five's a crowd

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Three’s a Crowd (Part 5)

Member: Taehyung x Reader x OC

Type: Poly au, Smut, Fluff, Angst.

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5.


I let out a small whine as I peeled my eyes open, a raging headache appearing. I lifted up my hand to rub my temples, trying to ease the pain but nothing was working. Letting out a frustrated huff, I was about to get out of bed until an arm pulled me back in. What the fuck?! As soon as I flipped around and was about to attack the person who grabbed me, my eyes landed on Taehyung who was sleeping peacefully beside me, light snores escaping past his lips. What. The. Fuck. What is Taehyung doing here?! In my room?! Oh god, did we…? I lifted up the blankets and relief washed through me as I saw that we were fully clothed. Unnie would be so pissed…She’d be pissed at this! I gripped his arm and pulled it off of my waist before rolling off my bed, stretching out my lips as my feet touched the floor. A wave of nausea hit me and my eyes widened, slapping my hand over my mouth before running towards the bathroom, sinking to my knees and leaning over the toilet bowl, vomiting last nights drink up. As I continued to disgustingly vomit up last nights beverages, a large hand came in contact with my back and another hand held up my hair, keeping it out of my face. 

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Ok but listen

One of the Paladins, probably Hunk, got off earth with his wallet in his pocket.

He doesn’t think a thing of it; earth cash is worthless in space

A few weeks into life flying through the galaxy in a castle ship finds him sitting around feeling really comfortable and realizing he needs a simple task done. Maybe he left the oven on. Maybe he forgot the Thing he was working on in another room and needed it in this room. Maybe he was thirsty and wanted a drink.
Point is, he didn’t wanna get up

So he kinda side eyes Lance
“Hey Lance, do the thing for me.”
“Dude no. Do it yourself.”

A lightbulb pops up in Hunks mind: “I’ll pay you” he says

Lance perks up: “how much we talkin’?”

Consideration: “five dollars”
Negotiation: “make it ten.”
Refutation: “dude I bet I could get Keith to do it for three.”

Keith shrugs. Hunk translates that to “I probably wouldn’t actually, but I want to see where this goes” or possibly “I heard my name and this is probably an appropriate acknowledgement of that, but I haven’t actually been paying attention.”

Surrender: “fine. Five.” Lance goes and does the task, and comes back, “pay up, Hunk.”

Hunk roots through his wallet.
“You got change for a ten?”
“Nope”
“Well… Tens are all I’ve got… So… I guess I’ll give you one and you’ll owe me a five-dollar-favor?”
“Yeah sure. Sounds fair enough.”

Lance leaves the room, satisfied, just in time for hunk to break out laughing. Hard enough that the rest of team Voltron is Concerned (is this an existential crisis? Hmmm. No, not yet). Breathless, hysterical. In subsides after a time.

“You… Realize earth money is worthless in space, right?” Keith asks

Hunk starts laughing again, but nods. He just gave Lance a worthless piece of paper with a number on it in return for two favors. And it’s Priceless
(If we’re being honest, the favors were actually worth like, maybe two dollars each, but who cares? A favor is a favor, and earth cash is utterly useless anywhere but planet earth, what else is he gonna spend it on?)
.
.
.
But wait this definitely continues. Lance keeps doing tasks for worthless money.
Eventually Lance tries bribing Hunk back. And y'know what? Hunk was running low on cash, and it’d be good to have some in reserve, just in case he’s feeling especially lazy and wants to bribe Lance. So Hunk accepts. He gets ten dollars back (he managed to wrangle it so that it was ten dollars for a six-dollar-task especially well-done, so the ten is all his)

And it’s funny, it’s kinda fun, and it works. Lance does tasks for money, hunk does tasks for money to give to Lance to do tasks (you probably see where this is going)

Suddenly one day, the other Paladins realize how well it’s working and yknow what? They. Want. In.

Hunk started it all out with oh, about thirty dollars; a ten, a twenty, and about 63 cents. Lance had four ones. Pidge brings in two tens, three fives, and seven quarters. Keith adds about 5 dollars in loose change that he won’t admit to why he has.
Shiro didn’t have anything to add bc he spent the last year as a space prisoner, and Allura and Coran aren’t from earth and don’t use the same currency

It starts tame. Lance was bartering for a task to be worth a full ten. Keith pops up and says he’ll do it for five. Lance says fuck that, he’ll do it for four. Keith says $2.50, Lance says $2, Keith deliberates for a minute but says $1.25, Lance gets on his knees and begs to do it for $1. Keith surrenders the bid. Lance fistpumps and almost shouts about winning (who am I kidding. He definitely shouted) he sprints out of the room to do the task.
Keith high-fives Hunk. Hunk returns it, with a sense of foreboding
(Keith doesn’t really participate, except to bait Lance into doing a task cheap)

Shiro did not have any money to start. He rectifies this by quickly earning Hunks twenty and one of Pidge’s tens. Keith bribes him with three pounds of loose change for something else, something secret. He accepts the bribe. He now has $35. He spends it wisely. Responsibly. And definitely does not use the twenty to convince Lance to shut up for one 24 hour period. (He actually doesn’t! They decide that one dollar for one hour of silence is a perfectly acceptable wage. He buys 20 hours of silence. The other 4 are wasted to sleep. It’s kind of hilarious watching Lance try to charade his way through the day. After that, that’s usually what the twenty gets spent on)

Pidge does a fairly similar thing to Hunk, but quickly becomes known for being a ruthless haggler. She will get what she wants out of this five dollar bill or else. The Paladins fear her. But they obey.

Allura and Coran don’t really get it. But them not getting it has very different results. Allura simply does not participate
Coran… Thinks that Earth Money looks cool, and starts collecting it.
“Hey Coran, I’ll give you a ten if you do this task”
“Hmmm no, I already have one of those… Ooh! Do you have one of the small brown circular ones? I don’t have any of those yet!”
One day he gets ahold of the ever coveted twenty
That day is… Eventful.

All five Paladins crowd around Coran, offering to do anything for that twenty dollar bill. Literally anything.

Hunk breaks first, surprisingly.
This all started with a worthless ten dollar bill and a subtle prank on Lance. After all, earth money is worthless in space.

