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[emilykaldwen]

@acrossthesestars requested Southern Gothic!Abrogon (which is a universe I started playing around with over the summer)

look at out! there be angsty filth between a pair of young adults who don't know what to do with their lives!

LOST

pairing: aegon targaryen x oc abrogail strong rating: e words: 2.8k MODERN SETTING

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She doesn’t move at the sound of the window opening. Abby stays in her four poster bed, rolled over on her left side tucked under the covers and the lace curtains flutter in the breeze and the lazy spin of the ceiling fan. 

“Are you awake?” Aegon asks, toeing off his boots from his perch on her window sill. The air smells of ozone, the storm rolling in and there’s a flash of light and he silently counts. One… two… three… the rumble of thunder answers and he rolls his shoulders with it, reaching back over his head to pull off his worn t-shirt.

She shifts beneath the pale pink blanket, her hair tied back in a ponytail but gives no other answer. He scratches his fingers across his bare chest, the fine blonde hair gathered there catching on his calloused fingers and reaches down to shuck his jeans off like he always does. The clink of the belt buckle echoes in the room and Abby shifts again, turns to face him.

Lightning streaks across the sky and he pauses, knees bumping at the edge of the bed. It illuminates her features, and her eyes are large in her thin face, cheeks streaked with tears. There’s an aching in his chest and he immediately crawls across the covers into her waiting arms, draws her into him and drags his mouth against her cheeks. She whimpers at the touch, trembles against him in time with the thunder and he tastes salt on his mouth. Comforting his girlfriend buck ass naked and half hard since he left his house twenty minutes ago thinking about her.

“What’s wrong?” he swipes his thumb along the apple of her cheeks, cups the softness of it. Softness that’s slowly been going away over the past few months since her dad got sick. The heart attack and the stroke, the way her shoulders bowed beneath the stress.

“Harwin.”

“What about him?” His brother in law. His girlfriend’s older brother, and Aegon wonders if they’ve achieved peak southern stereotype by having him be his brother in law on both sides. Eventually. When they get to that point where he can be the man Abby needs him to be. One who isn’t jobless and still living with his mom and flunked out of Tulane.

“He wants to move dad in with him and Nyra. Says I should come too. Finish out the year in the city.”

The answer is immediate. “I’ll figure out how to get back into Tulane and you can live with me.”

“Aegon.”

“Or if that doesn’t work, I’ll move you into the big house.”

“Your mom wouldn’t allow it.”

Aegon makes a face. “She doesn’t have to know.”

That gets a wet laugh from her and it’s all he wants to hear. She says nothing except presses her wet face against his neck. His hand drops to her cute ass beneath the hem of his Hozier t-shirt he got at the concert they went to last year, runs his fingers under the elastic edges of her panties. “Let me make you feel better,” he whispers against her knotted curls. When was the last time she brushed her hair? He moves his fingers and strokes his knuckles along the seam of her, separated by the purple cotton with the little white hearts dotted all over it.

The thunder rumbles nearly over them, little time between the flashes of lightning, casting shadows across the room

Her hips shift against his touch, the puff of damp breath against his throat and he tugs the cotton aside, strokes two fingers along where she’s warm, and he promises her in whispers that she’s safe. His fingers come away damp and his thumb joins in to press against her clit, draws that achy whimper and her teeth catch against his neck, cock hard between them. The whine Abby makes is muffled with the rest of her sounds when he presses both fingers in and he groans into her hair. “Little rabbit, you’re so fucking tight.” Tiny and tight, whimpering and wriggling against two thick fingers curling into her. If he was kinder, he would have made her come first and let her loosen up.

Aegon is a good boyfriend, but he’s not always a kind one. 

Abby doesn’t mind. Her body grips him tight that he can barely move with how tense and needy she is against him. He presses kisses against her brow and pulls her closer. “Take it easy… I’ve got you. Let go, Abs.” He feels her nod against his shoulder, spit gathering from her rubbing her mouth against his skin and he finds a rhythm, grinds the heel of his palm into her clit while he works his fingers against her, insistent on making her see stars.

Harwin and Rhaenyra are asleep downstairs, in town to take care of things with her father’s heart attack and Larys’... mysterious disappearance with a warrant out for his arrest. Wylla had found the dump site and it was the brotherly bonding activity between him, Aemond, and Daeron when the youngest was home for the weekend from his fancy boarding school. 

Uncle Daemon had even showed up. A full family event as Aegon watched the dozens of blinking eyes swim closer. Listened to the whining gasp of his girlfriend’s monster of an older brother who thought he could make Abby an amusement, invade her and rob her of her sense of safety all for the fact that the foot fetish OnlyFans weren’t enough for him.

The gators had thrashed with glee in the water, the shadows thrown long from the headlights of the SUV, Larys hogtied on the pool inflatable, shirtless and bleeding from the dozen cuts sliced into him.

Blood in the water, nothing left behind.

“I want to stay,” Abby whimpers and her sounds, those precious sounds turn high pitched and draw him from the memory. Aegon licks into her mouth to swallow them down, keeping them from escaping the precious space of her bed. Her body bows and arcs into his touch. They’ve gone through the room from one corner to the other. The cameras are gone. It’s just them and the storm.

Aegon was too distracted to put a towel down, too in a hurry to comfort his crying girl and when she comes with a frantic jerk of her hips and a rush of wet like a broken levee, he makes sure the blankets are gathered beneath her cute ass so they can keep going.

Rain starts to ping against the windows, the howl of the wind audible through the cracks of the old frames and Abby lays against her pillows, dreamy eyed and swollen mouth watching him while she pants in the fall of her first orgasm he’s given her in weeks. 

He’s a good boyfriend. His hand splays across the soft swell of her stomach to push his shirt up and over her pert tits, stroking against the pebbled peaks and hums in contemplation. “Be quiet,” he orders her and she nods frantically, reaching for his hand to noisily suck on the fingers he had inside of her. He raises his eyebrows at her and she hums. It’s good to see her cheeky and each suck shoots straight down his spine to his cock.

The head of it drags against her, bumps up against her clit and he’d tease her endlessly until she came twice, three times. He’s too impatient though. It’s been too long and with the way she swallows his fingers down, splays her legs wide and hooks them over his hips, it’s been too long for her too.

Abby gets stuck in her head with her pretty brows furrowed, and her nose scrunched up in thought. She needs him to take care of her, she needs him, needs him needs him, him only him.

He draws his fingers from her warm mouth with a wet pop and he kisses the whine from her mouth, rolls them over so he’s on his back and his girl is straddled across his lap.

Only him, only him and her and them in this bed. No one to ever hurt her again, no one to scare her. He reaches down to rub his cock against her and they both moan and shudder. Abby’s hips wiggle trying to catch him in and she pouts, opens her mouth to whine and complain and he shoves his fingers past her pretty lips once more.

“No wonder you were crying,” he teases her and he slides against her. Once. Twice. Third time's the charm, catches where he needs and he presses in with a groan and a roll of his hips. She works her way down and her free hand presses on his chest to keep her balance. “Gods, you’re so fucking beautiful. Look at you, taking me like this.”

She’s so beautiful with her hair tangled around her flushed face, eyes large and wet that he thinks he can drown in them if he stares at her long enough. Aegon can’t decide what to take in more: the sweet expressions on her face while she sinks down, or the way she splits around him, the way he disappears into her. He drops his hand from her hip to work her clit, slow swipes his thumb along the aching bud. Abby wriggles and whimpers and then… then….

The groans they make in unison have his toes curling in delight when she fully takes him and he arches into her and thinks, ‘we could just run away’.

Aegon doesn’t know where they’d run to, and doesn’t particularly care. All that matters to him is this. He surges up and takes her face in his hands, needs to breathe in her cries and her sounds and every good thing he’s doing to her, that she’s feeling because they’re together and she’s with him. Aegon licks into her mouth like he owns her, like she belongs to him and part of him would say it was true, uncaring of the eye roll that it’d get.

Abby doesn’t push him away. No, she claws her hands against his shoulders, his biceps, dives in to pull at his hair in all the feral little ways he adores, and he thinks, ‘If she is mine, then I am hers’. He relishes at the marks she scores in her desperation, and the painful way she tugs at his hair so he’ll feel it for hours afterwards.

Her hands find his shoulders and she breaks their kiss, her pouty mouth swollen, and red as jolly ranchers. “More,” she says with a crack in her delicate voice and pushes him down. Abby’s pupils are blown so wide the river blue of them is a thin rim, and as lightening flashes through her windows, she looks possessed. Feral, even.

“Take it all,” he promises her with a guilelessness he hasn’t held since he was a boy. She is everything sacred left in this world to him. She is his goddess, his beginning and his end. Abby finds her rhythm in the dance of her hips and he relishes in how his rabbit uses him for her pleasure, uses him for her escape into the world they’ve made together. She draws the t-shirt over her glistening skin and Aegon sighs, happily, to watch her perky tits bounce and the way her flush blooms across her skin.

He reaches up to gather the bead of sweat coursing down her sternum and groans when she slaps his hand away.

“I didn’t s-say you couldn’t touch,” she tries to command him and he drags his nails over her belly, watches her quiver and whimper as he skims lower where she’s so sensitive.

“I wanna touch.” He preens at her and thrusts up, drunk with how tight she is around him. This is as close as he can get to crawling inside of her into the place between her ribs where he wants to live forever. 

The second smack to his hand is loud in the room and he growls at her, the lilac of his eyes a burning blaze. Her head rolls to her shoulder, her hand coming up to tweak and twist the pebbled nipple and his mouth waters. “Give me.”

“S-say please.” She tugs at her breasts again and he feels her clench around him and sees stars for a moment. His breath catches and he licks his lips, mouth too wet and he hasn’t even gone down on her.

Too impatient for his own good.

He reaches up and wraps his thick fingers around her wrist, digits still damp from her hungry mouth, and tugs her down so he can ensnare her. She struggles, a wriggling rabbit and he bands his other arm around her back so she’s pressed to his chest, her knotted hair curtaining around them.

Aegon bites at her candy mouth and breathes into her all the love he holds for her, as broken and as messy as it is. She’s unable to move and his hips snap into her with a relentless focus. Her bratty behavior is adorable and it ignites the need he has for her to levels that he can’t do in a house where her brother can and will shoot him on sight for this.

What better way to die than to be covered in her, and she with him?

She cries into his mouth when she reaches that pretty point where her body shakes and trembles and writhes, where her muscles clamp him down like she’s gonna pull him inside to stay. He falls with her a moment after and it’s better than any hit he’s taken, any bottom of the bottle of Jack he’s had. There’s nothing better than Abby for the high he wants. There’s nothing better than the tingly sparkle feel where everything, in that moment, feels like goddamn fireworks and cotton candy and her shaky voice whispering, “I love you I love you,” into his mouth.

Nothing better than breathing back his own, “I love you I love you.”

He drags her up his body so she’s straddling his face and admires the mess he’s made of her cunt. A gentle tap with the back of his hand, and slides his fingers in the mess, lets it drip down, licks at her like the feral, hungry animal that lives inside of him. She’s on the pill and for a mad moment while he works his tongue inside her where she’s sore and sated, he wishes she wasnt.

If he got her pregnant, then, she couldn’t leave. She’d have to stay and they’d live their little life with their baby and they’d be happy and-

She’s coming again like a little earthquake, a burst of damp and her thighs are trembling so hard he takes pity on her and draws her down. Arms come back around her and Abby rubs her cheek against his shoulder, that place beneath his chin that was made just for her, the place made just so he could hold her close to him and their hearts could beat in time.

His Abby is made for great things. Things greater than this shitty town with the ghosts and the gators and the weights around their ankles. She’s far too good for him, far better than the rotted likes of him, but when she tilts her face back to kiss his jaw with another whispered, “I love you,” he thinks that maybe he’s being too hard on himself.

If Abby Strong could find something in him to love, then maybe he’s not such a lost cause.

“If you wanna go with them” he murmured against the crown of her hair, the scent of her shampoo faded to almost nothing by now. “I could… I could come with you.”

His chest is tight, his eyes shining with unshed tears. She’s not saying anything, just puffs of warm breath against his skin and he wonders for a moment if she’s fallen asleep. Then, little fingers trace the spot above his heart.

“Do you want to?” she whispers and it’s her scared whisper, the one where she hides with him under the covers and tells him about the bad dreams and the worries and the way she misses her mom.

“I just wanna be with you.” He steels himself and turns his head so he can look at her. Eyes shining with an expression he can’t quite figure out and the thunder rumbles overhead, rain lashing against the window.

A storm to wash everything bad away and make it new.

“I wanna be with you too.” She smiles then, and presses her flushed face into his neck. He tightens his arms around her.

“I’d follow you wherever you wanna go,” he tells her with his lips pressed into  her hair. “I’m a balloon tied around your wrist. Red strings and all that. I’ll be good. I’ll be better. I’ll be whoever you want me to be.”

Just don’t leave me.

“Just be you,” she whispers. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted. Just you. My Aegon.”

He nods and squeezes her tighter. “Your Aegon. Always.”

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[miloformula123fan]

Could you do fic for Fernando Alonso with wife reader where he's got into crash and she's worried because she thinks he'll never got the chance to know that she's pregnant? Add something you'd like. Thanks :))

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fernando alonso x wife!reader

“Be safe, please, mi amor.” he held Fernando in her arms as he paused getting ready to turn around and look at her.

“I am always Carina… Podium on the cards for today haha” He smiled

“Ha, got a surprise for you after the race…if you get a podium today of course.” She looked down, smiling, thinking of the surprise she had planned.

“A nice surprise I hope carina…” He winked and Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at the implications of his flirty statement, and the blushes of the mechanics who had heard their conversation.

“Not that kind of surprise, but I think you’ll be happy nonetheless…” She smiled knowingly as he looked slightly puzzled before the activity seemed to pick up and was aware he needed to start getting ready.

“As long as you are feeling better than you were this morning I will always be happy.” He smiled and kissed her on the forehead.

