#and im complaining about more than star trek here im also complaining about star wars

[oflgtfol]

“Other shortcomings [in communicating science] are evident in television science fiction programming. Star Trek, for example, despite its charm and strong international and interspecies perspective, often ignores the most elementary scientific facts. The idea that Mr. Spock could be a cross between a human being and a life-form independently evolved on the planet Vulcan is genetically far less probable than a successful cross of a man and an artichoke… There must be dozens of alien species on various Star Trek TV series and movies. Almost all we spend any time with are minor variants of humans. This is driven by economic necessity, costing only an actor and a latex mask, but it flies in the face of the stochastic nature of the evolutionary process. If there are aliens, almost all of them I think will look devastatingly less human than Klingons and Romulans.”

- Carl Sagan, The Demon-Haunted World: Science as a Candle in the Dark

[faorism]

needing the au to drop wherein i can commit to writing a historical au,, because since i first watched the db cooper job my mind went straight to OT3! OT3! OT3! (unlike with the van gogh job, since i aint playing with that fucking lieutenant)

one day maybe one dayyyyy i will sit down and i will write the ot3 into that episode's story. so, it'll be the backgrounds for the characters in the flashback (so, stephanie ritter, steve reynolds, and reggie wilkins), but with the necessary personality adjustments (parker, eliot, and hardison respectively). basically, vintage ot3 with some hot as hell aesthetics and secrets and avoiding as much as possible producing copraganda.

so. my thoughts. what i see happening. and this got super long so im throwing this under a cut. and for ease i will call them by their modern day canon names except when making a point.

first, general thoughts about the characters.

and so: steve to eliot. nothing much here on the surface. eliot still volunteers, too much an indoctrinated white man to have been forcibly drafted. so its still one man gone to war. one man come back. eliot would had been noticed early in training for his ability to pick shit up, and they teased at maybe sending him to a special unit. maybe they do, or maybe they don't because they just need to funnel fuckers to the jungle. the vietnam invasion was a terrorist imperialist venture and there's no romanticizing from me about anything done being at all valorous or special or brother-in-arms'y. and eliot commits war crimes under the american stars and stripes instead of just to keep moreau's champaign running. but also maybe moreau is eliot's superior. he certainly would have been rewarded for this ruthlessness. (eliot of course strove to impress moreau because there aint an eliot spencer who wasn't that man's dog at some point, i!!!! dont make the rules). eliot's friend died and eliot's gone off to carry out his wishes and moreau lets him because he Knows eliot is gonna come back. whether its to come back to the same squad, or follow him into deeper spy shit for the military, or to fuck off and go private. then eliot meets parker.

now. stephanie to parker. beth plays normal so well im mad at her, but there's something edgy and strategic about stephanie that i think parker can grab onto. i feel that maybe she was kind of a thief still, but there's more realism to this world so archie wasnt a super secret spy with lasers to practice with, but just a guy with sticky fingers whos a little bored and wants a protege. parker is good really good at what she does, and not having to deal with lasers makes me easy. but she's into scams that are less grifts and more Catch Me If You Can slight of hands. she's always looking for easy money (she was into lifting cars at one point! literally she follows where the crime is). she's doing something in an airport and someone tries to recruit her as a flight attendant because she's got the Look. and yall, flight attendants? that shit was like being a model and an astronaut and a time traveler back then. and according to a teacher i had, who once worked as in the f.a. union, those ladies back in the day were rad and queer and free spirited and runnnnning shit. i think, yes, it's a Job which i think we might resist placing parker into. but! of the jobs, at the time, i really see her rocking it during the time period. (also come on, the opportunities to swindle distracted people of their shit would be endless. they would just think they dropped their stuff in the airport! not that it was stolen.)

finally, reggie to alec. i think hardison will be the hardest to translate. even tho i admittedly listen to a lot of true crime podcasts, i dont know much about fbi life and also definitely don't know about it historically. part of me desperately wants to put him somewhere else even if it does have to stay within the fbi. i might cheat and make him like a Q(uartermaster) to 007/00s like in james bond, and he's like UGH this is horrible god i hate working for the fbi but they will give me funding so...... anyway, here's this totally cool [radio term]. that said, if hardison is stuck in the fbi, why he ends up there is that he is a fucking savant when it comes to research and the man can put together a presentation like no one else. that white man gets all the credit for profiling but it was hardison who goddamn was the google of the microfilm days. reggie felt super square but that might be because he had to deal with mcsweeties db cooper shit day in and day out for years. hardison is more himself. and definitely still a nerd. alec would be into dime fantasy novels and comics and ham radios and oh god he also would be into star trek like the original star trek as it came out and he would be into the zines yes! yessss. omg. also he plays a mean arcade cabinet. but he's mostly well adjusted but lonely. his colleagues dont appreciate him because fbi esp during that time were fucking wilding out and racist as hell aaaaaand im sorry im srry im trying so hard to have fbi hardison make sense but also! acab. ANYWAY.