And now…

In some ass-backward way, his spending-money-because-what-the-hell-it’s-already-worthless has… Made a booming economy, right here in the castle.
A booming economy of about $75.38
Objectively, that total number is not enough to buy a robot. But here Pidge is, offering to build Coran a robot, not even for the seventy-five, but for one single twenty
The money was worthless, but now it is not because he started using it because it was worthless. Causality is confusing and terrifying. Hunk considers having that existential crisis. The money was worthless and now it is not, because he assigned it worth
He wanders off and flops down beside Allura. Her shoulders are shaking slightly. She is laughing.

He turns to the Paladins.
Keith is egging Lance on again, so far Lance has offered to not speak again for a week, no two weeks now. It seems Keith is aiming for one full month of silence.
Pidge is upping the numbers of promised bells and whistles for the bot. So far Hunk is starting to wonder, if Pidge even builds it, if it will replace Coran outright.
Shiro seems to have accepted that he will not win the twenty, so now he is managing the others offers: “no Pidge, the bot may not automatically fire death lasers, we don’t want any accidents. Make it manual control.” “Lance, three weeks of not saying anything at all is a bit excessive. Be reasonable, three weeks no speaking except from a word bank the rest of us choose of no more than 100 words (and except on missions)”
Meanwhile Coran doesn’t really care for a cool robot so much nor for Lance’s silence. He does rather like this “twenty dollar bill” though, because it completes his collection

Keith gets Lance to agree to one full month of silence, except for no more than 100 words from a word bank the others will decide on for $20.
Keith whips out a twenty dollar bill that he’d had in his back pocket all this time and slaps it into Lance’s hand.

Everyone loses their shit.

(Lance’s word bank includes a few useful words like “me,” “you,” everyone in the castle’s names, “space,” “fuck,” “please,” and “thanks” as well as a few out-there but useful ones, like “apologies,” “affirmative,” “negation,” “assemble,” “post,” “prior,” “cerulean,” “vermillion,” “chartreuse” “midnight,” “golden,” “rainbow,” (bc you know, lion colors) and the like. The rest were fairly nonsense, and a few of which were memes; “smorgasbord,” “brouhaha,” “Simba,” (actually, most names from the lion king) “Pepe,” “loss,” “Beyoncé,” and so on.
One memorable day (more like meme-orable day tbh) they got the quote “post smorgasbord, me, you [gesturing at all other paladins], assemble rainbow Simba. Fuck Space Voldemort’s vulnerability”
Translated roughly; “hey guys, after breakfast lets form Voltron and hit Zarkon where it hurts!”

They never do completely stop calling Voltron Rainbow Simba. Like you think it dies down, then suddenly it’s back, like it never left.
Also “yeah man! Fuck space Voldemort’s vulnerability!”)

It’s one of Keith’s favorite things he’s ever done

Strawberries and Cream

She appeared from behind the tiled walls in a deep red bikini. That alone was enough to make me get the sensation I was falling in love with her all over again, but then my eyes traveled past her face as she didn’t even attempt to look beautiful but somehow, managed it anyway, and made the journey down her legs. I suddenly had the strong desire to have them wrapped around my head.

I couldn’t help but a few other men happening to be glancing in her direction as she stood at the side of the pool and let her hair shower down around her shoulders. I wasn’t sure whether they were looking at her in awe, or if I merely caught them when they happened to be looking in Y/N’s general direction. Either way I was irked.

I was floating against the side of the pool, my arms resting along the side. I watched as she spotted me and took her time to sink into the pool. Much to my disappointment, her legs disappeared as she did so.

She swam gracefully towards me; I could see her toes peaking out of the water behind her as she kicked them. When she reached me, she crashed against my body, but I didn’t complain because her skin was soft, warm and smooth against mine.

“Hello there,” I said, grinning involuntarily. I didn’t give her chance to reply because my lips became one with hers. Her mouth was hot like a fresh cup of hot chocolate and I couldn’t help but moan a little. While my lips parted to let my tongue run across her own, something soft and minty slipped in between my teeth. I pulled away and chuckled. “Gum?”

“There was nowhere to put it in the changing rooms,” she laughed and I could see everything working behind the skin of her neck. I suddenly had a strong urge to kiss up and down it.

“Why didn’t you just swallow it?” I asked while cupping my hands, filling it with a tiny amount of water, and dampening her hair.

“I didn’t want it getting stuck in my stomach,” she said as though she believed that famous myth without a doubt. I laughed and she scrunched her face up in confusion.

“You’re cute,” I said, and I watched in satisfaction as her cheeks flushed. I pulled her into me and the water rippled around us like a protective bubble. “And may I say, dear lady, you’re looking absolutely stunning,” I added, and couldn’t help but leave a set of kisses along her collarbone.

“Thank you,” she giggles, acting innocent. Despite this, I feel her dainty fingers run up my stomach and it sends tingles through my body. “You’re looking rather splendid yourself.”

I received a deep sense of pride from the mix of Y/N’s words and her soft touch moving up and down my stomach. I took the opportunity to let my hands move from around her waist to further and further down to her behind. She let out the faintest of gasps when I squeezed it ever so lightly.

“Now,” I started. “Swim with me.”

Luckily, the pool wasn’t too crowded, probably due to it being a Sunday morning. The only people - besides ourselves - were an ageing man with big, round glasses perched on his crooked nose, a seemingly well-built man who was racing up and down the pool at high speed, and a group of five men now crowding in the far corner.

I let Y/N go ahead of me and I watched her hair spread out on the surface of the water in a pleasing way. Her feet splashed water in my face and I flinched away to avoid getting a mouthful of chlorine.

We did multiple laps, up and down, up and down, until the two of us became tired. I could see pink in the very centre of her cheeks and I was sure mine were the spitting image; I could feel slight heat running down my back.

I sensed Y/N became fatigued before I did because, at one point, she took to wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my torso. It was a little bit harder to keep up the speed I had going but I didn’t mind because she was touching me, and her breath was pleasantly warm against my neck.

Just like the group of men, we resulted in sitting in the far corner of the pool, away from everyone. Thankfully, the men had now abandoned their place, and we were quick to take it.

“You smell so good,” I muttered up against her back as she stands in front of me. “You smell like strawberries and cream.” I had to fight the urge to lick her skin, or bite it.

She simply giggled, and I grinned while twirling her around so that her face was at the same height as my own, (I had to hold her up by her thighs for this happen) and our faces were a short length away.

