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appleblueberry-pie · 10 months ago

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You asked Yan!Miguel requests and I shall deliver

Yan!Miguel with a spider!reader that wasn't bitten by a spider but rather was experimented on (Alchemax still doing shady stuff) and has the same superpowers as Miguel (only that their venom is deadly).

However even after surviving the tragic things their canon indicates, they're a ball of sunshine.

oh yeah. it's all coming together.

MINE, ALLLLL MINE.

Miguel was having mixed feelings. He was coming to a point where it was hard to focus on his important work. It was hard to ignore his anxiety stomachache. Hard to ignore the usual annoying people that just wouldn't leave him alone in his man cave. And it was especially hard to forget about you. It wasn't ever possible to not think about you, but he just couldn't push you to the back of his head for at least two minutes. It was hurting him. It was also hurting his technology he kept destroying(he crushed two keyboards and threw his printer).

Why can't he just figure you out? Since Jess found you in your universe and immediately gave you the green flag to help his team of spider-people, he's found out so many things about you. But every time he is given an answer about one thing, it just digs him into a deeper hole of realization that he really doesn't know you. For starters, there's no legal government information of you anywhere. He's been watching you through his monitor for at least 2 hours a day, and most of your day consists of you beating ass. Like you have no other thing to do in your life, not to mean it in an insulting way.

It's just weird, because almost all spider-people have lives outside of them being spiders. But the more he observes you, your superhero life just reminds him more and more of....himself. You didn't have the obvious genetically-enhanced spider build that usual spiders do. Which was taller and slimmer. You were for sure taller(he did his research, you sprouted by 6 inches in height), but you were more on the muscular, bigger side. And this way, you would benefit more for close combat to take down enemies, instead of almost entirely relying on your webs. Similar to how he was. Another example to further explain, is he was watching you on his monitor while you had a mission to bring another universe's Green Goblin back to their universe. He found that your webs were obviously bio-engineered. Either you made these yourself, or someone made them for you. So, you were physically more powerful than the usual spider, had bio-engineered webs, and the way you fought.....

You had chased down that Green Goblin like he killed your family. It's not an exaggeration. GG was fast, but you were faster. He took multiple jerks around corners and through narrow alleyways, flying to get away from you. But you caught him. Slammed his body into the brick wall, damaging it. He screamed bloody murder to get away from you, and you just kept hitting him. He watched as your fist collided with his face multiple times. And when you finished, he saw you basically unhinge your jaw to show your long, venom-dripping, white fangs. They showed beautifully through the video footage lighting. They had to hurt when they protruded, it had to. But you didn't seem to care about anything in that moment besides finishing off your prey. You sunk your fangs into his neck, piercing them into his flesh as deep as you could, your regular teeth almost breaking into his skin as well. GG's scream of excruciating pain faded into complete silence. Miguel watched the man go limp in you arms. Was he dead? You held him to your body as close as you could to hide your catch from anyone who could've found the both of you. It concerned him so much with how you went about finding him, he had to interrupt you by calling your watch. You seemed to snap out of whatever trance you were in and removed your teeth from the now limp villain.

"Hello?" Your sweet voice rang through his watch and he couldn't find the right words to tell you to just bring the poor guy back to base. When you did, three doctors had to help resuscitate Green Goblin. What the hell did you do? You were asked this multiple times and you just felt more and more guilty when people continued to say it to you. Miguel decided to step in and remove you from the emergency room and just told you to take a few days off. All he could say to you is you deserved it, so you took his word. He immediately turned his monitors back on when you went back home, because it wasn't the end of your continuous mysteries.

When you go home, you clean up and then disappear. This wasn't news to him. But it was confusing because the cameras couldn't catch where you possibly went, even at different angles. It was somewhere in your bathroom. You'd open the shower curtain, step into the shower, close it and then not come out for the next 5 minutes. You did this once every two weeks. Other times when you were gone for the day, he tried to find the secret room you obviously had and...nothing. He couldn't find a damn thing. The wall was solid, it didn't seem like it was hiding anything. He scanned it multiple times with different gizmos he had up his sleeve, but nothing. So, after installing a small robotic fly that he placed into your home, he got lucky and managed to slip into a room hidden behind your shower when you went in at the dead of night. The room was almost entirely dark and all you had in there was countless metal bottles of some sort of a glowing serum and you would inject it into your shoulder. Something very similar to what he does to himself. He was surprised to next week with this information. What made it worse was that right after you injected yourself, you found his fake fly. So now you know someone was watching you. He can only hope you don't find out it was him who implanted it.

But now he was sure. You were just like him. It made him as happy as it made him frustrated because you had him all figured out. You knew he used injections, that he wasn't a natural spider, you probably also knew he loved you to the moon and back. He had a soft spot for you, and it showed so much it was pathetic. You could walk into his cave and call out for him with your siren song, and he would immediately turn off everything and drift your way, sweet nicknames for you sliding off of his tongue like sugar. He only ever wanted to please you. And he felt like you knew this. But even with everything he just found out about you just today, he still seemed in the dark.

All he knew is that you were a happy-go-lucky sweet girl. He didn't know why you did the things you do. Why you inject yourself, and why you are so predatory and ruthless when you basically hunt villains down. So, he asks you.

"Miguel?" He swipes all of his holographic screens away and turns off the rest of his devices, making a 180 to fully face you as you hop onto his platform. The smell of Empanadas wafted up his nose as you give three separate containers to him. "The cafeteria guy said he had extras, so I brought as many as he would let me for you. I know you don't eat much since you're really busy." His heart swells with affection as he coos at your sincere kindness, opening one to take his first bite. "Ohhh, querida, you didn't have to."(My dear)

You watch him place the rest on his desk and he finishes chewing to talk to you. "Thank you......So.....I wanted you to see me so that I can talk to you about how you handle the anomalies in other universes, and maybe even the regular villains in your own universe." You nod understandingly and Miguel had to ignore his increasing heartbeat at your eyes staring up at him.

"I'll be honest with you, amor. When groups are out to capture an anomaly, I usually don't have to monitor them because I have other people to do that for me. But Jessica and I sent you off on your own, knowing how much we can depend on you to carefully capture the anomaly with no troubles, which I know you don't. But, still, I take precautions and monitor you every now and then to make sure if you're alright or if you need any support. But when I see you through the my screens....you are....particularly rough with them. And it's more rough than the usual spider would be." You seem to know what he was talking about and advert your gaze, messing with your suit. (Love.)

"Y/n, you almost killed Green Goblin the other day." You purse your lips and nod in agreement. "Yes, I....."

You hesitate to speak. You didn't want anyone to know about your past. Did he have to know? You guessed so, since you are a part of a really big multiverse-saving company. It was so hard to escape Alchemax when they fucking tortured you every single day for their own pleasures. That stupid serum you can't live without? You stole enough to live for the next 3 years. And that's all you really needed. You took an Alchemax worker's apartment that you found deep in their records, knowing that if you fake your emails and his work, you could live in secret. You didn't want to live on like this forever. You knew that after those three years ended, then they ended. And you would follow.

Your only hope for the rest of your life is to live in secret and to help people as much as you can before you died. The serum just makes you a little.....violent. Just the way that the scientists liked it so that you could run on it for longer than usual. So, here you are. But how are you supposed to explain that to your boss?

"......Y/n?" He softly calls your name, concern etching his face as he reaches out to touch your hand. He almost didn't want to, not knowing how you felt about it. But when his finger very lightly grazed your warm and soft palm, you blinked back to life, grabbing his hand back. A breath entered his lungs and he seemed to be reborn at your sudden advancement to his touch.

".....Yes. I do have something to tell you." His eyebrows scrunch as he nods and pulls up a random chair to sit and wait for you to talk. You told him everything. About how you are an experiment on legs, how you were from Alchemax, and that they were the people that really owned you. And you being a spider-person is just you doing as much as you can for the city you loved so dearly. How you only had three or less years to live with the serums you had hidden in your home. How you literally don't care if you die anytime before that, and you're doing your part in life that doesn't make you as useless as you thought you were.

Miguel watched you say all of this. He watched your face. He watched how you....really didn't care. You were so calm about all of these life threats that you continuously had hovering over your head. You live life every day as if it was your last. What if someone burned your house down? What if Alchemax found you?? What would happen to you then?

"I can help you. Lyla." He almost seemed to work on autopilot. "Bring me documents of the chemical makeup of my own serum for me. While you're at it, turn all of the equipment in Floor 4's laboratory on for me." All of his tech equipment were back on again as he pulled his own serum, meant for next week, out of his drawer. "Miguel...?" "Y/n, can you bring me one of your own serums? I'll be in the lab when you come back. Find me on the fourth floor. Lyla can show you the way."

"Miguel!" He pauses and looks down at you. You shake your head as a shaky smile is brought to your face. "I don't need you to do this for me. I'm fine with the way things are." Miguel scrunches his face and steps towards you. "Qué? Te estás escuchando a ti mismo? Y/n, I don't want you to die. Nobody wants you to die. Y-you need to be here, No entiendes? Do you want to be a spider for the rest of your life, violently killing people the way you were taught? You can be given a regular life. A new life, here with me! You deserve more than just....being a machine. Because you're more than just a weapon. You're human."(What? Are you hearing yourself?)(Don't you understand?)

Miguel went too far with his speech. He said too much. Every word that continued to spill out of his lips dug him into a farther hole. You were crying, but it still didn't help the fact that you now know that he probably is infatuated with you. He tries to save face by saying more, but instead, his hand reaches out to wipe the tears off of your face. It couldn't possibly be real, the way you leaned into his touch. Your wet face touched his palm and he stuttered endlessly. Fuck, he had to get out of here.

"I'm sorry...I didn't mean to say that to you. It was unprofessional." You shake your head and lift your face out of his hands, staring up at him with those glistening eyelashes, your beautiful shiny eyes looking up at him. "No.....I'm glad you told me that. I.....thank you." He looks away bashfully and takes a step back....another....and then another until he walks off out of the cave to go down to the laboratory.

What is he going to do about you? He loves you too much to let you continue doing this horrible job. It was killing you.

Something feels off about this, but I am going to post it anyways because it's been bothering me like a collar tight around my neck all day. Needed this badly.