second, the relationship

i think it would be fun to play with what it means to have parker/eliot start off first and bring in hardison afterwards. (if white collar is your thing, it would be like this canon divergent ot3 fic wherein peter burke is the last to join in.) i feel they would be Super Intense esp since they are carrying this big ass secret. kind of broken and dysfunctional and there's the passion and the commitment, but i think there's also a tenderness that's super hard for them to achieve? and i think there's a way that hardison plays such an important part in who they are and how they are. like, sure i think parker/eliot would have joy but they won't have levity. they would have compassion but they won't have gentleness.

eliot meets hardison after being recruited by nate. i think they get close because while nate and eliot have an interesting and compelling mentorship/friendship, nate is still eliots superior; sometimes its nice to complain about your boss, as hardison will say to eliot to try to make friends. i think hardison and eliot would become legit friends and not just work buddies because they are just not cut out of the same cloth as the rest of their colleagues. they grab beers after work. after hard days, hardison cajoles eliot into going to the arcade. they are friends. real real truly deep best friends, in a way hardison didn't think he could have with a fed and eliot didnt think he would have after his friend died. but also? they are like "buds" who are buds who are desperately tryna to cross any lines because there's a.... tension? an UST between them they dont know what to do with.

parker meets eliot by way of a "lets have my friend for dinner, he's a blast." and immediately immediately hardison is like... wow this woman is beautiful but like, really attracted to her personality. and parker things hardison is kinda dorky but cute dorkie? anyway, they have a puppy love situation growing. and it keeps growing until bam. eliot and parker are like. are we into alec???? fuck we are aren't we.

i think stephanie and steve would never tell reggie (even if somehow they were to be a thing). but parker and eliot? hell yeah they tell hardison. eventually. after a while. sooner than maybe they should. the tension if they should say something is one of the things that build up as UST between them for so long; parker and eliot know they are carrying this huge thing. two huge things. eliot being db cooper and also their massive crush on him.

if i could control myself to stick to a pwp, it would be another christmas. maybe the christmas nine (more?) years down the road. the damn snow grounded hardison's flight back to his nana's, and parker and eliot hear this and invite him over. the egg nog gets flowing and parker eventually is like,, fuck this. and comes onto hardison. and hardison would be like wow wow what but... idk, free love and swinging were In The Thoughts And Minds Of The People. he still checks in with eliot who is like. her body, man; i aint gonna tell her what to do. and for a sec hardison is like, man is this a cuck situation? i guess i can be for it but also...... aint mad if i aint alone. and eliot is so grateful and idk. i just want them all to be happy and having fun and no one to be left out. and yeah i am kinda brushing over a lot of the racial politics which, in a more developed fic rather than a pwp, would definitely need to be brought in; but idk that needs to just be in the bedrock of whatever plot is going into this.

it takes a lot of maneuvering of their lives but they make it work and eventually hardison is a keeper of eliot's secret too.

(apart from the historical aspect, another reason i probably won't actually write this is because i know myself. i would want to do worldbuilding. i would follow eliot and alec to their jobs, but i wouldnt want to write outright copaganda. the grit/realism i would be comfortable with would take a level of research i dont think i can commit to. but if someone wants to take this up or if you figure out a way around this issue, pls do i wont be mad)

[dearericbittle]

Fit hot guys have problems too (don’t objectify us with your male and female gaze)

(Also on AO3)

To Cora, 1:24 AM: im tired of guys just wanting to hook up with me. im like, guys, i know im pretty and i have a slammin bod and i love making out, but cant someone treat me with respect??

After rejecting indecent proposal #17 of the night, he is ready to drown his frustrations in a bottle of tequila. Even though he doesn’t exactly have the best relationship with tequila after that one time in New York.

