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gayf1hoe · 6 months ago

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Part 7

“How could you have been so stupid? I mean are you trying to ruin your career, I know you are angry but that's no reason to act like an out of control teenager. You are a grown man in the pinnacle of racing. You have just made out with the current World Champion for the entire world to see do you have any idea what you have done to yourself and more importantly the team”

I have never seen Alessandro lose his cool like this before he has always been level headed but it appears mine and Max's antics have brought a new side of him out. I have been sat in his office for the past 20 minutes and he has been non-stop shouting and lecturing me about how stupid and reckless I have been, but I still can't make myself seem like to care about this.

“With all due respect Alessandro it's my life I can do what I want” I quietly mutter.

“I don't care,” he snaps back.

“I can only imagine what Is going on in Horner's office, I tell you he isn't going to be as nice to Max as I have been to you”.

We both just look at each other before Alessandro dismisses me and everyone who had been listening at the door scatters away and acts like they have been working the entire time. I walk out of the office and see that most of the stuff has been packed up and is being prepared to be shipped off to Italy for Monza.

I see Max walking out the Red Bull office with a smirk on his face which turns to a full smile when he sees me approaching him.

“So what did Christian say?” I ask.

“Surprisingly he doesn't care” he replies.

“And your dad?” I add.

“I haven't spoken to him or answered any of his 43 voicemails or messages but he's going to be at Monza so I will have to face him then”

I can't help but feel sorry for Max, his dad has made every day of his life difficult, especially this season where Max hasn't been as dominant as he has been in the past. My family haven't seemed to care as much although most of them wished they had never saw the video of me making out with another person.

“Seeing as it's our day off, why don't we go to the beach?” I suggest to take his mind off everything.

Being in Miami it would be a crime not to go to one of their stunning beaches, me and Max go back to our hotel to get some towels and swimming shorts and walk along the promenade that leads to the beach which surprisingly isn't very overwhelmed with tourists.

We find a spot that is close to the sea but not in the direct heat of the blazing sun and set our towels and bags down. Max immediately takes off his shirt and I stare for a little longer than I should and he eventually notices.

“Do you like the look of something?” he asks.

I let out a light laugh and avert my gaze and cast it to look over the azure blue sea that quietly laps onto the sand.

Max throws me a bottle of sunscreen and asks me to put it on his back, at first for some reason I'm hesitant but I eventually open the bottle and squeeze some into my hands.

I start to slowly rub it into Max’s back in circles and I reach his shoulders and start to push a little firmer causing Max to let out a little groan out of satisfaction and I laugh at how much he's enjoying it.

Max returns the favour and puts sunscreen on my back and follows the same pattern as me but unlike him I don't let out any audible signs of satisfaction.

I lay on my towel with a book in my hand when Max suggests that we go in the sea, I'm not a fan of the salt water and its effects as Max found out when he threw me off a yacht, but the beach has showers so I don't mind and the second I step in Max creates a massive splash causing a an explosion of cool sea water to hit me in the face. The coolness of the water sends my body into a little shock but out of natural instinct I slash Max back more and it then turns into a war of attrition but I eventually surrender after being blinded by the salty water that is in my eyes.

As I'm trying to find out where I'm going with my eyes closed I feel a pair of hands on my face and I can feel Max’s nose lightly grazing against mine before he places his lips onto mine. I manage to open my eyes to be met with his piercing blue eyes.

We stay in the water for quite a while before getting out. Max suggests we go to the theme park that is located adjacent to the beach so we quickly go over to the showers and rinse off the drying sea water off our skin and shove our belongings into our bags and set off.

As it's a weekday the theme park is relatively empty with it being mainly tourists and a few locals.

We make a lap around the theme park engrossing ourselves into each thrilling ride we go on. We decide that our last ride should be the ferris wheel. As we get on the carriage rocks a little causing me to stumble back into the seat. As we ascend into the skyline we get higher and higher, I'm not afraid of heights but when you are rocking backwards and forwards and aren't secured down you are bound to have a little anxiety. Max notices this and paces his arm around me bringing me closer to his side.

All of sudden there is a jolt forwards and the ride stops moving as we are at the peak. I start to breathe heavier and Max comforts me as best he can.

We look over the side and see people scrambling to some control panel to get it working again so we don't panic as much and when I say we I mean myself as Max is totally unbothered by the entire situation somehow.

As we are stuck hundreds of feet up in the air Max decides now would be the best time to discuss us and the entire situation, but he says something that's so out of the blue that I didn't really expect

“Y/N will you be my boyfriend?” He asks.

Out of pure shock I freeze and Max's facial expression changes.

“Of course I would love to be your boyfriend,” I reply.

His face lights up with pure joy and he then places a kiss on my cheek and hugs me ecstatically.

The ride begins to move forward again and we reach the ground. I take a moment to sit down on it vowing never to go on another ferris wheel ever again.

I'm still in a slight state of shock after Max randomly popped the question but I feel slightly relieved to have some clarity surrounding our relationship. I have never had what you would call a “proper adult relationship”, sure I have had the odd short term relationship in my teens but as a racing driver who was extremely closed I had to choose carefully and think about how I acted, so I was never totally free to do what I wanted.

Me and Max spend the rest of the day wandering around the city and end up buying each other small gifts to commentate and remember this trip, he gets me a small silver ring that has our initials carved into the back.

We talk about how we are going to tell everyone about our newly formed relationship but instead decide to let everyone make their own conclusions based on our actions. With Monza In a weeks time we have plenty of time to make impressions on people and toy with their minds.

At the dinner table Daniel is asking me and Max loads of questions about our relationship when Max randomly blurts “we are boyfriends does that answer all of your questions.”

Danny has a massive smiled plastered on his face and he enthusiastically exclaims “fucking knew it” before pulling out his phone, making a phone call and saying to the other person on the other end:

“You owe me $10. I was correct”.

After he hangs up, Max and I are in a state of confusion, until he elaborates.

“The whole paddock has been betting on your relationship and I bet with lando you were a couple”

Over the course of the past few days me and Max would post a ton of photos on social media with suggestive captions and both of our teams hated it but they didn't hate it as much as Jos who has been non stop calling but we would be seeing in the morning.

“How are you feeling about seeing your dad?” I ask whilst failing to get comfortable in the leather plane seat.

“A bit nervous but if he doesn't accept you or us then it's his loss”

I can't lie I feel kind of guilty knowing I could be the reason Max loses his father's approval but it doesn't take much to lose Jos’ approval, but I guess in a few hours we would find out what really was going through the mind of Jos.

“Ladies and Gentlemen welcome to Italy -” as the plane comes to a stop there is a simultaneous cacophony of people unbuckling their seat belts and standing up from their chairs to which they have been confined to for hours.

I reach up and collect my hand luggage from the overhead locker and when I open it a bag comes flying out but thanks to the quick reflexes of Max he catches it before it hits me on the head. Walking off the plane is a relief as I can finally feel the blood returning to my legs.

Max is becoming increasingly nervous and his demeanour has changed a lot from confident to more timid. As we exit the airport the morning sun glares over us but the heat, unlike Miami, isn't that bad.

Max had arranged to meet his dad for breakfast at a local restaurant and he did ask me if I would like to come with him and although I felt bad saying no I can't help but think me being there wouldn't make Jos any less angry.

I instead go for a gym workout and conveniently there's a gym in the hotel we are staying at. When I first arrive it's empty but as more and more drivers arrive they all seem to have the same idea as me and occupy most of the machines.

I'm on the rowing machine because it's probably the most fun exercise machine there is and Charles comes and sits next to me.

The whole “Lestappen Ship” has always intrigued us as to how fans interpret relationships between different drivers, but to us drivers we don't see the ships personally. It's kind of like how I never saw how people believed me and Ollie were a couple or had something untowards going on.

Charles starts the conversation off with the normal conversational topics about how I am and the weather but he then turns the topic onto Max.

“So you and Max are an item, I always knew you two would get together”

I laugh at his statement and simply reply with:

“Don't worry I won't come in between you two, we can share him”

He too laughs at my statement and at that moment Max walks into the gym, his meeting with his dad ended a lot quicker than I had expected so I can only assume it didn't go that well.

