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No, Nothin' Good Starts in a Getaway Car

Part 1 of Sometimes All You Need (A Getaway Car)

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader

Description: On the worst first date of your life, you're aching for any excuse to cut the date short. When a chance encounter with a gorgeous blonde presents you with a chance to escape, you'd be a fool not to take it.

Disclaimer: N/A

Warnings: afab!reader

Word Count: 2784

A/N: Hi! I wrote this for @cherrycola27's 1K Celebration Top Gun Taylor's Version. I had an absolute blast writing it. I listened to Getaway Car by Taylor Swift on repeat, and the story ran away from me. It's also the very first fanfiction that I've ever written. I really hope people like it! And to the lovely @cherrycola27, congratulations on 1k followers! I'm so happy for you!

I have about a billion thanks to the fantastic @roosterbruiser for proofreading this as well!

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You meet Jake Seresin in the midst of what is arguably the worst first date you've ever been on. San Diego is at its’ best on the gorgeous summer day you greet James outside a bustling bar for your first date. You’d come across James’ profile after signing up on Tinder for the first time at the prompting of your girlfriends.  At first glance, he is the ideal match for you. He seemed intelligent, 30 years old, worked out regularly to keep fit, had a full-time job, and was a family man. There were no glaring red flags, so you swiped right. Your conversation in the app was a bit boring, but you figured it was more due to the medium of your interactions than the man himself. So you set up a date, picking a bar in a popular area of the city, and dolling yourself up in the prettiest sundress you own, a violet number that swishes to the middle of your thighs.

It was the best of times, the worst of crimes I struck a match and blew your mind But I didn't mean it and you didn’t see it

If only he didn’t open his mouth as you sat at a table and began to get to know one another. The first indicator that James was too good to be true was when he ordered you a gin and tonic without asking you what you liked. And then there was the conversation. All he could talk about was himself, his ex-girlfriend, and, shockingly, his mother. If he wasn’t chatting your ear off about the paragon of virtue and perfection that his ex was, he was talking about his mama and how he ached, longed, and pined to find somebody to do for him what she did for his dad and their family. From what you could gather, the man had a borderline uncomfortably close relationship with his mother. He'd even mentioned needing his mom to hold his hand for his yearly physical. It had been over an hour, and he hadn’t asked you one question about yourself! Needing a break, you excused yourself, alluding to refreshing your drink, and made your way to the bar. 

I wanted to leave him, I needed a reason "X" marks the spot where we fell apart He poisoned the well, I was lyin' to myself

The bar was packed as expected for a Friday night in San Diego. The crush of people pressed you up against the countertop. The bartenders rushed from end to end, filling out drink orders at lightning speed. You finally managed to order an Old-Fashioned and were waiting patiently for the bartender to come back with your drink, idly playing with your phone and desperately counting the minutes until you could say goodbye to your date for the night.

"One Old-Fashioned," came the harried bartender's call as she passed the cut crystal glass over the bar top towards you.

"Thanks," You chirp, praying your smile isn't as pained as you feel.

“Thanks, darlin'," is also the response from the man on your right as his hand closes over yours and the amber drink in the glass.

I knew it from the first Old Fashioned, we were cursed

"O-oh!" you gasp. "Sorry, it's a zoo in here. We must have ordered the same thing!" You release the glass into his grasp.

"An old-fashioned, huh?" He enquires in a deliciously Texan twang. The rest of him is just as delicious, from the emerald eyes, the dirty blonde hair, the cut jaw with a toothpick pressed between thin lips, and the broad shoulders in a polo just a shade darker than his arresting eyes. He's tall, too, at least six feet, and for once, you don't feel like a child looking up at him. Instead, you feel positively delicate in his shadow.

"Yup," You chirp, "I needed something strong to get through what has to be the worst date I've been on in my life."

“A bad date, huh?” His voice is warm and slightly husky. While you usually wouldn’t engage with a man trying to chat with you in a bar, there’s something about this one that draws your attention.

“Yes,” you nod shyly, “it’s been terrible. But I’m sure you’ve got something better to do than hear about the bad date experience of someone you’ve just met.”

“And what,” he asks, turning the toothpick in his mouth end over end, “better thing do you think I have to do?”

Some foreign confidence inhibits you as you take a sip from the glass he places in your hand, letting the liquid slip lazily down your throat as you examine the bar around you.

“Are you sure one of those girls over there isn’t a better companion for your night?” you ask, gesturing towards a group of girls wearing skimpy dresses, sky-high heels, and sashes. They’re each holding a flute of champagne while drunkenly giggling and dancing at the edge of the dance floor. They must be a bachelorette party if the tiara and glitter are leading you right. “They look like they’d be perfect for giving you the good time you’re looking for.”

“And what would you say,” he smirks, grabbing the glass back from you and taking a swig of his own, “if I say I would like nothing more than to know exactly what it is about Mr. Average over there that’s got you all hot-n-bothered? And not in a good way, at that?”

“I’d say, another Old-Fashioned, and you’re on.” From the delight on his face, as he flags down another bartender and orders your drinks, you can see that he’s just as excited to have your full attention as you are to have his. Your decision is made even easier as you lean against the counter and peer through the crowd looking for James. You’re not even a bit surprised to see his attention on his phone in the way it hadn’t been on you when you’d been sitting across the small table from him.