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angel-eyes05 · 2 years ago

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to leave the warmest bed i've ever known (part 2)

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

pairing: spider-woman!reader x miguel o’hara

summary: life on the run is not for the weak. you're reminded of this once you run into someone you haven't seen in a while

warnings: a lot of angst (there'll be fluff and smut soon i swear i just feel like writing angst right now lmao), HUGE ATSV SPOILERS DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THIS MOVIE, mentions and descriptions of blood and injuries, this is so against canon its insane

word count: 2.2k

notes: ok so i changed my mind, miguel and the reader arent gonna make up just yet🤭. trust me when they do it'll be worth it lmao. im gonna need everyone to suspend their belief for the next chapters cause im kind of just making up the plot to beyond the spider-verse at this point for this silly little fic so just go with it

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God, this was very quickly turning out to be a very bad decision. The movies made being on the run seem a lot easier than this. What they had failed to include was how easily it was to get ambushed by Spider-Society members while hopping between the dimensions looking for Miles. Your little group basically had to hop through a bunch of different dimensions within a week and look for him there, then leave before HQ managed to track you guys down. You’re not sure how much time has passed since you left. Maybe a few weeks. Maybe a few months. The passage of time was pretty weird when you were constantly hopping through the fabric of space and time. All you knew is that your eyes had naturally dulled out the neon orange light that shined from the portals you were constantly jumping through. Luckily, none of your team had been caught yet. There had been a few close calls, but only two of those led to severe injuries, one of them being Gwen, and the other time being you.

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You and your team had been ambushed due to a malfunction with the portal opening. Each of you were put with your own variant to fight. Just to your luck, you were confronted by Jess. She looked awful to be honest. Stressed. She was probably put on finding you and your team while Miguel endlessly searched for Miles. This little wild goose chase had tired her out. Part of you felt bad. But that was very quickly overcome by the feeling of betrayal growing in your chest. You had a feeling she felt a similar way. “Please don’t make me do this. Just let me take you home,” she said weakly. Home. That’s right. That's basically what HQ had been to you before. You hadn’t been back to your Earth in five years, ever since Miguel caught you on the top of that building. Jessica was your first friend there. She had shown you the ropes to everything, been there for you during your lowest moments, and guided you to your highest ones. And now you had to repay her by sending her back to Miguel in a bloody pulp. You hated that this is how things had to go. But such was life for someone like you. “I have no home anymore,” you said at her monotonically before charging at her with your fists first. She’s quick to react, using one of her webs to swing away. It’s clear she doesn’t want to hurt you, each of her movements swift to defend herself, but never going on the offensive side. She could easily take you down if she wanted to. She had been doing this longer than you had and was more skilled than you too. She was going easy on you, desperately trying to show you she didn’t want to fight. But you didn’t care. You had put too much on the line to start to give up now.

The others had taken down their foes long before you had finished with Jess. You could see Gwen running up to you out of the corner of your eye, Ben tied up in a web behind her. You webbed her to the floor before she could get closer to the struggle you and Jess were currently in. You gave Gwen a quick, reassuring nod that she returned before running off to find the others. Once Gwen was out of sight, you quickly attached a web to Jess’ face, and pulled it down into your knee, knocking her glasses off her face and shattering on the floor. With her off her balance, you took the opportunity to try to knock her out. You slammed your fists into her face, one after the other, releasing all of the stress that had accumulated in your body over the past couple of months into her cheeks. You couldn’t see the damage you were doing, blinded by rage and betrayal and your fists blocking out her face. The only thing you could see was the blood splattering off of her face onto yours. You felt a voice in the back of your head begging you to stop. You desperately wanted to, but you had lost control of your body. Jess wasn’t the real person you wanted to hurt here, you already knew who that was. But she was the closest thing you could get to him right now. And if you were being honest with yourself, she wasn’t completely innocent to you either.

In her last desperate attempt to save herself, Jess shoved her forearm in the way of your balled up knuckles, grabbed a piece of shattered glass from her broken frames, and shoved it deep into your chest. Your reign of fury on her face suddenly stopped as pain quickly snapped through your body. You quickly fell to your knees, partially out of shock, and looked down to see the blood spilling out of your chest. As Jess dropped to her knees as well, you could finally get a gauge of the damage you’ve done. You couldn’t tell if the blood loss was making you see things, but her nose looked almost crooked, a dark cut slicing through the middle of it and blood pouring out of both nostrils. Both of her eyes were swollen, not entirely shut but on their way there. You looked down at your hands, the skin on your knuckles broken off and bleeding through the fabric of your suit, blending in with its natural red. They were trembling with a mixture of faded anger and new guilt. I never wanted to hurt her, you kept repeating to yourself in your head, as if it was going to make any difference. Maybe if you thought it hard enough, it would erase your actions. You suddenly flinched when you felt Jessica’s hand cupping your face. You looked up at her, mouth agape. Her soft thumb brushed your face as she stared lovingly at your face. So she did know. That made you feel a little less stupid when you broke down in front of her then and there. You just felt awful. Jess was your friend. Your best friend probably. And look at what you’ve done to her. You couldn’t understand how she managed to still be so soft with you, despite how much you’ve just mutilated her face.

It was ever harder for you to understand how quickly she enveloped you as soon as she saw the tears begin to streak her face. You didn’t deserve this. You should run away. You need to run away. You’re currently bleeding out, and you’re just sitting here, sobbing into the crook of her neck. She’s probably just stalling for time and holding you here until help comes for her. But the longer you sat here the longer you realized…this was just her. It was only Jess here. No help was coming. Jess just wanted to hold you again one last time before letting you run away again. Once you pulled away from her, she wiped away your tears. “Don’t let me catch you,” she whispered into your ear. It was a reminder to you that while she was still holding onto her beliefs, that didn’t mean she ever stopped caring for you. She helped to push you up off of the ground, her hands now covered in your blood. You began to walk away out of the dark alley to look for the others. Before leaving entirely, you turned around to look at Jess, still laying there. “I’ll find you once this is all over. So don’t you dare die on me, okay?” you shouted at her. She gave a simple nod in return, watching as you stumbled out of alley way. While you made the ultimate decision to let her live that day, you still had anger boiling up in your body. Somebody had to pay for all of this. All of this chaos that was about to unleash itself onto the multiverse. And you know exactly who did. And you didn’t intend to show him the same mercy you showed Jess. No. This was a job you intended to finish.

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Thankfully, your chest laceration healed up quicker than expected, allowing you and your teammates to get back on track. Images of your encounter with Jess replayed through your mind for the next couple of weeks. The only other person you told about the details of your brutalization of Jess was Peter B., knowing he would understand with all the hard decisions he’s had to make himself. Gwen and Hobie had also noticed that you were acting a little bit off, but you avoided the subject every time they would bring it up.

Suddenly though, it was happening. The moment you and your team had anticipated for the past couple of weeks. You were awoken by the bright glow of three orange portals opening up, three Spider-Men in each. Your team sprang awake and began to make a run for it. It was no use though, as one by one, each member of your team was separated by a different group of variants, until it was just you, Gwen, and Peter running. While you were running, you felt a hand yank at the hair on the back of your head. You quickly turned around and found Ben Reilly as the culprit. You didn’t hesitate to jump into the air and kick his face, pushing him off of you and onto the floor. As the three of you kept running, your attention was suddenly caught by something else. “Keep your hands off her! That one’s mine!” you heard the familiar voice call out to Ben. A chill went down your spine, as the three of you stopped dead in your tracks. You did it. You finally managed to lure the bat out of his cave. Before you could turn around and find the face that belonged to that deep, alluring voice, you were caught off guard as you felt a body dive into your stomach at full speed, knocking all of the air out of you lungs. The pure force of the dive pushed you and the figure into the brick wall of an abandoned building, crashing into the structure.

Vision and hearing fuzzy from the impact, you heard Gwen scream out your name and begin to start running to you, before her and Peter B. get swept up by their own variants to take care of. Your head throbs in pain as you look around the building, feeling a huge weight on your chest. You look down at the rest of your body to find what’s weighing you down so much. And it’s him. Miguel’s massive body laying on top of you, his head dug into your stomach and arms wrapped around your waist from the dive. You were partially in shock. First of all, from the fact that your first interaction with him in months is him attempting to kill you (although it’d be a lie to say you weren’t thinking similar things). Second, you were still reeling from the blow. And third, the most shocking of all, was that this was arousing you in some way. Despite how much anger you were feeling towards him right now, you still managed to get butterflies in your stomach from how much of him was on top of you right now. He basically enveloped all of the lower half of your body.

Shame and anger filled your body fast as you tried to push him off of you, any attempts in vain though due to how massive he was. He helped you though when he began to stand up, allowing you to get yourself up and dive through his legs as an escape. Just as you made your attempt to run out of the hole in the wall, away from a fight you know you couldn’t win, Miguel’s giant hand wrapped around your forearm. He pulled your body back to face him and slammed his massive fist into your face. Blood spurted out of your nose purely from the impact and you were nearly knocked onto the floor. You grabbed your nose in reaction and looked up at him towering over you, unable to make out his expression from his mask. “You must’ve been thinking about this encounter for a while. Have you been thinking about me, Miggy?” you quipped at him. Usually you spoke playfully with him whenever you were in a good mood with him, but this time it was your one desperate attempt to push down any feelings that would get in the way of you doing what needed to be done. “Don’t feel so flattered cariño. Whatever happens here isn’t personal,” he said in that deep, flirty tone you always found so sexy. But right now all it did was piss you off even more. “Keep telling yourself that if it makes you feel better,” you said, dropping the slight smirk you had on your face. Taking action right away, you charged right at him, ready to do it right this time. You just wished he had his mask off so you could look him dead straight in his crimson eyes as you killed him.

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a/n: i had night shift by lucy dacus on loop while writing the fight with jessica....thats all ill say on the matter. also sorry miguel's barely in this chapter i need to set up plot and shit. ALSO I JUST WANNA PREFACE, MY FIC TAKES PLACE A COUPLE OF MONTHS AFTER ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE SO JESS HAD ALREADY GIVEN BIRTH. I SWEAR Y/N DID NOT JUST BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF A PREGNANT LADY💀💀💀

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fagbearentertainment · 2 years ago

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brf-rumortrackinganon · 4 months ago

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I discovered my best friend is following ARO on Instagram. When I confronted her over this horrific betrayal, she said, “I think I like her now!” My devastation knows no bounds.

I was discussing this with my boss, a fellow royal watcher, and we decided I need to make a PowerPoint presentation, complete with citations (we are lawyers, after all), “shining a light” on MM’s numerous atrocities and proven lies over the years. I thought you would be invaluable in such a venture. Any suggestions to include would be very much appreciated!

Old ask from March 18th

Ok, so I didn't mean to sit on this one for (checks calendar) 6 MONTHS. ohhh, that's worse than I thought. Sorry, anon. Your ask got completely buried.

Anyway. I actually have been keeping a list of Meghan's lies and falsities. I don't remember when I compiled it (I feel like it might've been a 2022 thing) and I forgot I had it for a very long time. We'll probably need to crowd-source some updates to this list.