She gave him his traditional pre race good luck kiss and then his helmet was on his head and he was in the car.

Y/N snuck into Nando’s room, being let in by his trainer Alex. She placed the box on his massage table. It was a pretty simple box, all that was inside was a sonogram, a baby onesie and the positive pregnancy test that was gonna change their lives. 

She’d been feeling sick for a couple of weeks now, and when she’d missed her period she’s had a hunch as to what it could be, but it wasn’t until she had bailed on a triple header because she hadn’t been feeling well, that she’d had time to take the test, freak out about how positive it was.

(she’d called Mark in a panic, and then he’d added Jenson to the call in his panic and then they’d just had Mark, Seb and Jenson on a call freaking out, not helping her to calm down in the slightest, but making her laugh. Eventually Hanna had tried to work out what the fuck was going on with her husband, and had provided some actually useful advice)

Following Hanna’s advice, she’d gone to the doctors and gotten the ultrasound photo. She’d sent Hanna and Lance a photo of the ultrasound, to thank Hanna for her help in the boys panic call, and to let Lance know that he would be the godfather (she thought Nando would like that) but not to tell Nando, as she hadn’t told him yet, but she needed to tell someone. The doctor had confirmed that everything was going okay and that she was about 10 weeks along. Y/N had immediately spotted the onesie online and ordered it, preparing to tell Nando whenever she saw him. The onesie arrived fairly quickly, however, trying to keep the onesie, the test and the sonogram hidden from him for the week that he was home before the Spanish grand prix. She wanted him to know immediately because they’d been trying for so long and so many fails that it was a fucking miracle right now.

Their miracle. Their miracle baby.

Finally the week had arrived and she’d hidden the box with Nando’s personal trainer, who handed it to her after she’d given her good luck wishes to him and he’d sat in the car. She made sure to make it back for the start of the race, so as to not raise any suspicion. And then it was lights out and away they went.

The race had been going well for Fernando. Actually better than well. He was in P2, not even a second behind Perez. It had been helpful that Max had had his first mechanical failure in like 5 years, taking him out of the lead, and promoting everyone up a place. And now Fernando was contending for the lead. Y/N was so excited for him, she couldn’t wait to see him on the top step of the podium and then tell him the awesome news.

Of course then it all went horribly wrong.

Crofty’s voice filled her ears, “AND THAT’S FERNANDO ALONSO GOING FOR THE LEAD OF THE SPANISH GRAND PRIX GOING FOR HIS 33RD WIN GOING AROUND THE OUTSIDE OF SERGIO PEREZ AND THEY TOUCH AND THAT’S BOTH OF THEM GOING INTO THE BARRIERS AND OUT OF THE RACE WHICH PROMOTES LANDO NORRIS INTO THE LEAD OF THE SPANISH GRAND PRIX AND THAT’S A BIG CRASH. FERNANDO IS WEDGED BETWEEN PEREZ AND THE BARRIERS, AND HIS CHASSIS LOOKS CRUSHED and we are really hoping that he is okay there.”

“Fernando, Fernando do you copy?”

No response.

“Fernando, Fernando do you copy?”

Y/N could feel her legs getting weak, and could tell that the people around her were holding her up. She remembers being introduced to Shakira at the start of grand prix, and she complimented her nails. She could feel the nails digging into her left arm, which meant that Shakira was holding her up right now, and if Fernando's life wasn’t at threat, she might be fangirling right now. Still no response.

“Fernando, Fernando do you copy?”

No response. Their miracle wasn’t going to meet their dad

“Fernando, Fernando do you copy?”

fuck.

“And while i’m not entirely sure why Fernando wasn’t responding on the radio just then, but I can now tell you that he is walking out of the crash and he seems all okay.”

Y/N breathed a sigh of relief and tried standing up while letting out wet sobs. She knew she was probably on TV right now, looking a mess, being held up by Shakira and crying when her husband was all okay, but that didn’t matter.

Because Fernando was okay.

She followed his progress on the TV as the team moved the focus to Lance and potentially getting him a win. But she tracked him until he was back in the garage and back safe in her arms. Whispering his reassurances to her.

This was also being broadcast, but she didn’t care. 

He was safe and he was in her arms.

Y/N followed Fernando into his driver's room, entirely forgetting about the surprise that she had left in his room until they came in and she saw the box sitting on the massage table. 

Fernando turned around to her in confusion, “Did you leave this here Carina?”

“Uhh, yeah but it’s nothing, it was supposed to be a surprise for when you got your podium, so look at it later maybe…”

Within 2 strides Fernando was at the box and lifting off the lid. There goes the plan of telling him when he was in a good mood.

Fernando pulled out the onesie, black with a message of ‘daddy’s little race engineer’. Maybe Y/N’s hormones were hitting hard today because the sight of Nando holding a baby onesie was enough to bring her to tears, imagining Nando holding their baby.

“What is this carina?”

“It’s ummm, the surprise I mentioned before…I wanted you to see it when you got your podium, so you can ignore it I guess…”

“No, no, I mean, why is there a sonogram, baby onesie and pregnancy test in here? Is Lance having a baby and wanting to let me know I was the godfather?”

“No, no, mi sol, it’s ours.”

“Ours?”

“Our baby.”

Y/N watched as Fernando processed the words. And then all of a sudden she was being picked up and spun around in a hug as Fernando cried at her.

“Our baby…oh Carina…our baby! I’m so happy right now.”

He was practically yelling, so a few team members came to see what was going on. And then walked in on a happy couple, sobbing to each other as they curled up on the floor. A baby onesie in one’s hands, and the sonogram in the other.

And all of a sudden the media could wait.

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[yayeetsonny]

Knucklehead Moves~USWNT x Baby Reader

Prompt: Similar to the imagine “Skateboarding Shenanigans” baby r gets hurt and faints... 

Requested by: @laikato​

Y/N PRO//

My name is Y/N L/N and I have 22 “moms”and sisters. Now I know what you’re thinking “22 of them? How?” Well you see I’m the youngest player on the USWNT at 16 years old, and as such the older players feel the need to be protective and parental in every situation and the younger ones are treated much the same way that I am. I’m sure if they had it their way I’d be wrapped in bubble wrap and carried around 24/7. They’re always saying how I’m “ the clumsiest kid they know.” and a “knucklehead” when it comes to doing anything that doesn’t involve kicking around a soccer ball. I wholeheartedly disagree but they’ll hear nothing of it. Speaking of the team, they’re picking me up from the airport any minute now. 

“Y/N!”

I turned around to see all of my teammates running towards me, breaking into a run myself I met them halfway.

“Hey guys!”

“Short stack! How you been?”

“Kiddo! We missed you!”

“You’ve grown since we saw you last!”

I continued to be greeted like that and made sure to give everyone a hug.

“I haven’t grown that much!” I playfully rolled my eyes

“Yes you have.” They all said

After we finished our Hello’s and got my bag from the luggage claim we split into groups and made our way to the hotel we were staying at for this camp. I was in a car with Alex, Tobin, Kelley, Morgan, and Megan.

“So kid, how’s school?” Tobin asked.

‘it’s good. I’m passing all my classes and I nailed my history test last week.”

“That’s awesome! Good job bub.” Christen said

“Thanks.”

“Any accidents?” Megan said smirking at me.

“U-um, no. No accidents.” I fidgeted in my seat.

“Mhm. How many?”

“3.”

“How bad.”

“Only ever a 4 or less.”

“A 4 on your scale is a 7 on anyone else’s scale.”

“Is not!”

“Right, well what about that time you injured yourself after you fell down a flight of stairs and then said “It’s only a 4.”?” Alex asked 

Everyone else gave me a knowing look while chuckling at the offended look on my face.

“It was!”

“Okay, okay. Settle down. We’re only teasing.” Morgan said

“in all seriousness though, you have got to be more careful Y/N.”

I just rolled my eyes playfully at them as we pulled up to the hotel. When we got out Megan was determined to carry my bag for me.

“Pinoe I can carry my stuff.” 

“I know but I just want to be helpful.”

“Well, thank you.”

“Anytime.”

“Besides kiddo, I wanted to carry you.” Alex said taking me by surprise and picking me up and all but cradling me.

“Alexxx. I’m a big girl, I can walk.”

“Just let it happen Y/N.” Tobin laughed

“Ugh, fineee.”

When we got into the lobby to find out room assignments Alex finally put me down, with a pat to my butt and told me to “Stay close.”

“Yes mom.” I said jokingly.

I took off in the direction Morgan had gone and caught up with her, Mal, Lindsey, Sam, Emily, Tierna and Rose.

“Hey guys!”

“Hey Y/N! You ready for camp?” Sam asked

“Oh yeah, definitely.”

“You ready for all the pranks we are gonna pull?”

“Yeah Sonny, I am. What are you guys thinking?” I giggled

“Well what about the good ol’ water bucket above the door trick?”

“Nah, that’s such an amateur move.” Lindsey said

“Ooo, what if we switched the water with… flour?” Mal said

“That sounds like quite the mess but that’s what we’re known for. I’m in.” Sam said

“Me too.”

“Me three.”

“Are you guys sure that’s a good idea? You know how the girls are about their hair.” I said hesitantly

“Aw, come on Y/n. Don’t be a chicken.” 

“I just don’t want the others to kill us.”

“Why would we kill you?” Carli asked coming out of nowhere.

“No reason!” We all said

“Mhm. What’re you hooligans planning?”

“Wha- why would you think we were planning anything?” I said nervously

“Well, for starters I’m talking to the youngest players on this team and every time we come to camp someone always ends up either getting their hair dyed or with itching powder in their underwear and it’s always traced back to one of you.” She said, giving us a look.

“Oh would you look at that, it’s time to go up to our rooms. Come on Y/N, you’re rooming with me!” Lindsey said, grabbing my hand and dragging me away.

“Thanks a lot guys!” Morgan called after us as we ran away.

“Lindsey, Y/n, walk!” Alex scolded as we passed her.

“Yes mom!” We replied

We made it up to our room and decided to do rock paper scissors for the bed closes to the bathroom. I won of course. 

“We have today off to settle in right?” I asked

“Yeah, why?”

“You wanna see if the others wanna go to a park for a little 4v4?” 

“Yeah!”

I texted the group I had with the other “Youngins” and told them to meet us down stairs in 5 to go to the park. They all agreed and said they would get a ball from the coaching staff. I texted the group I was in with the veterans and let them know where I was going, with who and that we’d be back soon. I received several

“Be safe.” 

“Make sure to wear your sweater, it’s chilly.” And 

“Be careful, don’t get hurt.” Texts. Moms I swear, always thinking it’s chilly.

I was pretty certain I wasn’t going to get hurt and that I didn’t need a sweater but I replied and promised that I’d wear one and that I would be careful. The girls and I met in the lobby and made our way to a park that we knew was nearby. 

The 4v4 started out pretty smoothly, It was me, Lindsey, Tirena, and Sam on one team and Mal, Rose, Emily and Morgan on the other. My team was down by 2 but I knew it wouldn’t stay that way for long. Sam crossed the ball to me and I went to head it passed Morgan.

 What happened next was like one of those freak accidents that if I had shifted my body even an inch away or had been a second earlier or later it wouldn’t have happened. Emily kicked her foot out to clear the ball away and instead made contact with my forehead. I hit the turf with a deafening thud and stayed down in a heap. Getting kicked in the head is just as nasty as it sounds. I could definitely feel blood gushing from my head.

“Y/N! Oh, shit! I’m so so sorry. I was only ever aiming for the ball I swear!” 

Emily was the first to reach me the others close behind. Her and Sam turned me over to look at my head and gasped when they saw the blood

“Moms are gonna kill us!” Emily said

“Nu uh, Emily they are gonna kill you.”

 “Who cares who they’re gonna kill! We have to do something!”

Mal and Morgan set to work, Morgan texting Abby and telling her what happened, making her swear not to tell until we at least made it look like I wasn’t dying and Mal taking her shirt off and pressing it to my forehead to stop the blood. Rose was doing her best to calm Emily who was distraught and Tierna was doing the same for Sam. 

“How you feeling Y/N?” Mal asked 

“Like I got kicked in the head.” I replied

“We’re gonna take you back to the hotel and have the medical staff stitch you up.”

“How are we gonna get passed all the vets?”

“uhhh… Not a clue.” Rose said

“We’re gonna be in so much trouble.”

After they were finally able to make the bleeding stop just enough to get me up and help me back to the hotel, we sent Morgan ahead to see if the coast was clear. When she signaled to us that it was we made our way in and quickly headed to see the medical staff. The others surrounded me so that I was hidden from any curious onlookers

“What seems to be the problem ladies?” Dawn asked

“Uhh, well… Y/N sorta got kicked in the head during a 4v4 in the park.” Emily said, moving aside to show Dawn.

Dawn just shook her head, said something like “of course she did.” And told me to sit on the table so the medics could stitch me up.

“You know the others will want to know what happened, right?”

“Dawn, please don’t tell them. I will, but not yet.”

She gave me an unimpressed look but agreed none the less.

“Geez kid, you’re always getting hurt.” The medic chuckled.

“Yeah, yeah. I know.”

They finished the stitches and told me how to take care of them and sent us all on our way. The girls did the same thing they did last time in case we ran into the girls, this time I had my hood up to cover my wound.

“Hey guys, what’s up?” Ashlyn asked, coming up to us.

“Nothing!” We all said.

“Okay, what are you guys hiding?”

“Nothing. We gotta go though, bye Ash.” I said before I pushed Emily and Lindsey forward so they would start running.

Ashlyn PRO//

“Those kids are definitely hiding something.” I thought, shaking my head and walking back to my room with Ali.

“Hey babe?”

“Yeah?”

“Have you noticed the youngins acting weird lately?”

“No, why?”

“I dunno, it’s just that they were walking all tightly together and whispering about something and when I asked them what was up they all were acting weird. Especially Y/N.”

“Hmm, I’ll text Alex to see if she can get them to talk about it.”

