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Abichingching!!!! I missed you.😔 Proud ate always. ❤😘🤗 #sistersbyfatebestfriendsbychoice #myexactopposite #alwaysproudofyou #wegoteachothersbacks (at Abu Dhabi, United Arab Emirates) https://www.instagram.com/p/BqatkXAFYZB2s1sptqYo_2UPiMz6P7zKH8j2ck0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=22fpicynayo6
Stars - Grace Potter & The Nocturnals Gods and Monsters - Lana Del Rey Ophelia/ Sleep on the floor/ Angela - The Lumineers
Stars
couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library
My dad liked Grace Potter, listening to her always makes me a little emotional! I hadn’t heard this one before.
Gods and Monsters
couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library
I have this thing with Lana Del Rey where I’ll like one or two aspects of a song but not all of it? I love the instrumentals on “Video Games,” for instance, but haven’t got much use for the lyrics. And this one I’m into the lyrics but not as much the instrumentals.
Ophelia / Sleep on the Floor/ Angela
couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library
Angela was the only one I hadn’t heard yet, but it turns out that I like it best of the three!
Possible leverage fic involving the less than normal quirks of a certain ot3?
Is anything ever normal with these three?
I. Eliot
Eliot slept with other people. He explained at the very beginning that that was how he wanted it. “I’ve never been monogamous,” he admitted, “and my only real relationship was with Aimee. I want to try with the two of you, and I’m hoping maybe it can work out. But I can’t be monogamous, not even with two people.”
Parker didn’t mind, especially because he really was trying his hardest on the whole relationship thing. But he was just not good at the whole sleeping with other people part, at least not at first.
The first time, Eliot really hit it off with their client’s daughter, and Parker and Hardison gave him winks and nods and let him “get his flirt on,” as Hardison said. But he came back to their bed later that night, red-faced and sulking.
“What went wrong?” Hardison said, rolling over to face him in bed. “That girl really liked you, man.”
“Nothing went wrong,” Eliot gritted out, “until your panties fell down from the ceiling beam, Parker, right onto my head.”
“So what?” said Parker, around the straw in her juice box. She liked having a juice box before sleeping. “We’re not monogamous. It’s okay if you take off my panties and also hers.”
“You didn’t tell her, did you,” Hardison said. “Dude, that is not cool. You gotta disclose to your other partners, so they know what they’re getting into. I’ve been reading this book, I got it on my ebook reader, you should check it out. It’s all about ethical non-monogamy and stuff.”
“Sure,” Eliot said, in the voice that meant there was no way he would do it. “I’ll tell people, okay?” That part was in the voice that meant that he would do it, but he wasn’t sure he was going to like it.
The second time seemed to go fine at first. Eliot seemed pretty happy when they saw him the next day, anyway. But then later that week, Parker was behind the bar with Hardison tasting his new beer. Eliot clasped Hardison’s shoulder and took the stein of beer from him, drinking with his lips in the same spot where Hardison’s had been. Parker watched his throat move as he drank, waiting to see if he liked it. That was when the woman Eliot had slept with came up to the bar and said to Parker, “Oh. So you’re Eliot’s situation.”
“A situation?” Hardison turned to Eliot. “Is that what you called us? A situation?”
The woman leaned back, folded her arms, and raised her eyebrows. “Oh. So you’re both his situation.”
“How can you be shy about this? How? You are many things, Eliot Spencer, but you are not shy.”
“I’m not,” Eliot said, but he was turning pink.
Parker ignored the sound of them arguing and turned to the woman. “What do you think?”
“I think he’s shy because this is important to him,” she said slowly, “and he doesn’t know how to talk about it yet.”
“Huh,” said Parker. “That makes sense.”
The third time was with Maggie. That went really well, because Parker and Hardison liked Maggie, and she was smart about people in the same way that Sophie was. It turned into a regular thing, something the two of them did whenever Maggie was in town. But they all swore a solemn oath to never, ever tell Nate.
II. Parker
On a cold, drizzly Wednesday, Parker disappeared. This was not unusual.
Four days passed. Still no Parker. Now this was getting unusual.
“Where is she?” Eliot said, laying a plate of goulash in front of Hardison with maybe a little more force than was necessary.
Hardison started ticking off on his fingers. “Vancouver, San Diego, Dallas, Minneapolis, Tampa, Hoboken for some reason… she did the same circuit on the same date last year. And looking back, I think she may have done it the year before that, too.”
Eliot sat down across from him. The beer sloshed in his glass when he set it down. “What’s she doing?”
Hardison shrugged and started eating. “Ask her when she gets back.”
“Can’t you just pull camera footage or something and find out?”
“What are you so worked up about, man? Parker can take care of herself.”
“She can,” Eliot forced out through his teeth. “But she doesn’t have to.” Not anymore, he didn’t say.
“I’m not gonna invade her privacy. I just track her location in case something happens and she needs us. But hey, we’ll ask her about it when she gets back, and maybe she’ll let us in on it next time.”