He motions for me to come outside so I stand up and pick up a small towel and wipe the sweat from my face and rest the towel over my shoulder.

“How was it?” I ask closing the door to the gym behind me.

He pauses before speaking “not as bad as I thought, I mean he's not a fan of the idea but he said with time he could probably come to terms with it”

I immediately hug him and I feel all of his tension disappear in my arms. This has made the entire week a lot easier knowing that I won't have to tread carefully around Jos for the whole week.

With the new found comfort of Jos’ understanding, me and Max feel free to roam the streets of Italy and partake in all the fun activities we see.

Media days seem to come and go so fast but actually doing them never goes fast enough. Alessandro has learned that I won't give up on Max even if that means sacrificing my image at the team so he has sort of given up on correcting my behaviour. He of course gives me his disapproval of my behaviour every time he sees me but he's only doing it so the people higher up at Sauber think he is doing his job to the best of his ability.

I'm still in a desperate search for a team for next year so I guess I should be trying my hardest to make good impressions but I'm doing the exact opposite.

I have an interview with some news presenter and I try my hardest to hide my disinterest but sometimes it's difficult.

Reporter: Y/N it's the 6th race of the season, What are your thoughts going into this weekend?

Y/N: Well I'm looking to have a good pace. I think we can really maximise our performance and achieve good results.

Reporter: What is next year looking like for you in terms of contract?

Y/N: Well I'm still without a seat but I'm sure as the season develops I will know more.

Reporter: Finally, you and Max, what's going on there?

Y/N: Well I'm sure it's quite obvious to those who have seen our social media.

The rest of media day is filled with interviews. Grill the Grid where we had to see how well we knew all the drivers birthday's and the only ones I got right was myself, Max and George so not that well.

Drive to Survive has been around the paddock and they have cameras set up everywhere so I have to be cautious of what I say and do more so than ever, which for me is difficult.

At the end of the day most of the drivers go to an Italian restaurant and at first I'm apprehensive to go as I just want to go to the hotel and relax but Lando and Max manage to convince me to tag along.

The restaurant is located in a secluded back alley that's quite well hidden. We have a long table reserved just for us and all of the drivers are talking amongst themselves. On my right I have Max and on my left I have Pierre. I take this as an opportunity to get to know him better, he's been in F1 for a while now so any advice he gives me I trust as it has clearly worked for him.

With both the Alpine seats not filled for next year he's a little nervous but he is a credit to the team and fully deserves his seat. Him and Esteban have never had the best friendship but they are both really good drivers and Alpine would be insane to let them go all they need to do is make a car that can keep up.

As dinner comes to an end we all walk the streets of Italy back to the hotel and put our heads down slowly for free practice tomorrow.

Free practice has never been my most favourite thing to do especially when you have drivers thinking it's a race and all they end up doing is impending you.

During FP2 I am making my way around the track when the RB of Yuki comes into view in my mirror. He edges closer and closer to my rear wing so I move over to the left to allow him to pass but he doesn't. I get a good exit out of the turn and as we head down the straight Yuki gets a bit too ambitious and as he attempts to overtake he clips my rear wing as he misjudges the space, this causes me to spin out and bounce off the wall completely damaging my front wing and suspension.

“Y/N are you OK?” my engineer asks.

“yep all good, I'm out of the session though”.

I pull myself out of the car and I am helped over the barrier by the marshal's and I watch my car being lifted up by the tractor and moved off the track.

Almost immediately I have a camera shoved in my face and I am being asked questions.

Reporter: Y/N what is your take on the incident out there?

Y/N: It was clearly an accident, it was never intentional, I guess it was a little bit of a Concertina effect as I hit the brakes quite early for the corner, but Yuki didn't do it on purpose.

Reporter: Going into qualifying tomorrow what do you hope for?

Y/N: I just hope it's a different outcome.

“Y/N Q1 is starting in 1 minute”

I quickly check everything is OK with the car. After the FP2 incident I missed out on FP3 and my car was barely ready for Q1 so I have been a little stressed to say the least.

I manage to set good times in Q1 and Q2 but I'm fighting the car in Q3 for grip and make the decision to come in for new tyres.

This dramatically improves my pace and I manage to put myself in P2 before returning to the garage. I know I will probably have to go out again as almost all of the drivers are yet to set a time.

I just about make it to the timing line to start my last lap for Q3 and I do so much coasting through the corners just so I can carry that speed throughout the corner.

And as I cross the line I await the verdict:

“Y/N Pole Position”

I let out a massive cheer greater than the one I did when I won, this exemplifies to every other team our car isn't slow and it has great capabilities.

And for the first time in F1 I will start a Grand Prix from pole position.

And even as I sit in my car on pole I still can't quite believe it. I know Max who is in P2 poses a threat to me and I'm almost certain he will get ahead of me at the start.

“Y/N just a reminder the starting grid is as follows P2 Verstappen, P3 Sainz, P4 Perez, P5 Stroll”

I engage first gear and set my eyes on the 5 red lights.

“And its lights out and away we go”

I get a good start but not as good as Max and he leads out of turn one.

By lap 4 Max has created a gap of 1.3 seconds but he's no longer my concern as Sainz passes me. I now have Lance by my side and we are accelerating down the straight well beyond 360 km/h when as we approach the first turn Lance suddenly jolts over to me. I don't even have a chance to react or brake.

And at 364 km/h my car is jolted upwards and is sent barrel rolling across the track and off the track. Debris flies everywhere. At one point I'm sliding across the asphalt on my car's halo and then I feel a massive impact like I have hit a wall and that's when I lose consciousness.

Max's POV:

I see Y/N dropping back and although I love him I can't race against him any differently.

In my mirror I see Carlos overtake Y/N and Y/N fading into the distance.

As I come to the end of the straight and enter turn 1 all I see in my mirror is a fluorescent green Sauber being catapulted into the air. In that moment, time froze. Everything around me slows down.

“Max Red Flag, Red Flag” I can tell by GP's voice this was a serious crash because his normal calm tone isn't present. He is clearly anxious and shocked.

“Shit… is Y/N ok” I ask.

“Standby Max” is the response I get.

“No I won't standby, tell me what's happening or I will go over there myself”

“Sauber have tried to talk to him on his radio but he's not replying, the safety car is over with him now and they have surrounded his car with privacy shields”

I come into the pit lane and immediately get out of my car and go into my garage to look at the screens. They keep on replaying the crash which is horrific to watch, it's the worst crash I have seen since Grosjean's incident. What makes it worse is Y/N called his family back home before the race to make sure they were watching, so I can only imagine what this is doing to them having to rewatch it constantly.

On the live screen I can see pieces of carbon fibre and green painted debris spread over the track. I see the ambulance approaching them and then pulling out a stretcher.

I don't wait any longer I head straight over to the Medical room and wait for them to arrive. When they do I go straight over to them and hold Y/N’s hand, he's barely conscious and has blood around mouth from where he probably bit his lip or something.

The medical crew tell me that they are going to take him to a local hospital and I say I'm coming with them. But when I do Y/N removes the oxygen mask and says no.

I ask why he doesn't want me to come and his response is:

“go out there and beat their asses”

I don't agree but after a while Y/N makes me concede and I promise to win for him. He also asks me to call his family and tell them he's alright. I feel a little nervous as I put my phone to my ear and once I inform them he's alright his parents say “he's lucky to have you, we can't wait to meet you”.

I head back to the pit lane ahead of the race restart and I see Lance just strolling around like nothing happened and my anger gets the better of me.

I go up to him and shove him, “don't you feel any remorse” I shout.

Lance puts his hands up in defence and says “it wasn't my fault, he didn't brake”.

His comment almost sends me over the edge and it take everyone of control inside of me not to shout at him:

“I watched it, both of you weren't in the braking zone at that point and you decided you no longer wanted the outside line so decided to just push him away from the track so you could have the inside line”

I walk away before I end up hitting him or worse.