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?”

“You’re feeling very affectionate today, aren’t you?” She wrapped her arms around my neck and, again, brought a strong warmth to my body.

“It’s this bikini,” I said, fingering the hem of the bottom piece suggestively. “It compliments you wonderfully.”

I could see her chewing on the inside of her cheek while never letting her eyes leave mine. She flinched when I pulled away.

The group of men that were once sat in our current spot come out of the steam room glass door that sat to the side of the pool. The glass was steamed up completely, allowing no one to look inside.

I watched as they slipped into the pool and began to swim the length of it, before I turned my eyes back to Y/N, who had taken to keeping afloat on her back. If I was hearing correctly, she was humming to herself softly. I smiled without control.

“You having fun there?” I asked, and cautious not to sway herself too much, she turned to look at me. She smiled and nodded her head slowly.

I brought my hand down to her stomach and grazed it with my finger tips. I watched her eyes flutter closed and they didn’t open until my skin stopped touching hers.

“Would my dear lady care to join me in a trip to the steam room?” I asked in an over-the-top posh voice. Y/N chuckled and pushed her feet down to the pool floor before nodding her head. I took hold of her arms and pulled her forwards as I waded backwards through the water. “Have you ever had sex in a steam room?”

“That’s awfully risky, don’t you think?” she replied, looking at me cautiously. “Isn’t there a high chance you’d pass out due to lack of breath?”

“It wasn’t an invitation, I was simply curious,” I grinned and found the steps of the pool. Y/N’s hand was clasped within my own as we stepped out of the pool.

To my secret pleasure, there was no one in the steam room. I let the wave of scorching air hit me in the face and send shivers down my spine. I took a large intake of breath and it felt as though no air succeeded in getting through to my lungs.

“What are the chances? It’s as though someone wants us to have sex in here,” I teased and her laugh echoes through the tiny room. I sat down on the marble bench that ran all the way around the room and I pulled her towards me. She sat on my lap and I let out a grunt at the pressure she put down on my cock.

However, she didn’t stay there for long; she slid off of me and onto the bench. Her feet stay in my lap and I take a hold of her right one. Slowly, I let my fingers knead into it and she sighed with appreciation.

“That good?” I asked, watching her.

“Mhm,” she murmured and rested her head on the bench.

Her hair was left in a damp tangle around her shoulder due to the water, the colour turning just a little bit darker. The skin of her face had tiny pink splotches in random places, but as she laid with her eyes closed, I thought she looked rather beautiful. Tiny moans would leave her throat and I’d chew on the inside of my cheek to refrain from accidentally doing the same.

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AN: Based on a request from @tony——stark. This is my first request piece so sorry if it’s bad. *I was wondering if you could maybe write a seb x reader fic where the reader doesnt speak english, like she speaks romanian or something and seb always has to translate for her and the marvel cast asks if he finds it annoying or something, also can it be kinda angsty and fluffy*
Sorry it’s short xx Genre(s): Fluff, lil angst


You were a Romanian actress. Now that was fine, except the fact that you only spoke Romanian. And you were working on Avengers:Infinity War with only one Romanian speaker. Sebastian Stan. You had developed a good friendship with Sebastian since you were constantly around him but at the same time insecurities tore away at you. The longer you were with Sebastian the more you felt like you were a burden to him. Your English wasn’t great but you heard what people were saying about you when you were walking around the set.
“She’s such a pain to the cast.”
“Surely they could have chosen a better actress who actually spoke English as well.”
“Y/N must be such a burden to Stan, I mean she follows him around like a puppy.”

However, you had thick skin and pushed all the comments aside thinking that if there was ever a major problem the cast would confront you about it. But then there was one evening that pushed you past the limit.
You were doing your workout in the gym, practising the fight sequence for the scenes tomorrow when Robert and Scarlett walked past talking with Anthony Mackie.
“The women must be such a pain for Stan, though. She can’t do anything without him if it involves other people.” Robert was saying and Scarlett made a noise of approval.
“She just kind of hovers. Lizzie and I were going to invite her out for girls night but then we realised Seb would have to come to so we didn’t do it.”
“It must be hard for her as well though, not being able to talk to us without him.” Anthony backs you up and you made a silent note to thank him as you listened carefully.
What most people didn’t know was that since joining the cast, you had started learning English to surprise them. But now it all seemed pointless. The cast didn’t like you anyway by the sounds of things. Tears threatened to build up in your eyes as you silently ran from the gym, the other actors not even noticing you. You didn’t stop until you were on the floor of your trailer, kneeling by your bed and ugly sobs were tearing up your throat. Your mascara run in thick rivers and clumps down your face, dripping and staining your white sports top beneath your face.
More comments swirled around taunting you in your head. Some not as polite as others but all were derogatory towards you. At some point you must have crawled onto the bed because that’s wear you woke up the next morning curled up in the duvet with Seb banging on the door.
“Y/N!” You dragged yourself out of bed, duvet still wrapped around you, and opened the door.
Instantly Romanian rolled off his tongue. “Come on, let’s go for cost- Y/N what’s wrong?”
“Apparently I’m a pain to the cast and I just hover around you like a puppy. You can go without me.” Beginning to push the door closed you turned around but then Seb stuck his foot in the way.
“Y/N, look at me.” He stepped into your trailer as you curled up on the bed. You didn’t look at him but he continued anyway.
“You’re not a pain to me or the cast. I don’t mind having to translate for you because it’s like having a slice of home with me all the time. Please never think that I hate translating for you.” By now, Seb had wrapped you in his arms. You were quiet for a moment relishing his hold around you.
You took a deep breath. “I am learning English.” You said it perfectly and you couldn’t help but let a small smile come on to your face at Seb’s shocked chuckle.