So buckle up, y'all.

Grew up an only child

Never had relationships with Sam or Tom

Grew up poor eating Sizzler buffets for splurge dinners

Didn't know who Diana was

Didn't know that Diana did Panorama interview

Lied about having a SAG card to be cast in Suits

That she was being written off Suits because she was marrying Harry

Doesn't have any family except Doria

Paid for college herself with student loans

International relations and theatre degrees from Northwestern

Merch tour of Aussie with Jess

Didn't want to serve Archie on a silver platter

Couldn't do a photo call at the hospital after Archie's birth

Wasn't in contact with Oprah

Wasn't working with UK Vogue

Lilac blazers

Couldn't wear the same color as anyone else

Could only wear neutral clothes

Wasn't dressing her child like a Victorian ghost doll

Going to get her UK citizenship

Gave up her Hollywood team

Spectacle wedding for the public

Eloped three days before with the Archbishop of Canterbury

Loves her engagement ring

Received permission from Queen to name her Lilibet

Loves Africa

Loves charity work and philanthropy

Red carpet for wedding

No tabloids in the US

All Americans have a 5am work ethic

Paparazzi chases

Plagiarism

Korean spas as a kid

Collaboration with Scobie on FF

People letter

Archewell donations and income

Family she never had

Gave up everything

IVF twins

Pregnancy announcement not at Eugenie's wedding

Loves kids

Dog too old to fly

Dog hit by car

Couldn't decorate with royal collection

Kate made Meghan cry

Warm friendly relationship with Queen

Best boss ever

She made her own banana bread

Suicidal thoughts night of Cirque du Soleil

Advised by Obamas

Children refused titles because of racism

She refuses children's titles

Pen pals with Hillary Clinton

Witnessed the LA riots

Independent grassroots journalism

Hit the ground running

5'5

worked at the embassy when she only attended a study program

Didn't know she had to curtsy to the Queen

Didn't know how to curtsy

BRF took her passport, car keys

Not allowed to go out unless just for work

Climate change/private jets

Evicted from Frogmore

Royal Family refused to help Meghan with her mental health

That Meghan was silenced

Privacy in LA

Archie was denied 24/7 protection because he wasn't a prince

Family gossip about Archie's skin color

Palace forced Meghan to take her name off Archie's birth certificate

Egg in wedding food

Not allowed to have scents in church

Meghan said the palace was locking up the birth certificate

Angela refused hair trials

Bond girl

Fire in Archie's nursery

Linked, not ranked

Archie too young to fly (summer after his birth)

Lied about her age (to work in Hollywood, narrative since corrected since marrying in)

Belly padding

Bot farms on social media

Miscarriage

Zoom calls with Cambridges during lockdown

Zoom calls with the Queen during lockdown

Flowers on Philip's casket at funeral were from Sussexes

Sussexes were invited to the Beckham wedding

Royal christening for Lili

Lili baptized

Invited to the diplomatic reception before The Queen's funeral

BFF/dog-walking buddies with Jennifer Aniston

Photoshops the children's appearances

Jimmy Fallon interview in Dec 2022

Time 100th Anniversary coverage

Bodyguard 2

she’d have 40 photographers taking pictures when she did Archie’s school run.

Sussexes declined invitation to Westminster wedding

She made the strawberry jam herself

50 jars of jam

"The Bench" was a bestseller

Visiting/staying with Oprah (Oprah was across the country at her father's bedside)

All the times she said she'd be a secret presenter at Hollywood award shows

Uvalde

Can't tailor her clothes to fit because they're from small brands/labels.

#sussexes #time flies meghan lies

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fortheloveofwonderland · 7 months ago

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Midnight | Chapter 22 | S.R

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Summary - Luke refuses to let things go. You and Spencer grow closer after he bares his soul to you.

Pairing - unsub! Spencer Reid / Fem! Reader

Category - dark angst | smut | very eventual happy ending

Warnings - swearing, mentions of cheating, murder, tears, vulnerable Spencer, drinking, past child abuse.

WC - 4.7K

Chapter 22 - Skeleton

“Agent Alvez? There is one more thing you should know…”

Luke hung up the phone and immediately slammed the device on the table in the middle of the layout room at the New York police precinct the BAU were set up in. It was late and they were running on fumes to solve this case.

All eyes were on him and silence flooded the room. He raked his hands through his hair and grumbled under his breath. He trained his eyes down at the table when he spoke.

“Spencer murdered Mary Dalton.” He delivered the news in one quick blow and listened to the collective groans and mumbles from the rest of his team.

“You’re sure?” JJ spoke up, not wanting to believe it.

“That’s what Y/N told McGill.” Luke rubbed his face.

He was beyond exhausted. He hadn’t stopped investigating you and Spencer’s whereabouts for months. A few weeks ago he’d even gone as far as to contact Bennington Sanitarium where Spencer’s mother resided once again after she didn’t get on well in the home in DC he’d put her in. He’d asked them if they ever heard from or saw Spencer to call him immediately.

And then two days ago his phone rang and it was the same woman he’d spoken to at Bennington. She told him Spencer had called to check in on his mom and after Diane got off the phone to her son she’d been excited that he was planning on visiting her in a few days.

Luke was ready to jump on a flight to Vegas immediately but not a half hour later he’d been called in for a case. If he’d thought about it, dashing off to Vegas was no different from when he’d shown up in Colorado, there was no proof that Spencer had done anything and without proof it was simply a wild goose chase.

He needed to get to you, to get you to admit what it was Spencer had done. Without that this crusade of Luke’s was pointless. Thankfully for him, he had a way of getting to you.

Emily had not been on board with Luke’s idea to use Jesse McGill to get information from you. He wasn’t trained for such things, he was just a civilian. But Luke wore her down, badgering her until she agreed simply to shut him up.

Jesse had of course been sceptical about the idea, who wouldn’t be? But Luke was exceptionally persuasive and convinced him it would help you in the long run. And so Jesse had, somewhat reluctantly, hopped on a flight to Vegas this morning.

Under Luke’s instruction he waited outside of Bennington in a hire car for hours until finally you and Spencer had shown up. When you left he followed you to a restaurant and again sat and waited while you ate. Then he’d stalked you to Caesars and watched you and Spencer get in the elevator.

He sat in the hotel lobby for over an hour, not sure what he was supposed to do now. Luke had given him strict directions not to approach Spencer as they perceived him to be dangerous but how was he supposed to get you alone?

His answer came to him when he saw Spencer skulking out of the elevator and out of the front doors. But still he didn’t know where your room was so he couldn’t exactly go up there and even if he did know it would seem extremely suspicious.

Luke had told him to lie to you and say he was in town visiting a friend or something which was all well and good if he just happened to bump into you. But what if you didn’t leave your room? But again, he got lucky when a little while later he saw you exiting the elevator and he proceeded to follow you to the bar.

He did everything Luke told him to do, well except the part where he hooked up with you, that was all him. And he didn’t fill Luke in on that part of the story.

“Did you get anything else out of him?” Rossi spoke up.

Luke exhaled dramatically, lifting his head and looking at his team members.

“Kinda,” Luke’s voice gave way to his exhaustion. “He thinks that Y/N might be pregnant.”

He felt the air leave the room in one split second. The rest of the team exchanged glances with one another, the weight of what that could mean spiralling down around all of them.

For a moment or two there was nothing but silence as they all contemplated this new piece of information and how it affected what they were trying to achieve. The quiet seemed to stretch out for hours but in reality it was only a minute or so before Emily’s voice cut through it.

“It will be a lot harder to form a wedge between them if that’s the case.” She sighed as she spoke.

“I need to go out there.” Luke focused on his unit chief but she was already shaking her head.

“No, I need you here on this case.” Emily reminded him. “Anyway they’ll be long gone before you get there. And it still isn’t proof, Alvez. I’ll call Garcia and fill her in and have her trawl her database for any bodies that have shown up matching Mary’s description. I’ll call Caesars and see if I can get a name they checked in under, any security footage. Once we have proof, we can treat it as a real case, ok?”

Luke felt her gaze heavily boring into him, sternly enough that he knew not to try and fight her on it no matter how much he wanted to. He knew she was right, with no proof there was no case. But that didn’t mean that didn’t piss him off.

He nodded anyway, more to appease her than anything. He would get to the bottom of this and get you away from Spencer one way or another, even if it meant he had to choose between you and his job. You would always win.

***

The silence in the suite was beyond deafening. You and Spencer sat in armchairs on opposite sides of the living room, not making eye contact or saying a single word. The minutes ticked by and with each one the room grew more tense.

Spencer had his head in his hands, fingers threaded deeply in his tangled locks as he tried to reconcile in his head what you’d done.

He thought once he put that real ring on your finger the games would be over, that the two of you could be happy together. He thought he was enough for you, but maybe he never had been. Without looking up he inhaled sharply and spoke for the first time in what felt like hours.

“Did you ever mean it when you said you love me?” He croaked, his voice shallow and hoarse.

Your eyes flicked over to him from where they’d been staring at a random spot on the couch that sat between you.

“Yes.” You swallowed. “At least I think so.”

Spencer chuckled dryly and sat back in the chair, his messy hair falling in his face.

“Just what everyone wants to hear when they ask that question.” He shook his head. “Fine, let me ask you another. Did you think of me, even once, when you were fucking him?”

“I didn’t sleep with him.” You were quick to reply.

“But you didn’t do nothing, right?”

“Right.”

“So did you think of me at all when you were cheating on me?”

“Did you think of me at all when you were out killing without me?” You countered.

“You think that’s the same? You think my going out and murdering a man without you is the same as you cheating on me?” He scoffed. “Don’t try and relieve yourself of blame here, Y/N, they aren’t not the same thing.”

“No.” You shrugged. “I didn’t think of you.”

“What the hell was he even doing here? I mean it’s too much of a coincidence it…fuck.” He suddenly pushed himself up and started pacing. “This has got the BAU written all over it.”

“What?” You frowned at him.

“There is no way he was just conveniently in the same freaking hotel we’re staying at! He met Alvez back in Butte, I bet that fucking mountain moron called him when Mary went missing.” He raised his voice, frantically pacing.

“Why would Luke send Jesse here instead of coming himself?” You stood up too.

“I don’t know. If the team were away on a case or something he wouldn’t have been able to.”

“And how would they know where we are? We’ve been careful Spencer. You’re just poking holes where there don’t need to be any.”

He suddenly stopped pacing, freezing in his tracks and looking at you with an expression you’d never seen from him before.

“Fuck.” He swallowed thickly. “Fuck, it’s my fault.”