Complaining to his baby sister about how all the men at Jungle just wanted to fuck was a real low point. But it isn’t like he has any actual friends that he could commiserate with - because that is the actual rock bottom reality of his life.

He’s only just returned to California after years of living on the East Coast, and his resting bitch face (complete with Murder Brows) and complete inability to talk to people has made it impossible to make friends. That and he doesn’t like most people - and people seem to be determined to prove him right on that account.

“Fuck, you’re hot,” another random stranger makes an approach.

“No,” he growls, making the guy take a couple steps back.

Derek doesn’t even bother looking at the guy, because if that was his opening line… He is just going to be another superficial asshole who doesn’t care about anything but Derek’s looks. And Derek has at least some standards, even when he is on his way to getting a good buzz going. (Which he will be, soon, hopefully. He’s too sober for this shit.)

He is just about to get the bartender’s attention, because he really needs a damn drink after #18, when he is rudely interrupted yet again.

“That’s cold, dude,” another voice sounds, this time from his left. “You didn’t even look at that one. Efficient, though.”

Rolling his eyes at the nickname, Derek turns to see the guy who’s deigned to comment on his rejection protocol. And he stops in his tracks, because well…

The guy is a mess. There’s glow in the dark lipstick prints on his face (several of them matching the drag queens up on stage), a rip in his t-shirt that’s close to exposing a nipple, and his eyes are alert even though the bags under his eyes speak of serious sleep deprivation.

He’s the most interesting person Derek’s met in ages.

“Don’t call me dude.”

And he’s fucked it up in about five seconds, as is his wont.

“This is going to sound like a line, so bear with me,” the guy grins, briefly drawing Derek’s attention to his mouth. “But you have to give me your name for me to stop calling you dude.”

Mr. Interesting is right - it does sound like a line. So Derek just gives him an unimpressed look before trying to get the bartender’s attention.

“Fine, I’ll go first,” the stranger takes another sip of his ridiculous cocktail, practically molesting the straw. “I’m Stiles.”

What the hell is a Stiles? That is a terrible name, but he’s probably heard worse in New York, because Brooklyn is hipster central these days.

He nods. “Derek.”

Mentally starting a timer for how long it takes Stiles to start commenting about how he’ll be screaming that name later, he stares down at his water bottle. Fuck, he still hates tequila - does he really want do that to himself?

Maybe he should ask the bartender for something else, when he finally gets the guy’s attention.

“Good, now I won’t have to call you dude, dude,” Stiles smirks, and it’s infuriating.

Derek rolls his eyes, determined not to enjoy that terrible joke. He knows that this is probably the end of it, and Stiles will either hit on him or stop talking to him - this is just about getting the unattainable guy. It’s a tactic, something from the playbook.

Cynical? Yes, he is.

“Wars or Trek?” Stiles turns fully towards him.

And he’s still being pornographic with that drink - Derek’s trying not to look at it too much, because even though it’s a cheap ploy, he’s only human and Stiles’ mouth is just sinful.

“What?”

It takes a while for his brain to process that inane question - and no, that has nothing to do with the single beer he had about two hours ago.

“Star Wars or Star Trek?” Stiles acts like this is a normal question.

Abandoning his quest to get the bartender to service this corner of the bar, he decides that he might as well continue talking to Stiles. They can chat for a bit, and then Stiles can get his awkward come-on out and Derek can reject him and he can go the fuck home and jerk off to porn. Because that is more satisfying than any of the men who propositioned him.

“That’s what you’re going to ask me?” He scoffs.

“Yes,” Stiles’ hands are in motion now. “I haven’t had a good night’s sleep in about a week, and since Danny has bailed on me to grope his boyfriend and the queens are still hard at work, this is the most stimulating conversation I’m going to get. Or would you rather talk about DC versus Marvel?”

That explains why he looks like he’s about to crash. If Derek cared, he’d ask why Stiles hasn’t been sleeping. But Cora’s called him an asshole since she was old enough to know that she shouldn’t use that word, and she is not wrong.

“C’mon, Derek,” Stiles goads him. “Or if you’d rather reject some more brave souls, I can just move away and leave you to it.”

He snorts, because brave souls? Really? Drunk idiots is his preferred synonym.

“Fuck no,” is what he ends up saying.

“Poor baby is tired of being the object of everyone’s affection,” Stiles is clearly an asshole, and Derek should not be charmed by it.