“I’m proud of you, Y/N/N.” Seb whispered in your ear. The cast was about to do one big Q&A and they were all still oblivious to the fact that you were now almost fluent in English. Seb had been a gift from God when it came to helping you with the language late at night in either of your trailers. Smiles made their way onto your face more and you were proud. Tonight was the night you were going to take control of your own answers and say them yourself.
The questions were flying in and soon came your big moment.
“I have a question for Y/N. What’s it like being surrounded by people who don’t necessarily speak your language?”
You glanced at Sebastian and he nodded encouragingly. “To start with it was quite hard but I had a great translator but then I decided to learn English to keep up with conversations.”
You looked around as no one spoken. “I did get that right, didn’t I?” Sebastian burst out into laughter and scooped you up and swung you round as you laughed as well.
“You did it!” You were laughing and high-fiving as the the crowd roared with applause.

elysiuminthedark  asked:

Okay so can I just thank you for that H50 pilot post? Because it is EVERYTHING I have thought of in the past and the reason I love Season 1 more than any other season? Because this is the beginning. This is the beginning of not only Steve's new life with Five-0, but a turn in Steve's own personal growth. Just in season 1 alone, Steve makes strides to become a better, more open version of himself because of Danny. I have so many feelings on this otp and this show

You are welcome. I have so many feelings about everything H50 related and of course McDanno. But I think it’s also worth noting that while Steve learns to ease himself out of that closed off shell that has been battered in place by the Navy, season 1 is very much about Danny’s progression as well. Because until Steve dropping in and later Chin and Kono, he was very much adamant to keep going in term of lifestyle as it was before moving to O’ahu. In a way, both characters are emotional train wrecks although presented differently and despite the tragic circumstances that brought them in each other’s path, they slowly begin to heal as time (episodes) go by. 

Happy Birthday Chanyeo-

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You/Chanyeol

Rating: PG

Word Count: 2,265

Summary:  Fluff, reader request. Chanyeol imagine where you’re both idols and you surprise him onstage for his birthday. 

Originally posted by dibidibi-disrespectful


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|| Dangerous ||

{summary: “it’s like i’m fighting against fate when i’m with you.”}

yoooo who wants another dick grayson/nightwing x reader?

I’m just going to hope for the best and post this 。゚(TヮT)゚。 I’ll return to writing something new a peter parker x reader or work on that remus lemon later on in the week

warnings: none.

**don’t plagiarize/repost this story. reblogs are fine.**

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You should seriously reconsider working overtime since being alone in the streets of Bludhaven at 2 am was not an ideal situation for you.

The skirt of your suit ruffles within the cold wind, whipping your hair around your face as you shivered, stopping your movements as you tried to warm up a bit. Normally, you would have no trouble at all walking home to your apartment, since you usually got home around the hour when the city was still buzzing with activity.

Since it was close to the hours of dawn, the vast majority of people were asleep, and those who were usually awake at this hour were the shady characters your mother had warned you about. So far, your trek home was uneventful with only the sight of the half moon in the sky keeping you company, and you hoped that it would remain that way until you were in the safety of your apartment.

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Little Wrestling Things I Love:

When a wrestler loses after an amazing/difficult/important match and the winner celebrates quickly and then leaves. And then it’s just the wrestler that lost and the crowd. And the wrestler is hurting and sad. And they stand all alone in the ring and the audience just showers them with love and support and comfort and cheers. And it’s amazing.

Worth It

Request: Hey can I get a taeyong scenario? To him reassuring you your his only one because you got so overwhelmed by his fans? Thanks in advance love your work btw x

Thank yooooou and also I hope you like it. I need to do my german prep now tho lol fml. My priorities are screwed but I love Tumblr ;) - Em xx

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Your phone had gotten a lot of messages in the last few weeks since your relationship with Taeyong has gotten out to the public. Every day you got messages from lots of fans all over social media.

 Lots of the things people said were really nice and made you smile.On the whole, his fans did seem to be super nice but some of them were mean. They liked him a bit too much and were jealous of you. 

At least that’s what Taeyong said.You could get a lot of hate messages along the lines of why are you stealing Taeyong from us. Why is he dating someone so horrible and ugly.

He had asked you to meet him at the end of his concert one night for a late night smoothie. He had been on a short trip to Japan with the band for the week so he hadn’t seen you. But because of the not so nice fans, you were a bit worried about going. But for Taeyong, of course, you did it. 

The concert itself was great, you met your friends and no one seemed to recognise you. Also seeing Taeyong and the other boys on stage was mesmerising. It was easy to see why they fans were so devoted. 

After the last song, you quickly left with your friends to go to the stage door. You had to wait for Taeyong for a few minutes and your friends had to leave to catch their train. Even though where you were waiting was quite hidden a few fans still spotted you. 

At first only on or two came up to you and they were really nice. They just asked you basic boring questions like what was Taeyong’s favourite food and could they take a picture with you. Which you found a bit strange as you didn’t see yourself as particularly interesting.

It was just about five minutes later when a crowd of about five girls walked up to you and started saying slightly less nice things.“Hey, y/n! How did someone like you get Taeyong? Pretty sure he doesn’t want to date an ogre!" 

They didn’t hurt you or anything but it was a bit scary having them stand around you and insult you. After a minute or so of you not reply they got bored and left but the word had got round about you being there and a whole crowd of fans showed up to wait for Taeyong. 

You started to panic a bit because you didn’t want to cause him trouble and also because all the fans were starting to overwhelm you. Pretty soon a bodyguard ran out the stage door and shepherded you into the building. 

Taeyong was waiting for you just inside the door."Omg y/n I’m so sorry!” He said hugging you and talking you to sit down on a seat nearby. The bodyguard went back outside to try and clear the fans so you were left alone.

“I didn’t mean for this to happen ahh I’m so sorry.” He said looking down at the floor as he crouched in front of you. You wanted to cry just from the shock but you had calmed down a bit as Taeyong has taken your hand into his and was rubbing circles into it with his thumb.

“Are you okay!?” He asked looking up at you a bit scared. “They didn’t hurt you babe did they?” You shook your head.

“I’m fine just a bit shaken that’s all,” you replied.

“All I wanted was for us to have a nice night and now it’s ruined because of me.” He said beating himself up internally. 

“Don’t say that,” you consoled him. Taeyong took things quite hard sometimes, because he really liked you, you supposed which was good. 

“If the fans get too much or they say mean things just remember that I chose you because you’re the kindest, funniest, prettiest girl I know. And the one person in the world who always makes my day brighter,” Taeyong said as you stood up pulling you back into a hug.“Please don’t leave me because of my fans, I will protect you better in the future.” He said looking really sad as he wrapped his arms around you tighter refusing to let go.

“Why would I ever to that Tae?” You asked. “I’m not gonna give up the best guy ever, I have a brain.” You giggled. He let go slightly and smiled kissing your cheek.He took your hand. 