“What is?” You frowned at him, feeling a little uneasy.

“I called my mom a few days ago to tell her I was coming to visit. I bet the team had that covered. Fuck, what the hell was I thinking?” He raked his fingers through his hair.

“Even still, Spencer, do you really think Luke would have gotten Jesse to come all the way out here?”

“I have no idea! But it seems more plausible than him just conveniently being here!” He raised his voice. “Did you say anything to him? Did you tell him anything? Or were you too busy fucking him?”

“Again, I didn’t sleep with him.” You stayed calm, refusing to rise to it. “No, what would I have even said?”

You felt your stomach turn with guilt and momentarily thought you might throw up again but thankfully it passed. You desperately tried to keep your expression neutral and not let Spencer see through you but he was so good at that.

He stared at you, looking out for any tiny tick, any small tell that you’d said something you shouldn’t have. He saw it in the way you swallowed deeply, the only sign that you were lying to him.

“What did you tell him?” He clenched his jaw.

“Nothing.” You remained stalwart.

“This isn’t a fucking game, Y/N. I need to know what you said to him.”

“He isn’t reporting back to the BAU, it doesn’t matter what I said.”

“On the very real possibility he is reporting back to the freaking BAU, you need to tell me right this second what you said to him.”

You averted your gaze to the floor and when you did speak, it was so quiet he barely heard you.

“I told him I killed Mary.”

“Excuse me? I can’t hear you.” He stepped in front of you, roughly gripping your jaw and lifting your head to look at him.

“I said,” you felt the fear rising in your chest. “I told him I killed Mary.”

He let go of your jaw again and stepped backwards, regarding you with a curious expression for a moment or two before out of nowhere he started to laugh. It was a maniacal and evil sound, the kind of sound that expressed he had well and truly hit breaking point and had nothing else to do but laugh.

“Oh Jesus fucking Christ.” He fell back to the armchair, laughing and shaking his head. “I knew bringing you along with me was a terrible idea, I knew it but I did it anyway. I should have just killed you, when you found me in the alleyway I should have just killed you then. But I can’t very well kill you now, can I? I'm in love with you, I wouldn’t physically be able to hurt you.

Even though you cheated on me, despite the fact you opened your damn mouth and told that fucking behemoth what you’d done. In spite of the fact you got Alvez on our asses and got him to follow us. You have been nothing but a hindrance to me, killing you would be the easiest option. But I love you too much and that enrages me. Goddammit, Y/N, this is a fucking shit storm.”

“I’m sorry.” You replied meekly. “For everything. I swear it was never my intention to make your life harder.”

He glanced up at you and curled his finger to beckon you closer. You swallowed but followed his command and slowly walked towards him. Once you were close enough, he reached for your wrist and pulled you to sit on one of his thighs.

“I’m sick of fighting with you.” He moved his hand from your wrist to the back of your neck. “All we ever do is fight and make up and then fight some more. I’m tired Y/N, I’m so fucking tired of it all. Can we just skip the argument and go right to the making up part?”

“You’re not mad? About Jesse?” You pouted.

“I’m not happy about it, that’s for sure. But me yelling at you isn’t going to change the fact that it happened. Just answer me one thing, and please be honest with me.” His hold on you was so gentle and so unlike him.

“Ok.”

“Do you want to be with me? Do you want to be married to me? I am giving you an out Y/N. If you don’t want to be with me then you can walk out that door right now and we’ll be done. If that’s what you want. I don’t want you to be with me because you feel like you have to be. So if you don’t then leave now.” As if to prove this point he let go of you entirely, his hands falling to the arms of the chair.

You briefly glanced at the door before looking back at him, a slightly melancholy smile on your lips.

“I love you.” You shrugged simply. “I love you and you are my partner in crime. My partner in life. And I don’t have any intention of going anywhere unless you are right by my side, Spencer Reid.”

Tears welled in his eyes and he inhaled sharply with a soft nod of his head. His hands came back up and cupped your face in them, drawing you slightly closer.

“Thank god.” He sniffed. “Because I don’t think I know how to live without you anymore.”

With that he melted his lips into yours and you gave yourself over to him. Everything else left your mind at that moment in time, Jesse, the BAU potentially chasing you and even the thought you could be pregnant.

The only thing in the world that mattered was Spencer and how his lips felt against yours. You’d tried running from him, from your feelings for him; but there was no hiding.

***

You woke up in the huge, plush four poster bed as light streamed in through the open curtains you’d forgotten to draw last night. You’d spent a long time cuddling in the armchair before the two of you retired to the bedroom and fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms. But this morning you found yourself alone.

You forced yourself out of bed and put on one of the large fleece robes offered by the hotel, wrapping it around your body as you padded from the room.

Spencer was standing at the floor to ceiling windows wearing nothing but a pair of boxers and staring at the street below. He didn’t turn to look at you but you could tell by the way his back straightened that he heard you.

You approached with caution, never knowing what mood you might find him in. You sidled up next to him and stood side by side in silence. He kept his eyes on the strip which even at this time of the morning seemed to be packed with cars and people.

You glanced up at the side of his face and your chest tightened at the tears quietly rolling down his cheeks. He was hugging his arms around his body, hoping that maybe you wouldn’t notice but of course you did.

“Spence?” You spoke softly.

“I want to turn over a new leaf.” He croaked, nodding his head as if encouraging his own words. “With you, with us. And that involves honesty. I need to tell you something that I’ve only ever told one other person before and it’s going to be one of the hardest things I ever do.”

You frowned to yourself and Spencer slowly turned around to face you. The first thing you noticed was the fresh bruise on his stomach, right by the scar you’d given him.

The second thing you noticed was the emptiness in his eyes. It was a kind of sadness you’d never seen before and you already knew whatever Spencer was going to tell you would be big. You’d never seen him so vulnerable before, it was as though his chest was cracked open allowing you to see every inch of him.

“What is it, Spencer? You can tell me anything.”

He closed his eyes for a few long seconds and when he opened them again a new batch of tears started to fall. His guards had well and truly fallen, he was letting you in and once you were in there, there would be no going back. Once he told you this you would be embedded deep within his soul.

He could continue trying to run but at some point it became fruitless. There was no more hiding. It was time for Spencer to confess it all, where his life went so horribly wrong. With a deep, shaky breath he opened his eyes and finally spoke.

“It’s time I told you about my dad.”

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Luke watched the security footage from Caesars Palace on a loop on his tablet well into the early hours of the morning. It hadn’t been hard at all for Emily to procure and along with it they established Spencer had checked in under the name of Jack Waters.

He sat on top of the covers in his hotel room with a glass of Bourbon in one hand the tablet in the other, unable to stop watching the footage. It showed you and Spencer approaching the desk from behind and after checking in and being handed your key cards you both turn and walk towards the camera.

Spencer slotted his hand in yours and as he did so you glanced at him with the sweetest of smiles. You looked genuinely happy and Luke just didn’t understand how that could be possible.

While waiting for the elevators Spencer removed his hand from yours and wrapped his arm protectively around your shoulders, pulling you closer and placing a gentle kiss in your hair. And again you smiled and Luke was sure it was real.

He tried to tell himself it wasn’t jealousy he was feeling although it felt a hell of a lot like it. He focused on the anger, the rage he had at the fact Spencer had dragged you into this. His jealousy wouldn’t help in this instance, even if it did flood every vein in his body.

His envy towards Spencer getting everything Luke had ever wanted was not productive, it wouldn’t help piece together this situation. But his feelings for you were like a shadowy figure always following him around, ready to break him at any second.

Spencer was the one who had achieved Luke’s dreams. He’d married you. He’d possibly even gotten you pregnant. He got to play out Luke’s fantasy life with you. But letting himself succumb to thoughts like that would only cloud his judgement and he needed his focus to be crystal clear right now.

Yet that didn’t stop his mind from wandering, as he watched that footage on a loop for probably the hundredth time.

The first time he’d met you had been emblazoned in his mind all these years, so vivid it could well have been yesterday. The softness of your hand as you shook his, the smile you’d given him that he’d seen so many times over the years but never got any less magical.

He could still hear Phil’s voice in his head as his partner had clamped his hand down on his shoulder while you walked away. He could hear the humour in Phil’s tone as he’d teasingly whispered, “well, someone’s smitten.”

And all this time later nothing had changed except maybe for the fact Luke had probably fallen a little more in love with you with each passing day.

He sipped his drink and hit pause on the tablet. This whole thing was becoming slightly perverse, Garcia had already gone through the footage with a fine tooth comb and there was nothing out of the ordinary, nothing to aid them in any way. All it showed it was two people checking into a hotel and going up to their room…

Luke frowned to himself and quickly tossed the tablet aside, swinging his legs off of the bed as a thought struck him. What goes up must come down, right?

He found his cell phone on the night stand and a quick Google search obtained him the phone number. Before he knew it the device was at his ear and ringing. It rang for a while which was to be expected but finally a male voice sounded down the end of the phone.

“Caesars Palace, how can I help?”

“Uh hi, this is SSA Luke Alvez with the FBI’s Behavioural Analysis Unit. I believe my unit chief called earlier and spoke to someone about your security footage?”

“Uh, ok?” The man sounded rightfully confused.

“I’m going to need to see all of your footage from today. The whole day.”

“Well you would need to submit a request to our security department. I can’t just give out that kind of thing.”

Luke closed his eyes, nodding his head. Of course it wasn’t just that simple. Just because Luke said he was an FBI Agent it didn’t mean he wasn’t lying.

“Right of course.” He tried not to sound too downtrodden. “I’ll have my unit chief send over the request first thing.”

“Thank you. Sorry I couldn’t be of more help, but I’m sure you know how it is.” The man chuckled lightly.

“Yeah, sure. Thanks for your time.” Luke grinded his teeth and hung up the phone.

He checked the time, it was rapidly ebbing towards five am. Even if he fell asleep straight away he’d only get an hour or so rest.

With a sigh he picked his drink up and settled back against the pillows. He retrieved the tablet and hit play again.

There was no rest for the wicked after all.

***

At some point the two of you had gravitated towards the couch while Spencer spilled his guts to you about the abuse he suffered at the hands of his father. He cried more tears than you thought was physically possible during the course of his harrowing story which culminated tonight in him murdering his tormentor.

You stayed silent throughout, not wanting to interrupt his flow or cause him to clam up. It was clear to you how much he needed to get this off of his chest, how he probably had done for years now. And so you offered him your undivided attention and absorbed every single word he imparted on you even though it broke your own heart to hear the horror he’d had to live through.

“So, uh, yeah. I came to Vegas to kill my father and that’s where I was last night.” He croaked, his tears finally seeming to stop.