She sent her a text and received a reply saying that she would wait in Y/N and Lindsey’s room, after asking the staff for an extra key and that she would let us know. 

“I hope they’re okay.”

“I’m sure they are, they probably just set up a messy prank again.” I shrugged.

Alex PRO//

After tricking the receptionist into giving me a key to Y/N and Lindsey’s room, I decided to just wait on Y/N’s bed. I would see what was really going on. I felt like I had been waiting forever when the door opened and all the young players on the team made their way inside.

“Well here’s what we’re not gonna do…”

They didn’t even seem to notice me yet, talking among themselves. Emily was the first to spot me, and when she did I saw all the color drain from her face.

“A-Alex?”

“Alex? What about her?” Morgan asked still not looking in the direction of the bed. Emily stopped her in her tracks and pointed to where I was sitting. Everyone else finally saw me and much like Emily they looked scared. 

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh. Is there something you guys want to tell me?” I said sternly

“W-well… you see… what had happened was-”

I cut her off when I saw Y/N was swaying on her feet and holding her head. She looked like she was going to pass out.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” I asked jumping up and going to her.

“I-I…” 

She didn’t get to finish because she fainted, I was able to catch her and hold her up with ease. My focus then shifted to the seven guilty players standing timidly by the door.

“Explanation. Now.” I growled

“I kicked Her in the head! I’m sorry!” Emily cried

“YOU WHAT?”

I picked Y/N up and carried her over to the bed where I laid her head gently on the pillow.

“Someone go get a cold wash cloth and someone call Christen, Ali and Ashlyn. Now.”

They all immediately started scrambling to do what I said and I could tell they were even more scared than before.

“I can’t believe none of you thought to tell us. Completely irresponsible. Does any one else know about this?” 

I gasped when I removed her hoodie and saw the stitches.

“We went to Dawn when we got back and we begged her not to tell. And we texted Abby right after it happened but same thing.” Mal said

Dammit Dawn.

“Tell Abby to get her ass in here, right now.” 

I took the cold rag from Emily and pressed it gently to Y/N’s cheek, neck and then being extra careful around her stitches, pressed it to her head.

“Y/N, open your eyes baby. You’re okay. Please open your eyes.” 

She slowly started to open her eyes, looking around wildly before trying to sit up.

“Wha- where am I?”

“You’re in your room baby. Take it easy, you need to lay down.” I cooed

She kept trying to sit up but I gently pushed her back down every time.

“Shh, it’s okay.”

Knocking sounded from the door and Rose went to answer it.

“Hey Al, what’s the- ”

“Oh my god, what happened?” Christen exclaimed.

“Emily kicked Y/N in the head.”

“You what?!” The newcomers yelled

“And Abby knew about it this whole time.”

“You knew?! Why didn’t you tell us?!”

“Ow, guys cool it with the yelling.” Y/N whined

“Sorry babe.” Ali said

“Sorry, kid. Our bad.” Ash said.

“I said I was sorry! It was an accident, I swear!”

“I swore I wouldn’t tell!”

“Guys, seriously.”

“Sorry, we’ll be quiet.”

“How the fuck did you manage to kick her?”

“We were playing a 4v4 game and when she went to head the ball passed Morgan I went to kick it out and got her forehead instead.”

“Jesus.” Ali said rubbing her temples.

“It was an accident?” I asked

“Completely.”

“You’re all grounded.” Christen said.

“What? that’s not fair!”

“ Actually it’s completely fair. You need to be careful and I know it was an accident but what you did was reckless and someone got hurt, and you hid it from us and we only found out after Y/N passed out.” I said leaving no room for argument

“What about Y/N? Why isn’t she grounded?” Tierna whined

“She’s hurt and I think that’s punishment enough.” Ashlyn said

“We’ll be with her 24/7 from now on anyways.” I added

“mmm… Nooooo” Y/N whined.

“it’s for your own good, kiddo.”

Later we told the whole team what happened and to say they weren’t please was an understatement. I had to talk Kelley down from kicking Sonnett’s ass and Becky had to convince Megan to switch rooms with her so she wouldn’t kill Morgan. The same could be said for the others. They understood that it was an accident but they hated that the girls hid it from us.

“How is she?” Kelley asked, having come over to check on our youngest teammate

“She could be better, she’s still groggy but she’s better than she was.” I shrugged

“What are we gonna do with her?”

“I vote bubble wrap.” Christen said

“I second that.” Tobin said

“Guys, that’s a little extreme don’t you think?” Ali chuckled

“She’s such a knucklehead though. She hid a pretty nasty injury from us. It’d be a way to make sure she’s safe.” Ashlyn chimed in

“Mmm, no. Ali is right. We’ll just have to keep a closer eye on her from now on.”

“I can take care of myself.” She mumbled, starting to wake up.

“We’re sure you can bub, but after today and at least for a little while we’re going to be hovering and babying you more than usual.” Chris said

“Ugh. Whatever.” She grumbled

We chuckled at her but we knew she would appreciate it anyways and that she secretly loved it when we babied her. 

She definitely was a piece of work sometimes and she kept us on our toes but we loved her more than anything and would always be there to help her when she was down.

//

Sorry for any mistakes

-N

[nicknellie]

This one kind of snuck up on me, not gonna lie, and I didn’t have anything prepared, but I I still wanted to thank everyone for getting me to 400 followers! I know I say every time how much this fandom means to me, but I really can’t thank you enough. I wanted to write my usual missing scene celebration, so I had a little think and remembered a little detail that has always bugged me so I wrote about it. It’s a little shorter than normal but I’m still pretty happy with it, I really hope you like it, thanks again!

I Think It Said Everything

Julie hurried down to the studio, her mind and heart racing, overly aware that she was suddenly working against a time limit she hadn’t had before and if all this went wrong then there was a high chance that she could lose her best friend forever.

Telling Flynn the truth about the boys had been a desperate last-ditch attempt to salvage their friendship. Flynn had decidedly not taken it well. Julie knew that she really needed to provide solid proof that she wasn’t lying - because yes, Flynn probably would believe her once she met the guys, but there was always the chance that she wouldn’t.

She flung the studio doors open and saw her phantoms dotted around the room, Alex sat atop the piano, Reggie lounged carelessly on the couch, and Luke perched on the edge of his amp, a pen dangling from his mouth as he stared at a notebook. They each looked up at Julie as she came in.

“Julie,” Luke said happily, “are you here to join the band?”

“On one condition,” Julie replied. Luke positively beamed and nodded so hard that he almost fell off the amp. “I need you guys to help me get Flynn to be my friend again. I told her you guys are real and she didn’t believe me, so I told her I could prove it. Will you help me?”

Before Julie had even finished talking, the guys were moving around the studio, getting ready. Julie watched as Alex sat himself primly behind his drumkit, twirling his drumsticks, Reggie hoisted his bass over his shoulder and plugged it into the amp, and Luke hurried towards her, songbook held out.

“We can play the poem you wrote that Reggie and I turned into a song,” Luke gushed excitedly. “Look, check it out, I wrote all the lyrics down as well as the chords. You can play them on piano and then we’ll poof in at the chorus.”

“And we found some cool high-techy stuff,” Reggie added, pointing towards a stack of synths and drum pads in the corner. “If you know how to use them it would sound awesome!”

Julie smiled, picking up a drum pad and blowing off the dust. “I think I remember,” she said, examining it. “My mom taught me how to use them when I was little but I only did it once or twice. I’m sure I can figure it out.”

“Will it take long?” Alex asked. “How long do we have until Flynn gets here?”

“Um... about twenty-five minutes,” Julie said.

“That’ll be enough time for you to learn the song, right?” Luke said, sounding a little apprehensive. Julie waved a dismissive hand.

“It’ll be fine. As long as you’ve not changed any of the words from the original poem I wrote then I know it all anyway.”

The boys smiled in relief as Julie set up the machines by her keyboard. She gave the lyrics and the chords a quick once-over, then began playing. It sounded good - well, as good as a gross invasion of privacy could sound. But as annoyed as Julie was at Luke for going through her dreambox, she couldn’t deny that he had turned the poem into something spectacular. When the boys joined in at the chorus, improvising harmonies but still managing to blend them perfectly, she knew at once that there was no way this plan could fail.

They played the song a few times over, Alex helped Julie work out a basic rhythm she could loop on the drum pad, and soon enough they had sped through twenty of their twenty-five minutes. Julie ended her last note and beamed at the boys. They all grinned back.

“We sound awesome,” Luke exclaimed, high-fiving Reggie. He turned to Julie, face bright and excited. “When you officially join the band we’re going to blow up.”

Julie couldn’t help but smile proudly. 

“You’re sure this will be enough to convince Flynn to be your friend again?” asked Reggie, setting his bass down. “Because I was thinking that we could add a few finishing touches. Maybe an entire verse that’s just ‘I love you, Flynn’ over and over again?”

Nobody replied for a moment or two.

“Or,” Alex said eventually, “we could not do that exactly. Julie, do you have anything besides this song that really reminds you of Flynn that we could get into the performance somehow?”

Julie thought about it. The trouble was there were so many things that reminded her of Flynn, countless things even in the studio alone. The piano reminded her of Flynn, when they had sat there and sang along to their favourite songs as kids; the dartboard reminded her of Flynn because they’d once had to go to A&E after Carlos accidentally threw one that hit her forehead and Ray had panicked; even unimportant things like the stereo reminded her of Flynn because they had played music through it and danced when they were first trying to start their band, Double Trouble.

That was it.

“Double Trouble,” Julie said, looking to the guys excitedly, though they looked utterly baffled. “It was the band Flynn and I tried to start when we were little. I have a t-shirt she gave me!”

“Great,” Luke said, “go put it on!”

Julie felt her face fall. “I can’t. Flynn’s got it. And apparently it’s covered in betrayal.”

Reggie gave a low whistle. “She’s really mad at you, huh.”

“Well, that means I can’t go and get it,” Julie sighed. “She’ll ask why I need it and I want it to be a surprise.”

“One of us could go and get it for you,” Luke suggested. “I’ll go if you want. I’ll just poof to wherever she is, snatch it from her bag, and bring it back here.”

Alex looked sceptical. “Luke, you’re one of the least subtle people I know. There’s no point in you being invisible if you’re going to make it painfully obvious you’re there by - I don’t know - tipping the contents of her bag all over the floor while you look for it.”

“I could go,” Reggie offered, raising his hand. “I’m more subtle than Luke.”

Julie, Luke, and Alex just sent him flat, disbelieving looks. He looked between them, sighed, and put his hand down.

“I’ll go,” Alex said.

“You’re not exactly subtle either,” Luke protested. “Remember when you were trying to sneak out of my house one time and you somehow managed to set off the break-in alarm even though you were leaving?”

“That was one time,” Alex said, scowling. “You did the exact same thing about twenty times. I don’t know why your parents didn’t just buy a new alarm.”

“Arguments about who is more or less subtle can wait until later,” Julie interjected before Luke could say anything in response. “For now, can we please focus on making sure the most important person in my life doesn’t ditch me forever?”

“Right, okay, yeah,” Alex said, shaking his head to get back on track. “I’ll do it. Okay?”

Luke and Reggie grudgingly gave murmurs of assent.

“Where is she?” Alex asked Julie.

“I don’t know, probably in the house somewhere. I’d check by the door for her bag if I were you, she usually puts it there with mine. The shirt should be near the top of her bag, near the eggs.”

Alex nodded, stood up, and poofed out. Luke raised an eyebrow.

“Eggs?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Julie sighed. She didn’t feel like explaining the whole thing. “Can we run through a few bits before she gets here?”

They played the chorus once more while they waited for Alex to get back. The song wasn’t perfect, but it was still pretty impressive in Julie’s very biased opinion.

Not long later, Alex poofed back in, the Double Trouble shirt in hand. He passed it to Julie, smiling triumphantly.

“Thanks, Alex,” Julie said, “you’re a life-saver.”

“Not really,” Reggie said. “Considering he’s dead, and so are we so he didn’t really save any of our lives.”

“Thank you, Reginald,” Alex deadpanned.

“What are you waiting for?” Luke prompted. “Go get changed, she’ll be here in, like, two minutes.”

Shooting the boys one last excited smile, Julie hurried up into the loft to change her shirt where they wouldn’t be able to see her. While she was doing this whole thing entirely for Flynn, she couldn’t deny that joining the band afterwards would definitely be an amazing added bonus.

[slashhinginghasher]

Your writing is so awesome!! You’re doing an amazing job. :) Would you write a fic if a female reader trying her best to ask Asa our on a date and him just not understanding why anyone would want that?

Thank you so much!! Sorry Asa is barely in this, I got caught up in the banter bc I miss my friends :(

PItfalls of Modern Technology - Asa Emory x Female Reader

“Hey, Cas, you’re pretty oblivious, right?”

Cas choked mid-sip and narrowly avoided spilling his drink over the pile of student drawings on the coffee table. You had invited your best friend over to watch scary movies, greet trick-or-treaters, and get wasted, as was your long-standing Halloween tradition. Now, with the candy bowl and the pitcher of spiked punch both half empty, you finally felt sufficiently drunk to bring up the issue that had been on your mind all day.

“I’m not that oblivious!” Cas protested.

“You didn’t realize Alex was flirting with you until six months after they gave up and started dating someone else.”

“Touche, and also fuck you. What’s on your brain?” You sighed and tore open a fun-size pack of M&Ms.

“How the hell do I ask out a guy who doesn’t even seem to realize that I like him?”

“Have you tried flirting with him?” You glared at Cas and popped a candy in your mouth.

“Yeah, no shit I’ve tried flirting with him, dummy. It just bounces right off. Also it’s hard because he’s so serious and I wanna stay professional, and I don’t know how to professionally say ‘I want your dick’.” Cas tossed his head back and laughed.

“How a woman who writes for a living can be so bad with words is beyond me…” He shot upright, eyes lighting up. “Wait, are you talking about Bugman? You’re trying to hook up with the Bugman?”

