The two of them exchange a glance.

“What?” I ask incredulously.

“Are you still trying to make him uncomfortable?” Nyah asks.

“Um…” I glance at Harper, knowing the entire story will alarm her too much. “Not exactly.” There’s no real reason to tell them that someone was able to gain access to my apartment.

“So you like him then?” Harper asks with a smile.

“Absolutely not. I’ve just decided that maybe a bodyguard isn’t the worst idea. And as we said, they’ll just assign me someone else. Plus he seems to be immune to everything I tried anyway.” Hopefully that will ease her nerves slightly. If what Landon said the other day was accurate, she has been worried about my safety.

“That, I can buy. He didn’t even notice when I flirted with him.” Nye adds.

“Or the bottle girl at the club, or the waitress on Monday.” I mumble into my drink.

“The waitress was flirting with him on your date?” Harper asks.

“Mhm.”

“All I’m hearing is that you notice every time someone makes a pass at him. Territorial, are we, Gwen?”

I narrow my eyes at Nyah. “Not at all. It’s human nature to notice.”

Her amber eyes are just as challenging in return. After a pause, she grabs an extra glass off the tray of a passing waiter. “In that case, you won’t mind if I offer him a drink?”

I grip the stem of mine a little tighter. “Not at all,” I repeat.

“Lovely,” Nyah swishes away, leaving me seething and Harper dumbfounded.

Joel is still situated close-by, near the entryway. I’ve had my back turned to him the majority of the evening, so I’m not sure if he’s still doing his classic, ‘look at me until I look away’ bit. I try to subtly stand next to Harper so I can get a good look at him now.

“I am…glad that you’ve decided to keep him.” Harper says softly.

“You make it sound like he’s a kitten we found on the side of the road.”

She smirks at me. “You know what I mean.”

“I know,” I say, linking my arm with hers. “Landon told me that you’ve been nervous.”

Harper clicks her tongue, “They weren’t supposed to say anything—”

“I’m glad they did. I’m fine, Harper. Seriously. This whole thing is just a nuisance more than anything else.”

“That’s what worries me, Gwen. Even I have viewed you as untouchable before, but you’re not. People are clever. The technology available now can make anyone vulnerable—”

“Harper, I’m keeping him. He never lets me out of his sight. You don’t have to worry.”

She studies me for a long moment. “Okay, fine. It makes me feel just a little bit better.”

“Good. Knowing that will make it easier for me to swallow.”

We both turn our attention to Nyah and Joel now. She’s giving him her best doe-eyes and he’s smiling politely at her. I’m mildly shocked and moderately irritated that he accepted the drink from her, but I’ve yet to see him take a sip of it. Nyah throws her head back, laughing presumably at something Joel said, but he just looks surprised.

“You’re gripping my arm a little tight there, love.” Harper murmurs.

“Sorry,” I let go of her, feeling my cheeks heat up. A rarity for me. And the shame of knowing your embarrassment is on display for everyone else just makes it worse.

“Anyone with eyes would agree he’s attractive, Gwen.”

“It’s not that I don’t think he’s attractive…” Nyah places her hand on Joel’s forearm and squeezes.

“But?” Harper raises a brow at me.

I feel my chest get tighter. There’s been too many moments like these in the past few months. Times where I teeter on the edge of the cliff of truth, and I hope someone or something will come along and push me over. I want to explain everything, all the things I can’t tell her. How Joel could be planted here to track and report, not just to protect. How long I’ve been in limbo, and how he throws a massive wrench into my barely-formed plans. But the weight of what it would mean for my family holds me back from the edge, and I give Harper a small smile.

“That part is irrelevant. I think a lot of people are attractive, and a lot less aggravating.”

Not wanting to watch Nyah essentially shove her chest against Joel any longer, I fill Harper in about how he called me out for lying.

“Damn, he’s fearless, you have to admit.”

“We’ve barely spoken since. I’m trying to ice him out… He’s gotten too comfortable.”

“Maybe he’s just trying to protect you,” she tries.

“From what? Protect me from lying to him?”