So he snipes back. “Jealous?”

“I don’t know about your life,” Stiles just goes in. “Sure, you’re hot like burning, but you’re an asshole who’s too embarrassed to talk geek with me. I’m expecting you to keep up - you look like the guy who owns both a leather jacket and a thumbhole sweater. You have layers.”

What the fuck would that kind of guy even look like? Like Derek, apparently, because Stiles is fucking right about this and it pisses him off. He doesn’t get to wear his leather jacket much, because California’s weather is a lot hotter than he’s used to, and he’s already looking forward to the upcoming winter. Even if he only wears his favorite sweater in the comfort of his own apartment.

“I’m right, aren’t I?” And he’s smug about it too.

“I’m like an onion,” Derek is annoyed enough to stick with the conversation.

Sarcasm drips off his every word - he’s expecting Stiles to have at least enough intelligence to grasp that.

And he’s proven right when Stiles laughs.

“So much more than just a pretty face,” he nods emphatically, almost like he’s his own bobblehead. “I respect that.”

This guy is completely ridiculous, so why is Derek still here, staring at his hands and long fingers and contemplating what they’d feel like on his skin? He’s pretty damn close to kinkshaming himself at this point. Because really, this is what does it for him?

Because yes, Stiles is attractive, tall and slim with eyes that make him think of honey, a mouth that never stops moving - just like his hands. Still, he’s dressed like he just lost a fight with someone or something, and he isn’t doing what Derek expected he’d do.

And that’s the thing, right there. Stiles is a fucking breath of fresh air after eighteen guys pulling exactly the same trick.

“You’re an asshole,” he tells Stiles, unable to hide how delighted he is by it.

“Ditto,” Stiles shoots back, also grinning.

He’s jostled a bit by the people trying to get closer to the bar, but no one uses the opportunity to get all up in his business - which is a new experience. Because he’s been so caught up in Stiles, no guy has dared to come over with yet another awkward come-on. That’s a bonus.

“Fuck, I’m so tired,” Stiles lets his head drop onto the bar.

Derek hopes it sticks, because the bar is covered in sticky drink residue and other fluids he does not want to examine too closely. At the same time, he just wants to carry Stiles off somewhere to make sure he gets some fucking sleep.

Which… He doesn’t do nurturing well. It just doesn’t come naturally to him.

“Why are you still here?”

“Only so we can have these moments,” Stiles’ wit doesn’t suffer, somehow. “Because Danny’s my ride and he’s not done riding Ethan yet.”

Stiles motions in the direction of the dancefloor, and Derek pointedly does not look at what he’s pointing at. Because the vultures will descend the second he makes eye contact with someone.

“I’m taking you home,” Derek’s mouth is moving before his brain catches up.

“Oh, Derek,” Stiles bats his eyelashes at him like he’s a Southern Belle. “I thought you’d never ask. But seriously, as much as I’d love to get all up in that, I’m way too exhausted to do you justice. Raincheck?”

Cora is going to die laughing when she finds out about this - and she will. She always does.

“I’ll take it,” Derek finds himself saying. “But I’m still dragging your exhausted ass out of here. You’re drooling on the bar.”

Of course Stiles almost trips as he pulls himself back into a normal standing position, and of course Derek isn’t stupidly charmed by this idiot. Only he is.

“So you have been looking at my ass?” Stiles’ smile is sleepy and fond now.

“Just as much as you’ve been looking at mine,” he shoots back, motioning for Stiles to follow him.

Stiles laughs, almost elbows Derek in the gut and proceeds to take the lead.

Never a dull moment.

[legitlaur]

Golden Hour part 3 // p.p

Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k whoops

Warnings: Cheesy, awkward social encounters, the occasional swears, not edited (very well)

Summary: You didn’t think having photography with Peter Parker would be of any significance to your life, that is until you were with him at Golden Hour.

Note: sorry its legit the slowest story ever, im working on cutting down the fluff so it finally gets good. anywho thanks for reading, much love.

PART 2

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Monday after school you had a job interview at a bookstore near the school. Before that you were supposed to meet up with Jonah to exchange phones.

“I wish you had a picture of this kid. Or a last name. We can’t even find his instagram.” Mimi complained during lunch.

“Speaking of instagram. Has there been any activity on my account? I didn’t change my password so he has access to it.” You explained.