It’s only a few minutes before a pair of fresh Old-Fashioneds are slid your way, and bright green eyes impale you. Taking a sip to fortify yourself, you tell him the whole sordid tale, from swiping right on Tinder to James’ idealized relationship with his ex and his codependent one with his mother. Your drink is long gone by the time you finish, and you’re fiddling with a slim straw as the last words leave you in a rush. It’s a shock to your system when a hand grasps yours.

"A pretty little thing like you shouldn't have to deal with bad dates. A man should be thanking his lucky stars for getting to take a beautiful girl like you to a place like this," the stranger purrs. 

"Smooth," you chuckle, somehow still intrigued despite having been cursing men not long before. "Now I'm just counting the minutes until it's polite for me to make an excuse to walk out of here as fast as I possibly can, and then I never have to see him again." 

"Well, sweetheart," he grins conspiratorially, "I think you've made your feelings perfectly clear already." At your questioning hum, he continues, "Seeing as how you're holding a stranger's hand at the bar and all."

You squeak in response and extricate your hand from the heat of his large palm and long, calloused fingers, face hot and cheeks flushed.

"I'm so sorry!" You apologize profusely. The handsome stranger's eyes seem amused and all-knowing as he bats down every apology spilling from your maroon lips.  Finally, he takes one step further into your space, his hand curling around your hip in a tender caress that sends heat rocketing through you.

"Tell you what, sweetheart." the hot puffs of breath into your ear send a shudder down your spine. "If the date is as bad as you say it is, I'll drive the getaway car. But first, why don’t we show him what he’s had and still missed all night?"

You're transfixed, peering up into sage green pools. This proposition will likely be a better end to the night than anything you expected. Better, definitely, than going home, changing into your pajamas, eating ice cream out of the carton, and venting on the phone to whichever one of your girls can lend a sympathetic ear.

One nod is all it takes. Your handsome stranger drags you out from your sheltered spot at the bar, making his way to the small dance floor. He twirls you around on the dance floor, song after song, in front of the table you were sitting at with your date. At first, you’re worried, not wanting a confrontation between your handsome stranger and James. But as the songs transition, you realize that you’re smiling and laughing outright, all tension dissipated in the heat of his calloused hands on you. Mr. Handsome, as you’ve dubbed him in your head, is a fighter pilot for the US Navy with a dry sense of humor that has you in paroxysms of glee. As you glide across the dance floor, you share information about yourself too. It’s gratifying to hear that he’s as devoted to his job as you are to yours.

It takes a fellow bar patron pointing the two of you out before James notices. As Mr. Handsome twirls you in a spin that wouldn’t have been out of place in Dancing With the Stars, you can see James’ face grow redder and redder.  

Mr. Handsome notices too, and with one final spin, as he clutches you close enough that you can feel the solid muscle of him against your body, he smirks out, “I’ve got you, gorgeous girl. He’s not going to touch one hair on this pretty head. And,” tone growing dark, in a growl that reduces your knees to jelly, “he’ll have to get through me to do that.” 

The song, something peppy that you couldn’t name even if you’d heard it hundreds of times before, finally draws to a close. James’ temper looks to have reached a boiling point, and just as he rises from his seat to stomp over, Mr. Handsome whisks you away, grabbing your purse in one hand as you walk past the table, with one smug wink in the man's direction. 

It was the great escape, the prison break The light of freedom on my face

You can faintly hear James' angry voice screaming, ordering you to come back, but you could care less, wholly enchanted as you are with the beautiful man holding your hand. He throws open the door to his truck in the parking lot and helps you in, and in short order, you're peeling out of the parking lot with James trying and failing to run after you.

While he was runnin' after us, I was screamin', "Go, go, go!"

The mood is light, sitting in the car after you both made your escape. The windows are down, and some country song blares lowly from the speakers. Mr. Handsome’s a chiaroscuro of color in the play of the moonlight on his skin. Every few moments, you see his eyes glance your way as if curious as to why you picked him. Finally, he pulls onto a hilltop overlooking the city and turns off the car. 

Ridin' in a getaway car There were sirens in the beat of your heart

In the silence of the summer night, any tension left in you finally drains away. It’s still a shock when he finally speaks, breaking the peace, “You know, it’s only polite to tip your getaway car driver.” 

You don’t even have to look to know there is a smug smile on his mouth. You also don’t need a mirror to know you’re flushed with the same heat he’d kept on your face all night thus far.

“Tips? Tips weren’t included in our agreement. I only remember agreeing to you driving the getaway car and showing James what he’d been missing all… night … long.” Each word dripping from your burgundy lips is punctuated by the slow glide of your fingers from his palms up his arms. Two can play the seductive game, after all. You can’t help the satisfaction on your face at seeing the blonde adonis sitting beside you, gazing back at you. 

“I’m Jake, Jake Seresin,” your handsome stranger, now Jake, introduces himself. You return the favor, gratified at the sight of his plush lips mouthing your name like he is relishing the shape of you on his tongue. The conversation, unsurprisingly, is as organic as it was when you were both whirling around on the dance floor in that bar a world away. You learn things about Jake that you’re sure he hasn’t told anyone else, just as you tell him things you haven’t told anyone too. When you finally glance at your phone, it’s well past midnight, and San Diego is aglow out of the windshield. 

“It’s past midnight,” you murmur, voice scratchy after hours of conversation and laughter.

“How was that for your first date in a long time?” Jake posits, eyes hooded, and long limbs languid as they stretch before him.