“Now we can have our smoothie date because I have been planning all week to have smoothies with my favourite person.” He said definitely. You laughed. “ I don’t see winwin round here anywhere, though,” Taeyong gave you a small glare. “You’re lucky I love you y/n" 

The Show

Castiel x RockSinger!Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: swearing, inappropriate/sexual thoughts, dirty talk, smut.

Author’s Note: This is dedicated to the ever so amazing @queenkaywinchester and to her absolute love of In This Moment. <3 Pics is collage are not mine. The song featured is “Adrenalize” by In This Moment. Bold italicized words are lyrics.

Castiel’s eyes widened at the impressive crowd. There were at least several thousand, possibly more, all pushing each other forward towards the stage. The first band had played for about forty-five minutes, awakening the crowd for the second band, your band.

You were stoked to be the second opener for a majorly popular rock band, one you had idolized for years as you pursued your passion for music. Sure, it was just a side gig, going on mini tours, taking a few weeks off hunting. But, when a world-popular band had asked you to open for them two states over, you couldn’t refuse, even though you were currently working a case.

A quick break never hurt anyone, right? Plus, the regular opener for the band’s tour had taken the night off to go on a local talk show.

So, this was your big break.

Dean nudged Cas, who seemed somewhat unimpressed with the first band. Castiel hadn’t been a huge fan of modern music, especially rock, despite Dean and your encouragement. But, when you asked the boys to come to your show, they couldn’t say no. Even Cas wanted to be there to support you.

The lights lowered, causing the crowd to erupt with excitement. Shouts and whistled filled the air as the stage lights flickered, drowning the outdoor arena in a red glow.

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“And….. ACTION!”

The set is quiet and you’re behind a large crowd. Some looking at computer monitors, other with camera and sound equipment.

You’re sitting cross legged on the cloth part of a wooden chair. Its not very comfortable, and the studio is terribly cold, but you’ve been invited to see some of the backstage work and there was no way you would turn down this opportunity. Especially with all of the secrecy around this movie.

“Good! Lets run again from the wall- ACTION!”

The set is quiet again and you find yourself leaning in the chair, left and right and up and down, trying to look for any red and blue running around the large green screen set in front of you.

You peak your finger tips out of your hoodie sleeves and huff your breath into them, almost sure there’s some sort of frost bite occurring.

You had asked a woman earlier, the one that was still close by, making sure your phone was away and you weren’t taking anything, why it was so cold and you were told that the actors get hot easily with their costumes and repetitive scene work; especially when they’re fighting and flying.

It made sense, but you were an ice cube in the freezer of a building.

“CUT! Take five.”

The crowd almost instantly scatters, but in the most organized way. A group forms on the right of people mostly tending to costumes and hair. The group on the left looks closely at their monitors that project a draft of what the green screen is supposed to be to make sure it’ll look good when they get into the real editing.

And that’s when you see him, skipping down the clear path between the two groups.

His mask is on, but you’re sure he’s smiling. When he’s a few feet away he pulls his mask up from his chin and shows your guess was correct.

He beams as his hair, still pretty slicked back from his style from a previous scene, falls perfectly into place. There’s just one piece that falls down the middle of his forehead and you carefully push it back into place as his palms find your hips.

“Ello, Darling.” He smiles before gently, and quickly, kissing you. He glances around quickly to check if anybody saw and then his shoulders relax slightly.

Most of the cast knows about you and the crew finds out from others; nothing is a secret on set.

“What did you think?” he smiles, his eyebrows furrowing slightly as he takes a playfully aggressive stance.

“Honestly, I cant see anything from back here.” You chuckle and his smile fades. “It’s fine though. I’m just back here with my baby sitter…” you glance to your right and she is still there, just watching.

“Well that is unsettling” he says through a forced smile.

You laugh and pull him into your arms.
He’s hot; most likely from the portion of the scene he was just working on.

From what you could tell he was doing a couple flips off of stage pieces while others fought pretend things around them. Today was a lot of action scenes and it is only the third time today you’ve even spoken to him over the course of maybe four hours now.

“I’m so happy you’re able to be here, Darling.” He pulls you into a hug and some of the group on the left calls for him.

“Tom! We need ya to review this with us.” A younger man in a camera harness shouts and turns quickly back to his work.

“I’ll be back when I can, okay?”

And he’s gone.

You sigh and take your seat again, watching the organized groups slowly scatter as each person takes their place to run it again.

You glance to your right.

She’s still there.

“Great work everyone!” A voice booms over the loud speaker, “Well be back in the same place at 0600.”
You stand and as the crowd parts again you wait for him to come trotting down the clear path, but this time he’s still on the large green platform that takes most of the filming area.

You can see now there are a lot of black and white taped plus signs on certain parts of the set and that’s when you can finally see them.

Thor and Gamora and Cap and Bucky and Vision and a puppet that you guess is supposed to be Rocket. There’s more, but now you see Tom and he’s looking at you and waving for you to join him.

You glance to your right and the woman that has had your eyes on you the entire day is now lost behind a river of crew now leaving the East door.

You walk forward and as you get closer you see Falcon, Hawkeye, and another woman with black plus signs on her face like freckles.

“So this is the lucky lady.” The voice is deep and Australian.

“N-nice to meet you Mr. Hemsworth.” You extend your hand and he take it, softer than you imagined, but then again he is just human even though he surely doesn’t look like it right now.

“She’s very beautiful.” The unfamiliar woman smiles before her attention is taken by a couple other women coming to her; you guess her makeup artists.
“I wanted you all to meet her, and I wanted you to meet them,” he smiles at you, “since this is the only day you’re allowed here.”

After several more minutes of introductions now most of them have left to their trailers to wind down for the day.

You’re still on set with Tom and your babysitter is watching from maybe 30 feet away.

“So then I’m here,” and he stands on a pointier portion of green set. “This is supposed to be some broken ship.” He smiles and then jumps from the piece, his mask still in hand.

“And then I’m here and this is supposed to be some crazy shit that I can’t say.” And he waves toward the North wall.

He’s still jumping around and explaining what they did today and then he stops and is panting and approaches you slowly.

You stretch your legs from being crossed and kick them gently from the edge of the piece that you have been sitting on.

“Is she still watching?” He stands close, speaking quietly.

“Yep.” You try to smile. You want to be excited for Tom and everything has been really exciting… except for your baby sitter.