Mimi turned on her phone, “I’ll check. This is perfect, we can use this as a trust exercise.”

You moved closer to Mimi, both of you looking at her screen. As you searched through your instagram there weren’t any recent likes. The memes Mimi had sent you remained unopened.

“Wow. This kid is golden. You better go out on a date with him,” Mimi popped a piece of cantaloupe in her mouth, “When are you seeing him again?”

You checked the time in her phone, “He said he’d be here right after school. I told him I have a job interview at 3:45 that I can’t miss.”

“Let’s meet up after school in the bathroom by physics and fix you.” Mimi suggested.

“Fix me?” you asked.

“Oh y/n. If you want a boy to like you, you’ve gotta do something about that hair.” She sighed.

You fought back, but Mimi was resilient. You agreed only to shut her up.

When the bell rang to get out of your last class, you slowly made your way to the science hall. Mimi would come find you if you didn’t meet her there. As you walked through the hall you noticed Peter and his friends. Ned Leeds and Michelle Jones. The perfect way to get out of meeting up with Mimi.

“Hey Peter.” You shouted as you walked into their small circle.

He smiled, “Hey y/n. This is Ned and MJ.”

“It’s Michelle, only my friends can call me MJ.” Michelle glared at Peter.

You frowned, “So what's up with you guys?”

“We are planning our next movie marathon. Lord of the Rings or Star Wars. We did Star Trek last month so I was thinking Lord of the Rings because its not space.” Ned excitedly explained.

You laughed, “I personally like The Hobbit more than Lord of the Rings,. So that's what I would watch.”

“No way. I love The Hobbit movies. We are definitely doing The Hobbit.” Peter exclaimed.

Ned looked at you, “Y/n you should totally come. Its great. We all wear pajamas and Peters aunt orders tons of food. We watch all day.”

Peter gave Ned a weird look, “Or, um I bet you have something better to do on your weekend.”

You wrapped your arm around Peter, “Actually no, I don’t. I’ll be there. Someone just text me the details,” You dropped your arm and started to the bathroom, “I’ll see you guys later.”

Mimi was leaning on the wall outside the bathroom, “Hurry up. My mom needs me home and I’m trying to help you. But you’re off socializing with,” She gestures towards Peter and his friends, “them.”

“Sorry. Let’s get this over with. I need to go meet Jonah.” You look at the phone in your hand.

You follow her into the bathroom where she wets your y/c/h. She brushed, and brushed.

“My goodness Mimi. I’m not gonna have any hair left.” You yelped.

“Sorry,” She patted it down one last time, “You’re good to go. Call me after. I wanna hear everything,” she ran out of the bathroom.

You fix your shirt, and look in the mirror. If Jonah didn’t like you when you liked like this, then he wasn’t the right guy for you. You sigh and head to the front of the school. Jonah wasn’t there yet. You sit down on the stairs and check the time..

3:10pm

You text him.

Where are you? Remember I have my job interview?

He didn’t respond, you sat with nervous knees.

3:20pm

You couldn’t be late for your interview, you texted him again. You sat patiently hoping he’d show.

“Y/n? What are you still doing here? Don’t you have a job interview?” Peter came and sat next to you.

You moved closer to him, hoping to use his body heat to get warm, “Yeah,” You shivered, “You know this phone,” you held out the Iphone X, “Well it’s not mine. It’s a kid named Jonah’s.”

You then went on to explain the whole story to Peter. Even Jonah’s good looks, and the butterflies in your stomach.

“So you’ve got a crush on this Jonah?” Peter smirked.

You pushed Peter with your body, “Shut it. I doubt it’s gonna go anywhere.”

Peter laughed, “I, I’m pretty sure it will. Just let things play out.”

You smiled, “Parker you know you give really good relationship advice.”

He shrugged, “It's what I do.”

You checked the time.

3:30

“I guess I’m walking. We love that.” You got up.

Peter stood up, adjusting the grip on his bag, “Want me to walk you?”

“No. You’ve gotta get to your internship. I’ll text you later and let you know how it goes,” you reached up and wrapped your arms around Peter, embracing him in a hug, “Thanks. I’ll see ya later.” Peters body was stiff, he raised his arm and patted your back awkwardly. You let go, Peter ran the other direction, you texted Jonah.

I’m leaving for my interview. I’ll call you after. You better answer.

Disappointed you ran from the school to the bookstore. The welcome bell rang.