“Pretty good,” you respond, captivated again by the glow of his eyes in the moonlight. “The getaway driving was the highlight of the night after all. The only thing left is to go home and maybe get a kiss goodnight. You game?” There’s a twinkle of mischief in your eyes and an equally mischievous glint in Jake’s. 

“Well, darlin’,” he groans, “I can do you one better. I can kiss you now, sitting in this car, and taste that gorgeous mouth now and then again on your doorstep. What do you say?”

Your grin is perhaps over-eager as you haul yourself into his lap and finally, desperately kiss him like some part of you had been aching to since you left the bar. He takes the lead fairly soon, cradling you against his chest like you’re everything precious in his life. The kisses finally peter off into presses of lips against any exposed skin, gentle and sweet. You can feel the thundering beat of his heart under your hand and soft puffs of breath against the top of your head,

A sinking feeling seeps into you as Jake deposits you carefully back in the passenger seat with a kiss on your forehead and helps you buckle your seatbelt up again. Things are quiet as he navigates you home, the silence punctuated only with long, heat-filled glances and the voice of the GPS taking you home. Too soon, the truck pulls up in front of your house.

“This is me,” you say, injecting false levity in your tone, sad to be leaving Jake when you’d just found him. Jake is the requisite gentleman who lopes around the front of his truck to open the door and help you out. You walk to the door hand in hand, clinging desperately to the feelings of comfort and affection Jake had created in you in one magical evening. 

“Jake,” you peer up at him, playing with his fingers, “before that goodnight kiss you promised me. What are the likelihoods you’d want to do something like this with me again?”

“Chances, pretty girl,” he’s grinning now, something softer and sweeter than the smirk he’d leveled at James hours ago, “are pretty damned good. But first, I’d need your phone number. It’s the only reliable way I know of to get in touch with you again, after all.”

You nod, digging your phone out of your purse, unlocking it, and handing it to him. Phone number saved, Jake slips the phone back into your bag. He then tips your face up, hands gently splayed across your jaw as he feathers the promised goodnight kiss across your lips, the apples of both cheeks, and your forehead. He then presses one final kiss against your lips, a kiss potent enough to make your legs weak, and then steps back, smiling from ear to ear as he watches you unlock your door with shaking hands.

“Text me, gorgeous girl!” 

Those are the last words you hear as you step into your dark house and lock the door behind you.  A ridiculous dopy, giddy grin dances across your lips at the thought of Jake Seresin wanting to see you again. They always say, "No, nothin' good starts in a getaway car," but as you fall asleep in your bed that night with a text zipping through the night air to him, you know that Jake Seresin will be different. You have this sneaking suspicion that he thinks the same of you.

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Part one

Summery :

The hacker Nymos has managed to keep many cyber criminal groups on their toes.

Little did they know it was someone else far from being called a hacker.

Could she play the hacker well ? Deceive the fbi ? How would that impact Jake and mc's relationship?

Not sure if lady lotus can see that one.

(AKA How to help your hacker boyfriend 101)

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(Takes place right after chapter 10)

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Warnings:

- material girl, brat , script kiddie and girlboss mc.

- some angry jealous protective strict Jake .

- might get out of hand and make it spicy.

- might mention cyber crimes and violence.

- of course bad language.

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The chase seemed to take longer than Jake has expected, he knows better than to contact mc now, it's best if he just disappears forever..

he doesn't want to of course, it hurts his soul to even think about it, he promised he would be there, he promised to stay, he promised the chase would end soon, he promised her a date.

A kiss.

How much he longed to have her in his arms now that everything is over, he could only think of her, her words seem to stuck on his mind, wondering if she is safe, what could she be doing-

He has to stay focused, thinking about mc now in this critical condition isn't a good idea.

He could barley remember how he made it out of their hands, he took cover in the mess that was around, manged to run away, destroyed his phone before the FBI could use it to track him, they could follow mc instead, his only weak point.

He can't put her in danger like that.

Even if that meant running forever.

Mc on the other hand, has already suspected as much, either Jake was cought or he is on the run, something she wished she could do something about.

In the midst of her tears, fear of losing her lover,  she decided that she actually is going to do something.

Breaking her promise, she goes to duskwood, keeping a low profile, Alan might feel like a chat and it wasn't something she was looking forward to.

Traveling to that place overwhelmed mc, as she felt something stuck in her throat, a lot happened, she lost a dear friend, her lover and someone is in jail for a reason she could be the reason too, mc blamed herself for everything

Richy's change of plan, Jake's sacrifice and the pain and fear the group had to go through.

"It was all my fault.. if I didn't answer that time.. things would have gone differently.. "

The stream of tears caused by her frustration didn't seem to stop, the clenching pain in her heart, crashed by her worries, mc decided, she can't meet the others for now.

The reason she went to duskwood was to try and track Jake herself.

Funny, it would take experts in the cyber security field a good amount of time to only gather information on their target, yet she dares to believe she can find him before they can.

" You asked me to walk this path with you "

" Here I am "

Mc was planning her route before she traveled to duskwood, packed the most important things with her, things she might need later as well, she made sure if she disappears it wouldn't look suspicious.

After all, after all that happened. No one is expected to stay and deal with false accusations.

They will never understand, they don't have all the details regarding the situation, not even mc but she is the most understanding, considering she is only chasing the hacker for a good reason.

Jake mentioned before that he was staying at a motel, he didn't specify in or out of duskwood, but mc was willing to gamble it would outside, he also mentioned " being around" when he told mc and the others he was going into the mine .