I do eventually end up winning but not having Y/N here to hug and congratulate me or be on the podium with me makes winning seem pointless.

I don't think I will ever forgive Lance for the way he acted after the crash but the team have made me apologise to him for the sake of PR. I will also never see why the TV companies airing the race felt the need to replay to the crash over and over.

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emachinescat · 4 years ago

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The Rich Girl Next Girl (Just Tried to Kill Me)

A Psych Fan-Fiction

By @emachinescat

@febuwhump day 7 - poisoning

Summary: Shawn will never complain about being ‘barely poisoned’ again after he’s ‘fully poisoned’ by a woman he’s investigating - via her poisoned lipstick and an non-consensual kiss.

Characters | Pairings: Shawn, Juliet, Henry, Gus, Lassie | Shawn/Juliet

Words: 3,199

TW: non-consensual kiss

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It was the beautiful ones you had to watch out for.

She was tall and dark haired, with green eyes that twinkled like twin emeralds, and high cheekbones and plump lips colored with the most devastating red Shawn Spencer had ever laid eyes on. She had squeezed into a tiny black dress with an open back and plunging neckline, with legs that seemed like they would go on forever. She wore closed-toe, diamond-studded, four-inch heels that perfectly matched the color of her lips.

Somehow Shawn had managed to charm her into asking him to be her date to a charity gala at the Santa Barbara Museum of Art, and he was very well aware of the many eyes on him as he moved through the crowd with her on his arm.

Well. It would be more accurate to say that he was on her arm, because she was most definitely in charge, had been from the moment she’d picked him up her limo and she’d already had another, better tux waiting and pressed for him - and had refused to let him in the car until he’d made the switch.

She wasn’t only a total knockout, though - she was also a local celebrity, a socialite, born into enormous wealth but not the heir to the bulk of her late parents’ fortune. That honor went to her older sister, who had, just a week ago, gotten into a terrible accident on her yacht. Part of her had been recovered on the deck after the explosion. The Coast Guard were still looking for the other part in the ocean. They weren’t optimistic.

So now Aria Thorton, the twenty-seven-year-old millionaire goddess, was Shawn’s date to a high-end charity event, and they were the center of attention.

Shawn should have been in heaven.

There were three things that dampened the occasion, though - for one, she thought he was a billionaire from two counties over named Chaz Hemsworth (no relation to Chris or Liam, but his rugged good looks and fabulous hair had made many people think he was).

Then there was the fact that she was the SPBD’s number one suspect in her sister’s supposed-accident-but-Shawn-had-revealed-that-it-was-murder-yet-again case. Hence, why she thought he was Chaz - he was undercover with the help of the police department, much to the chagrin of Lassie and Jules, because he was the best person for the job. (Well, he had barged into the case and presented himself as Chaz Hemsworth, and she had been interested, and now he was the best chance they had since he was already on the inside and it was a time-sensitive case - just like he’d planned it).

Oh, and the third thing was definitely the worst of them all: His actual girlfriend, the aforementioned Jules, was here too, acting as Lassiter’s date and ready to provide backup. And she was pissed.

Shawn forced himself to focus on the case, though. Technically, he’d already solved it, put all the final puzzle pieces together, just half an hour before the gala. But by that time, she was already at the luxury hotel the SBPD had reluctantly put him in as part of his cover (“Any snacks or room service ordered will be paid for by you, Mr. Spencer, not this department,” Chief Vick had warned with that iconic raised eyebrow of hers. And no, she wasn’t going to sink funds into a ticket for Mr. Guster - Shawn had thrown himself into this investigation alone, so Gus would just have to sit this one out. Needless to say, Gus had not been pleased.).

Now, there were just a few more loose ends to tie, a few more t’s to cross and i’s to dot and little squiggly fancy things to add to capital S’s - namely, he needed to do the reveal. And since Lassie and Jules would be at the gala anyway, it would be the perfect time to do the reveal (and he’d get to live it up as a male socialite for a few more hours).

He waited until he’d tested all the hors dourves (Why the hell had no one told him caviar was fish eggs and not really fancy boba, and that it did not taste good in even the fanciest of cocktails?), but as soon as the moment was perfect, he called everyone’s attention to him by accidentally-on-purpose smashing his cocktail glass with a knife a la the Princess Diaries, jumped onto the nearest table, and presented his case.

As he revealed the truth of the tragic death of Selena Thornton, and how her sister had taken freaking Skill Share lessons on yacht safety procedures so that she could backwards engineer them to arrange an accident for her sister and swoop up her portion of the inheritance, he noticed something odd - Aria didn’t try to get up, she didn’t argue or yell something like, “That’s ridiculous!” or “You have no proof!” or even “I would have gotten away with it, too, if it weren’t for you muddling, hunky psychic!” Instead, she opened her shimmering handbag, calmly applied some sort of thick balm to her lips. Then she pulled out her lipstick and reapplied it. Maybe if Shawn hadn’t been so focused on his wrap-up, he would have noticed that the lipstick was the same shade, but that it came from a different tube than when she’d reapplied earlier. Later, in his hospital bed, he would kick himself for missing that tiny, crucial detail.

He finished by announcing, “And remember, folks - this murder reveal was brought to you by Skill Share.”

And then he was getting off the table, and Jules was preparing the cuffs while Lassie held Aria, and the rest of the rich guests were sitting in stunned silence or otherwise whispering among themselves, already spreading the gossip for the next Tabloid, he was sure. Then, out of nowhere, the formerly docile homicidal heiress lashed out, slamming the pointed heel of her left shoe - it looked like the heel had been shoved into a pencil sharpener - into the top of Lassie’s foot, buried the elbow of her perfectly tanned right arm into Juliet’s stomach, and broke away from the detectives.

Shawn thought she would turn tail and run, try to escape, but to his shock (and confusion), she lunged straight for him, zooming forward in those ridiculous heels with a speed and grace Shawn couldn’t even achieve with sneakers. He braced himself for an attack, got ready to defend himself, even as Lassie and Jules recovered and dove for the sabotaging socialite.

They were too late.

What happened next was the literal opposite of what Shawn had anticipated. She crushed her body into his, grabbed his face the way they do in every rom com ever, and pressed her lips against his in a kind of tender but still somehow aggressive kiss.

For a moment, he stood in shock, trying to process what the hell was happening. Was she glad he’d caught her? Did she look forward to being stripped of her wealth and going to prison for life?

Then he realized that as pleasant as her soft lips were against his, he had not authorized this transaction, and even though she was a rich, drop-dead gorgeous socialite, she was also a sister-killer, and his girlfriend whom he loved very much was watching, and he pulled back. She held on, forcing her lips on his even as he tried to squirm away from her touch. Her expertly manicured fingernails dug into his skin, and left scratches on the side of his neck when Lassie and Jules dragged her off of him.

Shawn stumbled back, neck stinging where she’d scratched him, lips tingling where she’d kissed him. He could taste her lipstick - it didn’t taste like cherries like he’d thought. It didn’t taste good at all. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve and spun on Aria Thorton, who was now being wrestled into cuffs and passed off to waiting police officers. “Hey, I know I’m irresistible,” he said, trying to fight off his growing discomfort at the kiss - any other time, he’d probably be thrilled to have a beautiful woman throw herself at him and surprise him with an attack-kiss, “but I’ve got a girlfriend. And she’s way more hot and bad-ass than a homi-sister like you.”

Jules turned to him and there was a little smile on her face that told him maybe he wasn't as deep in the doghouse as he'd thought. “Homi-sister?”

“Yeah,” said Shawn, rubbing absently at his chest. He needed to change out of this tux. It was too hot, and it was too tight. “Sister-murderer. Like homicide, but for sisters.”

“Sororicide,” Lassiter corrected.

“I’m sorry, Lassie, when did you take on the role of Scooby Doo? I can only keep up with one fictional dog at a time, man.” Beads of sweat popped up on his forehead. A muscle twitched in his upper arm.

“It’s the actual term for killing one’s sister,” Lassie sneered derisively.