“Oh my god, stop calling him that!” you screeched, pelting Cas with a mini Twix bar. “You make him sound so.... un-sexy.” You tossed back the rest of the M&Ms like you were taking a shot. “But yes. And for the record, he’s an entomologist with a PhD.” Cas held his hands up in surrender.

“Okay, okay. So if you wanna seduce Dr. Bugman--” He effortlessly deflected the Butterfinger you sent flying at his head. “You have a graduate degree in scientific communication, how do you suck so much at this?”

“It’s different!” you protested. “I don’t wanna fuck the science. Also, I can sit down and re-write it however many times I need to.” For some reason, this sent Cas into hysterics. You raised an eyebrow and sipped your punch until he was able to choke out a few words.

“Send… him… an email…” 

You pictured sending Asa a letter like some lovelorn Victorian debutante and immediately cracked up.

“God, could you fucking imagine?” You reached for your laptop and opened your email. “‘Dear Dr. Emory, I hope this email finds you well. I am writing to you about an issue of utmost importance: specifically, your dick.”

By the time you and Cas had finished composing your imaginary letter, you were both wheezing. You tossed your laptop to the side, leaving the message in your drafts alongside several other emails. Over the next few hours, you handed out candy, watched Tippi Hedren scream her head off, and polished off the rest of the punch. Rather, you, specifically, polished off the rest of the punch. Cas had backed off, saying he needed a clear head if he was going to decipher six-year-olds’ chicken scratch.

“Does that say ‘Mr. Uncle Cas’?” you slurred, looking over his shoulder at one of the drawings. Cas groaned and put his face in his hands.

“Livvie’s got almost half the class calling me that now,” he said mournfully.

“I knew I liked that kid,” you cackled, mentally high-fiving the administrator who had placed Cas’s niece in his first grade class.

“Of course you do; she’s a horrible little gremlin,” he said fondly.

The rest of the evening passed quietly, the two of you just enjoying each other’s company. Cas finished grading the rest of his students’ assignments - the prompt was “If I was a monster,” which had resulted in some extremely entertaining drawings and stories - and you slowly melted into your couch. Around midnight, you declared the stream of trick-or-treaters officially dried up, and Cas headed out. He paused in your doorway, one hand on the knob.

“Hey, Y/N.”

“Hmmmm.”

“...Mister Doctor Professor Bugman.”

You threw the entire candy bowl at his head.

***

***

You were almost sick with nerves when you walked into Asa’s office on Monday morning. I am an adult, I am an adult, I am an adult. The mental chant did not make you feel very adult-like.

“Dr. Emory? May I speak with you for a moment?” You had been hoping against all hope that Asa hadn’t even seen the email, but the icy look in his eyes told you he had. He nodded. Once.

“I…” You twisted your fingers together nervously. Just get on with it, Y/N. “I wanted to apologize for the email you received over the weekend. I was trying to send you a portion of the article for review and clicked the wrong button. My friend and I were a bit… overzealous with our festivities on Friday, it was never meant to be sent.” The words came out in one long rush. Asa remained silent the whole time.

“And do you often mock your work associates when you are intoxicated, Ms. L/N?” he asked at last.

“Do I…” Lost in the depths of his dark eyes, you found yourself scrambling for words. And you noticed something else in his expression.

Hurt.

“Dr. Emory. Asa.” He started slightly at your use of his first name. “The tone of that email was unfortunate,” you forced yourself not to wince at your incredible understatement, “but I can assure that the sentiment was completely honest. I like you. I find you attractive. I would have liked to go on a date with you, but I supposed I’ve demolished my chances of that happening now.” Your courage began to fade as fast as it had appeared. “I’m sorry again. I acted very unprofessionally.” You turned on your heel and fled his office before he could respond, cheeks burning.

***

You received an email from Asa that evening. No subject line, not even a sentence long, but it sent your heart soaring.

Friday. 8:00 pm.

[invisibleraven]

Seaside Revelations: Chapter Two

Anon prompt number two asked for the three part harmony celebrating a birthday, and I went with Julie's.

As always, prompts for this verse are open, so feel free to hit me up here or in the AO3 comments!

Part Six of my Semisonic Sunset Verse!

Pairing: Julie/Luke/Reggie

Rating: E

Warnings for this chapter: Rimming (performed on Julie), minor comeplay

AO3 link for this chapter

Julie smacked her lips together as she blinked her eyes open, waking alone for once. It was rare that she didn’t spend her nights with Luke and Reggie, but after helping Flynn move out, she wanted to see if she liked living alone, or if getting another roommate would be preferable. It was weird to get out of bed each morning and not find Flynn puttering around the kitchen. To open her cupboards and see Flynn’s familiar mugs missing. She knew that her best friend was overjoyed living with Carrie, even if she did bitch a little about how many beauty products her girlfriend owned, but Julie still missed her.

Julie checked her phone while she waited for the coffee to brew, taking her time since it was the weekend, and smiled at the numerous messages and notifications wishing her a happy birthday. She didn’t really feel any older, but had never been one to care about her age either. She sipped her coffee, replying to a few friends and co-workers, confirming lunch with Flynn, Carrie, Alex, and Willie. Dinner that night would be just her family and her boyfriends, a solution that everyone had begrudgingly agreed to. Then the boys had promised her a quiet night in, clothing optional, and Julie was all for that. Her thoughts were interrupted by the buzzer for her apartment going off.

“Delivery for Julie Molina?” a voice said through the crackly speaker. She allowed whomever it was in, and wasn’t especially surprised to see a large bouquet of flowers being handed to her when she opened the door. The man smiled and went off, refusing her tip, since a large one had been included in the delivery. Julie took in the arrangement, filled with various blooms in red, blue, and purple, with a white dahlia right in the centre. Her boys… she tried not to tear up, pleased they remembered her mother’s favourite, the one she had gotten every year up until Rose had passed. She smelled the arrangement, and placed it in a vase she had lying around, and finally read the small card that had been included.

‘To the most wonderful woman in the world, something to make your day as bright as you make our lives. Can’t wait to spend the rest of your birthdays celebrating the awesomeness that is you! Love, L+R’

Julie’s face grew warm, and she felt so full of love just from their simple words. She sent them a text to thank them and that she loved them both so, so much. How blessed she felt to have them in her life as well, and that she couldn’t wait to see them later that night. She also took a picture of the flowers to upload to her Instagram, tagging both of the boys and saying she felt the birthday love.

Her morning was actually spent at the office, as Andi had called her in to discuss their plans for the summer. The merger had officially gone through, and the newly formed Ortega Destiny Group was running smoothly. Julie had a bunch of new artists who were clamouring to get her insights into their sound, or wanted her to collaborate on a piece. She also made firm plans to come in to actually lay down her own single, “Wake Up”, the last song her mom had written her. Andi was still trying to wheedle her into an EP, but Julie was pretty reluctant. Sure she told the guys she’d join Sunset Curve when they went to make a new album, but having her own solo career as an artist just wasn’t for her.

Julie rushed into the restaurant, locating her friends, already seated. “Sorry I’m late, my meeting ran long.” She looked around the table “Wait, where’s Flynn?”

Carrie shined her nails on her shirt and glanced at them. “Last minute meeting as well. You’d think they’d have the sense to hold them during the week, and not on a Saturday, let alone call you in on your birthday, but whatever.”

Julie shrugged and opened up her menu, deciding on what she wanted as Flynn ran to the table, panting about stupid public transport being held up by even stupider traffic. She hugged Julie, and the boys before kissing Carrie gently. “You could always get a car.” Carrie quipped.

“Or a board.” Willie supplied, though Alex kind of rolled his eyes at that.

“Meh, I will if I ever really need one. Gotta pass the stupid test first.” Flynn said with a shrug, giving her order to the waitress without even opening the menu. The rest followed suit and caught up on their weeks as they awaited their orders. Alex showed them pictures of baby Patrick, regaling them about how much he already loved his nephew, despite the boy spitting up on his favourite hoodie during their first meeting. Willie had a soft look on his face the whole time, and Julie would bet a lot of money that he was thinking about being a dad with Alex somewhere down the line. Though Julie wasn’t sure of Alex's stance on kids, or marriage. Then again, she could say the same of her own boyfriends, the three of them had never really had that talk. She pushed the thought aside, they hadn’t even been together a year yet, there was plenty of time for all that.

“So what did the boys get you?” Carrie asked as they finished their meals and debated getting desserts to share. Julie showed her the flowers and related what the card had said, smiling a soft smile the whole time, despite Carrie pretending to gag. She wasn’t one for romantic gestures, but secretly she high fived the boys in her mind for doing something that she knew Julie would love. She shoved a small gift bag towards Julie “It’s no sickening flowers, but this is from me and the girls.”

Inside was a nice picture frame, inside which were the handwritten lyrics Julie had given to Dirty Candy so many years ago that had gotten them noticed by Andi. Julie welled up a little, with Carrie turning her face so no one would see her do the same. “Thank you Carrie.” Julie whispered, hugging the frame to her chest.

“Me next!” Willie said, giving her a flat parcel. “Actually it’s from me and Alex, so we hope you like it.” Alex kissed his temple, and then smiled at Julie. He and Julie had gotten to be pretty good friends, enjoying a similar sarcastic sense of humour, a love of The Great British Bake Off, and commiserating when Luke and Reggie got to be a bit much. But he also loved how much she loved the boys, and how good she was for them, never having seen the two of them so happy than when they were with her.

Julie slid the small piece of artwork from the envelope, gasping at the beautiful abstract piece that lay before her, splashes of colour that outlined a stark white treble clef in the middle. “It’s beautiful Willie. Is it one of yours?”

Willie nodded, beaming. “We thought you might like it for the apartment, since Flynn owned a lot of the pieces you had before.”

“I know just the spot for it.” Julie replied, thinking of the empty space in her living room that would look gorgeous with this hanging there. “Thanks guys, I love it.”

Flynn silently handed her a small, slim box, and Julie immediately knew what was inside. “You didn’t!”

Flynn shrugged. “Open it and find out.”

Inside was a gold coloured necklace, the name Julie written in elegant cursive with a small dahlia at the end hanging on it. Julie let out a small sob and hugged Flynn tightly, whispering her thanks into her shoulder. Flynn nodded and wiped Julie’s face with a napkin. She then took out the necklace and fastened it around her neck. “I know nothing can replace the one your mom gave you, and it took awhile for me to be able to get this one to you… but I hope you like it.”

“I love it.” Julie said, touching the chain revenantly. The others looked confused, so she explained. “I used to have a necklace just like this, it was a gift from my mom for my quinces. One of her last gifts to me in fact. I wore it every day.”

Carrie looked up, her face twisting a little. “I remember that. You never took it off, not until…” she gasped. “Oh that bastard, I’ll kill him.”

Alex and Willie exchanged glances, and while Julie pacified Carrie, Flynn offered up an explanation. “Julie’s last ex was… not a nice guy. They were arguing, he grabbed the chain, and it broke. He threw it away instead of getting it fixed like he promised, and got his ass kicked to the curb. We tried to find it again, but no luck. So I promised I would get her a new one by the time she found someone worthy of her. Lucky girl found two such people.”

At that, the boys glomped onto Julie, hugging her as much as they could in the booth. The waitress came back to find them all in a teary mess, and offered to give them a minute, but Julie sniffled and asserted they were fine. “Now, it’s my damn birthday, which one of you is buying me some cake?”

~

Julie was just finishing applying a layer of lipgloss when she heard her phone buzz.

Reggie: We’re outside!

Luke: C’mon birthday girl, let’s get this party started!

Julie grinned and shook her head a little. She loved those boys so much, even though they were giant goofs. She grabbed her bag, and once she was sure the door was locked behind her, rushed down to the front of her building, looking around for the usual sedan Reggie rented when they needed a car. Instead she saw a sleek cherry red Camaro sitting there, both of her boyfriends sitting in the front seat, waving madly.

Luke hopped out and let her slide into the middle, the car wide enough to accommodate the three of them side by side. She took in the creamy leather seats, the roof open to allow for a nice breeze, and Reggie looking effortlessly cool in a pair of shades.

“Decided to change it up this time, did we?” Julie asked. “Or is this a treat for my birthday?”

Reggie hummed a little before carefully pulling out of the lot. “Actually it’s mine. Got kind of tired of constantly having to rent something every time we needed a car, so I splurged and got this for myself. Finally got here yesterday.”

Julie sputtered a little, looking at Luke who nodded and Reggie whose eyes were on the road. “But...Reggie, this must have cost a fortune!”

“Nah, I got a good deal. Plus the album is doing insanely well, and we should know any day now about a certainly to be sold out tour. I’m not worried about money.” Reggie said, then he took a breath. “I… didn’t say anything, but after my parents… went away, I sold the house when I could. A good deal of their stuff too. Put the profits away for a rainy day. Or to save up for a home of my own when we’d really made it. The car fund came from the interest on that.”

“Well she’s beautiful.” Julie said, leaning her head back and closing her eyes a little. “You gonna name her?”

“He already did.” Luke said. “Leia, but only after I talked him out of naming her after a country star.” he shot Reggie a look when Reggie protested. “Reg, I love you, but you have a small bank of names you like, and they come from two sources. This is why my parents said you’re only allowed to pick the middle names of their future grandchildren.”

Reggie took the turn towards Los Feliz as Julie asked quietly “Is that something you two have talked about? Having kids?”

Reggie coughed a little. “We always said… after we won our first Grammy we would apply to adopt or foster.”

“That’s when we were kids though, hell, before we even figured out the poly thing.” Luke interjected. “Now, well... How do you feel about kids. Not now, obviously, but in the future?”

Julie looked up to the sky, silently asking her mother for strength. “I never wanted to be a mom, after my own passed. I couldn’t bear the thought of leaving a child to mourn for me, especially if I died young like she did. Then my dad told me all about how she had this huge family that she had to leave in Puerto Rico when she and Tia came here for school. How her one dream was to make it big so she could bring them here, family was so important to her. She managed my grandparents, and a few cousins, but the rest...I’ve never met. She tried to have kids, so many times after me, but they told her it would never happen. Carlos was literally a miracle, and she was set up to do a fostering course so she could help get kids out of the system when they found the cancer. She had wanted to have this big family, no matter what, and she never got to do it.”