This made her think, as she remembered Jake only had access to information through the web, she could use that too.

Pinpointing a number of motels around and breaking in, was, something she would never believe she would do, her goal was to find the one which Jake kept his equipment in, she believes that she is running out of time.

Well it didn't always go well.

Cuts and bruises were nothing to her, she was running on adrenaline, fear, knowing if she doesn't act now she might lose him forever.

Act now and think later was the way for now.

Jake would highly disagree with her method, maybe even stop her, cute, he gets too protective sometimes, it's like he knows, she would give her life to him.

She already knows he would do the same.

Which makes her understand his worry.

The plan was successful, she found his equipment, packed them and left the motel leaving nothing of his behind.

Mc didn't know what to do now.

It's good that she has his stuff, the FBI don't have anything concrete, the equipment are better off with her than them.. but what is to do now?

Maybe..

Try to confuse the fbi a little?

Or Maybe it's time to see the others too.

Looking at her phone.

She called Jessy,

" .. hey Jessy "

" Mc? Mc! It was- "

" It was Richy all along, yes, he contacted me "

" I can't believe it, I can't believe it ! "

" Jessy.. "

All mc can hear is crying on the other line, she felt really bad, her vision started to go blurry with tears as well, but she can't just do that now, she is racing with FBI to find Jake.

She has to put her emotions aside, there is no time for them now.

" Jessy, I'm so sorry for what happened, we couldn't have stopped it, Richy meant a lot to me too, I understand"

" Yeah, it isn't your fault mc, I know "

" Thank you.. hey can you do me a favor? "

" Sure, what is it ? "

" Jessy.. I'm in duskwood, can you pick me up ? "

" What ?! I mean sure but why are you here ? "

" Don't get me wrong, of course I want to see you, but I thought you would stay away for a while after Alan- "

" Alan ? What did he do ? " mc asked as the mention of the police caught her attention.

" He contacted us about Jake, of course he didn't know more and we all didn't say anything, we owe that to Jake "

" Thank you guys "

" I'm going to pick you up, mc, give me a second "

It seems Alan was indeed interested in gathering information about Jake, not good, not good at all, mc thought.

But maybe, she can use that to her advantage, just like Jake said , to view what happened as an opportunity.

She can use the information Alan already gathered .. no that's a risky idea, but did Jake hesitate to go to the mine? No, he came up with a good plan, mc didn't like it one bit, it wasn't that bad considering the circumstances.

Jake wouldn't probably like mc's plan as well.

Jessy arrived, in the car, there was Dan sitting in the front seat.

" You are looking for trouble bigger than your size, little girl " Dan said instead of a greeting

" Are you calling me short, Daniels? "

Said mc faking looking offended.

" Welcome to duskwood, mc " Dan said as she got into the car. 

" Dan called after you so.. " Jessy said trying to explain why he was here.

" It's fine, it's Dan, as long as Alan doesn't know, I'm good "

"I was serious about the big troubles part "

" What do you mean ?! "

" Listen, before you throw a fit, you are too young to be dealing with this- " Dan informed mc giving her a stern look.

"I'm not! "

" You should be doing college shit or maybe getting a better job, find a person that exists in the real world- "

" Dan, if you say another word, I'm leaving the car. "

" Dan ! You can't just- " Jessy tried to help

" Look this guy is the reason why you are here, am I correct ? "

" Don't glare at me like that, i know you are here for hackerman " Dan continued

" You can't carry on doing mc things without getting in the line of fire, you aren't one of the likes of him, you have your life ahead"

" If it's not with him, I don't want it ! " mc said crossing her arms and looking away.

" Don't think this way, I can't believe I'm going to say this but.. he probably doesn't want you to put yourself in danger"

" That's why he didn't contact you, am I right ? " " Of course I am "

" If I know you would be that annoying, I would have booked a suite in a hotel " mc said seriously considering it, a bit of luxury isn't bad. 

" Oh mc, but of course we would like to have you, my house is your house "

" Aww, that's nice and sweet and HELPFUL " said mc for Dan to hear.

" So me warning you not to chase after criminals wasn't helpful? "

" To say the least, No "

In few minutes, they arrived at Jessy's place, it was nice and simple, cozy, maybe staying at a hotel alone was a bad idea, this is much better, not luxurious but oh well.

They sat and Jessy got them something to drink.

" So how are Cleo, Thomas and lilly doing? "

" Cleo and Thomas are staying with Hannah at her family's place, of course lilly is with them"

" Hm ...Richy ..? "

" Never found, at least no information yet "

" .. I'm sorry "

" Don't be, it isn't your fault, if anything we are sorry you had to go through this "

" .. thanks Dan.. but I still feel bad about it.. I couldn't stop it "

" Is this why you are here after all? You want to do something, you are done just staying hidden behind a phone, aren't you? "

" Yes! I didn't think you would understand "

" I understand, I did that as well, I couldn't stay in the hospital and hear about my friends being in danger "

" That's why I'm worried " Dan said looking serious.

" Dan.. you don't have to worry, I got my legs " mc mocked.

" You sassy little shi-"

" Haha, by the way, I need you to teach me how to shoot "

" And why is that ? "

" So-"

" Excuse me, I mean why would I? "

" Don't you worry? "

" If I don't teach you I don't have to worry "

" That's what you think, I can be more reckless than I already am"

" Hey, mc... I was on the phone with Alan.. " Jessy came in after.