Shawn opened his mouth to retort, but he coughed instead. And suddenly he couldn't stop coughing, and his chest was being squeezed, and the muscle in his arm jumped again, this time painfully, and he promptly deposited a disgusting mixture of fourteen varieties of hors dourves on Lassiter’s shoes. A strong hand grabbed his upper arm and kept him semi-upright even as Lassiter groaned, “These are $400 loafers, and they’re rentals!”

“Shawn!” Juliet’s face had gone white, Shawn noticed through tears and haze as she surged forward and gently lifted his chin with her delicate hand.

He struggled to answer her, but his chest was so tight, and his left calf muscle contracted then, and all that came out was a strangled cry of pain.

“Call an ambulance - now!” Lassiter’s voice was far away, though Shawn could have sworn that the head detective was standing right by his side, keeping him from face-planting in his own caviar and cocktail sludge.

Vaguely, over the sound of screams and murmurs and cries of alarm, he heard Juliet’s voice, scarier than he’d ever heard it before - he’d never been so convinced she was about to murder someone before - growl, “What did you do to him?”

He never got the chance to hear if Aria Thornton gave up her dark little secret. His eyes rolled up into his head, and, muscles twitching and lungs scrambling for air, he passed out.

***

He woke up to pain.

It was a slow process, getting his eyelids to cooperate, but he could feel a soft hand in his, and he would know it anywhere, and someone was crying.

When his vision had cleared enough for him to make out more than just blobs of color, he saw Juliet sitting slumped in a hard plastic chair by his bedside. Sure enough, it was her hand in his. But she was fast asleep, her neck crooked back at an awkward angle and small, adorable snores wafting out of her slightly parted lips. So it wasn’t her who was crying.

His gaze dragged languidly to the right, and everything made sense. Gus was in the chair next to her, quietly sobbing into his hands. Poor bastard.

Shawn spoke, his voice raw and trembling and the effort seemed to squeeze every bit of air out of his already starved lungs. “G-Gus?”

Gus’s head snapped up, he leaped out of his chair, and in a loud voice reminiscent to an all-black hallelujah choir, he exclaimed, “Shawn!”

Juliet startled awake, her hand instinctively squeezing his, and he saw the worry in her stormy blue eyes as soon as they landed on him. She smoothed his sweaty hair from his forehead. “Thank God you’re awake. How are you feeling?”

Shawn didn’t answer immediately, but let his eyes wander around the room, confirming what he already knew. He was in a hospital - a private room - and there was a heart monitor beeping above him and an IV lead ran from his hand to a pole, where two different bags were feeding his veins with who knew what. He took a moment to remember what had happened and shuddered internally when he thought of the kiss of death.

It took everything he had in him to speak again, but he had to know where he stood, “S-so, more than b-barely poisoned this time?”

Juliet laughed, a short, manic sound of mingled relief and exasperation. “Yeah, a lot more than barely,” she agreed.

Shawn didn’t get to enjoy his moment of validation, because his left pectoral muscle spasmed, knocking the air out of his lungs and sending bolts of agony through his chest. It was like the muscle was twisting itself into the most complex pretzel known to man. An agonized guuuh burst from his mouth and he grasped at his chest, as if trying to tear the pain away.

Gus was panicking now, tears still streaming down his face, and Jules looked stricken. Shawn was certain he was actively dying now and tried to call for help. The door to his room burst open and distantly, beneath the mound of pain that had erupted in his muscle, he heard his father’s voice.

“Jules - it looks like it’s his chest. Massage it. Remember, small, gentle circles. Gus, pull it together, you’re just making him panic.” And then he could feel Jules gently massaging the screaming muscle, and Gus hiccuped into relative silence, and his father was there, seated in a chair on the other side of the bed. He grabbed Shawn’s hand - the one with the IV - and for a wild moment, Shawn was convinced his father was going to rip it out like he had the last time his son had been poisoned.

But instead, he held on firmly to Shawn’s hand and said, “Squeeze as hard as you need to, pal. Ride it out. It’ll be over soon.”

The heart monitor was screeching now, and a nurse ran in just as the spasm was beginning to ebb, leaving the entire muscle feeling weak and squishy like play-doh. She injected something into one of Shawn’s IV bags and checked his temperature and fed him ice chips and told him to try to rest and be patient, that it wouldn’t be long until the spasms would stop. She might have told him her name at some point, but he didn’t hear.

Whatever she’d given him made him sleepy, and he felt his twitching, tense muscles relax the tiniest of fractions, and the last thing he saw before falling asleep was his father’s face leaning over him. He must have been hallucinating, because he could have sworn that his father’s eyes were red and puffy and that there were tear-tracks down his face.

***

The next time Shawn woke up, he was still sore, and his muscles still gave the occasional, defiant twitch, but he wasn’t in blood-curdling agony anymore, so it was a definite improvement. This time when he woke, no one was crying, and his dad had washed his face, but his eyes were still rimmed with red.

“What happened to me?” Shawn asked, his voice weaker than he could ever remember. “What the hell was in that lipstick?”

His dad chuckled humorlessly, not because anything was funny but because it wasn’t crying. “You figured out it was the lipstick, then?”

“I’m psychic, dad, remember?” Shawn had put the pieces together the first time he’d woken up, but he’d been too out of it to realize he’d made the connection.

Henry didn’t dignify that with a response.

“I can’t believe you went to a millionaire’s gala and almost died, Shawn!” Gus chided irritably. “If I had been there -”

“You would have hyperventilated and passed out on your plate of hor dourves,” Henry finished dryly, and Shawn couldn’t help but grin.

Juliet was the one who brought the conversation back around to his question. “She refused to talk, so we took her purse and had her fingernail polish, lip balm, and lipstick tested for toxins,” she informed him. “We thought that she might have done it when she scratched you, but it was the lipstick that was poisoned. The lip balm was actually a protective buffer between her lips and the lipstick so that the poison wouldn’t reach her skin.” With a heavy sigh, Juliet revealed, “It was VX poison.”

“What’s that?” Shawn asked. “It sounds like something from a spy thriller.”

“It’s a nerve agent,” Gus supplied. “It can be made into gas, but it’s base form is about the consistency of gasoline. It’s super fast-acting, especially when inhaled or ingested, even in small amounts like with you, and it causes muscle spasms, respiratory issues, nausea, headaches, fever, and a whole lot of other nasty symptoms.”

“But there’s a cure?”

“Atropine and pralidoxime,” Gus answered promptly, and Shawn resisted the very strong urge to tell his best friend to, for the love of every 80s movie they’d ever loved, get a hobby. “Both were administered the second the results came back. It was a close call, but thankfully they were administered on time - though it was touch and go for a bit. The nurse gave you another dose of a muscle relaxer the first time you woke up. The other drip is saline.”

“I guess the real question is how the psychotic rich girl next door got ahold of poison like that in the first place,” Shawn muttered, head swimming and eyes burning and body feeling like it had been run over by a monster truck.

Juliet answered promptly: “Lassiter was finally able to crack her. Turns out she’s also got some contacts in the black market. She had that tube of lipstick custom-made and infused with VX two years ago in case any of her many boyfriends cheated on her. Surprisingly, she hadn’t used it until you came along, but when you exposed the truth, it was her way of getting revenge. She knew there was no way she was going to be able to escape, so she decided to take you down with her.”

“Damn,” said Shawn, faintly. He was drifting off again, but he was so happy to be alive, to see his friends - even his dad, imagine that!

“Go back to sleep, Shawn,” Henry ordered. “It’s going to take a while for you to heal, and you’ll need all the rest you can get.”

Not knowing what had come over him, blaming the poison and trauma for the words that spilled unbidden from his lips, he found himself asking, “And you guys will be here? Next time I wake up?”

Gus grinned and leaned over to give Shawn a one-sided fist bump, and Juliet kissed him delicately on the forehead. His dad ruffled his hair in a manner that could almost be construed as affectionate if he wasn’t careful.

“You bet your ass we will.”

Overall, Shawn reflected as he allowed sleep to claim him, being fully poisoned fully sucked, but it was kind of nice getting a glimpse of just how much his friends and family cared.