“Where’ve you been?” Even to his own ears, Eliot sounded like he was trying too hard to be casual.
“Can I say I don’t want to talk about it?” Parker said, hooking her leg around the top of the stair railing.
“’Course you can,” Eliot said, without hesitation.
Parker smiled. “That’s what Hardison always says.”
“Damn right I do,” Hardison said.
“Okay. Then I’ll tell you.” Parker used her thigh muscles to flip herself upside down, her hair a pale silky banner hanging from the railing. “I checked on all my stashes. And picked out stuff to give to people.”
Hardison stared. Eliot was pretty sure he was staring, too. “You gave stuff to people? To who?”
Parker swung herself a little from side to side, like a pendulum. “The orphans we rescued. The girl who stole cars. You know. People.” She flung herself back onto the stairs, upright. “That’s the kind of thing we do, right? Because people are more important than money.”
Money was a sure thing. People you couldn’t be sure of. That’s why Eliot always figured Parker liked money so much. But maybe the balance was different when there were people you were sure of.
“Could we go check on our stashes too, next time?” Hardison said. “All three of us. Like a road trip, but with more philanthropy.”
Parker slid down the railing. Eliot had his arms ready to catch her before she reached the bottom. From Eliot’s arms, she leaned over to kiss Hardison on the cheek. “Okay. That sounds fun.”
III. Hardison
After searching his walk-in closet for the fourth time, Hardison said, “Hey, Parker. Do you have any souvenirs from that trip to Cancun to take down that dot-com preppy-ass white dude?”
Parker ate a gummy worm slowly, mangling her words through it. “Didn’t you buy ten beach blankets?”
“I have torn this apartment apart and I can’t find the damn things! Have you seen them?”
“No. I do have some sunglasses in cool shapes that I stole in Cancun. Star ones, heart ones, triangle ones...”
“Babe, that’s perfect. Can I have those?” It used to be that Hardison got nervous any time he asked Parker for her stuff, knowing how protective she could get over it. Now, it was getting easier.
Eliot came out of the bathroom, after what Hardison was pretty sure had been a half-hour session with a hair straightener – not that he would ever dare interfere in The Great Eliot Spencer Hair Care Routine. “I got some jars of agave syrup while we were down there. What do you need them for?”
“It’s my foster sister Malika. Her birthday’s coming up. I try to send my foster siblings cool gifts, you know, not just money. I wanna show them I’ve been thinking about them, right? And Malika, she’s always wanted to travel, but she can’t afford it, so for her birthday I always send her something from a cool place I went to, so she can kinda get the experience.”
“Why don’t you just buy her a vacation?” Parker said.
Hardison shook his head. “Malika likes the idea of travel, but she’s too practical for that. She’d rather just get the money the vacation cost, so she can use it for the important stuff.”
“You can have my agave syrup, no problem,” Eliot said. “I can just order more from Mexico anyway.”
“You can have the sunglasses too,” Parker said. “You have a lot of foster siblings, right? What do you send the other ones for their birthdays?”
“Well,” Hardison said, “I send joke stuff to Ricardo, ‘cause his sense of humor got frozen at age twelve, and I send books to Lina, ‘cause that’s all she ever wants, and I send cool photos to Jasmine ever since she started her photography major.”
“How do you remember so many things about all of them?” Parker said.
“You remember when to interrupt Hardison’s game to make him start shouting the most,” Eliot pointed out.
“That’s because he’s Hardison,” said Parker. “Oh. I get it. Wow. That’s a lot of family. I don’t know if I could be family for that many people.”
“I think you might be better at it than you think,” Hardison said.
Hello! I was just wondering if you were currently writting anything for phanniemay, and if so what?:3 No pressure of course just curiousity. (P.s you are one of my fav fanfiction writers:3)
No worries! And at the moment no; I had three midterms in two days at the start of this week, one of which was a progress presentation that took up every free second I had. So I’m behind on...everything. (Hence me answering a bunch of backlogged asks right now, lol)
I should go check out the calendar again and see where we are. I’ve got a little bit of time now. I’m currently doing like two weeks’ worth of laundry and eating rice chex on my bed. I really love phanniemay so id hate to miss it entirely.
(And thank you!! ^^ I just explode sad headcanons onto a word document. I’m glad its working for some of you!!!)
Hello! I just wanted to say that I have fallen in love with your writting! Your ideas, your style, the twist and angst! (I am a HUGE angst fan:3) It is all so amazing! Anyway that's all jst wanted to tell you:)
Yes yes yesssss.
Thank ye
It’s always great to find the natural angst fan out there. Less of me going “well yeah happiness is cool but just hear me out-- what if like everything went wrong?” and more of me going “SHIT’S ‘BOUT TO GET FUCKED SOMETHING AWFUL GET READY GRAB THE POPCORN”
Thank you!!!! It makes my night to hear stuff like this ^^