" What did you talk about? "

" I wanted to see Phil and tell him what happened and .. but Alan said something.. about Jake "

" Here we go again " Dan said.

" TELL ME ! "

" Alan has photographs, that he intends to send to the newspaper.."

" Jake.. "

" Like that hackerman wouldn't be able to hide"

" Hackerman is done for if that happens .."

" I'm so sorry.. he intends to make us talk this way it seems.. "

" Wait Jessy ! You said photographs? "

" Yes,  and ? "

" Not pictures? "

" No, photographs "

" So it was taken with a non digital camera? "

" Well I don't know if that makes any difference but, this usually means he has them in physical copies "

" How lame and old like who the hell- "

" That's freaking great actually! " mc said.

" Jessy, I need you to tell me everything about the duskwood police station, whatever you know about Alan or his whereabouts. "

" Oh no.. not another crazy idea" Dan said displeased.

" Dan if we don't act, Jake would be gone forever ! Come on ! We owe it to him "

" I don't owe anything to-  oh fine "

" Yayyyy! Let's go! "

" I'm gonna hate this "

" It's a job for mc Holmes "

" And Jessy Watson! "

" And who am I ? " Dan asked

" The world's greatest driver " mc answered

" Amazing "

Mc set up jake's equipment, she feared the fbi might track him this way but, they seemed to know somehow that he was in the mine.

They didn't exactly go for his stuff, so maybe it was safe?

Now all mc had to do is .. enter the password

Of course his laptop would have a password!

Mc tried to come up with things but they didn't work.

She took a break after

" Any luck? " Jessy asked

" Nope "

" Of course, what did you expect, trying to unlock a hacker's laptop "

" Hey it was worth the try ! "

" So what now? "

" I was hoping to get information about the duskwood police through his laptop but.. well"

" Okay, let's do it the classic way " Jessy said

" You think I would let you run off to the police? "

" Jessy Watson means we would try to locate Alan "

" Again my question still stands "

" What do you think mc Holmes? "

" Are you two treating it like a game? "

" Dan, you are boring" mc said.

" Anyway, my plan is, I will go with you to visit Phil but I can't go as mc .."

" But who would be okay to go visit Phil with me ? " Jessy asked.

" A friend? Well yes but no, your sister ? She might show up later and we would get caught"

" We need someone the police wouldn't find suspicious"

" How about... Phil's lawyer? "

" Mc that's a great idea! "

" Bullshit, you are going in by yourself to the police who suspect you, they won't just reveal the pictures of hackerman, but you as well"

" Now now, I'm not gonna go as mc, I'm going as the gorgeous Ms.lawyer, I will use make up to change my look and should up with a fake card, I won't look like mc that much "

" I still have my doubts about this"

" Relax, they don't know how I look! "

" About time ! "

" Chillax, I've got this, I'm not afraid of people who still take paper photographs"

" I fear you are going to rub this on Alan's face"

" Oh yeah "

" Dear lord.. "

Mc and Jessy went upstairs to prepare for the visit, mc didn't show it but she was very anxious and nervous about everything.. what if it doesn't work out well? What if they get her instead.. mc's stomach started to hurt, not your friendly butterflies anymore.

She stood Infront of the mirror, she can see the same worry reflecting from jessy's face, mc knows Jessy is getting her strength from mc's determination, if mc appears to be doubtful, Jessy would be discouraged, so she had to keep an appearance.

"Fake it until you make it mc" said to herself as she was putting on her outfit.

Black blazer , day make up but in a way that hides her real face structure, it seems like she thought of everything, even the accessories.

" Umm mc? Do you really need this one? "

Said Jessy pointing at the push-up bra laying on the bed.

" Jessy, that's my get out of jail card "

Going down stairs, mc looked at herself one last time, trying to wipe the worry on her face,

That's it, now or never, now would get her a chance to help Jake, never would mean she would lose him forever.

This brought her strength but she is still weighted down with uncertainty.

" Relax babe, you are too hot for the police to handle " mc said to herself blowing a kiss.

" Should I give you some privacy? " Said Jessy giggling

" Yes, if you mind "

As they were about to leave mc remembered.

" Jessy.. heels, do you know a shop nearby? The look needs to be completed! "

" Of course, it's on our way "

" I thought you were planning on knocking out Alan, but I never thought it would be this way "

" Thank you, Dan. you think I got a chance? "

" You would be the main attraction "

" Not good "

" Oh ho that's perfect actually "

" Mc the car is ready! I mean ms.holmes "

" Haha let's go! "

"Jessy? Mc ! Dammit "

" Don't worry, we will be home to babysit you later "

" Fucking brat, if you are going to do this then I will give you a tip, the room that has the photographs will be dark and red, that's where they chemically treat them. "

" Purrfect ! Thank you Dan! "

They drove to the boutique first, where mc picked red bottom heels, the devil wears Prada and so she did.

Back to the car Jessy looked nervous

" Hey Jess, don't worry too much, I won't do anything that might be bad for Phil "

" I know, I trust you, it's just that.. I have never done anything like this before.. it's kind of exciting "

" Me too ! "

" We are on our first mission together! Let's celebrate once we get rid of the evidence they have on Jake, the FBI are probably on their toes so we gotta be careful "

" Yes! " Jessy said.

Duskwood police station, worry started to hit mc like a knife, she isn't going to back down now ! Never !