They could find other opportunities to show their love in the future though. Shawn had had enough of poison, barely, fully, or otherwise, for a lifetime.

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yoongi-sugaglider · 5 years ago

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Forget Me Nots

A wealthy young man falls overboard while vacationing with friends only to find himself with amnesia and a pretty young wife who seems determined to remind him what hard work and dedication really mean.

Warnings: Strong language, angry Min Yoongi inaccurately portrayed based upon the writer’s imagination,angst, eventual super fluff.

Pairing: Eventual Min Yoongi x reader

Word count:2089

A/n: Ah! So~ I finally got my thoughts back together on this bad boy lol. That being said yes she’s back in rotation! This chapter is a bit flillerish? In terms of I had to push through it to work some things out but beyond this we’re back in it!! Enjoy!!

<<Chapter Eight---Chapter Ten>>

She wasn't sure at what point during the three days since Yoongi had been discharged from the hospital that she'd started falling in serious like with him. But it was certainly entirely his fault.

He was quiet, shy and reserved in a way she hadn't expected of the man who'd literally almost cost her her job the first day they'd met. The trepidation in his hidden smiles would sometimes evaporate so quickly when something brought him joy, causing his entire being to light up with laughter as he struggled to stay upright in his mirth.

The way he cared for her, quietly looking out for her in ways even she didn't anticipate had her second guessing her early misgivings on having him around to invade her solitude.

She'd gone back to work that day, after ensuring he had plenty to keep him occupied while she was out. Though, to her credit she hadn't anticipated the sheer amount of exhaustion that would weigh her down once she got home. Her shoulders sagged as she walked through the front door, eyes downcast as she kicked off her shoes to the side of the entrance before trudging her way towards the interior of her home.

The smell of food had greeted her, along with the endlessly bounding affections of her two dogs as she wandered up to the kitchen only to spot a floral print apron wrapped Yoongi working hard at the stove to provide whatever meal he'd cooked up in order to appease the ravenous hunger that suddenly gripped her stomach at the sight.

"I...hey?"

Yoongi turned, lips twitching up into the barest hint of a smile as he took in the sorry state of the woman of the house.

"Hi there angel, long day I take it?"

She huffed, purse dropping to the counter as she edged her way over to try and spot what he'd been slaving away at.

"I got stuck with Selena’s shift again. Apparently she found herself bedridden again and managed to skimp out on cleaning one of the schooners that got rented out again." She clicked her tongue, shaking her head at the silent chuckle that shook Yoongi's shoulders.

"You didn't have to cook though? I thought you were…"

"Supposed to take it easy." He gave her a sideways glance as he stirred the mysteriously bubbling liquid within the massive pot. "Yeah, but I got bored and well...I weeded the back garden at about noon...spent some time fixing some holes and dents in the hallway walls and by the time 6 rolled around I realized you'd be coming home pretty late so I thought I'd fix up a stew."

He shrugged, casting it off as no big deal while nudging her in the side with his hip.

"Why don't you go grab a hot shower? By the time you're clean and refreshed dinner will be done and you can take all the time you want complaining about Selena."

She smiled, finding the sound of a shower far more appealing than trying to convince Yoongi to take it easy.

The shower took her far longer than she’d expected, finding herself relaxing into the contented heat of the ever flowing water for nearly a good 45 minutes before realising that dinner would be done and Yoongi would be waiting for her.

Ever so hastily she ended her shower, tugging on the comfiest and most modest night wear that she could find before sneaking down the hall and into the kitchen.

Sure enough Yoongi sat at the table, patiently waiting for her with that soft smile on his face as he watched the dogs play tug of war with a rope in the livingroom.

“Much needed shower I take it?” He whispered, startling her with a squeak as he slowly turned to look in her direction.

“Ah, y...yeah. Sorry it took so long. I guess I didn’t realize how stressed I was until I got in there.”

He tilted his head, watching her as she made her way over to the table and softly inhaled the scent of the stew steaming in her bowl.

“Oh my, that smells like actual heaven.” She sighed, taking her seat and practically drooling into the bowl.

“Well, dig in. It’s not gonna make its own way to your stomach, unless you have some kind of secret psychic mind powers I should know about.”

The snort that choked its way out of her throat was very much unladylike as she glanced up to stare at Yoongi’s self satisfied face. He seemed plenty pleased with himself at his own joke as he spooned a bit of broth into his mouth before glancing up at her through heavily lidded lashes.

“Well?”

“What?! No! I don’t have psychic powers thank you very much!” Picking up her spoon she dug in to the meal, very nearly groaning out loud at the explosion of flavor that hit her tongue like a freight train.

“Jesus Yoongi, if I didn’t know any better I’d say you were a professional chef in a past life or something!”

“Is it good?” He asked shyly, all the while his eyes were focused on his own meal, though she could tell he was hanging onto her every word.

“Well duh! I mean, yeah...it’s amazing.”

They continued on in silence, exchanging quiet noises of satisfaction as their bellies slowly filled with the warm comfort of the meal Yoongi had painstakingly made.

“So uh…”

She glanced up, eyes questioning as Yoongi cleared his throat before meeting her gaze with a questioning one of her own.

“You mentioned a Selene giving you trouble at work?”

“Oh god yes.” She groaned, leaning back in her chair and rolling her eyes. “That woman I swear. She goes out and parties all night and then the next morning, despite her duties, has the freaking audacity to call in sick to work, even though everyone knows she’s just hung over. I mean seriously? How long am I expected to pick up her slack? She’s not even nice to me when she manages to come to work.”

Shaking her head in frustration she picked up her spoon again and glared down at her bowl. “All she ever does is flirt with trust fund babies and mess around with literally any guy that happens to look hot or loaded. It’s a disgrace really and it makes me sick that Troy just lets her get away with it.”

“Troy?”

She flinched, realizing she’d been rambling. “Oh, uh yeah. My boss. I work for a yacht rental company. Basically I get the glamourous job of cleaning up after people when they rent out the yachts, on top of like, setting up for parties and making sure the fancy rich people have everything they need before they set out on their little mini cruise getaways.”

“Hmm…” His tone wasn’t really dismissive, more of an, oh okay kind of vibe.

Despite that she felt herself blushing, though she wasn’t sure if it was for the sheer amount of word vomit she’d just spewed, or from fear that he might have judged her for her occupation. It wasn’t the first time he had after all, though, that had been before he found himself in his current state.

Pushing away from the table she grabbed their now empty bowls and silverware, mumbling something along the lines of how she was going to clean up before darting quickly to the kitchen sink before she continued on.

Shoving the tap on she waited patiently for the water to heat up, not realizing that Yoongi had followed her and was now standing just behind her. Her foot tapped out a random rhythm on the floor as she watched suds fill the sink.

“So...I was wondering…”

She squeaked, spinning in place and clutching at her chest as her heart threatened to escape its confides in her ribcage.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” Yoongi held his hands up as if showing her he wasn’t a threat.

“No no, it’s okay. I just didn’t hear you walk over.”

He smiled sheepishly, tugging nervously at his earlobe before clearing his throat. For a moment she got lost in his mannerisms, smiling softly to herself at the nervous fidgeting of his hands.

“Well, I was just wondering. You mentioned having a job and well. Did I have one? I mean...surely I did right?”

***

“Well???What did you tell him?” Rose leaned in close, stage whispering despite the fact that the cafe her, Devani, and y/n sat in was in fact devoid of other customers.

“Ugh, I don’t know. I think something about how he was in between jobs or some shit.” Y/n leaned back in her seat, fanning herself in frustration as Devani snorted into her drink.

“Real smooth there girl. And you’re telling me he bought that?” Dev shook her head, placing the cup back in it’s saucer and glaring her best friend down.

“I mean..he may or may not have believed it. I couldn’t really tell. The dude has the poker face of a pro.”

“So have you slept with him yet?” Rose interrupted, leaning in even further.

The poor woman sputtered, having just taken a sip of steaming hot coffee, which now happened to have sprayed all over poor Devani.

“I beg your pardon???”

“Consider my pardon begged, now. Did you sleep with him or not?” Rose smirked, her eyes glinting with a mischievous humor that her friends had become used to over the years.