“My name is y/n y/l/n. I’m here for a job interview.” You panted.

The cashier spoke into his earpiece, “Andrews your interview is here.”

Moments later a man came out of the back door, “Y/n?”

You nod, he comes to shake your hand, “I’m Alec Andrews, lets go into my office.”

He led you into a room behind the register. There was a small desk, and a few chairs.

You sat down and smiled.

“I hope you know you were late.” He sits down across from you.

You look at the time on his computer.

4:00pm

“I’m so sorry. I have a really good explanation. So I accide-”

“I’d rather not hear it if that's okay. I understand life happens.”

You went through the interview process, he asked you lots of questions. You happily answered them.

“Everything looks good, we will get back to you shortly.” Alec put your resume on top of a pile, you assumed were other resumes.

You thanked him and left. Once you got outside you checked Jonah's phone, there were six missed calls. You clicked one, waiting for him to answer.

“Y/n? I am so sorry. Can you please forgive me? I had to help move my grandma into an old folks home, and I wasn’t paying attention to the ti-”

“Its okay, are you free now? I’d really like to get my phone back.” You barked.

“Yeah, where are you? I’ll come to you.”

You told him the address of the bookstore, he said he would be there shortly. You were instructed not to leave for any reason.

Leaning against the wall of the bookstore you waiting patiently. Constantly looking at the people in the streets, hoping to see the blonde haired mystery boy again. A bright red Lamborghini zoomed past, only to make a sharp illegal u-turn. Pulling over, the window went down, “Hop in.”

You looked closer and saw Jonah. You threw your bag over your shoulder and ran into the street, he opened the doors. You carefully crammed in.

“Sorry about that. I thought this place was further down.” He turned on his blinker.

Still flustered you nodded, “So is this your car?”

“Cherry? I wish. Nope she’s my dads. It was the only car out and I needed to get here fast.” He chuckled.

“Where the hell were you? I was late to my interview. Wanna know why? Because of you. I just want to you know that when I don’t get that job it’s gonna be on you.” You screamed.

Jonah's face went pale, “y/n calm down. I have reasons.” “Helping your grandma? Please, that's the best you can do?” You interrupted.

“I also got you a coffee,” He help up a starbucks coffee.

You took it gingerly, carefully sipping, “You’re lucky I like all coffee.”

You saw your phone in the cup holder, you pulled Jonah's out of your pocket and switched them back.

Looking at through your notifications you smiled, your instagram hadn’t been touched. As for your messages there was a recent text. The contact read Jonah with a pink heart.

“Woah you assume because you caught me on the subway that I actually fell for you? If I recall there’s nothing going on between us.” You asked.

Jonah looked into your eyes, forgetting that he was driving a $200,000 car, “Yet,” he turned the radio down, “I kinda was planning a really cheesy way to ask you out.”

“Let's hear. How cheesy can it be?” You laughed.

His cheeks went bright pink, “It’s pretty bad. Let's just say it included me dramatically running to you at your school. Something about getting on my knees, offering your phone to you as a token of my loyalty to you if you would go on a date with me.”

You were wheezing, “Oh man. I definitely would’ve said yes. Now, I’m not so sure.”

He pulled over, and put the car in park, “y/n, I don’t know your last name.”

“y/l/n.” You informed him.

“Okay. y/n y/l/n, will you do me the honor of going out on a date with me?” He gave his best puppy dog face.

You took his hand and grasped it tightly, “Jonah?”

“Jonah Richardson.”

“Jonah Richardson it would be my pleasure to go out on a date with you.” You giggled.

Jonah was laughing too. His blonde hair moving everywhere. He looked so precious when he was laughing, not trying to impress anyone. He looked truly content.

“You’re cute when you laugh.”

Jonah looked startled, then he turned into his weird flirty self, “So you do find me attractive?”

“Cute and attractive are very different,” You covered your face hoping to hide your blushing cheeks.

Getting a little too close to your face he smirked, “You’ll find me attractive soon enough.”

You pull back, “I’m harder to impress than you think.”

He took your hand, and intertwined it with his, “Are you free now?”

You blushed, relaxed your hand, and answered, “Yeah.”

Jonah’s smile widened, “Let’s go now then.”

“Go where?” You asked.

He turned onto a street you’d never been on, “On our date, silly.”

You ran your hand through your hair, “Oh.”