She can prove to Jake that she can keep up with him like that, he doesn't have to worry.

Entering the place, she prepared herself mentally to be the main attraction, she knows eyes would be on her, even without the new look, talk about confidence.

It only adds to your look, so she mastered fake confidence.

A heel click can be heard and many turned their heads, chic black blazer, designer bag, the outfit says confident, the look on her face says professional.

Suddenly jessy, seemed to forget her lines, so mc took the lead

" Hello, my name is Ms. ____, Mr. Hawkins lawyer " she said in an assertive tone.

An officer dared to speak in her graceful presence, " we haven't been informed of your visit "

" Pity, I did feel unwelcomed "

" I have few questions to ask then I will be in my way, will you show me the way? "

In another room, or office, Alan bloomgate was writing a report, he seemed all stressed like he didn't sleep well lately.

He hears a knock on the door

" Come in "

" Sir, Phil Hawkins lawyer came to question him"

" So ? "

" I thought you might want to hear this considering she would be there to defend him in Michel Hanson's case "

" I will be there in a minute "

Mc has already made her way to Phil, Jessy behind her.

Phil looked her from down to up, meeting her eyes, mc smiles.

The officer leaves them, of course after taking some safety precautions.

" Phil, this is mc, but don't tell anyone okay? "

" Hello Phil "

Phil who appeared to be dazed managed to say hello back.

" I have many questions to ask but now, I have something else that urgently requires my attention"

" Did you catch anything from the police, about a hacker ? An culprit maybe, a person Alan is after "

" Alan asked me if I know anything about a hacker, he said he might help me if I confess.. unfortunately I knew nothing "

" Thank god, thank you Phil, for not lying, I can't stand people who lie in their testimony "

" You know people like that? "

" You would be surprised, moving on "

" Alan said this hacker was involved in this case and could harm Jessy with the help of mc "

" I told him this is not true, mc is a good person, if anything, she wanted to help "

" Aww Phil thank you really "

"You are always welcome, babe"

" So what happened next ? "

" He took his recorder with him and left "

" Hmmm Alan is now after him.."

" Him? "

" The hacker "

" Do you have anything on him, mc? , Anything that can help me, I hope ? "

" Nope, trust me, he isn't the one responsible for what happened to you "

" You two worked together, Alan said "

" Aww jealous? "

" I might be "

" Phil, don't be silly, mc and-"

" Jessy, can I have a second? "

Mc pulled Jessy to a corner and whispered.

"Jess, I don't want many people knowing jake's identity."

" Oh sure, of course "

" So, we were saying. Anything else? "

" Alan is spending more time in his office than before, I heard an officer mutter something like that, he also goes to the police station late as well, he is used to patrolling alone"

" Emo officer, it wasn't just a phase after all, I bet he is all dressed up in black as well "

" Haha "

" There is no respect for police these days among youngsters it seems "

" Speak of the devil "

" Trust me, no one mentioned your name, dear "

" Why are you asking Mr.hawkins

irrelevant questions to his case? "

" Who are you to interfere with my job ? "

Mc said raising an eyebrow giving him a challenging look

" .. this is Alan"

" Oh" oh shit, this isn't good at all, if he knows, everything is over, Jake is gone and- okay calm down mc, stay cool.

" Hello, Mr bloomgate"

" And you are ? "

" Mr Hawkins lawyer"

" I can't get a name? "

" If you are lucky, you might add it to your contact list "

Flirting with the police isn't always a good idea, they tend to backfire, but Alan got more curious.

Something about her confidence and attitude that piqued his interest.

" Ms Hawkins, you can have few moments with your brother, I have to take a break "

Mc left the door making sure she brushes Alan  lightly, the sly smile on her face still.

As expected, Alan followed.

" You smoke Ms? "

" No, I would rather have some fresh air instead"

" Would you care for a cup of coffee, Mr bloomgate? "  Mc added.

" On me, I hope office coffee is to your liking"

" It's something I don't get bored of to be honest, I wonder how this one would taste~"

" You are a curious one it seems, ever heard of the saying, 'curiosity killed the cat' ? "

" Not this kitty" mc winks.

" What are your intentions? "

" I'm afraid, I've reached a dead end with Mr Hawkins case.. I was wondering if I could get anything through you.."

" I'm sorry if I sounded so rude earlier "

" If you sounded? "

" Okay I'm not too sorry to be honest "

Alan let a short laugh escape, mc smiled cutely, he definitely caught the bait.

" You remind me of a mysterious person I know, or to be honest, I don't know much about "

" That's what makes them mysterious "

" Perhaps. Did you get what you want from this visit? "

" No, I'm running in circles... I wonder if you can help me? What is your officer intuition telling you? "

" To be careful "

" Of me? "

" No, but if you think so, I might have to do that as well "

" Hehe aren't you a bet too antsy, loosen up, I feel like you can help me, that's why my intuition is telling me "

" Please? "

" I can show you some of my investigations in the case "

" I knew it! Thank you Alan! "

" Sorry, can I call you that? "

" Yes, it's fine, what can I call you? "

" Dear " mc winks at him again, he seemed so done with her.

He takes her to his office, it felt weird, he never done it before, but this stranger might help him bring justice to his old friend, or so he hoped.

Mc scanned the room, on her way she noticed many details, the keys to the room that has the photographs, his office computer...only of Jake was here.

She needed Alan to leave so she can do something.