“Do you think we’ll get any time alone today?” You whisper.

Some crew and actors are still mingling, but not any closer than your baby sitter.

He takes a deep breath.

You can see the doubt on his face.

“It’s okay, Babe. It’s just been months since I’ve seen you and I thought-“

His frown distracts you, but you know its better to be honest.

“I thought we might actually get some alone along time.” You bite your lips.

“Me too, Darling.” His forearms are resting on your thighs now. “I was hoping you could stay for Tea.”

You know Tom means dinner and usually you poke fun at him for it, but now isn’t the time.

“Actually-“ He suddenly looks to his left and you could be cut by his jawline. He smiles and looks back at you. “I’ll be RIGHT back.”

And he is gone again.

You see him disappear behind a door and you can’t help but find your baby sitter just off set, still silently watching.

Before it got too awkward Tom is back through the door and you see another figure follow him in.

“Hey!” he pants and he finishes running to you.

“Is- is that Cap?”

Tom smiles.

You watch as Chris approaches your baby sitter, standing next to her. They are shoulder to shoulder until she realized who is next to her.

She suddenly shrieks and jumps away and Chris beams with a bright white smile on his face full of soot.

“You’re so smart, Tommy.”

His cheeks flush, you guess because it’s been months since you’ve called him that and if you remember correctly, the last time it left your lips it was being moaned at the back of a movie theater.

“Come on,” He helps you down from the set piece, “lets go back to my trailer. I’ll change and maybe we can sneak somewhere cool.” He quickly kisses your cheek and you both scurry off.

You glance back over your shoulder as you’re jogging toward the East door and Chris gives you a playful two-finger salute.

“Thank you, Captain America.” You whisper before you’re outside, between trailers and sheds and more trailers.

The temperature outside is so different and you’re quickly sweating as you both sneak about.

“There!” he points a gloved finger to a trailer with TOM HOLLAND printed on a white piece of paper that is taped to the door of what is actually a huge RV.

“Fucking finally.” You hadn’t anticipated such a long jog. Once you’re in his trailer you quickly sit at the small table next to a kitchen counter.

“I’m sorry, Darling.” Tom is panting and reaching behind himself for the zippers at his lower back. He comes out of the upper half of his Spider-Man suit and lets it hang as he sits at the table across from you.

If you hadn’t just run like half a mile you’d focus more on his bare chest, but right now you just want to catch your breath.

“I’m going to change. I have to pack my suit up a special way, but once I’m done we’ll see what they’ve given me today to eat or we can maybe test our luck and go somewhere.” He quickly turns to leave to his room.

Soon you’ve caught your breath and you can hear a bit of struggling from his room and occasionally catch a glimpse of his ass cheek as he’s hopping in his black thong to get his legs out of his suit.

You smile and soon he is out in black jeans and a shirt he was able to keep from Homecoming, his arms outstretched for you.

You slowly stand, smiling as you stand into his chest, resting your chest just under his chin.

“I’m so happy you were able to make it today.” His voice hums in his chest against your ear and you sigh.

You both stand there a moment before he takes your hand and walks you to the passenger seat and then takes the driver seat himself; the view from the front seat looking out into a picnic like area that consists of a few picnic tables and a few tents with some people cleaning up something that they had served just earlier.

“Doesn’t it blow your mind sometimes… thinking that a few years ago you were just a boy in England…”

“You know what the best thing that happened to be since then?” he turns to you and smiles.

You wait thinking he’s going to say the traveling or the celebrities or playing a character that he’s pretended to be since he was a little boy, but what he says next makes you misty eyed.

“You.”

Your throat tightens when you try to speak and he just reaches out, takes your hand, and pulls you onto his lap.

“Yeh, I’m lucky when you think about my lifestyle and my job, but the best thing that’s happened to me is when we met in L.A.”

There’s a tear rolling down your right cheek now and Tom pulls you into an embrace.

“I missed you so much.” You sob, tears on both cheeks now.

“It’s okay, Baby. I’m here. I’m here.”

You two are quiet for a moment as he slowly rubs your back. You didn’t think you’d get so emotional today, but after seeing Tom for about an hour all day, being constantly watched, and knowing this is the only time you’ll have with him for months to come… its too much.

“Just breathe, Darling. I’ve got you.”

A few minutes later the pace of your breathing has come back to normal. You take a deep breath, sit up from his chest, and runs your hands down your face.
“Well that was embarrassing.”

He smiles and takes your cheeks, pulling you close until your lips meet.

You feel his breath come slowly from his nostrils, puffing gently on your top lip.

Tom has to shave when he’s Peter Parker and you find yourself missing his scruff.

Just when you think he’s going to let up, his left hand slips into your hair and he moves his right hand to your waist.

Something about his touch seems so important.

Your eyes sting thinking that this may be the last time feeling him this way, this close.

His left hand is now matching his right on your waist keeping you close.

You lean forward, sensing his urgency, pushing harder against his lips and slightly tilting your head to the right.

He whimpers slightly, his fingers squeezing into your curves and he shifts in the driver seat so you can more comfortably keep your knees on either side of his lap.

“Tommy.” You breathe before your lips meet again, his nose brushing softly against yours.

This time his tongue slips against yours and you can’t help but push yourself against his lap, your head now tilting the opposite way.

“Mmmhh.” He sighs into your mouth as he extends his neck, forcing himself to your lips as much as he can.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

“Who the fuck-“ he looks back over his shoulder toward his door. “Sorry, love.”

You stand from his lap and take his spot in the driver seat. You drag you finger over your bottom lip and smirk as you replay the kiss in your mind.

“Oh! Chris. Is everything okay?”

You peek over and see Chris Evans at the bottom of the RV steps.

“Hey… buddy…” He glances at you, but quickly looks back to Tom. His voice comes quieter, “I got a call and I uh… just wanted to bring you something.” He’s smirking now, but only looking at Tom.

“What do you mean-“

Chris hands Tom a baby blue box about the size of a deck of cards.

Tom doesn’t say anything and Chris nods before leaving. Tom closes the door and looks down at the small box in his hand before walking toward you, but he is looking past you.

“What did he give you?” You ask, trying to catch a look at the box as Tom starts to squint. “What are you looking for-“

You turn and where there had been empty tables there’s now two figures at one of the closer picnic tables.