“No, maybe he doesn’t know if you feel like you can trust your friends. Maybe he’s just trying to suss out who you are, I don’t know. It wouldn’t be that wild. Especially since he seems so uncomfortable with Nyah now…”

That gives me enough encouragement to glance back over at the two of them. I try to ignore the glimmer of delight when I see him bending backwards to create more space between them. I know Nye is just doing this to test me, but I still don’t like it. And, fine, maybe it makes me a little relieved that he doesn't seem to like it either.

“Ooo!” Harper squeals, pointing in Landon’s direction, “Boyfriend! He’s here. We have to meet him.”

Sure enough, Landon was embracing a cute, curly haired man on the other side of the gallery. Just when I thought I couldn’t be more proud of Landon, they actually invited their date to the opening. When they pulled back from each other, I saw that bright blue glasses rested on the tip of Elijah’s nose, and his eyeline reached Landon’s shoulder at best. He’s perfect.

Harper is already dragging me over, but not before she uses her champagne-filled hand to wave down Nyah, pointing frantically toward Elijah. She’s mouthed boyfriend three times before she splashes any alcohol over the rim, which is an impressive feat. Nyah waves us on, much to my chagrin. I can feel Joel watching me walk away, probably wondering if he’ll have to move to ensure that I stay within his sights.

Landon looks apprehensive introducing us to Elijah, who is understandably startled by how tightly Harper hugs him. I’m just surprised she didn’t start jumping up and down.

I make an effort not to joke about how Landon has never introduced us to anyone. I’m sure Elijah knows this by now, but I don’t want to embarrass them. Especially not tonight. I’m no gallerist, but it seems to be going well. The place is packed, people seem happy, and most importantly, they are engrossed in the art. The last thing Landon needs is their group of friends teasing them about their love life.

“We’ve heard so much about you!” Harper exclaims, and Elijah’s cheeks turn slightly peach. It makes me beam at Landon like an idiot.

“I’ve heard so much about all of you. I’m surprised we haven’t met before, we run in so many of the same circles I feel like we keep missing each other.”

“That’s probably because we only dip our toe in the art circle when we have Landon to guide us,” I say.

Landon smiles, “You all hold your own just fine.”

“I’m lost on some of this, even. I might be in the art sphere but I’m a sculptor. I start to get confused when it comes to paintings.”

“Maybe we could all get drinks sometime instead? Drinking, I understand.” Harper holds up her glass as a demonstration.

“I would love that!” Elijah has a smile that could warm your toes, and the way Landon drapes their arm over him makes my heart sing.

That is, until I’m startled by a hand on my lower back.

“Sorry,” Joel’s gruff voice sounds low in my ear. The hand is gone immediately, and I try to ignore the small tug of disappointment in its absence. To my right, I notice Nyah making her way over as well, eyes set on Elijah and Landon.

“Could I speak with you for a moment?” Joel asks softly.

I nod, giving an apologetic smile to Landon, though they're already busy introducing Nyah.

Joel and I round the corner to another section of the gallery near the restroom. There’s less people in this corner, though a few waitstaff and patrons are milling about. The quietness of the area doesn’t seem to help, as Joel is wringing his hands, looking at anything except for me.

“What is it, Mr. Miller?”

With the mention of his name, his contemplative eyes meet mine. “At this risk of offending you again, I need to ask what that was all about.”

For once, I don’t have to feign ignorance. “What are you talking about?”

“Just give it to me straight, Miss Russell. Do you plan on making another escape tonight?” He places one hand on his hip, clearly agitated.

“At this moment I would like to escape, but no, I can’t say I made any preparations.”

“Then why send that friend of yours over to try to distract me?”

So he does understand flirting.

“By friend of mine, I’m assuming you meant Miss Abiola. And I’m shocked you were able to take the hint.”

His brown eyes turn molten. “It was supposed to be a distraction then?”

Exasperation coughs out of my lungs as I toss my hands up in the air, “No, Miller. It was meant to be a grown woman trying to get your attention.”

“My attention…?”

“She was flirting with you. Is having a thick skull a requirement for people like you? Does it double as armor?”

A spark of amusement appears and vanishes on his face in an instant. “Well, if that’s the case—”

“That is the case.”

“—If that is the case, I’ll need to have a discussion with your friends about those things. I can’t be distracted while I’m on the clock.”

I give him a once over. “I’m sorry. You had an actual model vying for your attention and that’s what you’re focused on?”