She picked her phone and texted Jessy

_________________________________________

Mc = Jessy???

       < Jessy is now online >

Jessy = yes ?

Mc = I'm going to send Alan ur way, stall for time.

Jessy = got it !

_________________________________________

" Alan.. our coffee? "

" Sorry, I was deep in thought, please sit and wait for me "

" Don't take long, I don't like over time"

" Trust, neither do I "

Alan left the office, first thing mc did was get into that room, just walk like you own place and no one looked her way.

Saw the photographs hanging, the pictures didn't show much of his face, mc took one to look at.

Just his raven dark hair, his hoodie not much visible, she is glad and disappointed at the same time, but whatever the plan must go on.

Moving on, she took all the pictures along with the camera and the film in her bag, locked the room and left.

This is going to have some consequences later, let's hope it's only later.

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Note : next chapter should be uploaded this week in two days or so.

[thejakeformerlyknownasprince]

In the Eleutherophobia-verse, what was Tom's first birthday after the war like? What were the rest of the Animorphs' first post-war birthdays like?

On the morning of Tom’s first postwar birthday, he slips out of the house at 7:30 AM.  He goes out the window, just to be sure.  It’s Monday, August 14, 2000.  He morphs bird, and he flies to the Matter Over Mind office.

"You're here early," Eva will comment when she arrives at 9:00.

Tom makes a gesture at the computer. "Beats sleeping."

She laughs, and lets it go.

(Eva rarely keeps track of dates, and has no reason to know why this one is significant.  That's why he's here.)

It's just... He knows that his parents will make a whole thing out of today if given the chance. That they'd ask him to make plans, and shower attention on him, and spend all day asking him what he wants.  What kind of cake he’d like.  What kind of presents.  Would he like to go out, would he like to stay in.

They're trying to make up for lost time. They mean well.

Tom hates making decisions.  Hates all the things that draw attention to the reality that — he cringes at the ghost of the thought, sitting at his desk — he doesn’t really know anymore what he wants, what he prefers, what he likes to do.  The thought of choosing an entire day threatens to send panic crawling up his throat.

He and Eva get noodles from the truck on the corner, and spend their lunch break laughing about the news report that accidentally referred to her as "former host to yeerk Visser Three." He's happy here, and he’s getting work done.  That’s fine, right?

Later, he times the phone call home so that it'll happen during his mom's daily storyboard meeting and in the middle of his dad's appointment schedule. So no one picks up when he leaves the voicemail: "It's me — just wanted to let you know that I got caught up in a mess at work and I'm probably gonna be home late, bye!"

The mess in question is a reorganization of their filing cabinets that is, arguably, not urgent. As in, it doesn't have to happen at all. But it does indeed take a few hours, and it's entertaining enough in that Tom starts an informal contest with Eva to determine which is the worst case of mislabeling in their entire collection.

Anyway, he never specified in that message how late he would be. So when they wrap up for the day, he flies straight to Bonnie.

The Perseids meteor shower always falls right around his birthday, which is why they go out on the balcony of her apartment building to watch. Sunset comes late in So Cal summer, and light pollution blocks most of the show, but they still glimpse a falling star or two as they huddle under a knit blanket and gaze at the sky.

Bonnie makes it almost two hours before she ever-so-casually ducks inside, and comes out with a tupperware container under one arm. When Tom gives her a curious look, she pries off the lid to reveal two rainbow-sprinkled cupcakes and a flask nestled between them.

She smirks up at him, but she doesn't say it.

"Jake ratted me out," Tom concludes, but he’s smiling as he says it.

Bonnie’s smirk becomes a grin. "Jake ratted you out."

At least there are no candles. The flask proves to contain raspberry vodka, which pairs not-terribly with the coconut frosting.

She leans her head against his shoulder, chewing a giant bite of her own cupcake. "Twenty, huh?"

"Twenty. I'm officially old."

Another meteor streaks across the sky. She doesn't tell him to make a wish, and he doesn’t bother.

He already has everything he needs.

[andsheloved]

drabble tuesday! ~ another special edition!

hello friends!! another tuesday is almost here!! i've had a random burst of new followers over the past few days, and i wanted to also say hello to you all!! welcome to drabble tuesdays!! i wanted to do another fun and different version of my typical drabble days, so prompts and rules below the cut!! this week i've just been watching a lot of movies, so here is a fun cinema themed tuesday!! (psst i promise i will try to get them all done on tuesday this time)

prompts! ~ i've put together a list of some Very Romantic and Sappy film quotes, and i probably won't actually use the quote (unless specified that you want me to!) but i will 100% write something with the Vibe of the quote!... unless somebody picks 'As you wish', i am putting that in the drabble because its law that i have to, it's too good.

1. “I knew I’d never be able to remember what Nina wore that day. But I also knew I’d never forget the way she looked.” - Father of The Bride

2. "As you wish" - The Princess Bride

3. “I can't see anything I don't like about you.” - Eternal Sunshine of The Spotless Mind

4. "You had me at hello." - Jerry McGuire

5. "I wish I had done everything on Earth with you" - The Great Gatsby

6. "I will return. I will find you. Love you. Marry you. And live without shame." - Atonement

7. "No, I like you very much, just as you are." - Bridget Jones Diary

8. “Listen to me, mister. You’re my knight in shining armor. Don’t you forget it.” - On Golden Pond

9. "You want the moon? Just say the word, and I'll throw a lasso around it and pull it down." - It's a Wonderful Life

10. "I love you without knowing how, why, or even from where." - Patch Adams

11. “You were the only thing in my life that was real.” - Blue is The Warmest Color

12. “You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love… I love… I love you.” - Pride and Prejudice

13. "They say when you meet the love of your life, time stops, and that’s true.” - Big Fish

14. “The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love, and be loved in return.” - Moulin Rouge

15. “You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how.” - Gone With the Wind

characters! ~ i will write for any of the lovely fellas on my masterlist, but since tumblr links can be wonky, here they are just in case the link doesn't work for you!