“Spencer,” you chewed on your lip. “I don’t even know what to say other than I am so, so sorry you had to go through that.”

“T-thanks.” He stuttered, nodding his head stiffly.

You surprised him when you gently reached out and took him by the arm, pulling him closer to you on the couch until his head was resting on your chest. You wrapped him in your arms and placed soft kisses in his messy hair.

The small display of comfort caused more tears to dislodge even though he didn’t think it was possible. You held him as though he was made of glass, which he supposed at that moment he might as well have been.

A weight had lifted from his shoulders, one he’d carried around for over thirty years. He’d gotten used to it by now, the way it dragged him down a little more day by day. Killing his father had helped alleviate the load. But it was in being open with you and finally letting someone else aid him in carrying that burden that enabled him to feel free.

He should have known if there was anyone who would understand what he’d been through and not judge him because of it, it would be you. And now he’d allowed you to know this part of him, he felt closer to you than ever.

You now knew him better than anyone, you knew him at his most vulnerable. He’d let you get a glimpse into his soul and what surprised him the most was how relieved he felt because of it.

William had destroyed his trust in people but you had single handedly pieced it back together. You’d breathed air into his lungs when he felt like he’d been starved of oxygen since he was eight years old. He felt extremely raw, barely skin and bones splayed open in front of you.

But he knew now that even his deepest darkest secret wasn’t going to scare you away. Even as nothing more than a skeletal form wide open in front of you, you loved him. You loved the bones of him.

Skin and bones, vulnerable,

Crack my ribs and make me whole.

Come and breathe the air into my lungs,

I just wanna be your skeleton.

A silhouette is following,

Just waiting to break me down.

I had it good, that's what I get,

I guess that it's my turn now.

Cut the wires, tangled, twisted,

To find me again.

Fracture, break me into pieces,

'Til all that I am,

Skin and bones, vulnerable,

Crack my ribs and make me whole.

Come and breathe the air into my lungs,

I just wanna be your skeleton.

Fix my head, stitch my soul,

Find out where it all went wrong.

Come and breathe the air into my lungs,

I just wanna be your skeleton.

Skeleton.

A blinding pain behind my eyes,

Is covering up the truth.

Inside my brain's a parasite,

It's telling me what to do.

Feeding on my happiness,

Like I never deserved it at all.

(I never deserved it at all).

Feeling like a pessimist,

When I just wanna laugh through it all.

(To laugh through it all).

Skin and bones, vulnerable,

Crack my ribs and make me whole.

Come and breathe the air into my lungs,

I just wanna be your skeleton.

Fix my head, stitch my soul,

Find out where it all went wrong.

Come and breathe the air into my lungs,

I just wanna be your skeleton.

Skeleton.

I project pain with the frame that I maintain,

Pulling on chains, wanna break what I can't change.

All that rage put away in my ribcage,

Comes out in stages, how could I stage this?

Bending over 'til you break your back for this,

Go 'head and crack my ribs, and take my oxygen.

I'm damned if I do or I don't, I'm breaking my bones,

Can't make it alone, no.

Making such a mess (hey), it's getting permanently,

Painted in my head (hey), and there's no going back.

So love me like I'm dead (hey), until there's nothing left (hey),

And watch me decompose (hey), 'til I'm,

Skin and bones, vulnerable,

Crack my ribs and make me whole.

Come and breathe the air into my lungs,

I just wanna be your skeleton.

Fix my head, stitch my soul,

Find out where it all went wrong.

Come and breathe the air into my lungs,

I just wanna be your skeleton.

Skeleton.

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queen-of-reptiles · 1 year ago

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description: In which one of Chelsea's defenders is sick of losing to her girlfriend and her girlfriend is sick of being blocked by her own lover...

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athenea del castillo x female reader

disclaimer: I am in now way saying athenea is bi-sexual or lesbian, this is all fiction

warnings: language, bad google translation, angst, also just fluff

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y/n huffed out a breath, begging for the half time whistle to blow as she chased down her girlfriend, quickly shoulder checking her from the ball.

Athenea rolls down, crying out in annoyance as y/n sends a quick pass to Niamh, watching as her team quickly work, Sam managing to sneak a goal just before the whistle blew.

y/n threw her hands up, cheering as Jess jumped on her back, yelling about her pass to Niamh. Emma sent y/n a thumbs up and a nod, the blonde manager the only one to know about her and Athenea, other than y/n's best friends Millie Bright and Rachel Daly.

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y/n hadn't been able to sleep the night prior to this, nerves of facing her girlfriend for the first time since the world cup final haunted her. She was sat in the hotel garden, looking out when Emma saw her from her room.

The manager had gone down to tell her defender off, knowing how important the girl was defensively and with her set pieces, but stopped when she heard the girl speaking a language she didn't even know she could.

"Ambos somos demasiado leales para nuestro propio amor y no quiero que eso nos haga daño a largo plazo." She had whispered to her girlfriend, phone in her hand.

We are both too loyal for our own good love, and I don't want it to hurt us in the long run.

"Estaremos bien, sol, siempre lo estaremos." Athenea had promised her.

We'll be alright sunshine, we always are.

"Yeah, well. I'd much rather see you in a Chelsea shirt tomorrow." y/n had huffed to her girlfriend who let out a light laugh.

"Vamos Real Madrid." Athenea hummed and y/n chuckled.

"You Del Castillo are a fool if you think you will get past Chelsea." y/n chuckled.

"Si soy un tonto. Soy tu tonto." Athenea hummed.

If I am a fool, I am your fool.

"Será mejor que nos vayamos a la cama mi amor." y/n sighed into the phone.

We best get to bed, my love.

"Te veré mañana, te amo." Athenea had hummed.

I will see you tomorrow, I love you.

"Te amo." y/n had repeated.

I love you

Then the phone was off and y/n was once again left alone, or so she thought as she wondered why they were still hiding their love from the world.

"I didn't know you could speak Spanish." Emma stated and y/n froze, she turned and winced at her manager, sending her a sheepish wave.

Emma sighed, any annoyance at the 22 year old for being out of bed late left her when she had heard how heartbroken the girl sounded on the phone to her lover.

"How long?" Emma asked, nodding at the phone.

"Since we were 17." y/n answered her, not bothering to hide it now.

"5 years?" Emma asked in shock and y/n nodded. "No one knew for five years?" She asked again.

"Our families do, yeah, and Millie and Rachel on my side know. But that is it." y/n hummed.

"Why didn't you tell anyone?" Emma had asked confused.

"Because all people do is make up stories, rumours they can't do that to a relationship they don't know exists." y/n explained and Emma nodded.

"So, you lost to her at the world cup." Emma said. "Will you lose tomorrow?" She asked.

"No, not tomorrow. Vamos Chelsea." y/n had grinned at her manager who clapped her on the back.

"Come on kid, get some sleep." Emma hummed and the girl mock saluted and waddled away, leaving Emma shaking her head.

"5 years." She whispered incredulously as she followed the player inside.

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Now, in game, with Emma's thumbs up, y/n knew she had done a good job. 2-1 up before half time and potential to extend that lead as they walked toward the tunnel.

Sam jumped onto y/n's back, smiling from her goal as she pinched y/n's cheek, Millie, currently unplaying, telling her to stop annoying the younger girl.

"Surprise mother fucker." y/n suddenly said, spinning wildly as Sam screamed in shock, the defender stopped and Sam jumped off, only to crash to the floor dizzy.

The locker-room erupted in laughter at the star striker who pouted as the defender helped her up and they waited for Emma and their team talk.

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Ten minutes into the second half, something was clear. And that was that Athenea was gunning for her secret girlfriend. Any time y/n had the ball, Athenea would be over her, and not always in-line with the rules.

Chelsea currently had a corner, and as per set piece request, y/n waited patiently just outside the box, Athenea noticed her, looking back at Jess Carter and Niamh Charles who were still holding the back line.

Athenea ran forward, jostling her shoulder into y/n's back slightly, but the Chelsea player huffed and pushed her weight back, causing a small shoving fit to happen.

y/n let out a shout of annoyance at the ref, who seemed to finally notice the predicament. However, Athenea hadn't and shoved again, y/n rolled her eyes and keeled forward.

It was dramatic, y/n knew so, it was hard to knock her down, but as soon as she hit the grass the whistle was blown and a bright yellow card shown in her girlfriend's direction.

Athenea let out an annoyed call, but stalked away when the ref glared. The corner was finally taken, it bounced from a defender's head straight to the feet of y/n and she fired.

The ball seemed to ricochet at the back of the net as Athenea let out a curse in Spanish, but y/n ignored it as she raced to Sam and threw herself at her, the Australian catching her as she cheered.

It was y/n's tenth goal for Chelsea in one year and y/n cheered at the small amount of Chelsea fans who had followed them to Spain. She kissed her badge as she walked back, high fiving Jess and Niamh as she sent a thumbs up to Ann in goal.

The next fifteen minutes were filled with rough tackles and fast plays, y/n almost losing a limb at one point she felt. She could see Emma discussing about taking her off and as they lined up to another Chelsea corner, she wanted to make a difference.

Sam had directed her into the box this time, Niamh on the outside if needed. Athenea had followed and the two began jostling, the corner was taken, and before anyone could blink, it had bounced off y/n's head and into the net.

"Holy shit!" y/n yelled chasing after Sam who was screaming as well.

Athenea let out another curse, her team now 4-1 down and as they walked back, her girlfriend grinning made it worse. Play restarted and as minutes ticked by, the 78th minute almost done, Athenea ran at the goal.

y/n let out a sigh and chased after, making the decision and sliding down, her feet kicking the ball as Athenea fell on top of her. The Spanish lady groaned and stood up, shouting in annoyance.

"She got the ball, she got the ball." The ref denies and Athenea turns to shoulder barge y/n, but the English girl beats her too it and essentially shoulder checks her onto the ground.

"There's your foul." y/n hissed and Jess immediately pulled her away as a yellow was show in her direction. She was pulled off after, Emma telling her she was lucky it wasn't a red.

The game ended the way she left it. 4-1. And even though they had won, y/n was not in any way happy. Millie had wrapped her in a hug, knowing the upset that was coursing through her veins.

y/n went around, shaking a few players hands, conversing in their native language which shocked them. Finally she approached Athenea.

"Buen juego" y/n said, holding her hand out.

good game

Athenea looked like she was about to cry but y/n knew her well enough to know it wasn't about the game. She and Athenea were both loyal to a fault to their clubs, their countries, but they had never been like that.

They had known each other so long, understood so much of each other and yet were still learning things everyday and in that moment, the crowd, the game, the world no longer mattered, only their relationship.