“I’ll have you know I have far more dignity than that. I mean he’s basically a stranger!”

“Dude, you literally have one of the hottest men you’ve ever seen in your life living under your roof under the notion that he’s married to you. Any red blooded woman would have at least gotten some by now.”

Y/n frowned, shaking her head at the brazen woman.

“Rose, enough. Stop harassing y/n. And y/n? No slut shaming Rose.” Devani sighed, placing her cup back on the table. “I swear if I didn’t know any better I was the actual adult on this friendship circle.”

Rose groaned, leaning across the table to pat poor Devani’s hand. “Our poor precious maknae. She’d had to raise the two of us on her own all these years.”

Y/n sniffed, wiping an imaginary tear from her eye. “I’m just so proud of her maturity.”

The three women giggled, continuing on with their conversation until the oldest of them sighed forlornly.

��Guys I really don’t know about this job thing. I mean the way he looked when he talked about it I don’t think he’s going to let it go as easily as I wanna hope.”

Rose hummed, absentmindedly tossing tiny bits of torn up napkin onto her plate as she stared off into the distance.

“What if I gave him a job in the kitchen at my restaurant?”

Y/n’s head jerked up and her eyes went wide at the prospect. She didn’t want to get her hopes up but the idea sounded good. “Wait, but what if he can’t handle it?”

Rose shook her head with a smile, reaching across the table to pat her friend’s hand. “So I give him a dish washing spot during our slow hours. It’ll be quick and easy and I’ll be able to keep an eye on him in case anything happens to him health wise.”

“I’ll help too!” Devani chirped up. She worked part time as a hostess at the same restaurant.

“I...I don’t know guys…”

Rose clicked her tongue, her reassuring pats turning slightly more aggressive. “Y/n, I own the place. Nobody’s gonna question the boss. You’re only a phone call away if anything happens and at the end of the week his buddies can come back and collect him, no harm done.”

“You might even get a cut of some cash for gratitude.” Devani smirked, a conspiratorial glint to her eyes.

“Dev doesn’t mean that and you know it.” Rose reassured at the moment of panic that flitted across y/n’s face.

“Yeah, I know. I mean it would be nice to get the money to replace the vacuum that got wrecked but...honestly at the end of the day I just want him to be okay…”

“We know love. Don’t worry, we’ve got your back okay?”

She couldn’t help but smile at her friends, hoping against hope that this would work and that things would turn out okay.

***

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mistresseast · 5 years ago

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Ohh then uwu I was wondering if goro broke down after “shooting” Akira? Because maybe I read it wrong (happens pretty often haha) and it played just like in the game(?). And after Maruki found Goro, I’m supposing he was comatose lmao, did Akira stay by his side until he woke up? (I’m cheesy like that I’m so sorry but also am not). How did they manage to say “I’ve loved you all along you goddamn fool so please stay by my side”, how the PT react to them? Since we haven’t seen them in any chapter

“(2) I really liked Akira comforting Goro so if we could get more of that I’d be super happy (of course if you want to alshfosid). Also do you think they would like Shibari? I’m not really into that but then again it does look kinda ✨aesthetic✨ It makes me go HMMMMM👀. For a smut series I’m very invested lol”

okay i hope you don’t mind a long ramble for an answer. i’ll try to keep it kind of simple bc i do plan to reveal more details about what went down between everyone but i don’t know how much will ultimately be revealed, so folks following me can get a sneak peak. check out below the readmore:

basically, after Goro “shot” Akira, a plan that involved getting Sae on board even before the interrogation so she could trick Goro and replace the bullets in his gun with blanks, things played out pretty similar to canon. generally. Goro did have a more visceral reaction to what he “did” in this verse bc it was the first time he’d directly killed anyone. in the past, he still manipulated events that lead to Wakaba and Okumura’s deaths but didn’t pull the trigger himself. but he managed to hold it together until everyone met back up on Shido’s yacht, an actual yacht that the PT snuck onto to find incriminating evidence. during THAT confrontation, everything was revealed. of course the whole thing fell apart and Shido planned to sink the boat with everyone on it and in the midst of the flooding and explosions, he shot Goro in the chest. Goro managed to close a watertight door just as the engine room was flooded, leaving everyone to assume he was dead.

after the PT escaped and got back to land, they tried to find any evidence of a body washing up on shore. Shido got out, obviously, but was laying low, and no matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t find anything. the obvious answer was that Goro was trapped in the boat as it sank but clearly Akira didn’t want to accept that. it was a really rough time and Akira still thinks about it, as you’ve seen. anyway, fortunately, Goro wasn’t dead and managed to get out of the flooded area and off the ship even with his injuries but he was still super fucked up and could barely make it to shore.

Maruki, who is still a school counselor at Shujin but also a neuroscientist for plot reasons, was tangled up with Shido, who promised to fund this experimental medicine Maruki was developing to cure the disease that killed his fiancee, and went down to the beach that night bc he knew something was up. he found Goro and takes him to a hospital and used his status as a teacher to keep the staff from using Goro’s real name. so no one knew where Goro was, until Maruki called Akira to tell him.

this is already so long so i’ll try to wrap up quickly lol. put simply, Maruki threatened Akira to give back the evidence the PT stole to assure Goro’s safety (bc if Goro’s location gets out, Shido will definitely have him killed), and Akira had to come up with a sneaky plan with the others and the help of several of his other confidants to trick Maruki. and of COURSE Akira stayed by Goro’s side as much as possible through the whole thing. i really thought hard about how i could translate the third semester to an au without personas and when i got down to it, the core of the emotional conflict was Maruki holding Goro’s life over Akira’s head, so i hope this captures that a little.

boy that was probably more than you wanted but all of the events kind of cascade into each other lmao. the PT are still around i’m just trying to keep the one-shots focused on shuake bc this is essentially a porn series before anything else. the others still aren’t thrilled about their relationship but Goro is friends with Ann and Sumi of his volition. Futaba lives with Sumi, btw, she doesn’t live with Sojiro anymore and she Doesn’t have LeBlanc bugged anymore so if the person who commented about that is reading this i DID remember and it’s not a problem.

regarding Akira comforting Goro, of course there will be more of that bc i too love it very much. and shibari is indeed Very aesthetically pleasing and i did consider it, but it’s very complex and tbh doesn’t interest me that much? i started this series to practice writing smut so i’ve only been doing kinks that i’m personally interested in. that said, i am planning a pretty intense bondage piece coming up and that’s a Little similar, so if that’s your thing, keep an eye out!!

thank you so much for reading my work and i’m glad you’re enjoying it! i can’t resist giving everything i write Lore so it’s cool that people are actually interested in it. i hope this was actually interesting and not just a bunch of unneeded details. feel free to drop by whenever! i love to talk about my fics and shuake!!

#ask tag #after hours at leblanc

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formeandmyfics · 7 years ago

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MORE THAN A GIRLFRIEND

JUGENEA SNIPPET

All because of goddamn cookies

Palm Springs 1950

A 1945 Cadillac pulled up in front of a small rental beach cottage. Putting on her gloves, Kay Thompson got out of the passenger side door and headed up to the porch.

When she opened the door, she heard screaming and shouting from both Gene and Judy from the hallway. Kay dropped her arms and sighed. This wasn’t the first time she witnessed one of their “amazing little fights” as she called them. Kay was the only friend of theirs, other than Judy’s stylist Dottie, who know about their on-again-off-again love affair dating back to 1942. So, she had seen quite a few tiffs, but lately it seemed to get worse.

The couple had just finished filming Summer Stock and were given a week off before they had to return back to the studio for post-production. Kay’s boyfriend owned a yacht down in Palm Springs so she suggested they all take a small holiday. With the boat and private cottage, they could enjoy being incognito. Plus, there weren’t too many rubbernecker’s around there that time of the year.