MCU

loki

bucky barnes

helmut zemo

steve rogers

STAR WARS

obi wan kenobi

MISC. CHARACTERS

sherlock holmes (enola holmes)

geralt of rivia (the witcher netflix series)

jake jensen (the losers)

rules!

no smut requests! (apologies!! i am simply. no good.)

all drabbles will be written with a gender neutral reader unless otherwise specified!

i will be accepting asks for this drabble tuesday from now until midnight (est) january 4th!!

feel free to send in any dialogue or scenario you’d really like to read if you don't see a movie quote that suits your fancy, so i will also be using this prompt list!!

i am so excited for another fun filled drabble day!! mwauh!! i hope you are all doing so well!! and i can't wait to see what you all send in!!

[news-mashable-yahoopartner-blog]

Jake Paul's video about school shootings doesn't involve any actual gun control

With 14 million YouTube subscribers and millions more on his various platforms, vlogger Jake Paul has massive influence. Unfortunately, his new plan to end school shootings doesn't instill much confidence that he can use it to truly enact change. 

First, we have to applaud Paul for taking a break from his daily vlogging and merch selling to visit Parkland, Fla. in the wake of a school shooting that left 17 people (mostly teenagers) dead. While it's easy to hate on him for being an obnoxious YouTuber, using his platform for such a sensitive and important subject as gun violence is honorable, especially because he has such a faithful young audience.

That said, Paul's plan for ending school shootings isn't exactly echoing the message of the Parkland survivors, because it doesn't address gun control at all. It's a plan for deterrence, and it reads like a right-wing playbook.

SEE ALSO: Logan Paul attempts to salvage his image by donating $1 million to suicide prevention

Paul released the nearly 22-minute video titled "It's Time To End School Shootings" on Monday. 

"I think the only thing I can do to help in this situation is go ground floor and talk to a bunch of people ... and figure out what needs to be done and give that message to as many people as I possibly can," Paul said.

After meeting with student survivors, a parent, the former mayor, and giving a softball interview to Fla. Sen. Marco Rubio, Paul released a five-point plan. Per his conversation with Rubio, it seems Paul realized passing laws was way too difficult, so he devised a five-point plan to help stop school shootings on a local level.

1. Make school window's bulletproof

"Every family that I talked to, talked about having bulletproof windows on the doors. It could have saved five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten lives."

2. More school resource officers

"Having more school resource officers allows more ears throughout the school."

3. Hold social media responsible

"I believe these big social media companies should also have a moral responsibility... I know on Instagram, if a girl posts a picture with her nipples out it, it automatically gets flagged and removed from Instagram... so why can't we have that same technology with a kid taking a selfie with a hand gun?"

4. Equip kids with bulletproof shields

"There are like these bulletproof shields that can fit into laptop pouches of backpacks. If I was a student again, back in 2012, I wouldn't have gone to school another day without one of those in my backpack."

5. Check-in points

"You're a mom, you're a kid, you're a parent and your school doesn't have a check-in point? That's something you can easily go to them and say 'look, we need to implement this.'"

While, sure, some of Paul's points could help protect students and teachers during school shootings, it is not the type of rallying cry we need from an influencer that has a massive audience of young people. The reason the gun control debate surrounding Parkland is still going strong nearly a month later is because the surviving students stepped up and became advocates for real, meaningful gun control.

Jake Paul didn't do that. 

Maybe it's because Paul doesn't believe in gun regulations. He does, after all, have an assault rifle tattooed on his leg, and has featured guns in his vlogs before, spotted by Paul expert Taylor Lorenz from the Daily Beast.

Btw reminder that Jake Paul has featured guns on his vlog and has an assault rifle tattooed on his thigh https://t.co/Z9EAinMwmb pic.twitter.com/UtRjDnQFga

— Taylor Lorenz (@TaylorLorenz) March 12, 2018

Paul did, however, donate $25,000 to "help be a part of this cause." Paul did not specify where the rest of the money would be donated. 

Paul also promoted the March for Our Lives in Washington, D.C., on March 24. Part of the money will be spent bussing kids to the pro-gun control event.

Paul ended the video by dedicating it to the victims of the Parkland shooting. It did not have ads turned on, and Paul did not promote his store once in the clip, which strays from his usual approach of incessant merch pushing. 

UPDATE: March 12, 2018, 4:48 p.m. PDT After receiving criticism for not including any gun control in his original video, Paul released the following statement and added five more points which do involve reforming gun laws. 

Gun Reform changes we need in my opinion. 1. be at least 21 to buy a gun 2. Go through a 6 month minimum course (similar to a drivers license course) 3. Professional Mental Heath evaluation 4. Ban Gun shows now! 5. 30 day wait period after purchase to receive firearm pic.twitter.com/pe7YXgLcR5

— Jake Paul (@jakepaul) March 12, 2018

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