Joel takes another step toward me, and this corner, we’re less than a foot apart. “I’m focused on you. And I don’t want anything to get in the way of that.”

“Is that the same excuse for ignoring the bottle girl on Harper’s birthday? Or the waitress at the restaurant on Monday? You’re too focused on your job?”

He’s visibly confused. “What? They weren’t—”

“Oh, yes they were.”

“Miss Russell, I can promise I won’t entertain anything while I’m working. Is that what you’re worried abou—”

Glass shatters, and someone lets out a loud scream. In a split-second, Joel’s arm shoots out, pushing my torso until my back presses against the wall behind me. He turns, pressing his back into me with one hand resting on my side, as if to confirm I’m still there. The entire movement takes place before I can even register what’s just happened, before I can even take in another breath. I’m completely boxed in. A notion that would normally make me want to scream, to fight, to demand to be let free. But I didn’t feel trapped. I took one of my deep, calming breaths, and the smell of old leather and a spicy soap filled my senses. I felt…secure. Even though the only thing I could see was the cotton covering Joel’s shoulder blades.

A moment later, laughter ensues. I can hear an apology, someone explaining they startle easily, and another waiter saying they were going to grab some paper towels. I look down to my left, seeing Joel’s tense hand splayed wide, gripping my hip, and a familiar coil in my stomach forms. I shake my head a little, willing myself to focus.

“Um,” I clear my throat, forcing my voice back to normal, “Mr. Miller? I think we’re okay.”

Joel takes a half step away from me, turning to me first, examining my face as if something could have gone through him to get to me. I hold my breath, realizing his hand is still on my hip. I hate to admit it, but it makes me wish I had worn a skirt short enough to feel how calloused his hands were against—

Nope. No. Enough.

“It was just an accident.” My voice is much gentler than I expect it to be.

This seems to jolt him back into reality. He removes his hand, and gives me a nod that would have confirmed his time spent in the military, if Arthur hadn’t already said as much.

Joel peers around the corner, to confirm what I already suspected. It was just a spill, and one broken glass. Nothing so much as splashed on to one of the pieces. I haven’t seen him this…on before. He’s always a looming presence, but even now that we know it was nothing, he’s more electrified. His broad shoulders are still stiff returning to me, and the way his hands are pulled just slightly away from his body, it makes it look like he’s either going to grab me or knock someone out at any turn. For a moment, I actually want to apologize for Nyah’s flirting, especially since I gave her the go-ahead. When he said he was on the clock, he was really on the clock. But the moment passes when I remember his audacity to call me out on my lie the other day.

“Can I return to my friends now? Or would you like to detain the rest of the glassware on suspicion of grievous bodily harm?”

This time, there is no amusement on his face. Not even a flicker. He doesn’t look angry, exactly. Almost…pained.

“You can go,” Is all he says.

I pause, feeling like I should say something else. What I would say, I don’t know. Something to…calm him, I guess. Instead, I just look him in the eye one last time before rounding the corner, and finding Harper and Nyah by the front of the gallery. Landon is busy introducing Elijah to some of the older crowd whom I assume are very important.

“What was that about?” Nyah asks, inclining her head toward the direction I came from.

“He thought I sent you over as a distraction.”

“I see,” Nyah smiles proudly to herself, “Did you tell him I went over to prove a point?”

“Not exactly. I’m not even sure what point you were trying to prove.”

“Oh, the point was that it bothers you when other people flirt with your bodyguard.”

Harper’s eyes widen, but she keeps them on the floor.

“If I admit to your trivial point will you agree not to do it again?”

Nyah beams, “Of course.”

“Then fine. It bothers me. I feel…bad, Nye. He’s on edge. When we were talking, that glass shattered and you would have thought there was a bomb threat.”

They both glance in Joel’s direction, Nyah’s gaze curious, and Harper’s empathetic. “Well, don’t look!” I whine.

“Not going to lie, he does look tense,” says Nyah.

“Not to be a know-it-all, but maybe this just confirms what I was worried about.” Harper says, still looking at Joel.

“What do you mean?”

Her sad eyes rest on me now. “I just have the feeling that we need to start taking some of these threats seriously. He was hired for a reason. He knows that. He acts like it. And…maybe you should, too.”

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