The first few days were nice, they all enjoyed themselves, but then some tension started between Judy and Gene and the fighting - and about the silliest things. Kay knew, of course, the tension and fighting were just and outward expression of their inner frustrations. The couple were so in-love, so serious about one another, but given the circumstances neither were giving into one another. They were both unhappy in their marriages, but Judy wasn’t willing to give up her security with Vincent until Gene moved out of his family’s house. And, vice versa, Gene wasn’t willing to screw up his daughter’s ‘mom and dad’ stability until he knew Judy was leaving Vince for good.

When Kay turned the corner, she saw Gene in the middle of the hall. His face was beat red as he yelled into the open bedroom door, his hands out like he was strangling thin air. She couldn’t see Judy, but she sure as hell heard her.

“Fine!” Gene shouted, “Screw you!”

Judy’s explosive, vexed voice responded, “Fuck you!”

Then a hair brush came flying out of the room almost hitting him in the head, hitting the wall beside him. Gene looked at it and back up, “You’re so fucking lucky that didn’t hit me, doll.”

The door slammed in his face and he turned to Kay.

“Shall I assume you two aren’t coming to dinner with us?”

Gene thought a moment, “No, I’ll go.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. I need to get the hell out of here for a little bit. Give me a few minutes.”

“What about Dorothy in there?”

“You mean WICKED BITCH OF THE WEST?!” He purposely shouted towards the door.

Kay’s mouth opened in an ‘o’ but smiling amused. She never heard Gene use words like that towards Judy.

“She’ll be fine. We need some space. I’ll come with.”

“Alright. I’ll be in the car.”

Kay’s boyfriend of a year Michael Stratton, was a musical producer over at Fox, and was patiently waiting I the car as Kay came back.

“I walked into World War 3 in there.”

“They’re arguing again?”

“She threw a hair brush at him.”

“Oh, I’d say that’s more than arguing.”

“Yep.”

“Are you they still coming?”

“Gene is.”

“What were they fighting about this time?”

“Who knows.”

“Why don’t they just get divorces? Then they can fight all they want peacefully together and without sneaking around.”

“Honey, if it were they easy, they would’ve been married years ago.”

Just then Gene came out and got in the back seat slamming the door beside him.

“Might as well pick a casual spot, Kaybaybay. Judy wouldn’t let me in the room to change for dinner.”

Kay started removing her fancy dinner gloves, “That’s fine by me, darling.”

Michael turned around in his seat to look at Gene, “What were you fighting about?”

Gene sighed, “You wouldn’t believe me if I told ya.”

It was dark in Judy and Gene’s cottage bedroom as the phone started ringing. Judy whimpered sleepy and rolled over grabbing the receiver.

“Hello?”

She sat up a bit looking at the time, 1:15 a.m. and she noticed Gene wasn’t next to her yet.

“Kay? What’s going on? Is Gene still with you?” Judy listened and gasped, “Oh my God, I’m on my way.”

Outside Palm Springs West Medical Center, a cab screeched up in front of the ER entrance where Judy quickly got out and ran inside.

Kay was reading a magazine in the waiting room where only an elderly couple sat and a few nurses going around the desk. Judy ran in- totally dishevelled and worried as hell. Kay stood up calm and Judy ran to her grabbing her arms.

“Where is he?”

“He’s in a room back there with a doctor.”

“How bad is it?” Judy fervently asked, tears in her eyes.

“He’s fine, darling, I promise. He got a little drunk and he walked out in front of a car and hit his head. He has a slight concussion, at least that’s what I heard the paramedic say.

“Is he awake? Is he ok?”

“Last I knew, he was awake. He sprained his wrist, too. Other than that, these people won’t tell me shit. I’m not family.”

Judy clenched her jaw before heading over to the nurses desk matter-of-factly.

“Hello?”

“Hi, may I help y--” looking up, the desk nurse realized who was standing over her and her voice faltered.

“Hi, yes, I would like to speak to Gene Kelly’s doctor, please.”

The young night nurse forced a smile through her nerves and picked up the phone. Meanwhile, Judy walked back over to Kay.

“Why the hell did he walk out into the street?”

“I told ya, he was stoned.”

“He’s such an idiot.”

“He mumbled something about cookies when he was laying on the street.”

Judy nearly gasped and giggled.

“What?” Kay asked.

“I tried making him homemade cookies earlier but they were too gooey and I burnt them as well. I was mad at myself. I told him I can’t do anything, can’t even make goddamn cookies and he said that’s why we’re not married and we got into this huge fight.”

Kay lowered her voice, “For fuck’s sake, Judy, that’s what the fight was about? Goddamn cookies?”

“What he said hurt me.”

“He was obviously joking, baby.”

Just then a man walked in holding a soaked bloody towel over his face and an unhappy wife holding his arm Kay leaned into Judy and both women grimaced.

”I wonder if cookies were involved?”

Judy rolled her eyes and spotted a doctor motioning to her and she hurried over.

“Are you Gene Kelly’s doctor?”

“I am. How can I help you?”

“I would like to know the condition of Mr. Kelly.”

“He’s stable.”

When the doctor didn’t relay any more info, she shook her head, “That’s it?”

“I’m afraid I cannot release anymore information as you’re not immediate family or next of kin.”

“I understand completely. Can I see him?”

The doctor sighed apologetically, “Unfortunately, same rules apply. Only immediate family members are allowed to visit after visiting hours.”

Judy started to get irritated, “Do you know who you’re speaking to, Doctor?”

“Yes, I do.”

“I’ve known that man for years. His estranged wife probably wouldn’t give him a kidney if he needed one at this point. His daughter is just a child and his family lives in New Jersey. I am the only thing he has here at the moment. He’ll want to see me, I assure you.”

“Miss Garland, I understand your predicament but it’s hospital compliance that…”

Judy raised her voice through tears and desperation, “I am Gene Kelly’s girlfriend god dammit, and I want to see him NOW!”

Kay looked around at the four patrons and few nurses whom looked Judy’s way. Thankfully it was the middle of the night and not crowded with people who could easily spread news quick.

“Just for a few minutes,” The doctor willfully said.

Gene had his eyes closed when he heard familiar footsteps enter his room and his medicated loopy face smiled.

“Hi, Sweetheart.”

Judy sighed relieved before heading over to the chair at the side of the bed.

“You are a nut. What were you thinking?”

“I didn’t know a car would be there.”

“Are you in pain?”

“Nope,” he happily replied pointing to the needle in his hand.

She smiled and ran her finger over the bandage on his temple. Then she looked down at his bandaged left wrist.

“Just a sprain?”

“Yeah. Good thing it’s my left hand. No one wants to fuck up their sex hand.”

Judy giggled, “Doesn’t matter, buddy. You ain’t gettin’ much from me for a while after this stunt.”

“I can still…” he did an up and down motion with his hand and Judy quickly pushed his hand away blushing.

“I think they need to lower your Morphine levels, darling.”

“How’d you get in here? I asked for you but they told me you weren’t permitted.”

“I’m Judy Garland. I get my way,” She half-heartedly joked.

He nodded agreeing seriously, “Ain’t that the truth.”

“Speaking of ‘fucking up’…I may have as well.”

He smiled, “What? Other than your cookies?”

Judy nodded, “Other than my cookies. I, uh, I kind of told everyone out there in the heat of the moment that I was your girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend? Sounds strange. I think of you more than that. Sounds like we’re in High school goin’ steady.”

“It does, doesn’t it?”

He nodded and closed his eyes as if going to sleep but Judy placed her warm hand on his cheek to which he opened his eyes again, “Nonetheless, Gene, our relationship might not be a secret anymore after this.”

“Betsy knows…Vince knows….now the world will know.”

“Are you saying that from the meds or your heart?”

“A little bit of both,” he mumbled.

“If something does come out, what do you want to do?”

“How many people heard?”

“I don’t know. Maybe half a dozen.”

“6 people - at 2 a.m.- in a hospital…maybe nothing’ll come out of it.”

“But if it does?” she asked timidly.

“Then we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. I’m sorry for what I said earlier. I didn’t know you’d take it to heart.”

Judy smiled, “I know now you were joking. It’s just a sore spot with me is all.”

“And I love your cookies, by the way.”

She laughed and kissed his hand, “Even if they’re burnt and gooey?”