Sebastian and Anthony.

Both smirking and both nodding.

Tom quickly takes your hand giving you just enough time to stand from the driver’s seat without falling in your face.

“What are you-“

“I’m sorry, Darling.” Tom takes you into his small bedroom and drops your hand when you reach the edge of the bed.

You sit down and look up at him. “Are you in trouble?” You ask, worried that your baby sitter found out your trick.

Tom’s cheeks fade to pink and you stand again. “Sebastian and Anthony saw us making out and called Chris to have him give us these.” He hold up the small baby blue box.

You see a white text logo that says ‘Durex’ and you immediately start to giggle.

Tom get’s pinker.

You take the box and toss it to the middle of his bed before stepping into his embrace, still giggling.

“That’s so fucking embarrassing. How am I supposed to face them tomorrow.” He drops his head to your shoulder.

“Cheer up, chap!” You say in your best English accent.

Tom groans and falls onto his back, bounces slightly, and then covers his face with his hands before settling there.

You climb onto his bed and over him. “Well if they think we’re going to do it. I mean- we might as well…”

Tom takes his hands from his face and brings them to your waist. “I’m too anxious now.” He groans again, his eyes closed.

You furrow your brows and then slowly smile starting to swivel your hips.

Tom licks his lips, his eyes still closed.

“C’mon, Tommy…” You lean down to his ear, “It’s been such a long time…” You move your hips again now against the growing firmness between your legs.

“Don’t you want to make me feel good? Make me say your name?” You gently kiss his neck making a loud smack in the silence of his room and his breath wavers. “I need you, Tom.”

He’s breathing louder.

“I can’t wait anymore-“

Suddenly you’re on your back, the flush on his cheeks are gone, and now he’s got a hungry look in his eyes.

“You’ve got to be quiet okay?” he moves between your legs and pulls his shirt up and off. “If anybody else knows about this I might have to pull out of the movie.”

You giggle, “That’s not the only thing you’ll be pulling out of…”

Tom rolls his eyes and smiles. “Oh, Darling.” He grips your hips and pulls you closer. “You’ve got an hour before you’re picked up so we’ve got to work fast.

“I’m ready.” You smile

So. Marble Hornets Haunted House AUs. 

Historically, I tend to inflict Haunted House AUs on every fandom I find myself in. (And I’m not talking literal haunted houses here; I’m talking about those places that pop up around Halloween or year-round, where you walk through spooky sets and actors jump out at you. Sometimes there are free-roaming actors in scarezone-type things.) I just…love haunted houses/haunts. Very much. And therefore it becomes fun to think about how a cast of known characters might behave in one of them.

Harbly Marblies, however, is a little tougher, because here we’ve got a cast of characters who are living in a modern-day world where haunts would exist…but who are also deeply traumatized by supernatural spookythings, probably to the point where there is no chance in hell you’d ever get them through the front doors of a haunt. 

So we’ve got some options here. Here are a couple of them.

(Cut because holy cow this post got longer than I expected.

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anonymous asked:

So geno and jack have actually fought before so imagine after Sid tells them jack is his ex geno is pissed that he made Sid feel like that and the next time they play each other geno fights jack as revenge. He's the link for the fight m,youtube,com/watch?v=YdAuZj2edHo

ommmmmgg!!!!!!!!!!!

You’re fucking dead!” Geno roars. “You even try to look at my boyfriend again, you’re getting fucked up.” 

“Who the fuck are you?” Jack screams back, pinning Geno to the net, as the goalie yelps as five other people crowd him. “I can’t fucking understand you!”

(Post-game, at dinner)

“Jack, this is my boyfriend, Geno,” Sidney says hesitantly, as Geno visibly freezes before he sits. “I think you two met. Sort of.”

Oh, fuck,” Jack says. 

“You ugly son of bitch,” Geno whispers. 

For forever

prompt: reader is extremely depressed and ends up going to a local forest they hide away in. reader climbs a tall tree and let’s the voices win except when they fall…will someone find them

pairing: poly!hamlisquad x reader

words: 1536

A/n:  yes this is inspired from the song for forever from the play Dear Evan Hansen. I just  love this song a lot.

TW: intrusive thoughts, suicide attempt, self hate


Masterlist


              You looked down at the note you wrote for your boys.

            ‘Hey boys, I’m gonna go for a walk don’t wait up okay.-love Y/n’. You sighed softly and winced when the voices began to dig into your brain.

            “Why leave them a note they don’t care. They just are with you because your a sad excuse and they feel bad for you. They all deserve better than you. You’re just a waste of space.” the voices were right. You were just a waste of space. You sighed softly shrugging on your jacket and grabbing your house keys. You didn’t need to drive today, since it was the first real nice day of the year. The breeze ruffled y/h/c hair lightly, the smell of lilacs in the air. You felt your heartbeat quicken when you began to think of what you were planning. It would be quick. You rubbed a hand on the back of your neck and thought about the day you had met your boys.


          You huffed softly as you made it up to your office. Your waiting area was still empty which was great since you had been running a little behind. Your assistant Gabby looked at you with a sheepish smile.
            “Sorry Miss Y/L. I let your next clients into your office to wait for you.” You just nodded not saying anything as you walked back to see three tall men and one shorter one.
               “Good morning gentlemen and what can I help you with today.” you said softly as you shook their hands. Which you gathered quickly were attached to very attractive men. The tallest of the bunch, an African American man with a bandanna on his head, spoke first.
            “Good morning, we were hoping if you weren’t filled up on appointments, if we could set one up for some family portraits.” You looked up at him and smiled before you grabbed your calendar. 
              “I actually have a spot open at noon tomorrow if that would work for you. Now, did you have a spot in mind that you would like to take the pictures.” you asked softly and the smaller man piped up.
              “We were thinking in the forest that’s close by the high school. That was one of our favorite spots to spend time together.” he seemed to flush lightly while the other three men smiled. You nodded writing it down .
                “Alright. I’m sure we can get some really great photos from the forest.” you said sweetly before them men smiled. The male that was the second shortest seemed to smile wider.
                “Well, I think we should have started with names boys. I’m john Laurens. The tall drink of water is Hercules. The man bun is Lafayette and the shortie is Alexander.” he smile a flirty grin. You felt your cheeks flush a little before clearing your throat.
               “ It is nice to be working with you. My name is Y/n Y/l but you can call me Y/n.” you said sweetly.