Julie wiped the tears away from her eyes as they pulled into the driveway of her dad’s house. “I think I’d like to do what she couldn’t. Not to the scale she wanted, but maybe foster kids who need that home, that family. I always said if I found the right person to marry, maybe I’d have a few kids of my own, too. Does that sound like something you two would be okay with?”

She turned to Luke who nodded, grasping her hands. “I dunno if we can do the whole marriage thing as the three of us, but I’d be down for some sort of commitment ceremony and having a house full of kids with the two of you in the far off future.” He sniffled a little, stubbornly wiping away a stray tear. “But not until after we win our first few Grammys.”

“Deal.” Julie said, her eyes teary. Then she turned to Reggie, who had been silent through the whole conversation. “Reg?”

Reggie took off his sunglasses and showed his red and watery eyes. “Julie… I was so scared of turning out like my parents. I vowed to Luke that I’d never have kids. Dr. Butler kind of talked me down from that, and I know I’m nothing like them. But I’m still scared, and even though I know it’s a long way off, the thought of having kids is something I’m still working my way towards. But hearing you talk about it, that picture you painted… I know I would have loved to have someone like you there when I was bouncing around the foster system. So… maybe we can come back to this after that aforementioned Grammy? This is kind of my not now but not never thing.”

Julie took his face into her hands and kissed him sweetly. “Reggie, you have so much love inside you, I’m positive you would be an amazing dad. But yes, this topic is tabled until we’ve got a few shiny statues decorating your mantelpiece.” She grabbed a tissue from her purse, cleaned their faces and fluffed her hair. “Now, come on, my dad is probably firing up the grill as we speak.”

~

If Ray noticed the three of them coming into the house looking like they had recently finished crying, he decided not to say anything about it. He simply greeted his daughter and her boyfriends with hugs, and ushered them to get washed up so he could start getting the burgers on the go. Victoria quickly swept Julie away to help her with the sides, while Carlos grabbed Reggie to talk about some YouTube thing or another. Luke scuffed his foot a little and then smiled, offering to help Ray grill. Ray clapped the young man on the back before steering him towards the backyard.

Dinner that evening was full of laughter, as Ray shared some stories of Julie growing up, Victoria interjecting when needed. Julie hid her flaming face in her hands, but the boys were lapping it up, loving to hear about Julie as a young girl. Luke claimed it was only fair, since his parents had done the same for her at their last get-together. Julie could only hang her hand, knowing it was true, Emily and Mitch had shared their own barrage of embarrassing tales about the boy's escapades not that long ago.

Dinner over with, cake eaten, and gifts exchanged, it was soon time for the trio to head out. Ray admired the car and asked if Reggie would allow him a spin in it on his next visit, which Reggie eagerly agreed to. They hit the road not long after, singing along to whatever was playing on the radio as they made their way back to Julie’s apartment. Reggie put up the roof of the car after they had pulled in, and locked it tight, knowing it would be safe enough for the evening before rushing to catch up with Luke and Julie who were waiting for him by the front door.

Once inside Julie’s apartment, she smirked. “It’s my birthday, so I get to choose. I want you both naked and on my bed. I’ll be there soon.”

With eager smiles, the boys rushed off, and Julie giggled. She got herself a glass of water, freshened up in the bathroom and made her way to her room. Luke and Reggie were laying on her bed, exchanging sweet kisses while they waited, but broke apart quickly when she coughed to get their attention.

“Starting without me?”

Luke shook his head, stalking over to her and bringing her in for a passionate kiss while Reggie came around her back, kissing gently up her neck. He touched the clasp of her necklace gently. “This looks like it should come off so we don’t break it accidentally.” he said, lifting it off her and placing it in the open box on her dresser, Julie touched by the small act. She kissed him sweetly, and allowed the boys to take her clothing off, piece by piece, leaving small kisses and licks over every piece of newly exposed skin.

By the time she was naked, Julie was panting, every inch of her felt cherished and worshipped, just from them being so gentle with her. Even though she could see they were getting antsy to do more, they waited, smiling from either side of her. “What do you want birthday girl?” Luke whispered, nipping at her earlobe.

“Your wish is our command.” Reggie said from her other side, letting his lips run up the length of her collar bone. “Whatever you want us to do, with whatever part of us… we’ll do it.”

Julie let out a small whine, and then breathed out what she wanted. “I want… I want you to use your mouths, make me come as many times as you can. Then you two can come however you want with each other.”

Luke and Reggie’s eyes met, leering at one another, and then at Julie. Luke shimmied down the bed, letting his mouth wander slowly up her legs, mouthing at her ankle, licking behind a knee, biting down gently on her thigh, then working his way back down the other leg. Reggie meanwhile, let his mouth assault her chest, licking around her areolas, then nipping and sucking on her nipple while his fingers twisted and pinched the other before switching. Julie panted and moaned, loving how wonderful it felt to have their lips, tongues and teeth all over her. Her eyes fell closed, just letting herself feel. A sweet kiss to her ribs, a cheeky swipe of tongue over her bellybutton, a scrape of teeth along the line of her hips. Then nothing, until she was all but pleading with them to touch her, and there were gentle fingers spreading her thighs.

A swipe of tongue against the crease in her legs, a quick pinch of her clit followed by a lush kiss that had her gasping. Then a tongue licking between the folds, once, twice, three times, as the other mouth began working it’s way up her body, sucking small kisses into her neck, not enough to bruise, but she knew there would be red marks there if she cared to look.

The mouth between her legs sped up, the tongue now thrusting inside of her, then switching tactics and coming up to suck and lick at her clit, fingers slowly inching inside of her. A hoarse voice that she knew had to be Luke asked if fingers were okay, to which she shrieked out a yes as he twisted his inside her. She opened her eyes a little, just to see him wink at her and lower his mouth back down, letting the speed of his fingers pick up while his mouth went into overdrive. Reggie watched from her side, occasionally kissing her where he could reach, but was just watching her for now, loving how lost to bliss she already looked.

Luke’s assault on her body was driving Julie crazy, and then, with one more powerful suck and twist, she started to come, shuddering through her orgasm, finally pushing his head away before she got oversensitive. He sucked his fingers into his mouth with a sultry smirk, loving the taste as it hit his tongue. He then flopped down at her side, winking at Reggie. Reggie kissed Julie just once, a sweet thing before he began kissing down her body once more, hitching her legs over his shoulders.

“Ready for round two boss?” Julie didn’t respond with words, just took a hold of his hair and shoved his face further into her, and she could feel that damn grin of his before he began licking into her. She gasped, keeping her hands firm to the back of his head as he went on, twirling his tongue around inside her.

“Oh… god Reggie. That feels… keep doing that.” she moaned, and Reggie did as he was asked, increasing his tempo slightly, but otherwise letting her hold him fast, her hips making subtle movements, almost as if she was riding his face. Luke began plucking at her nipples, running his hands down her ribs, touching her arms lightly. He couldn’t stop touching her, always switching where his hands would be, and Julie ate the sensation up. The calluses on his hands made her skin break out in goose bumps, loving the rough patches that showed his devotion to his music, now using them to show his devotion to her.

Reggie’s calluses were different, but felt just as heavenly as he ran his hands up and down her legs, finally letting them rest on her hips. One then inched in, touching her clit gently, then harder when she moaned her approval, soon flying and matching the incredible speed his tongue had increased to.

Julie swore as the pleasure licked at her once more, letting it wash over he as she rode out her orgasm, panting as she came down, the boys looking at her with hungry eyes, both of them hard and wanting, but waiting for her to regain her breathing before they did anything more.

“You got another one in you boss?” Luke asked, trailing his hand down her back as she sat up slowly. She brought their lips together in a passionate kiss as an answer, then turned and did the same to Reggie, tasting faint traces of herself on their tongues as she did. She then lay down on her side, stretching her limbs out and crooked her finger at them both, signalling she wasn’t quite done with them yet.

Luke lay next to her, letting his hands drift down her front, while Reggie all but plastered himself to her back, letting her feel his arousal, but nothing more. They smiled at one another, and Luke blew Reggie a kiss, which the bassist returned, pressing his fingers to Luke’s mouth. Luke scooted himself down the bed smiling up at Julie from where he was. He slowly let his fingers into her, thumbing her clit gently, his movements slow so as to not hurt her. He knew she would be getting sensitive soon, and wanted to prolong their fun for as long as he could. He kept his movements shallow, loving how she looked so serene with this type of lovemaking.

Reggie let himself kiss all over Julie’s back, licking and sucking as he went, kissing down and up her spine, a small bite to her shoulder. He decided to be a bit bold and laid a line of kisses along the line of her waist, loving how she gasped at the move. His eyes closed and Reggie allowed his mouth to guide him, kissing across her soft flesh, sucking on a knob of her spine high up, scraping his teeth on a shoulder blade. He was kissing down, down, down until he met supple flesh, hearing her croak out his name. He opened his eyes and knew Julie was looking at him as much as she could as he laid another kiss to the top of the pillowy cheek of her ass.

“Tell me to stop if you want.” Reggie said. He laid another kiss there, drifting a bit lower, still firmly away from the crease. He nipped at the skin beneath his mouth, testing her, but she just said his name again. “Jules? You gotta tell me what you want here babe.”

“I… I don’t know.” she stammered out. Reggie slithered back up her back, coming to whisper in her ear.

“Do you not know or do you just not want to say it? Because if you really don’t want it, I’ll keep my mouth away from there until you give me the go ahead. But if you’re curious, and wanna test it out…” Reggie trailed off, seeing that Luke was watching the two of them with rapt interest, his hand between her legs still gentle and slow, but there was a strain to his face.

“Just your mouth?” she questioned.

“Until that not never turns into a now, please now.” Reggie said, giving the last few words a pleading tone. “You’re the boss, remember?” She nodded. “So, am I making myself a little barrier or keeping my mouth north of the equator? I’m good either way.”

She thought about it, and knew that she trusted both of these guys to be gentle, to never push her into anything she didn’t want. And she was curious to know what it felt like, to have his mouth there. Plus if it was horrible she never had to let either of them do it again. “One time travel visa… for now.” Julie finally said with a wink. Reggie grabbed her face and kissed her hard.

“I fucking love you.” he said before fiddling with items in her nightstand drawer, smirking a little at the toys there and promised himself they’d have fun with those another time, coming back with a hastily made dental dam, “If you don’t like it, please tell me.”

“Will doooo.” Julie groaned as Luke lifted her leg up, resting it on his shoulder, letting his hand go a bit faster and smirking up at her as he did. He had been incredibly patient until this point, but he really wanted to see Reggie rim her, and figured blissing her out a little would help in that process.

Reggie let his mouth travel back down her body, but this time, let his kisses come to the crease of her ass, spreading her a little until the pucker of her hole appeared. Reggie whimpered a little, and grabbed his sheet of latex, laying it where it needed to be. First he just kissed her, a sweet press of his lips that had her gasp.

Reggie looked up, and she shook her head slightly. “I’m okay, just not used to anything touching me there. Keep going.”

Reggie lowered his mouth once more, laying kiss after kiss on her twitching hole, then letting his tongue drag over it, loving how vocal Julie was becoming as he let the motion happen again. He could spy Luke’s fingers speeding up ever so slightly, and he had already started working a third finger into Julie when Reggie began sucking on her hole, just a little.

Julie was lost in a whirlwind of sensation, she never thought it could feel this good to have that area of her body played with. Plus with Luke now all but fucking her with his fingers, she knew she wasn’t going to be long in coming. “Feels so… good.”

“Told you he was good at this.” Luke said, using his free hand to press down on his cock, just to keep himself at bay. Julie was writhing, so close to letting go, and Reggie was starting to let his tongue breach the winking opening before him, so who could blame Luke for being rearing to go?

Julie’s eyes flew open as she felt Reggie’s tongue slowly opening her up, just the tiniest bit, and she let one of her hands fly behind her to hold his head in place, causing him to whimper. Her other hand flew out to grab onto Luke’s free hand, holding him tight as he started absolutely pounding her with his other hand.

Julie was so tight Reggie realized as he started working his tongue inside her, barely able to move but loving her noises as they echoed around the room. He wiggled and thrusted his tongue, getting almost half of it in when he heard Julie start to shriek, seeing Luke’s fingers inside of her flying, and Reggie let his tongue go mad, loving how she clenched up on him as the bliss overtook her body. When the ripples stopped, Reggie carefully extracted himself, and Luke eased his fingers out as well, giving them a subtle shake before offering them to Reggie to lick the juices off.

Julie lay back in the bed, world absolutely rocked. She didn’t think she would like that so much, but now she had the phantom feeling of being opened, of Reggie’s tongue working it’s way into her, she wouldn’t be opposed to trying it again, maybe going further, one day. She watched as Luke pulled Reggie into a kiss, the two of them pawing at each other as their hands went to their cocks, stroking hard and fast as their tongues fought. Luke opened an eye, looking at her and she could barely move to let him know she was wiped for the evening. The boys pulled apart, still letting their hands go, and foreheads touching, sharing air between them as they panted.

“So fucking hot watching you rim her Reg.” Luke muttered. “Next time I get a turn.”

Reggie groaned, and nodded, bringing their mouths back together for a kiss, bodies tensing up as they let their hands fly. The both of them were on the precipice when they heard Julie’s voice cut through the fog of lust in their brains.

“I want you to come on me.” she said, They broke apart and looked at her, and she cocked her head, waving her hand down her torso. They groaned, and removed their hands from each other, instead going to town on themselves.

Reggie came first, letting out a loud moan of Julie’s name, his seed flying out over her stomach, pooling in her navel and coating her ribs. Julie felt the splashes and shivered a little, not sure where the impulse had come from to ask for this, but tonight had been a night of new experiences, and she was all for those. Luke followed shortly after, his load mixing with Reggie’s, though some landed in the crease of her breasts, leaving Julie sticky and shiny when the boys collapsed on either side of her.