"Lo siento, estaba tan enojada, y yo ..." Athenea began, but y/n hushed her.

I am so sorry, I just was so angry and I...

"It's okay. It's okay. I was an asshole too Thea." y/n promises, the nickname slipping from her lips before she had registered.

Athenea had always wondered what people would say if they were to find out about the two. They had been hidden for so long now, it seemed almost laughable.

"Lo siento." y/n repeated, holding her hand out.

Athenea had another idea however and tugged the taller girl in for a hug, the two hugging rather tightly as all their teams paused in shock.

Sam leaned over to Millie, the blonde not looking surprised like everyone else, she looked over to her manager who just continued talking with the Real Madrid Manager the two clearly aware also.

"That doesn't look like competitors." Sam says to Millie as the two pull away.

"Ya no me importa esconderme más." Athenea whispers to her lover, the girl watching her.

I do not care for hiding no more.

"Promise?" y/n asked and Athenea nodded and y/n grinned, leaning down to place a long kiss on her lover's lips.

It was almost comical, the reaction of shouts from the players and fans, trying to grasp what was going on as the two pulled away, swarmed by blue and white shirts.

"Ay!" Athenea called, her voice sharp as her team shut up.

"Yes, Athenea and I are together, no we didn't feel the need to share it." y/n explains as Sam stutters.

"How long?" Lauren asks confused and scratching her head.

"5 years." Athenea shrugs and once again it chaos descends.

"Surprise?" y/n says to them, before she grabs her girlfriend and runs off down the tunnel.

"Motherfucker!" Sam says before the group chase after.

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added a lil creative liberty and lengthened the time they had been dating to extend thy drama!

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also this was supposed to be up last night but ya girl went out and got drunk lmaoooo ! xx

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tvshowscouples · 3 months ago

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If you love Chase&Cameron (House M.D.) and you want reblog or like,this is the link of my reblog couples :)

thank you!

#chameron #chase and cameron #cameron and chase #robert chase #jesse spencer #jennifer morrison #house md #chase x cameron #cameron x chase #team chameron #allison cameron

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all-pacas · 2 months ago

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a post about ages that quickly got out of hand

so in house's head 13 says she wasn't born in when a movie came out in 1980, meaning she isn't older than 28 years old. in reality, olivia wilde was 24 at the time, but that's way too young for thirteen: we don't have a Chase Problem, where 13 has had a million subspecialties and needs to be older to account for them, but most people don't actually finish med school until they're 28.

if we assume 13 is doing the normal fellowship thing — that this is her first post after finishing her residency — then she could be 28. that would put her as the same age as kutner (who actually has the opposite problem: kal penn is actually a few years older, but kutner is explicitly 28 when he dies), which kind of fits nicely.

foreman, cameron, park, adams, and taub's ages are never stated. in foreman and taub's cases, we can probably assume they're the same ages as their actors; probably the same for park. adams and cameron, i think, both get the chase/thirteen treatment of being quietly aged up a few years:

omar epps was born in 1973, making foreman 31 in s1, which seems about right for finishing his neurologist training.

chase says he's 30 in s2, making him 29 in s1 (born 1975). (house says he's 26 in s1, which was jesse spencer's age, but the show seems to have realized its mistake, thus the pointed "i am 30" line.)

cameron has a line where she tells a patient the others on the team are older than her. however, jennifer morrison was born in 1979, making her 25 in s1, which is again too young. let's say cameron is 28 in s1, born in 1976. EDIT: Anon pointed out given her training, she really can't be younger than 30 in S1.

for 13 and kutner to be 28 in s4, they both would have been born in 1980/1981.

peter jacobson, and probably taub, was born in 1965, making him 42 in s4.

masters is said to be 29, despite her prodigy status (mostly because she got a few degrees before starting med school).

charlyne li was 26 when they were cast as park. in this case, park doesn't need to be aged up: she's explicitly said to still be a resident when house gets her, so her age works.

adams, however, suffers from extreme Chase Problems: she was 27 when cast, but adams has not only finished medical school and all her training, but also has been working in the prison system for a while. she has to at least be thirty, realistically. i'd honestly put her as a couple years older.

for contrast, wilson starts s1 at 38 years old, cuddy at a wildly implausible but stated 36, and house at 45.

so, just for fun and because this post is rotting my brain, if you lined everyone up in 2004, sometime during the pilot:

HOUSE: 45 WILSON: 38 TAUB: 38 CUDDY: 36 FOREMAN: 31 CHASE: 29 CAMERON: 28 30 KUTNER: 24 THIRTEEN: 24 ADAMS: 22 MASTERS: 22 PARK: 18

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sequinsmile-x · 4 days ago

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Keep My Hand in Yours

A quiet Saturday morning goes wrong, and the team finding out about her relationship with Aaron is the least of Emily's concerns.

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Hi besties <3

It feels absolutely wild to say that this fic takes me over 2.5 million words of fanfic. 2.5 million words of Hotchniss!!

I'm cooking up a fic to celebrate the milestone (y'all know I love a milestone...I'm a water sign, I'm emotional haha) but for now I just want to say I appreciate every single one of you and all of the comments/kudos etc that you leave on my fics. It truly means the world and I love this little corner of the internet.

As always, let me know what you think <3

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Warnings: mild peril, canon typical violence

Words: 4.8k

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Emily wakes up slowly, drawn from sleep by a hand skating up and down her back, warm and newly familiar calluses chased by shivers they created on her bare skin. She groans and buries her face in her pillow, blindly hitting out at Aaron as he chuckles at her.

“Good morning to you too.”

She opens one eye and looks at him, fighting a losing battle against a smile as he captures her hand and kisses her knuckles, “Morning,” she replies, furrowing her brow when she sees he’s dressed in a pair of jeans and a polo shirt she knew had been in her closet, “Where are you going?”

Aaron smiles and leans in to kiss her, his lips stamped against her cheek and then her lips as she turns her head to capture them, “I was going to make you breakfast, but you don’t have any eggs.”

She grumbles and wraps her arm around his neck, pulling him and the warmth that seemed to follow him like a shadow closer to her, “I don’t need breakfast,” she mumbles, kissing him again, “I need you to get back in bed.”

“I’ll only be gone for 30 minutes,” He laughs and pushes some of her hair out of her face. He runs his knuckles down her cheek, the impossible softness of her skin making his chest tight just like it always did. She was everything he always knew she’d be and more, and the four short weeks they’d been together had been worth every painful thing he’d been through to get to her, to them. He swallows thickly to push back down the three words they hadn’t exchanged yet, “Then I’ll come back and cook you breakfast, and then I’ll get back into bed with you.”

She hums, “What time do you have to get back to Jack?”

“He’s with Jess and Roy this weekend,” he says, “So I can stay as long as you’ll have me.”

Emily’s cheeks ache with the smile that spreads across her face, love for him warming her from the inside out, threatening to spill out of her in the safety of her bedroom and his embrace. He’d become her safe space when she came home from Paris, had been the one person who truly understood what it was to put yourself back together after you’d been so brutally torn apart. Bit by bit, all the feelings she’d felt for him, everything she’d stuffed down into the deepest parts of herself ever since Foyet had attacked him, started to make themselves known. She’d loved him for a lot longer than the four weeks she’d had him, had wanted to kiss him years before she’d leant forward one evening in his apartment and stamped her lips against his.

It was early days still, she knew that, but she also knew that this was it, that he was it. With anyone else, she’s sure it would terrify her, that it would have her running as far away as possible, but with Aaron all she wanted to do was run with him. To grab his hand and go wherever life led them both.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Agent Hotchner,” she replies, stamping her lips against his before she lets him go, “You and I both know I’d keep you here forever.”

“And we both know I’d stay,” he smiles at her, and she can’t help but cup his cheek again, her thumb pressed into his dimple as she drags him in for one last kiss, “I should go.”

She hums and wraps her arms around her pillow again, “Don’t be surprised if I fall asleep before you get back.”

He watches as she settles back down, her eyes drifting shut as she sighs contentedly. He’d always known she was beautiful, even when he was still married to Haley. When he looked back on it, he knew it was part of the reason he’d been so cold to her at first. His attraction to her something that poured gasoline on the fire of his mistrust of her, guilt sparking in his gut every time her smile made his chest warm or her laugh had him suppressing a smile. He’d always known she was beautiful, but she’d never been as beautiful as this - laying in her bed, her hair a mess and her face free of make-up. It felt like a privilege, something he wasn’t entirely sure he deserved.

He chuckles as he stands up, “I wouldn’t expect anything else, sweetheart.”

“Shush,” she says, pulling the covers tighter around her shoulders, her smile pressed against them as she breathes in his scent, “I’m sleeping.”

She’s asleep again before he leaves the apartment, lulled to sleep by the residual warmth and safety he’d left behind. She slips in and out of slumber, and finally gets out of bed when she can’t settle any more. She frowns when she sees the time and realises Aaron has been gone for close to an hour, and it makes concern flicker in her gut. She gets out of bed and slips his shirt over her head and walks into the kitchen to get her phone to call him. She furrows her brow when she hears sirens outside, but ignores them as she tries to call Aaron, her concern getting worse when it rings twice before going to voicemail.

She blows out a breath and tells herself that she’s overreacting, that he’s likely at the cashier and paying, that he’d got distracted by picking out flowers for her as he had before. She settles onto the couch and picks up the remote, smiling to herself when she switches it on and sees the local news. She wasn’t one for watching it herself, she thought that there was enough doom and gloom in her life because of her job, but Aaron watched it all the time. She’s about to change the channel, to find one of the reality shows she secretly loves, when the rolling bulletin across the bottom of the screen catches her attention.

Breaking News: Local convenience store held hostage, one known gunman inside.

Time slows down around her, the air thick as she struggles to suck in a breath as she waits for the anchor to say something, to make her feel stupid for worrying and immediately thinking the worst by saying it was a store way across town. When they discuss the story, when they say it’s the store she knows Aaron has gone to, she feels nauseous, her stomach rolling with it as she scrambles for her phone.

He was just going to buy eggs. He was making her breakfast. He was just buying eggs so his gun was still in her safe.

Her thumb lingers over Penelope’s contact in her phone. She knows if she sounds the alarm, if she calls her and asks her to contact everyone else, that she’ll be doing more than letting them know Aaron is in danger. She’ll be letting them know about the relationship none of them knew about yet. They were planning on telling the team soon. Dave was hosting everyone for dinner in a week and that felt like the perfect time, mutual ground to explain to their friends that they were together now.

She shakes off the thought and calls Penelope, knowing she’d much rather deal with all of their questions by herself rather than not have their help.

“Peaches, what are you doing calling so early on a Saturday?”