               You were pulled from your thoughts by a car honking at another one. You shook your head before continuing to walk. The high school was only a ten minute walk from your house. You took a deep breath and pushed forward knowing you needed to do this.
               “Finally following through with something in your miserable life. They will be better off without you, since you were the last to be added, fives a crowd.”
Soon enough you felt the crunch of the dead pine needles under your feet along with other leaves. You glanced to see the tall oak tree seeing the initials still carved into it.


                 “John stop it!” you giggled softly as he pulled the pocket knife back to show the new initials carved under the for that were old. You blushed lightly seeing yours.
               “Y/n, you’re apart of us we had to add you on there.” he cooed putting the pocket knife away as you felt Hercules familiar warm arms wrap around your waist. His head coming down to the crook of your neck giving it a playful nip before John lifted your face and placed a gentle kiss on your lips. Your cheeks were flushed bright red by the time he pulled away. Lafayette and Alex pouted as they ate their ice cream. You pulled from Hercules arms and walked over to them giving them both a kiss on their cheeks. It was such a beautiful day and you were so thankful to have your boys with you.



              Your initials had grown to be old like the others and you ran your hand over it gingerly. That had been over a year ago and things were different. Your depression had steadily been getting worse and you never really told the boys about it. You didn’t want them to worry and you didn’t want to be a burden. Off in the distance you could hear piano coming from the direction of the high school. You grinned softly before your eyes landed on the tree. You had been in this forest countless times and knew no other tree was as tall. You could feel your heart thumping against your ribs.

           You pulled your hair back into a ponytail before you began to climb. The rough wood scraped against your palms as if trying to keep you from climbing. Your gritted your teeth and climbed as high as you could. You felt the sunshine against your pale skin and your war ridden body. Why couldn’t you be a whole person? Why were you so broken? You felt the tears gather in your eyes as you leaned back against the trunk of the tree. You were about fifty feet in the air at least and you glanced down at the forest floor. Your head spun slightly before you leaned back against the tree. 
            “Just do it, let go. You’ll fall and it’ll be like you never existed. After all when a tree falls in a forest and nobody’s around it doesn’t make a sound.” you could feel the tears spilling faster as you swung your leg over so only your butt was supporting you. You felt your heart thumping harder and harder. You could do this, so you did. You leaned forward enough to forced yourself off the branch but when you were not connected to anything your body panicked and you grabbed onto a branch. Your body not dangling. You couldn’t even die right! You hiccupped as you heard the crack of the branch. A moment later you fell to the forest floor.
You gasped as more tears came falling down your face. No, damn it!
            “y/n! Where are you?” you heard John’s voice and felt your chest seize up. You hiccupped your arm clearly broken and you couldn’t move your leg without a throb of pain. “Y/N!!!” he yelled when he finally came into view. He ran over and put your head in his lap his eyes puffy red tears trailing down his face. “What happened?! Oh my god your arm!”
              “Think of something quick!” your thoughts yelled and you just let a sob rack your body as you place your face against his thigh. The other boys came running over too.
               “I’m sorry, I-I’m sorry.” you just kept repeating that over and over again. The boys just sobbed with you before you gasped feeling Hercules pick you up. Your leg throb and when you were weightless you panicked a bit.
              “Hey Y/n, I got you please calm down.” he cooed and you forced yourself to calm down. Alexander spoke after a long moment of silence.
               “Y/n, I think we have some stuff to talk about when we get back home.” he said and looked at you with sad eyes. What you had been afraid of was happening before your eyes. The boys now saw you for what you were just a broken little girl. You nodded and leaned your head against his shoulder.
              “I’m sorry I guess I climbed a bit too high.” you tried to joke but the boys were silent as they walked toward their car. You were laid on Laf and Alexander’s laps in the back seat. Laf took your hair out of the ponytail and pulled the leaves and pine needles from your hair. Alex stayed quiet the entire ride. 

                                                  ~
              At the hospital you were told you had a broken arm and a fractured knee. Once you had your cast and your leg brace you were taken home.
“I just wanted to see the sky for forever.” you mumbled, before telling them about your depression. Your life had been a dark inky reality. Your boys helped light it but the darkness was sometimes to much for even your boys. You started to cry again and Alex pulled you against him. Your body throbbed but you let him pull you into his lap and hold you.
            “Y/n, your our forever. I don’t know what I or any of the boys would do without. I’m so sorry we didn’t see it sooner. We love you so much.” You heard him sniffle and you just hugged him tighter careful with your cast.

Far from the Tree - Rafael Barba

P/N: So this is the theory I have regarding the hacking. I know it’s nothing complicated, but I really hope the writers come up with something amazing! Enjoy reading! Let me know if you guys have theories too!

Rafael Barba x Reader

Imagine: A hacking incident that involves Rafael along with many high powered and wealthy individuals. Now Rafael has to deal with the past resurfacing.

The sun was shining bright with a couple of clouds that decorated the blue sky. There were remnant piles of snow that clustered around the streets from the snow storm last night. Despite the cold weather, the short haired journalist sat in content near the big windows. Her nimble fingers typed swiftly on her laptop, recording all the scattered thoughts racing through her mind. The sun’s bright rays seemed to fuel her with energy. Typically, Fridays seem like a drag. However, this morning she felt very productive.

That kind of mindset came rare on a Friday, so she had to make good use of it. She meticulously scoured through the internet in hopes that she would find new material. She wanted to come across material she hasn’t worked with before. Just as she was about to give up and take a lunch break, the office was buzzing with chatter. Phones were ringing excessively and she wondered what the fuss was about. Her eyes glanced around the office as people crowded around cubicles and point in awe at their phones. Curious of the outbreak of excitement, she set her laptop aside and approached a party of five, crowding around a cubicle.

“What’s going on?” She asked, peeking over people’s shoulders. “You won’t believe it! Some crafty hacker just published a list full of high powered executives. There are files of their illegal activities attached as well!” One coworker exclaimed in excitement. “Really? Looks like we got ourselves front page news!” She laughed. “Who are some of the names?” Her eyes squinted at the screen, scanning through the names of some familiar wealthy businessmen, as well as some judges. Her eyes landed on an extra familiar name, one that made her stomach drop. ADA Rafael Barba.

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