#hcpefell

[lostmorals]

setting: outside of a bar, osborn calls gwen to pick him up in the middle of the night. starter for: @hcpefell

"it'll serve you well to remember our little arrangement. you work for me, so when i need something, you take care of it. unless you want your little boyfriend to pay the price."

[inhcritance]

@hcpefell - plotted starter

Effect, he had long learned, was a matter of timing. Of the right action at the right place, in front of the right people. And that, well, that had taken patience and experience both, and gathering the right information.

He had hoped she'd come to him, if things got worse. He had offered and meant it, and while Oscorp's attention was a dangerous thing, he'd never been good at leaving things alone, if someone was in pain. And for a moment, he'd thought it wouldn't be needed.

Then he'd started hearing things. Rumors, conversations, jabs and joking. Things that on their own barely mattered, but as the days went on... well, it was time to do something, and the time for discretion had long gone by.

So he'd waited until the day the next charity gala was announced -a matter of PR, but this once PR would help someone- and until the relevant people would be on the same floor. Gwen, on the one hand, and the gaggle of nuisances and bootlickers that should be ashamed of themselves.

"Miss Stacy?" He asked, as he approached her desk, low enough that it was clearly a private matter, loud enough that it would be overheard. Discreet enough that all eyes were on them, as they pretended not to be.

[localwebslingers]

@hcpefell gets a small, plotted thing!

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This is fine, he's totally got this. Run away trucks that were part of a heist? Easy, Peter could stop this kind of thing while he was half asleep by now. Or he could have, if these guys didn't have some of the weapons that Toomes had been selling back when his crew were all still on the streets. Which was causing just a few problems, and had just a couple of people on edge, mostly him, and there were two helicopters that had been following him for the past five blocks. One was the police, he was pretty sure the other was the news.

Peter rolled out of the way of a blast tearing through the top of the truck as there was a chime from his suit and Gwen's picture flashed over his lenses in the corner.

{Incoming call from: GWEN}

"No, nonono do not answer, hang up, hang-" it clicked and he froze, eyes wide with panic, before finding his voice again. Sounding way more upbeat and way less like he was in the middle of being shot at with alien weapons, "Gwen, hey! Uh, what's up?" he asked, sticking to the side of the truck as the tires screeched and turned around a corner, "Are we still on to study at the library this afternoon? Because I can still make it if you wanna go over chem notes."

[watsonjackpot]

+ @hcpefell gets a starter

+ " What ... w-what do you mean ? There's nothing WRONG . Just swinging Mary Jane having the TIME of her life , Gwendy . " The performance was SHOTTY, a conclusion reached in her MIND before the sentence had fully reached its CONCLUSION . Scrambling to throw up the FACADE as best she could, Mary Jane likewise FORCED her lips upwards into a smile , unwilling and perhaps UNABLE to fathom letting someone see past the MASK she wore so well most days .

[grcveyacd]

“ uh, i guess you can take the guest bedroom. it’s not much but, it at least has a bed and you ne— “ he stopped himself, already mentally kicking himself in the ass for what he was about to say. he didn’t need to bring it up. it was fucked and it was clearly a sensitive subject. “ it’s across from my room so, if you need anything i’m at least right there. “ he shrugged, motioning to his bedroom door, his light hues not meeting hers. why was he making this awkward? they were friends, or at least he felt like they were friends. sure, he was closer to her brother but the two of them still hung out, and they would frequently text one another. so, why was he making this weird? “ i do have someone coming through here soon but, i guess just make yourself at home? “ 

// @hcpefell gets a somewhat plotted starter

[myriaed]

@hcpefell asked: “  fuck! i’m late—  ” 🙃

he's had her on the phone for nearly an hour now, running down his new class schedule and telling her tales of using the trains and buses and getting lost in the city of boston and the surrounding area on numerous occasions. he's in the middle of one of his adventure stories when she suddenly shrieks this phrase in his ear, and noah's brows furrow as he sits up and look at the clock on his wall, wondering just what gwen would have planned for this late in the afternoon on a weekend. ❝ late? for what? you got somewhere you gotta be? ❞ he could have just forgotten if she'd told him before, but he was pretty sure she'd sad earlier that she was just hanging out in her room and that she and his little brother didn't have plans until the next day.

[bchemianrhapscdy-archived]

A soft smile played over his lips as he looked at her. “I don’t think there’s any shame in a woman showing feelings.” he spoke, the smile not fading a bit from his lips. “In fact, I find it rather inspiring to see someone showing their emotions so strongly.” he added, his hands reaching out to wipe away one of her tears. “Though, I can’t argue that i do prefer you smiling.” he chuckled softly. “There’s beauty in you, smiling or crying. Never feel sorry for that.”

continued  - @hcpefell​

[amillixnvoicesarch]

@hcpefell​

       “So, that’s about it. We pretty much rebuild the WHOLE thing like it was, but did a few little updates here and there,” Eggsy ran a hand through his hair as he held the door to his office open. It was still strange to him, having his OWN office now when he spent most of his time out in the field anyway, but Harry had insisted on it, so he had given up on protesting.

     “And...that would be all when it comes to our Headquarter. If you need someone to show you around LONDON as a whole, you know, be all touristy and that kinda stuff, I am happy to help out as well.”