She blows out a breath and heads towards her bedroom, her phone sandwiched between her ear and her shoulder as she starts to get changed, “Pen, hi. Something’s happened to Hotch.”

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He spends too long looking at flowers.

He eventually settles on sunflowers, even though he’d bought them for her before, because he knows they are safe for Sergio. The cat may not exactly be his friend, but Emily loved him and therefore Aaron did too. Even if that love was returned in the form of scratches on his chest and two torn-up silk ties.

He’s looking at the eggs when he hears it, when there’s a commotion at the front of the store that distracts him. There’s a scream followed by shouting, but he’s barely able to register what’s happening, barely able to think about the fact he’d left the apartment to simply buy some eggs, when there’s a man standing at the end of the aisle waving a gun around, pointing it at him as he demands Aaron comes to the front of the store with everyone else.

Aaron’s belt feels heavy, the absence of his gun almost weighing him down as he puts his hands up, the carton of eggs and the flowers hitting the floor, and does as he’s told.

This couldn’t be the way he went out, not after everything. He wasn’t going to die in a strange twist of fate after everything he’d survived. He wasn’t going to leave his son without any parents.

And he wasn’t going to die before he told the love of his life how he felt about her, the words he wished he’d said as he left her less than an hour ago heavy on his tongue.

He was going to live, because, for the first time in a long time, he had so much to live for.

He sits on the ground with the other people unfortunate enough to be in the store just at the wrong time, and he jumps when his phone rings, the sound cutting through the forced silence they are all in.

“Give me the phone,” the gunman demands, and Aaron nods and swallows thickly as he hands it over, Emily’s name and picture staring up at him for only a second before the man pointing a gun at him drops it to the floor and stands on it, the call coming to an abrupt end as the screen cracks. Aaron watches the man carefully, his focus on his shaking hands, wide eyes, and uncovered face. It seemed like this was done on a whim, in a fit of rage for one reason or another, and that it was unlikely he had an exit plan. “If everyone listens to me, no one has to get hurt.”

Aaron had done his job long enough to know that wasn’t true.

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She flashes her badge when she arrives at the scene. She takes a deep breath as she steps past the barricade and does her best to slip into Agent Prentiss mode, to remind herself she wasn’t here as a girlfriend worried about her boyfriend. She stares at the store, at the place she’d gone to countless times, and wonders how yet another place she’d gone to without thinking had now been marred by violence, how she’d ever walk through the aisles looking for whatever she wanted for dinner without thinking about the fact Aaron had been in danger there.

“Bella.”

She turns and sees Dave, Derek and JJ behind her, and she walks towards them, forcing a smile on her face she knows they’ll see through, “Did you guys all carpool or something?”

Derek shakes his head, “We just all got here. Reid is on his way. Garcia has gone to the office, she said she’d be more use there.”

Emily nods, her gaze drifting back to the store behind them and the temporary command centre the local cops had set up, “Good, that’s good.”

“How did you know Aaron was in there anyway?” Dave asks, and Emily closes her eyes and blows out a breath before she turns to look at them, ready to give the answer she was sure would only create more questions.

“Well-”

“This store is significantly closer to your place Emily than it is to Hotch’s,” Spencer says, appearing behind everyone else, his eyebrows furrowed as he says what the others hadn’t realised yet, “There are three convenience stores and two grocery stores between here and his apartment.”

She sighs as she watches the moment it clicks for everyone else, sees the mix of emotions that pass over their faces as they realise what she and Aaron had kept hidden from them.

“Well I’ll be damned,” Dave says, shaking his head as he smiles at her, a spark in his eyes that infuriates her given the circumstances. They fall into silence, all of them just waiting for someone to say something first.

“What’s happening?” Spencer asks, his brow furrowed as he looks back and forth between Emily and the rest of them.

“Hotch was at Emily’s place, Spence,” JJ says, patting him on the shoulder, her lips pressed together when he just looks more confused.

“What? Why?”

“Well,” JJ says, flicking her eyes to Emily’s, “When a man and a woman love each other very much-”

“Can we stop please?” Emily says, crossing her arms over her chest, “Yes, Aaron was at mine,” she clears her throat, “We’re together.”

Derek furrows his brow, “How long has this been going on?”

“A month,” she replies, “And I’m sure you have questions-”

“Damn right we have questions,” Derek replies, his jaw tight with anger that only serves to make her angry.

“And we’ll answer them,” she huffs out a breath, “Most of them. But for now can we please focus on getting him out of there?”

The reality of where they were, of why they were here on a Saturday morning, seems to sink back in and they all nod. Derek’s shoulders loosen and he swallows thickly, his irritation and mistrust still painted all over his face.

“Have you spoken to anyone yet?”

She shakes her head, “I got here just before you.”

“Then we’d better get going.”

Dave takes charge and talks to the local cops, something she’s grateful for when they ask why the FBI are interested in a case like this, sure that her response would have been a lot more forceful than his calm ‘one of our own is in there’. They find out the gunman, Neil West, is an ex-employee of the store, and that his ex-girlfriend is the cashier currently in there. Penelope pulls his history - a story of stalking and assault charges that turn Emily’s stomach - and makes her more nervous. She’s sure West doesn’t have a plan, that he’s devolving as they just stand there outside unable to do anything, and it makes her feel sick, any pretence that she’s just here as an agent, as a member of Aaron’s team, disappearing by the second.

The team spreads out, all of them helping the cops in whatever way they can. Emily feels frozen, the three words she couldn’t say earlier stuck in her throat, her lungs full of what felt like cowardice how she was faced with the thought that she may not get the chance to tell him that she loves him.

“Why didn’t you tell anyone?”

She sighs, “Derek-”

“Secrets never end up being good for any of us,” he says, shaking his head as he looks at her, “Especially yours.”

She scoffs in disbelief, a humourless laugh sticking in her throat, “You have got to be kidding me,” she shakes her head, “You’re not equating my relationship with Aaron to…” she swallows thickly, her jaw tight as she holds back everything she wants to say, sure if she started she wouldn’t stop, “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Because you two didn’t tell us anything.”

“It’s been a month, Derek,” she says, “A month. We wanted to know where we stood with everything before we got everyone involved.”

“And that took a month?”

“No, it took me maybe a few minutes to realise that I’m in love with him, but-”

Derek’s frown slips away as he cuts her off, “You’re in love with him?”

Before she can answer, before she can even catch up with what she’s unintentionally said outloud, a gunshot rings out from inside the store. It feels like time stands still, like she’s underwater and she can’t hear anything apart from the echo of the gunshot in her head. She tries to move forward, tries to get to him but she can’t, like she’s frozen in place. Everything around her speeds back up and she realises Derek’s arm is around her middle, that he’s holding her so tightly her feet are no longer on the floor.

“Derek, let me go.”

“I can’t princess, I’m sorry,” he says, holding her tighter as police storm the building, “We both know he wouldn’t want me to.”

She stops fighting against him because she can’t anymore, all of her energy thrown into not crying, into not letting the pre-emptive grief settle into her chest, because if someone in there had got themselves shot trying to be a hero it would be Aaron. Stupid, loving, considerate, Aaron. It feels like a lifetime passes before they hear anything, every possibility playing out in front of her in a mix of static and vivid technicolour as she thinks of her life with and without him, fractures of everything that could and might not be slotting together until she feels nauseous. She feels stupid for letting herself get carried away with the thought of a future with him, for letting herself think for one minute that she’d be able to hold on to him. She’d never been able to keep anything good for long.

When she eventually hears the crackle of the radio of a nearby cop she sucks in a breath preparing herself for the worst because life had never been too kind to her.

“We need a medic for a gunshot wound to the gunman’s shoulder. All hostages are on their way out now.”

The relief almost makes her knees give out, and she’s sure if Derek still hadn’t been holding her they would have, that she would have collapsed under the weight of it. He doesn’t let her go until the doors open, until Aaron is in sight. She runs towards him, her heart in her throat when she sees a cut on his forehead, and she throws her arms around him, not thinking about the team just a few feet behind them.

“You were gone a lot longer than 30 minutes,” she says, her throat tight as she pulls back to look at him, her eyes fixed on the cut on his head. She reaches out to touch it but stops short of doing so, worried she’d hurt him as her brain catches up with her.

“Sorry,” he replies, catching her hand and kissing her knuckles, “Time got away from me.”

She laughs humourlessly and leans forward to kiss him, her hand on his cheek as she holds him in place, “Aaron…”

She almost says it, almost admits that she loves him here and now, but she stops herself because she wants it to be something just for them. Not something that one of their friends or a stranger could overhear. They had so little that was just theirs, and now their friends knew about their relationship they’d have even less, so she wanted this to just be for them.

“I know,” he replies, because he did, his own confession heavy on his tongue before he swallows it down, and he stamps his lips against hers before he pulls back, “I’m okay.”

She looks at his forehead again, “What happened?”

“He was devolving, kept waving his gun at his ex-girlfriend and I saw where it was going,” he clears his throat and looks over at the team, their gaze burning into his side, before he looks back at her, “So I did what I had to do.”

She shakes her head, “You disarmed him.”

He brushes some of her hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear, “I did what I had to do. He hit me with the gun before I took it from him,” he repeats, “You’d have done the same thing.”

She sighs, because she knows he’s right, “We need to get you checked out,” she says, linking her fingers through his and leading him towards the medics. He opens his mouth to argue, to tell her that he’s fine, but she raises an eyebrow at him, “No arguing. You’re getting that looked at.”

“Okay, sweetheart,” he says, squeezing her hand, her residual panic following her like a perfume, the scent of it clinging to her skin in a way he knew it would for days, “I’ll let them look at me,” he looks back over at their friends, at the way they weren’t even trying to hide the fact they were staring at them, “I take it that they know.”

She hums, “Thanks to Reid and his strange amount of knowledge about all the places you can buy groceries between here and your place they figured it out pretty quickly.”

“I’m sorry you had to deal with that by yourself.”

“They weren’t too bad,” she replies, smiling when he raises an eyebrow at her. She wants to talk to him about Derek, to find out if there is more to know about his poorly hidden comments about her and Ian, but she doesn’t want to talk about it now, not when they’d had such a hard day already. She smiles at him and leans in to kiss him, her lips catching the corner of his mouth, and they both know it’s more for their audience than either of them, “Now we know you’re okay they probably won’t hold back.”

He winks at her, “Bring it on.”

She doesn’t leave his side when he’s being checked over, listening intently to the paramedic’s advice like neither one of them had never taken a blow to the head before. Once he’s bandaged up, and she’s assured more than once that he doesn’t need to go to the hospital, she finally feels more relaxed, her hand still wrapped in his as they walk towards the rest of the team.