Luke turned and saw the mess lingering on her skin and let his tongue loll out, licking a stripe of it off her abdomen, Reggie seeing this, groaning and then joining Luke in licking Julie clean. Every drop was soon gone from her skin, though she still felt sticky, she had loved every second of them cleaning her off, and kissed them both in turn, savouring the taste of their mixed essence that lingered in her mouth.

Reggie stumbled off to the bathroom, cleaning them all off, making sure to be very gentle when he cleaned between Julie’s legs, especially after she hissed at the cool sensation of the cloth on her tender folds. Soon she found herself enveloped by the two of them, their eyes shining as they looked at her,

“Did you have a good birthday Julie?” Reggie asked.

“The best.” she whispered. “No small thanks to you two.”

“I’m glad.” Luke replied. “Do you want your presents now?”

“You mean the flowers and the multiple orgasms weren’t my present?”

“Pssh, we give you multiple orgasms several times a week, they aren’t a present.” Reggie said. “They’re a gift, to be sure, but more so for us because we love seeing you come.”

Luke got up from the bed, grabbing the bag they brought with them, and Julie really needed to get around to offering to let them keep some things here so they didn’t have to bring it with them every time they stayed over. She had a few of her things stashed at their place, so why not?

Reggie merely reached into his jeans pocket, grabbing something that made a soft tinkling noise. Hey then opened her hand and dropped a ring of keys into them. There was a keychain with a bi pride flag, a lightsaber, a guitar, and a small dahlia flower.

“You’re giving me your keys?” she asked.

“No, these are your keys.” Reggie replied. “So you can get into the apartment on your own, and if needed, you can drive Leia. I know it’s a small thing, but I guess it’s also a sign that we trust you, with our home, and want you to feel like it’s yours too.”

Julie leaned over and hugged him tightly. “Thank you so much. I’ll get you guys keys for here too, let you have some space in the dresser. You two should feel like you can come here anytime. Like it's your home too.”

“We’d like that.” Reggie said, kissing her sweetly.

Luke returned, having been standing back and smiling while Reggie handed over the keys. He handed Julie over a sheet of paper, and an iPod. “So we wrote you a song. And recorded it, even though Alex will refuse to admit that he helped at all. Happy Birthday.” Luke kissed her cheek gently, Reggie repeating the motion on her other side as the song began to play, Julie skimming the lyrics as it did.

The song itself was a sweet ballad all about a group of three lovers, having adventures and loving each other despite the perils, ending up in a union of love and respect, headed off to parts unknown. It was totally different from their usual sound, but it also suited them so much. She could feel the love behind the heartfelt lyrics, and Julie was sure her watery eyes told them how much she loved them for this. “You guys… this is… you are... “

“We know.” Reggie whispered. “That’s why we wrote it. We love you so damn much Julie. And we’re so sure about you.”

“Even though we haven’t been together that long.” Luke added. “We’re not asking anything, not making any promises other than the ones we’ve already committed to with you, but this is our way of saying..”

“That we will, one day.” Reggie concluded.

Julie sniffled a little, laying her gifts down on her nightstand. “You know my answer when you do.” she said, gathering the two of them into a hug, the last notes of the song ringing out in her bedroom, covering the noise from their phones as a text message came through.

Flynn: Pack your bags boys, we're officially going on tour this summer!

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Can't Promise

Request: Yes / No Could you do one for Clarke griffin with 52. “What you did was stupid and dangerous and it scared the hell out of me.” Anon

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Clarke Griffin x Fem!Reader 

Word count: 1104

Warnings: Getting hurt, talk of abusive father and dead mother, and I think that’s it. 

Y/N: Your Name 

Prompt(s): “What you did was stupid and dangerous and it scared the hell out of me.”

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I was so excited when I was sent to Earth with the rest of the 100. I have been locked up since I was twelve. My mother was floated and my father turned into an asshole. I became more rebellious than I already was and I broke the law so I got locked up. Someone was talking shit about my mother being floated and I lost it. My girlfriend tried to stop me, but she couldn’t. When we got down to Earth, Clarke and I were reunited and it was amazing to have her back in my arms. When the doors opened, Clarke pulled me to the side and started looking at a map. I tried to run off, but she stopped me. 

“Come on babe, let’s go explore!” I said and she shook her head. 

“No, we leaned in the wrong place, we need to go to Mount Weather.” She said and I shook my head. 

“We could do that tomorrow. Come on this is the first time we’re not locked in space! We’re free for once!” I said and she sighed. 

“We need to get the supplies, food, water, blankets, everything!” She said. 

“We’ll be fine for one day.” I said and rolled my eyes slightly. 

“I’m going, you can either come, or just stay here and waste time.” She said gathering the map and walked away slightly. I sighed and rolled my eyes, she was always kind of uptight. I should have ran after her, but I wanted to enjoy my freedom! 

It’s been a week now and Clarke, Finn, Octavia, Jasper, and Monty found out that we weren’t the only ones on Earth. We were in danger. I wasn’t totally bothered by it, but Clarke knew me and she was worried that I was gonna run off into the woods and explore. I wanted to, but she was keeping an eye on it. Right now she was busy with Jasper and I knew it was the perfect time to sneak away. I was behind the drop ship where I knew I could get in and out quickly, but someone stopped me. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” Bellamy’s voice asked. 

“Just to get some supplies for Clarke.” I lied. 

“Really?” He asked with a raised brow. 

“Yeah, she asked me to get more of those red flowers for Jasper.” I answered. 

“I could have sworn she wanted you here so you didn’t get hurt.” He said with a slight smirk. 

“Come on Bellamy, I’ll be gone for an hour, max. I can’t stand just sitting in this camp anymore!” I groaned. 

“There are people trying to kill us Y/N.” He said, crossing his arms. 

“Please Bellamy, just once I swear!” I said and he sighed. 

“I’ll give you ten minutes, if you’re not back by then then I’m telling Clarke and we’re coming to get you.” He said and I smiled. 

“Deal!” I said and rushed out of the camp. 

Clarke’s POV 

I just finished giving Jasper his tea and climbed down the ladder to the first floor. I looked around and didn’t see Y/N anywhere, so I went outside to check around the camp. I didn’t see her anywhere and furrowed my brow. 

“Clarke!” Bellamy called from behind me and I turned to see him walking towards me. 

“Have you seen Y/N?” I asked when he reached me. 

“About her, she went outside of camp. I gave her ten minutes, and that was fifteen minutes ago.” He said and my eyes widened. 

“What? Why would you let her go!?” I asked annoyed. 

“She was gonna go either way, maybe not today, but she would have found a way to sneak out.” He answered and I sighed. 

“Let’s go, we have to find her.” I said walking into the dropship and gathering some supplies to leave. Bellamy grabbed my arm and dragged me to the back of the dropship, there was a small opening that was covered. 

“We’ll find her.” Bellamy said as we went through. 

“I hope so.” I said. 

Y/N’s POV 

I was in one of the many trees watching the clouds pass in the sky. It was so peaceful and I sighed happily. Everything was quiet and it was really relaxing. It was so much better than being at the camp. I heard someone walking around below me and listened to see if it was someone from camp or the Grounders. 

“Where the hell could she be?” I heard Bellamy ask. 

“She couldn’t have gotten that far…” Clarke said and my eyes widened. I must have lost track of time… I looked down and saw they were pretty close to the tree I was sitting in. Before I started climbing down there was another set of footsteps. I looked over and saw two grounders. 

“Clarke, Bellamy! Watch out!” I shouted and they looked up at me. I quickly started climbing down and I noticed the Grounders about to throw a weapon at the two. I jumped down and hurt my ankle, but I managed to get Clarke out of the way. We stood back up and I groaned in pain. 

“She can’t walk.” Clarke said. 

“Fine, I’ll carry her.” Bellamy said and went to pick me up, but one of the Grounders threw something that hit me in the shoulder. 

“Fuck!” I groaned. I fell into Bellamy and he quickly lifted me up and ran. Clarke followed and we managed to get back to camp without anyone else getting hurt. Bellamy laid me down in the dropship and Clarke came over to check me out. 

“I warned you this was a bad idea.” Bellamy said to me and I flipped him off. 

“Whatever.” I groaned and he left with a shake of his head. Clarke patched me up without saying a word to me. 

“So, how much trouble am I in?” I asked and Clarke looked at me. 

“What you did was stupid and dangerous and it scared the hell out of me.” She said and I sighed. 

“I know… I’m sorry, I just needed to get the hell out of here for a little bit.” I said and she caressed my cheek. 

“You didn’t let me finish.” She said and I looked at her confused. 

“You saved my life.” She said and I smiled. 

“Because I love you, and I’d prefer my girlfriend alive.” I said and she smiled.

“I love you too Y/N, but can you please stay in the camp from now on?” She asked and I smirked. 

“Can’t promise anything, but I’ll try.” I said and kissed her. 

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if you're still taking prompts, how about one where michael realizes how fondly alex looks at him?

uhh so i didn’t proofread this and also almost forgot to post it so i’m sorry if it’s messy? also very canon-divergent with a hell of a lot of oblivious!michael and all of their friends being awesome :)

I.

“But do you think he likes likes me?”

Max heaves out a sigh and lifts his eyes from the worn copy of War and Peace he’s reading while chewing on an apple. Michael returns the look nervously, biting down on his thumbnail. His eyes fleet to Alex, sitting on a table not too far from them, laughing with Maria and Liz.

“Yes, Michael,” Max finally says after he swallows. “I don’t know why you keep asking me that, bud. You know how he looks at you.”

Michael takes one last moment to look at Alex, all smiles and shining black-lined eyes, and then turns back to Max with a pout. “He never looks at me.” Not once, in three years of high school together and one that Michael has been crushing on him, and not in that way anyway. “I had to steal his guitar for him to even look my way.” That had been a good day for Michael, crush-wise, even though he had been accused of being a thief which in that case, to be fair, he had been.

Max doesn’t seem convinced, by the state of his raised eyebrows, but Michael shrugs and goes back to his sad little salad, trying not to think of Alex Manes or his stupid eyes, rings, outfits, whatever.

II.

Michael has a physics essay to turn in for which the deadline is in three hours and if he doesn’t finish this now he’s going to be fucked, but Isobel doesn’t seem to care. He’s not even sure why she’s here, because visiting for the weekend doesn’t count when she’s at fashion school fifteen minutes away from his dorm on the UNM campus.

He’s only half listening to her latest rant on her relationship problems with Rosa as he writes his conclusion, but when he’s finally sent in the damned thing, cracked his back and focused back on her, she’s apparently moved on, because she’s now asking, “Why don’t you just ask him out?”

“Uh?” he says stupidly, eyes burning from being focused for so long on the computer screen. He rubs at them and yawns, reaching for a cup of coffee that is now lukewarm.

“Alex, dumbdumb. You know, your life-long crush.”

Michael snorts because yeah, right. Like he’s just going to gather up the courage like that after three years spent pining dramatically. Besides, Alex is always being swarmed by admirers nowadays, college having given him the freedom he’s never had in high school under his father’s thumb. He’s going on dates left and right with guys far more deserving of him than Michael is. He’s tried saying as much to Isobel, but she apparently hasn’t heard a word of it.

“You know, and I can’t believe I’m saying this because God knows I’m the only functional human being in our family, but Max is right.” She sighs, flicks him on the forehead, and finishes her sentence as she moves to the door like she’d come into his dorm just to tell him that. “You should take the blinders off and see how he looks at you.”

III.

It’s not like Michael and Alex aren’t friends. They are, ever since senior year of high schol, when they bonded over shitty childhoods and music. They still hang out in college – living in the same building, it would be weird if they didn’t – and their friend group has remained pretty much the same since high school in Roswell, so they can’t really avoid each other. So Michael knows, on a logical level, that Alex likes spending time with him. It’s just that he doesn’t think Alex will ever see him that way, and by now everyone but Alex knows about Michael’s crush and they’re not subtle about it.

“So, you two fucked yet?” Rosa asks as she drops on the free chair next to him in the middle of the busy café as Michael waits for Alex’s shift to finish so they can have their study-session. He rushes to shush her, even though Alex is so busy behind the counter that he couldn’t possibly have heard her. He blushes as Rosa rolls her eyes, and goes back to his text book, drumming the page with his pencil.

“Sooner or later you’re gonna have to talk to him,” she reminds him, not unkindly (she’s never as insolent as Isobel is, though her crass language would suggest otherwise). She takes a sip of her latte and stares at the busy crowd, probably waiting for her girlfriend’s blonde head to pop up.

“We talk.”

“Not about things that matter, Mikey-boy.” She grins at the glare he directs her way at the nickname and continues easily, “Like the fact that you love when he smiles and lovingly bats his eyelashes at you while you go on and on about science facts nobody else cares about.”

“Shut up,” he mutters, dropping his head on his book and slamming it down a couple of times. Sometimes he wonders why he’s friends with people like Rosa, who won’t know when to drop some topics, but then he always remembers that Isobel would have his balls if he didn’t make an effort with her girlfriend, so all he ever does in the end is shrug and try to change the subject or deny. “And he doesn’t do… That.”

“Dude. I’m in a band with him. He talks about you all the time.” He picks his head up just in time to catch yet another of Rosa’s patented eye-rolls, and then she’s squealing and jumping up to throw herself into Isobel’s arms. He makes a gagging sound as they kiss as he does every time he has to see that, without fail, but the thought of Alex talking about him when he’s not there keeps nagging him for the rest of the afternoon, even when the man himself joins him with complimentary coffee.

IV.

“Maria, please,” he begs, tugging at her arm for her to stay.

“Jeez, Michael, it’s just Alex. You’ll be fine.” She shakes her head and drops a kiss to his cheek before waving at him and going back to the bar to join the rest of the girls. Hell of a night for Max to be busy and leave him at the mercy of the meanest group of ladies he’s ever met. And, well, Alex.