Jonah parked and led you to a Mcdonald’s, “I know it’s not very classy, but Mcdonald’s hash browns are the only ones I’ll eat.”

You took his hand, and swung it as you walking into the fast food chain, “Mcdonald’s is perfect.”

You ordered and sat across from from each other.

“So you live in Queens?” You asked.

He took a bite of his hash brown, “Born and raised.”

“Where do you go to school?” You continued.

“I go to a private school part time, my dad wants me to learn the family business. Says it’s more important than a high school diploma.” He shrugged.

You dipped your fry in ketchup, “Family business?”

“Richardson Science and Technology. Ever heard of it?” He asked.

Your mouth dropped, “Your dad owns RST?”

He sipped his milkshake while nodding.

You only knew about the company because you saw Peter reading articles about it in photography, you’d asked him about it. They were some huge corporation that started up not to long ago, it was getting as big as Stark Industries.

“So what do you for fun?” You changed the subject.

“Drive, box, and watch a good movie.” His eyes were wandering.

You looked around to see what he was looking at, everywhere seemed normal.

He brought his attention back to you, “So, y/n what about you?”

You shrugged, “Not much to say. I’m a 16 year old, a Junior at MSST, my mom expects perfection so that’s what I give. I guess?”

Jonah grabbed your hand, and gently kissed your knuckles, “You are perfection.”

The night went on and you learned more about each other, finally Jonah looked at the time.

9:40

“Crap,” He threw his trash in his bag and stood up, “I gotta get you home.”

You followed him and ran out to the car. He took your hand again in the car. You smiled and explained how to get to your apartment.

He parked, opened the door for you, and even walked you up to your apartment.

“So,” he rubbed the back of his neck, “I’ll text you later, if that’s okay.”

You turn the key in the lock., “More than okay,” you turn to face him, “Thanks for the ride home.”

Leaning up you kissed his cheek, “Night.”

He leaned against the doorway, “Good night y/n.”

You closed the door smiling.

TO BE CONTINUED

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Hey can I have some of your sweet sweet headcanons about any of the wholesome poly ships invoking Hartley and Cisco or Barry i need some positivity my dad made a homophobic statement about of of my favourite shows and it really affected me because I really resonate with the characters so any thing you got would be appreciated!!

oh shit im so sorry i just saw this ask now?? hold on im cracking my knuckles here prepare yourself for headcanons so cute you’ll pee yourself

they got together bc cisco was complaining to hartley that he has a crush on barry but barry won’t ever see him as anything more than a Bro. hartley disagrees bc, cisco. the looks i have seen him give you when you arent looking are not the looks that a straight man gives his best bro. that boy is not straight. let me help you.

so hartley starts flirting real hard with cisco the next day to make barry jealous. it works. barry learns his mistake from iris and eddie and tells cisco right away that he has feelings for him before the thing with hartley escalates. cisco is so happy. barry is so happy. hartley was down to fuck both of them so now that they’re both taken he’s not so happy. he tries but he gets very moody when he sees them being affectionate at the labs. cisco asks him what’s up and he comes clean. then cisco and barry are just like. why didnt u say anything sooner. come join us and be gay. gay as in homosexual and gay as in happy as well. it’s a good time

they have movie nights at least twice a week. barry prefers star trek, cisco likes star wars, and hartley likes harry potter, so when choosing a classic to marathon it can lead to a fight. there’s blood and tears. sometimes they just go with lord of the rings to avoid any bloodshed.

on days they feel like going on actual dates, hartley loves to spoil cisco and barry and just generally be extravagant

hartley: hey guys i just rented us this limo for our date tonight

cisco: dude we’re just going to the park

hartley: and we’ll get there in style

the first time hartley showed cisco and barry his pet rats barry cried. he cried. he used to be terrified of rats and hartley got so offended for a hot second. but after calming barry down and reassuring him that his rats won’t hurt him and they do not carry any diseases ok thank you very much, they managed to get barry to hold one and play with him. barry and the rat both ended up enjoying themselves very much

cisco loves to cook them dinner. he cooks them recipes that were passed down from his family and consequently gets them hooked on it. barry is very white tho and couldn’t handle the spices at first and he cried here also

when they get married all 3 of them cry. so does all their family and friends. the rogues are also at the wedding bc hartley was one of them at some point. everyone is crying. im crying. youre crying. everyone is crying