“Oh god,” he says, turning back to look at the store that was now cordoned off, “I need to go back in.”

“Honey, it’s a crime scene,” she says, squeezing his hand, “You can’t go back.”

“But I didn’t get the eggs, we have nothing for breakfast.”

She rolls her eyes at him, because of course he was worried about the eggs when if things had been different he could died, “Aaron-”

“I have a solution for that,” Dave says, a grin on his face that makes Emily glare at him, something that only seems to encourage him, “Why don’t we all go out for breakfast? My treat.”

“That sounds like a great idea,” JJ says, pulling her phone out of her pocket, “I’ll let Pen know, she can join us.”

“Oh god,” Emily says, turning her head and pressing her forehead against Aaron’s shoulder, “We’re never going to hear the end of this.”

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“That wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.”

Emily chuckles at Aaron as she closes her front door behind them, “It wasn’t bad for you,” she says, her hand on his back as she slips past him, “But Pen asked me a lot of questions about our sex life when we went to the bathroom.”

His eyes go wide, and the embarrassment that tinges his skin pink only makes the white bandage on his forehead stand out even more, “What?”

She smiles and wraps her arms around him, tugging him and his warmth closer. She basks in it, soaks it all in because for a moment today, she thought she’d lost it forever, and she leans in to kiss him.

“If it makes you feel better,” she says, kissing him again, “I was very complimentary.”

“Oddly, sweetheart, that doesn’t make me feel better,” he grumbles, unable to fight his smile when she looks up at him, her teeth sinking into her lower lip, “How complimentary?”

“Oh very complimentary,” she says, running her fingers through his hair, her nails scratching lightly at his scalp as her eyes flick to his forehead, “Do you need any painkillers or anything?”

He shakes his head and stamps his lips against hers, “I’m fine, I promise.”

She nods, not entirely sure she believes him, and she reaches for his hand, “Let’s go sit down.”

She sinks into his side the moment they settle onto the couch. She wraps both of her arms around one of his and holds it to her chest, and she rests her cheek on his shoulder, her eyes drifting closed as she breathes him in. She tries to commit it all to memory - all the things she may have taken for granted even just this morning. The press of his skin against hers. The scent of his cologne. The warmth that she never wanted to live without. He knows what she’s doing, because he knows he’d been doing the same earlier. Desperately trying to remember what she sounded like when she first woke up, or how she felt pressed against him just like this - idle moments of beautiful normality he once thought he’d never get again.

“I really am okay, Em,” he says, hooking his finger under her chin and making her look up at him, “I promise.”

She smiles tightly, “I know…” she says, swallowing thickly, “I know you are, but earlier…” she shakes her head at herself as she chokes back tears she refuses to shed, “I didn’t know you would be,” her smile trembles, “I was scared.”

He cups her cheek and pulls her close, the bandage on his forehead rubbing against her skin, “I know. I was too,” he kisses her, “But I’m right here.”

She nods and suddenly she doesn’t feel close enough to him. She shifts so she’s in his lap, her side pressed against his chest as he holds her close. She tilts her head so she’s looking up at him and she cups his cheek. Any fear she’d had that morning about it being too soon is gone, replaced with a strange sense of calm because it felt right. For as many arguments as there were to say it was quick to know she loved him and that she wanted everything with him, there were just as many to say they’d been slow. That they’d let countless opportunities pass them by over the years and she wasn’t going to let this one slip by her too.

“I love you,” she says, a weight lifted off her chest the moment she says it, “I love you so much.”

He smiles, his cheeks aching with it as he pulls her in for a kiss, unable to stop himself before he replies, “I love you too, sweetheart. I love you so much more than I can ever possibly explain.”

She kisses him, her hand on his cheek to hold him in place as if he’d want to be anywhere else. She rests her forehead against his and sighs contentedly, “It’s not even lunchtime yet and I’m exhausted.”

“I think we’ve earned an indulgent nap,” he replies, kissing the tip of her nose and smiling when she scrunches it up, “But why don’t we watch one of those reality shows you pretend to hate first.”

“You say that like you don’t enjoy them too,” she hums and reaches for the remote. As she flicks through the channels she can see him watching her out of the corner of her eye and she turns to face him, “What?”

“You’re beautiful,” he says, kissing her forehead, “That’s all.”

“How hard exactly did that guy hit you in the head?” She jokes, and he rolls his eyes at her, stamping his lips against her forehead one more time before he pulls back.

“I should thank the guy really,” he says casually, and she raises her eyebrow at him, making him suppress a smile as he shrugs, “If I’d have known a blow to the head is what would have finally made you say you love me, I would have been held hostage weeks ago.”

She scoffs, choking on a laugh she couldn’t hold back if she tried. She shakes her head at him and lightly slaps his shoulder, narrowing her eyes when he captures her hand and kisses her knuckles, “Don’t joke about that.”

“Too soon?”

“Far far too soon,” she mumbles, resting her head on his shoulder, “You’re lucky I love you, even if you do have a terrible sense of humour.”

He wraps his arms around her and kisses her temple, “I really am lucky,” he replies, feeling the smile she hides against him, “I’m the luckiest guy in the world.”

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Welcome to the Fly Team. So how does Wes differ from Halstead? Are there any similarities?

Jesse Lee Soffer: Well, they’re both cops, sort of. They’re very different in my mind. It’s tricky sometimes because cop thoughts are cop thoughts. So there’s scenarios where I find myself like, oh, that feels like the previous guy. And then I got to kind of readjust my brain. But Halstead had so much baggage and was dragged through the mud so many times and had such a chip on his shoulder by the end of his run on P.D. and Wes is really more carefree and has kind of an unaffected attitude and is a much lighter character and unaffected by baggage. And so in that way they feel really different.

What kind of boss is he? How does his leadership differ from Scott’s and what the Fly Team is used to? Everyone has to adjust to each other.

I think there is an adjustment. Wes really does not do things by procedure, does not do things by the book, and operates by the beat of his own drum, which is a frustration and a thorn in Smitty’s [Eva-Jane Willis] side. There’s some fun relationship dynamics to play out because of their uncertainty of, how much trouble is this guy going to get us in? So that’s really fun in the first few episodes.

Talk about filming in Europe. What’s been the most fun about that so far?

It’s really exciting. It’s such a treat to look around sometimes and go, oh my God, we’re on the coast on a beach in Portugal and I’m filming a scene. There’s once in a lifetime experiences happening all the time, so it’s a real treat.

Talk about Wes and Cameron (Vinessa Vidotto) because they have a history—he trained her—and now he’s her boss, and she’s second-in-command, so she’s moving up.

Oh, I didn’t know there was a hierarchy. I didn’t know she’s second-in-command.

She was with Scott (Luke Kleintank) at the end of last season.

That makes sense. No one told me. She kind of keeps him in line. It’s nice that she kind of respects how hard he was on her in the backstory of it, that he kind of beat her up to build her up and she respects that she’s the agent that she is now because of some of that tutelage. And so that’s nice going forward because he respects her and if she tells him he is out of line or he’s going too far or something, then he listens and he trusts her, which is a nice dynamic.

Is she the one that he’s closest to, or is it going to be someone else as he gets to know the team?

I think because they have a history, they obviously start off like that and that kind of remains through at least what we’re filming now. But he is making relationships with everybody and having different dynamics with the team. There’s a friendship with Raines [Carter Redwood] and there’s this interesting back and forth kind of—what’s the word I’m looking for? He and Smitty always kind of ruffle each other’s feathers. And he puts Tate [Christina Wolfe] in the field in an episode and she goes undercover and he kind of trusts her to elevate herself as a field agent. And so there’s a lot of nice dynamics to play out.

So is he clashing with Smitty the most in the episodes you filmed so far?

Clashing wise? Yeah. Vo is the one that kind of puts him back in line sometimes, but I’d say most of the bumpiness comes from he and Smitty.

How much is he going to be getting into the action of it?

A lot of it. A lot of it. My knees hurt, my shoulder hurts. A lot of action.

What’s been your favorite action scene to film so far?

We did a really fun foot chase in Portugal that was really cool with a lot of drone footage and the location is beautiful, the setting is gorgeous. That was really fun. And in Episode 2, there’s this great fight with a hitman on a subway train and it took forever. It’s a long fight and it’s an exciting fight. Our stunt coordinator, Ken, did a great job and that will be a treat for the fans.

What was the appeal of this role and the show after being on P.D. for so long? How has that adjustment been? You’re still in the world of Dick Wolf.

You know what, the only adjustment has been the Europe of it. There’s a language barrier. I’m trying to learn Hungarian on set so I can get all the set lingo.

How’s that going?

It’s going great. Actually, I’m picking up a lot and I kind of can tell what the first A.D. and the second A.D. are talking about now. So that’s been really interesting and a real treat. But the adjustment has been—like I said before, Halstead had baggage and Wes is a little lighter and more carefree, and so that’s actually been a fun adjustment.

Has that been what’s appealing, that they’re such different characters?

Definitely. And I’m working with Matt [Olmstead] again, who wrote the first five seasons of P.D., who was a showrunner there. So that’s a real treat, getting to work with friends.

What’s been your favorite character-driven or more emotional scene to film so far?

We just did a nice scene the other day with Vinessa, with Cameron Vo, where Wes talks about this case that kind of almost cost him his career and that he’s got some baggage from. She’s kind of his only emotional support system right now. So it’s the first time you really see him open up. He hasn’t really opened up and he starts opening up more and more to her. So that’ll be interesting to see, a more vulnerable side of him.

How is he settling in? How much will we be going home with him?

Yeah, he’s still settling in. There’s lines even recently where he is like he’s finally unpacking. He showed up and he just got right to work and that’s what he’s focused on. So much so that he’s living out of a box. … You go home with him a little bit here and there. It’s teased. Matt does a good job of giving you just enough and you’re like, yeah, I want to see more.

Could we possibly see you directing this season?

No, definitely not. It’s way too much of an undertaking to take on a new character on a show like this and for that character to be in a leadership role and so my priority is making sure that I know all my lines.

Fans love Tank. Are we seeing Tank this season? Are we seeing Wes with Tank?

Yes, we do see Wes with Tank. Tank gives Wes the okay I think in the second episode. He kind of signs off on Wes and is like, this guy’s all right. So hopefully that bodes well for Wes and the fans.

Is Wes looking at his time with the Fly Team as a long-term thing, his next permanent home? Is he just kind of going with the flow?

It’s kind of written that he puts a toe in, puts a foot in, he’s going slow. So I’d say he’s taking it one day at a time. That’s kind of how it feels.

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