It’s just Alex, Maria says. Michael snorts and shakes his head, thumb rubbing at the condensation on his beer bottle. Just Alex is always Michael’s problem. He gets tongue-tied and stuttery around Alex, the last four years of shared life experiences forgotten when Alex as much as looks his way.

Which is what happens next, more or less. Alex gets back with his drink and an added sway to his hips which Michael knows, because he’s had to witness it countless times before, means he’s already been hit on by the first guy of the night, and Michael settles in for a long, long night of sulking in his beer.

Thankfully, around the third guy that strikes up a conversation with Alex and offers him a drink, Liz comes to save him. Michael really, really loves Liz, and he hopes Max will pull his head out of his ass and ask her to marry him sooner rather than later so he can have her as his sister-in-law, because Liz is awesome. He tells her as much, because he’s tipsy and loose-tongued enough now that he’s not alone with Alex anymore. She laughs and wraps an arm around his waist and tugs him to the dance floor.

Five minutes later, however, Michael feels like taking back everything he’s just stated about Liz, because she’s swaying with him so she can yell in his ear. “Why did you let him leave?” She draws back to catch Michael’s reaction, which is just a frown, before she continues, “We left you two alone and with alcohol! It was the perfect opportunity, Mikey!”

Scratch awesome, all the girls he knows are downright evil.

V.

Pool night with the boys becomes a thing in college, and they bring it back to Roswell when they all end up moving back. No matter how busy Alex gets with teaching, or how swamped with deadlines for his current writing project Max is, or how tired Kyle is from shifts, or how forgetful Michael gets with new projects in his lab, they try to keep their one night a week going.

Michael is getting drinks at the bar, making small talk with Mimi, when Kyle joins him, clapping him on the back before he takes two of the glasses from him. He’s coming off a double shift and almost missed boys night, though he refused to force them to reschedule, so Michael guesses from his crazy hair and shining eyes that he’s still running high on caffeine. Unfortunately, a caffeinated Kyle is a chatty Kyle.

“So, tell me, what did I miss? It’s been a while since our last night out.” Michael throws a look his way and shrugs at the expectant look on Kyle’s face, which earns him a pout. “C’mon, man, as your best friend outside of your siblings-“

“Liz is my best friend.”

“As your best friend,” Kyle repeats more forcefully, glaring at him until Michael accepts the statement with another shrug, “You should talk to me about this stuff.”

“There’s nothing to tell, Kyle.”

Kyle’s expression drops at that, and he stops to put the drinks down on a random table so he can turn on Michael, even though they haven’t reached the pool table they’ve commandeered for the night yet. “What do you mean nothing?”

“I mean,” Michael sighs, running a hand through his curls. He throws a glance Alex’s way, but he’s deep in conversation with Max and doesn’t seem to notice Kyle is holding him hostage, “Nothing happened.”

“But you went on a date.” Michael nods, taking a sip of his beer since it looks like Kyle isn’t going to release him any time soon. “And you kissed. He told me you two kissed!” Another nod, and Kyle frowns again. “So?”

“So what? He doesn’t want a relationship, Kyle.”

“Did he tell you that?” Kyle crosses his arms over his chest, studying Michael as he shifts uncomfortably on his feet. Alex hasn’t actually said that, not in as many words, but Michael can read the signs, and he knows that date was a mistake. Kyle doesn’t seem to agree, because he mutters, “Por Dios, que idiota eres.”

“I speak Spanish.”

“I know! I want you to understand what a dumbass you are!” Kyle pushes a finger into his chest, and Michael barely has time to mutter an ow before Kyle’s hands are on his cheeks and he’s forced to look into the other man’s eyes, which is weird because he hasn’t been this close to Kyle’s face since they drunkenly made out at his graduation party.

“Now, you listen to me, Guerin,” Kyle says determinedly, “You go there, free Alex from Max, and ask him out again. I will not lose the bet because of your obliviousness.”

VI.

“Oh,” Michael breathes as the pictures pop up on the big screen set up appositely for the slideshow. He tried to avoid it, of course, worried about what photos Isobel would be able to unearth, but it was non-negotiable in Isobel’s wedding plan, and unfortunately Alex had been on her side. Alex, who now sighs happily and cuddles closer to him with an inquisitive noise. “That’s- That’s what they always meant.”

“With what, babe?” Alex presses a kiss to his cheek and entwines their fingers, both of them smiling sheepishly when their rings clink together. Three hours haven’t been enough to get used to that (Michael isn’t sure a lifetime will be enough to get used to the fact that he’s just married the love of his life).

“The way you look at me,” Michael whispers, just for them to hear. He nods at the screen, which is now showing a picture of them in college, a guitar in each of their laps, heads bowed together as they play. Michael’s eyes are focused on his fingers in the photo, but Alex is looking at him, an incredibly fond look in his eyes. He has the exact same look in most of their pictures together, and Michael gasps as he looks down to find it replicated on his husband, eyes crinkling with his smile.

“Yeah,” Michael breathes, pressing his forehead to Alex’s, “That look.”

Alex hums, pressing closer to Michael like he would want to fuse them together if he could. He smiles as he drops a kiss to the corner of Michael’s lips, causing him to shiver when his next words brush against his skin like a caress. “I never look away.”

[squirrel-moose-winchester]

Merry Me

Title: Merry Me

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 1774

Warning: FLUFF, language here and there.

A/N: This is my submission to Kari (@thing-you-do-with-that-thing​) and Ida’s (@like-a-bag-of-potatoes​) 12 Days of Christmas Challenge. Prompt: December 25 – Opening Gifts

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR! xx

12 Day of Christmas Masterlist

Disclaimer: Not My Gif.

“Hey Dean, I’ve got something to ask you,” Sam slid next to his brother at the dining table where he was sneaking some Christmas cookies.

“What? I’m not eating any!” He jumped, crumbs flying out of his mouth.

“Dean, that’s disgusting!” Sam chided, dusting bits of cookie from his shirt and lap. “No. I don’t care if you eat the cookies.”

“Yeah, well your girlfriend does,” Dean stated, scoping the area just in case. “So what do you wanna talk about?” Dean asked, shoving the last bite of cookie into his mouth.

“Okay. So…” Sam inhaled then exhaled, his chest rising and dropping. Instead of speaking, he reached into his pocket and placed a small box on the table in front of Dean.

“What’s this?”

“Open it.”

Dean opened the little box, his eyes widening at its content. “Dude, sorry, but I’m not about that wincest crap, this isn’t no slash fiction,” he joked.

“Dean!” Sam barked.

Chuckling, Dean shook his head. “I’m kidding! Dude, are you going to ask Y/N to marry you?”

“Shh, keep it down – but yeah. I just don’t know when.”

“Do it tonight! Everyone will be here! It’ll be awesome!”

“Dude, no!”

“Dude, yes!” Dean grinned excitedly, holding onto the tiny jewelry box.

“No, Dean.”

“Why not? Don’t act like you don’t notice it. Y/N loves you. I can see it in the way she looks at you. Sammy she accepts everything that we do and who we are. Hell, she became a hunter for you! A badass one at that. She’ll say yes! And this is the perfect opportunity to do it, right here, in front of our FAMILY!” He exaggerated the last word.

Sam sighed before he snatched the ring back and put it in his pocket, and in good timing too.

“Hey, what are you two chatting about?” Y/N popped into the room, Castiel at her side.

“Y/N!” Sam shouted, startling every one in the room. Dean sent Sam a pointed look, silently telling him to calm the fuck down. “Uh, I mean, nothing,” he mumbled softly. Y/N gave him a weird look, but before she could voice her thoughts, Dean interrupted.

“So, Jody and the other’s here yet?”

“They should be here soon,” Cass announced.

“Great, then let’s get everything set up! I’ll grab the cookies!” Dean beamed.

“Uh, no! I’ll get the cookies. Who knows how many you’ve already eaten,” Y/N assumed.

“Just hand it over. I promise I’ll be good this time. Sam will keep an eye on me, good?”

“Whatever,” Y/N scowled, watching Dean’s retreating form, making sure that he doesn’t eat another cookie.

“Y/N, are you alright? Don’t you think you should let Sam know?” Castiel spoke.

Y/N let out a shaky breath. She was nervous, much more nervous than she expected to be. The thought of having to tell Sam frightened her. She knew that Sam wasn’t the type of guy to abandon her, but with the lifestyle they harbored, there was a chance that he may not be happy of the idea. “Yes, don’t worry Cass, I’ve got it all figured out. Please, just don’t tell any one. I want it to be my news to share.”

“Of course, Y/N. I understand.”

When Y/N and Cass entered the common room, she put her hands on her hips at the tree boys who were each eating a cookie. “Ahem,” she cleared her throat obnoxiously.

“Shit,” Dean cursed under his breath but still loud enough for all occupants in the room to hear.

“Baby, I’m so sorry. It’s just… it looked so good, we just wanted a taste,” Sam apologized.

“Dean said we could have a cookie,” Jack confessed.

“Jee, thanks kid,” Dean rolled his eyes.

“You’re welcome,” Jack beamed innocently, not understanding the sarcastic undertone in Dean’s speech.

“Hello, anybody home?” Jody’s voice echoed through the bunker.

“They’re here!” Y/N chirped, making her way to the war room.

-short time skip-

So far Christmas had been nothing but pure happiness. Having Jody and the girls over, as well as Donna made Christmas this year much more special. Sam, Dean, Cass, Jack, and the ladies were most important in Y/N’s life. Some might say that they were her weaknesses, but she knew better. They were her strength. And now, with the family expanding, she would be having so much more to fight for.

During dinner, which was held in the library since it had more space and seating, Sam had been a little distant towards Y/N due to his nerves. Every time he looked at her or made any physical contact, the butterflies in his stomach whirled into a tornado. Y/N caught on to his odd behavior and was starting to think that Sam knew her secret and wasn’t very thrilled. She had only told Cass about it because he had figured it out before she even did.

“Sammy, are you okay?” She leaned in to whisper in his ear.

“Yeah, are you?” He replied gazing back with sincere worry for her in his beautiful ever-changing eyes.

“More than okay, but you seem a little distracted.”

Sam gulped at her observation. “Baby, don’t worry. I’m just really excited to open gifts. I just really hope you like what I got you.”

Y/N smiled and Sam’s heart fluttered like the first time he saw her, the first time they kissed, made love, the first time he saw her in his clothing, and the first time he realized he was in love with her. She was beautiful and she was the one, he was certain. “Baby, even if it was a Christmas card, I’d love it,” she said before leaning in and pecking him on the lips.

“Get a room you two,” Dean teased, a content smirk on his lips. Sam returned the gesture, taking Y/N’s hand in his, lacing their fingers together. He was starting to feel a little less nervous and maybe a little more confident.

Dinner came to and end and the dessert had been demolished. Next on the agenda was hot cocoa and opening presents. While everyone made their way to the common room, Dean and Y/N fetched the chocolate beverage.

When they entered the room, each with a tray full of marshmallow topped drinks with cocoa powder drizzled on top, they noticed Sam looking a little uneasy. Y/N tried to push down her own anxieties while Dean shook his head at his brother. With the drinks distributed, Dean and Y/N took a seat, sandwiching Sam between them. Alex and Claire sorted out the gifts preparing the finale of the day.

Gift opening so far had been filled with laughter. Jack had gotten a lot of clothes which he needed. Claire had gotten Cass his very own stuffed grumpy cat. Everyone was sure that it was his favorite gift. Dean was opening his gifts, all of which he adored. Sam had gotten him a new gun which was paired with devil-trapped carved silver bullets, handmade by Y/N.

Presents were all unwrapped. Dean stared Sam down while Cass sent a look towards Y/N. “I have one last present,” Sam and Y/N announced in unison, both of then turning to each other at the coincidence. “I’ll go first,” they both said at the same time again.

“Ladies first,” Sam ushered, allowing her to present her gift first.

“Okay,” she exhaled. “This is mostly for Sam, but I know that this will effect everyone here.” She left the room only to return with a small box neatly wrapped in Christmas themed paper, with a red bow on top.

Sam examined the box, shaking it in hopes for any clues. It was light and barely made a noise when he shook it. All eyes were on him, everyone just as curious to know what could be so big in a small box. Sam started to peel the wrapping paper, suspense rapidly building within her. When the paper was torn away and all was left was the box, Dean snapped in anticipation, “Hurry it up, Sammy!” Sam jumped a little before pulling the cover off.

Everyone leaned in wanting to catch a peek. Sam stared into the box along with Dean, who’s eyes widened before he snapped his head towards Y/N. She sent Dean a huge smile, nodding, knowing the question held in his sparkling green orbs.

“What is it?” Jack voiced the question that was flying through everyone’s mind.

Sam let out a quick breath before lifting the little onesie that read, “My first Christmas.” There were confused looks all around before Sam turned it around for all to read what was on it.

“Holy shit!” Claire gasped.

“Oh my gosh!” Alex squealed.

Jody was close to tears and Donna had her mouth hanging open, the cookie slipping passed her lips and falling to the ground.

“I don’t understand,” Jack stated, tilting his head in confusion.

“I’m… me. I… dad. I’m gonna…I’m gonna be a d-dad…” Sam stammered. Y/N began to get anxious. She knew Sam would be shocked but she was hoping for more of an excited and happy reaction. He seemed hesitant and mortified.

“S-Sam…” you trailed before he shot up from the seat exploding with joy.

“I’m gonna be a dad!” He shouted, pumping his fists in the air and into Dean, who joined Sam’s celebration dance.

“I’m an uncle!” Dean shouted.

Sam turned towards Y/N, wrapping his arms around her waist and hoisting her into the air before planting a passionate kiss on her lips. The whole room erupted with cheer, congratulating the couple, even Dean. When Y/N released a giant hug from Jody, she noticed Jody’s eyes expand, looking passed you.

“Oh right, Sam!” You twirled around only to find Sam down on one knee.

She froze in spot, her heart hammering in her chest. Sam stared up at her with tear stained cheeks as he held out a small, crimson colored, velvet box.