“Even if they’re burnt and gooey. You made them for me. It’s the thought that count and I love you for it. Now give me a kiss.”

A kiss she did…and a phone call she got the next morning.

That call was from Mr. Mayer’s secretary requesting her and Gene Kelly’s presence at their earliest convenience, regarding the front headline on the Entertainment newspaper slapped on L.B.’s desk: JUDY GARLAND TO HOSPITAL DOCTOR “I’M GENE KELLY’S GIRLFRIEND!”

-NMP-

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A Jerkass at the Circus

Hey there, spicy Gushers. Well, let's do one of our things on the back burner. But which should we do? I dunno. Want to base it solely on the cover? Okay, we got a boring team pose as usual on Suicide Squad, and Red Hood is an annual. You know what, let's do the annual, we don't gotta worry about continuity that way~

Here's the winning cover:

Hey, it's Nightwing! Will he be the newest Outlaw? Well, considering he has his own ongoing series and doesn't appear outside of this annual, I highly doubt it~! It's a cool, dynamic sort of cover at least, so that's good. What is that last word on Ma Gunn's sign, though? "Criminally Infirmed"? Is that a thing? Maybe this comic will tell us if that's a thing~

This comic takes place before the events of issue 12, but it waits until page 5 to tell us this. So you can fit it into continuity if you want to, presumably~

So we open on a big cruise-looking ship. A yacht of some kind, I dunno. It's got a huge deck with a lot of people on it. One is clearly the captain, since he's wearing white and has a hat (he might also be a milkman, but I'm betting captain). Another is an old guy with his grey hair in a ponytail, who's smoking. His name is Dimitri, and he's hired the captain here to pilot this boat out in the middle of the Baltic Sea to meet a fellow he wants to hire. Because the middle of the sea is a great place for a clandestine meeting. Dimitri got shown up by Red Hood at some point (he's too generic for me to remember, if it ever even appeared in a previous issue), and now he's hiring KGBeast for revenge. The captian panics as soon as Dimitri reveals who he's meeting, and for good reason. KGBeast blows up the boat and shoots everyone but Dimitri. Now they can talk privately.

So, where do you go from there? Well, how about a circus in Russia, where Dick Grayson, AKA Nightwing, is watching the performance. And what a performance it is: Jason Todd as a combination trick-shooter and motorcycle stuntman, Artemis as a more traditional horse-mounted bow-based sharpshooter, and Bizarro as the strongman. Buy T-shirts, kids! Anyway, after the performance, Nightwing (who we'll refer to by his supranym, since unlike Jason and Roy, we actually respect Dick Grayson and think he's cool) goes seeking out Jason's trailer, since apparently he got a text more or less requesting a meeting. Bizarro serves beans while Jason explains the situation. So, those Russians Jason threw out of Gotham back in issue 7? The ones we long forgot? Well, they're back, and they're using this circus as a front or something. Anyway, the long and short of it is that basically Jason wants to hang out with Nightwing, but is too much of a dope to come out and say it~

And just because Jason and Nightwing have made up enough that Jason doesn't want to murder him anymore, he may just have had a flashback revealing he admired Nightwing ever since they were both kids and Jason went to one of his circus performances, but he still enjoys taking the piss out of him. We may respect him, but Jason doesn't: Nightwing will be filling in as "Flippy-Flop the Acrobatic Clown" while undercover here. And so, the undercover work begins by integrating themselves with the circusfolk around a bonfire that night. While Artemis is charmed by Nightwing, Jason instead encourages Bizarro to pursue a circus performer playing the violin. Artemis is more interested in Nightwing's shared backstory with Jason, though, but Bizarro hits it off with Angelique, who reveals herself to be a bearded woman. Bizarro sees nothing wrong with this, and she finds him very sweet for that.

Another circus worker expresses a notion of gratitude towards Jason, as Angelique is his daughter and he's clearly sent someone kind her way. Since he's been kind to his daughter, he decides to let them in on his secret: he can help them get extra work, work that doesn't involve the big top. He'll let Jason in on it if he comes to see him during their friend's performance. And speaking of friends, Nightwing exposits some backstory to Artemis, mostly involving how he joined the Bat-team. Their first real meeting comes when Jason returns one night from being Robin, collapses into bed--only to find Nightwing already in it. Apparently after Nightwing moved out, Alfred just gave his old room to Jason. Apparently he neglected to tell him someone else was using it now when he came back home to visit~

Artemis is deeply amused by the stories, though she thinks perhaps things could have gone differently and led to friends instead. She tells Nightwing not to let the past define him, and Nightwing thinks Jason's lucky to have her watching his back. They part amicably, and everyone goes to bed. We open the next day, already midway into Nightwing's act as Flippy-Flop. Fortunately, despite the terrible clown outfit, he's not wearing a wig or makeup or even a red rubber nose. In other words, the least horrifying clown ever made. So, while that's going on, the Outlaws instead go down with Jason's new friend, who shows them a mysterious pool in the middle of the circus. Diving down, they find a cavern off to the side, wherein a whole load of explosives are being stored. And who's down there taking inventory on all the munitions? Why, our previously foreshadowed friend KGBeast~

Apparently this whole thing ties back to events in Detective Comics Rebirth, which I didn't read. The long and short of it is, a military group was formed to destroy the Batman, but they lost. This seems to be one of their weapons caches, which I'm not sure does them a lot of good hidden in Russia and not Gotham, but what do I know~? The guns in this thing are energy weapons strong enough to push back Bizarro, so it might be a little overkill for Batman. Fortunately, Artemis always brings an axe to a gunfight, and she cleaves his new toy apart. Jason leaps at KGBeast, and both begin exchanging point-blank gunfire. They both must have really good body armour. Jason's are non-lethal, though, given that promise he made to Batman at the beginning of the series--which he even states out loud--but KGBeast is under no such obligation. I guess he's just a terrible shot~

Artemis, instead, chooses to fight him more hand-to-hand, and indeed chops off his wrist-mounted gun. That's KGBeast's thing, if you didn't know: he's missing a hand, so he has an elaborate gun instead. KGBeast encourages them to drop their loyalty to any particular nationstate and be their own person, which might be inspiring if it wasn't coming from a crazed gunman. He's growing a bit tired of the fight, and comments that he's seen through their ruse. Their "Outlaws" thing is just an excuse to get crime out of Gotham. And apparently they've been in Gotham the whole time, it's just the circus that's Russian. Sorry, the context was ambiguous. There really was no "Meanwhile, in Gotham" sort of label to establish any of these scenes. We need those, guys!

KGBeast prepares to give the Outlaws a quick death, but Nightwing suddenly jumps on him from behind. KGBeast attempts to throw him off, but Nightwing just uses Bizarro as a set of parallel bars and rebounds. He and Jason team up and both punch KGBeast in the face. This is then followed by Artemis and Bizarro doing the same, and they're much stronger, so KGBeast is knocked out. And so the comic wraps up with Nightwing putting in with his contacts at ARGUS to arrest the other criminals at the circus, while he and Jason share an amicable handshake, with Nightwing basically saying that he's proud of the work Jason's doing as an Outlaw now. Artemis is a little bummed that she wasn't given an equal goodbye, but Bizarro's really pleased he got to kiss the pretty bearded lady. He even made sure to get her number: eight. Jason sighs and leads Bizarro inside to explain a few things~

So, other than me getting confused about the location for half the comic, this issue was not too bad. They say “before the events of issue 12″, but probably before that whole storyline works better. It’s nice to see Nightwing and Jason actually respect each other, though the idea that perennial street orphan Jason Todd happened to visit the circus and see a young Dick Grayson (age 12) perform is a bit contrived if you ask me. Otherwise, it’s just kind of a fun romp with a classic Batman villain like KGBeast. He’s going by just “the Beast” now, given also his new declaration of not allying himself with a particular nation, but I’d rather not confuse him with Hank McCoy of X-Men fame, you know~? Plus Bizarro’s just kind of a delight, like always~

#comics #reviews #Red Hood and the Outlaws #Red Hood and the Outlaws Annual #Taiblog

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