“Y/N, you’ve given me everything and so much more than I deserve. Now, you’ve given me the gift of life and I can’t be more grateful in my entire life,” Sam mentioned.

“Hey, I gave my life up for you,” Dean joked, causing the whole room to break into giggles.

“Y/N, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, please, will you marry me?” Sam finally asked.

“A million lifetimes, yes,” she cried, lunging into his arms.

“Merry Christmas to all,” Castiel whispered with a wide grin adorning his face. He spun towards you (the reader) and winked. “And a Happy New Year,” he added before turning away to bask in the warmth of his growing family. It was a Merry Christmas indeed.

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[of-suns-and-guns]

What's wrong with oneshit? Did I miss something?

I’m answering this fully conscious of the fact that this ask may very well have come from either her, or someone she’s asked to do this for her. Which, if any of you have ever sent me an ask I never answered, 75% of the time it’s because I’m all too aware this is something she does, and I’m sorry for any genuine askers I’ve ignored because of it.

That being said, no, you haven’t missed anything. I’ve never spoken publicly about it (nor has anyone else she might’ve tried to do this to, of whom I know of at least one person in this fandom, and two others before me from other fandoms).

Even in private I’ve only alluded the actual extent of it to one person, and even further still, there were details I couldn’t make myself say, and won’t say now because re-counting them makes it feel like it’s still happening and I’ve spent too much time getting violently sick in my recovery of it.

But maybe part of that recovery comes with no longer being afraid to warn people of what to look out for when it comes to her and others like her.

Content warning for sexual abuse below the cut:

This might sound like a stupid place to start, but nothing about what happened was stupid or so benign as this intro might lend you to believe, so I’m asking you to just go with it, for a second, please.

I write angst, drama, and romance. Clearly. Unabashedly. It’s what I’m here for, and it’s what I love to do. I’ve also always been upfront about my disinterest in writing smut. There’s nothing wrong with it, it just doesn’t hold my interest, so even smutty prompts will turn dramatic and romantic in my hands.

And literally can’t count the number of times I said that to her.

She read something into one of my first ficlets that I didn’t put there, and because it came up in the very beginning of our relationship before we’d established a stronger report, I didn’t argue further than to just tell her, when read in context, this[1] was meant to describe the way Alex feeds her own self-deprecation, NOT because it’s actually a sincere reading of what happened between them.

I told her so many times that smut was difficult and uninteresting to me to write, that I wanted to write drama and romance, and I was remiss for ever thinking she cared about that, because she wanted me to write smut for her, and getting what she wants is literally all she cares about.

And after a time, I did write smut for/with her because, while it’s not something I have ever sought to do on my own, I am physically capable of it and I’m a good enough writer that I do write it well, so I didn’t see the harm in making the concession for someone who, at that point, I considered a really good friend, with every chance of becoming a best friend, especially at a time in my life I didn’t have many of those, and had NO fandom friends to speak of.

So I did it on the basis that it wasn’t something I would do often, and it still didn’t hold my interest the way it held hers, making it clear throughout that I would always prefer to write within my own genres.

I had no clue at the time that, in my concession, I was giving her the tools she needed to create an environment in which she’d tell me to perform to her liking, and very quickly established the punishments I’d face for saying no.

Those punishments included:

pushing the issue, asking again and again, until the easiest option was just to give in so the issue would just finally go away

pretending to make concessions herself by asking instead for only part of the original whole, regardless of why I didn’t want to do ANY part of it

treating me with cold antagonism if I stuck to my original no, making interactions one-sided and uncomfortable

guilt-trip or punish me (in all the listed ways) if I didn’t react to her or her writing (also all smut, do not let the genre of her public works make you doubt that) in the way SHE qualified as the correct way to respond (which was almost always an expectation to enthusiastically jump into continuing the [smutty] prompt with her)

making it very clear that she only kept people around if they served her purpose, likening friendship to a quantifiable transaction, that if she wrote something for me (which was almost always smut, by the way, in case you were wondering if she wrote my preferred genres for me), I was expected to write something for her that she deemed appropriately proportional

going so far as to actually stop talking to me for two or three months at a time when I really pissed her off, left stuck with the knowledge that if I’d just done what she wanted, or if I hadn’t opened my mouth and called her out for her shitty behavior, then I wouldn’t have lost my friend

if I showed her any of my writing that DIDN’T include smut, she eventually stopped feigning interest in it, and would instead: not actually react, outwardly belittled it, belittled me, make me feel stupid and dramatic for writing what I love to write, like my writing wasn’t actually good or enjoyable without smut being included, or she’d take some core part of my plot and MAKE it vulgar in an attempt to spin the whole thing into a way to force me to write smut with her

Again, I know this sounds like a relatively benign place to describe what happened and doesn’t do much to claim she was anything other than a shitty friend, but I need to make clear how she works and the choices I faced, the choices SHE gave me between saying no to her, and just giving in.

Because it wasn’t just writing smut for her, and everything fatally wrong about even that part of our relationship got exponentially more so when the relationship became sexual between us.

No wasn’t a suitable answer for her. Hard-line, “No, I don’t want to,” means, “Convince me in whatever way you can,” in her opinion. If I didn’t have a reason SHE deemed good enough to not be able to do what she wanted, then she expected me to get over it and just comply, and she’d push and push and push because, to her, no means I just haven’t said yes yet, and she had no qualms about using those same punishments against me when that yes never came.

And those choices change the way you think until it’s, “I don’t want to do this, but I don’t want to even tell her that because things have been good and I don’t want to make her mad,” and “If I just do it, she’ll let it go and leave me alone,” and “Is sticking to my first no really worth the fight? Is a little discomfort worth losing her?”

She cornered me into a lot of vulnerable positions, and I am utterly terrified of her using those things to retaliate against me for talking about this now, because last time I even vaguely alluded to her, she sent me a message making it very clear she not only read it, but was defensive and angry at me for doing so.

I adore this fandom, I love being here, and I’m terrified of people hating me for the things she’d say.

But I’m saying it now, because I’m tired of being scared. And I’m tired getting sick to my stomach every time I see her writing being held up to any kind of esteem, and I hate that it took someone else noticing my reactions to sex and intimacy were that of someone who’d been sexually abused for me to actually face the extent of what she did to me.

And most of all, I hate that she might be following this blog. That she might be reading this, or having people send me messages, or being anywhere in my fandom space at all, and I will not let that vile, disgusting, predatory, miserable excuse for a human being scare me out of my fandom.

It took time, distance, and a few unimaginably awesome friends to stop excusing every vile thing she did, and certainly played a major role in keeping me from folding to her the last time she tried to twist me back into it.

I’m still not quite at okay though. I still can’t stomach sexual attention, not even from my partner[2], and there are still a lot of days I can’t even stand skin-to-skin contact. But I’m strong enough to do this. To talk about it now. Still terrified, but my friends know most of this already, and I know I’m not going to lose them.

And not gonna lie, a huge part of my ability to do this comes down to the fact that you guys have always been so unfailingly supportive. I wouldn’t feel safe enough to do this if you weren’t so great, and while the fear’s still there, I do take comfort in what you’ve shown me thus far.

[1] “You’re her little sister, and you turn her on, make her wet, make her want. You’re her little sister, and she loves seeing your blue eyes staring up at her from between her legs. You’re her little sister, and she loves watching you come for her, knows what every inch of your body tastes like, and she can list every vulgar thing that drives you completely wild.”

[2] Yes, my partner knows the full extent of this. They were actually the one who broached the subject of my reactions being that of a sexual abuse survivor. We’re also in a poly relationship, just by the by.

[gaydy-of-the-lake]

Prompt fic - ‘Drunk’

Lena Luthor ignored the buzzing of her phone. Her Mandarin was a little rusty, and the last thing she needed was to mess up an email to a company L-Corp wanted to collaborate with. After giving the message a cursory once-over, she pressed send and went to check her texts.

Kara Danvers: Lenaaaaa, come drink with meee 

Kara Danvers: They have shhots and drinkks and more shots

Lena looked at the time in the corner of her laptop - 11:01pm.

Kara, where are you?

Picking up her coat and purse, Lena scoured her office for her discarded heels and hopped as she slipped them on. She scurried past Jess’ long empty desk and into the elevator. Lena was texting her driver to meet her downstairs as Kara’s reply came in multiple bursts.

Kara Danvers: Totallly awesome bar.

Kara Danvers: They have alien drinnks hree too and alienss. Ltos of aliens.

Lena couldn’t help the audible sigh that escaped her lips then. Ever since Mon-El had been sent away, she had been expecting something. If Lena was honest, she was more leaning towards a tearful Kara showing up in her office or an angry Kara telling her that she blamed Lena for making the device that sent her boyfriend away forever.

Instead she had seen stoic Kara, who hid behind broken imitations of her sunny smiles and locked all her emotions away. It was worse than either scenario Lena had dreamed up.

But, it seemed that the dam had finally given way.

Now the question was whether to hack into Kara’s phone and find out where she was, or call her and try to find out that way?

Kara Danvers: Lenna, people are soo nicce heree. I got frree drinks from a nicce man.

Lena was calling her before she finished reading.

“Lena!” Kara shouted exuberantly. It was more emotion than Lena had heard in any of their lunches. “Lena, come and meet mee!”

Lena chuckled. “Okay Kara, what’s the bar called? Where is it?”

“Errr… The Zion? It’s near that noodle place we went to that time? Oooh Lee remember the noodles?” Lena gave the directions to Thomas as she listened to Kara’s ode to noodles with a grin on her face.

The car pulled up in an area which was dilapidated enough that Thomas offered to escort Lena into the bar. She declined politely, and kept her ear to the phone as Kara continued on.

The Zion was shabby on the outside, but pushing past the beaded curtain at the entrance revealed a lively and modern decor. The white circular bar took up the centre of the room, with surrounding booths of low tables and comfy looking sofas. There was a small dance floor which was filled with a few patrons jumping and swaying to something Lena wasn’t familiar with.

Lena was grateful for her black dress and heels as she strode through the crowd, since the dress code of the humans and, yes, aliens was typical of a club. She felt a few looks of recognition being shot her way and straightened her back, chin high in the air.

Kara’s voice pulled her out of her assessment of the room. “Oh! I see you!”

Lena felt her friend, before she saw her. Strong arms came around her middle, and Lena hoped that the stutter of her heart at the contact wasn’t obvious.

Kara, it seemed, had come straight from work to the bar. A signature cardigan hung off of an arm, leaving her in a polka dot dress with a purse slung over a defined shoulder. Lena shook herself, and tried not to stare at her arms. Now was not the time.

“Lee we can have so much fun now! We should get a drink, what do you want?” Kara pulled at Lena’s hand and looked so care free in that moment, that she was powerless to resist.

She sent a text to Thomas to go home for the night.

“Shhottts!”

This was a bad idea. Lena had sat down on the stool next to Kara’s at the bar and already she had a number of shots in front of her with a half-finished scotch in her hand.

“Kara, are you sure this is a good idea?” Lena began, hesitantly.

Kara placed a finger on Lena’s lips and she quietened. She still wasn’t used to Kara’s tactile friendship, with the hugging and brushing of arms. Lena had grown up to firm handshakes and air kisses next to cheeks. But lips? This was new.

And unhelpful to the minor crush she harboured for her friend.

“Shush Lee.” Lena wasn’t sure when she had garnered this nickname, but it made her smile to think that she’d earned one when the world couldn’t seem to separate her last name from her first.

Kara’s grin widened. “We’re going to play never have I ever.” Lena laughed.

A number of shots in and the world was a little hazy around the edges. Lena was laughing hard, hair in disarray from twisting her fingers through it over and over. It turned out that drunken Kara was a lot more daring than she had previously thought.

“Noooo don’t laugh!” Kara’s hands covered her face, strands of hair falling from the careful braids atop her head. “I genuinely thought I’d get you with that one!”

Still chuckling, Lena responded, “Well I certainly am learning new things about you today… a public beach Kara?”

“Yeah… the sand got everywhere. Friction burns. Never again.” The pair both paused at the admission, and promptly burst into hysterics.

As their breathing got under control, Kara turned to Lena. “Thank you, for coming tonight.”

Kara was looking down at one of her ‘special’ shots which she had forbidden Lena to touch, something about it having strawberries in which Lena was allergic to.

Lena took Kara’s hand in her own. “Of course. Any time you need.”

She got a squeeze of thanks and smile for her efforts. Lena pushed the fluttering in her stomach aside.

“Lena, I think I’m forgetting to miss him.” The voice was so small, that Lena almost missed it. “I went the whole of today without thinking about him and then when I realised I felt so guilty.”

Lena squeezed her friend’s hand between her own, moving closer so she could hear her over the noise of the bar. Kara looked up. “I’m afraid that so many people have left that I’m not even fazed by it anymore.”

Tears sprung in Kara’s eyes and Lena’s locked with them. “It’s okay to move on with your life Kara. Anyone who really cared about you would want you to live and be happy and be loved, because you, Kara Danvers, are one of the greatest people I know and you deserve all of the love in the world.”

Kara’s muffled sob as she hugged Lena as tightly as she dared was all Lena needed to know to get her home.

Kara’s head was on Lena’s shoulder the whole cab ride back to Lena’s apartment. Kara had looked up at her with the saddest bluest eyes she had ever seen and asked if she could stay at Lena’s. Lena had always been a sucker for a pretty girl.

Wait, what?

Lena attempted to shake the alcoholic fog from her mind. She was comforting her friend, her best friend, who was hurting and… drooling adorably on her shoulder.

It’s official. She’s whipped.

Coaxing a sleepy Kara awake was as difficult as expected. Thankfully, she had an elevator that led directly into her apartment.

Lena helped Kara take off her shoes and sat her on the couch with a bottle of water. She managed to get her to drink most of it before she began fidgeting.

“Leeeennnaaa, ‘m uncomfy.” Lena poked her head out from the bathroom to find her friend with her dress stuck above her head, one arm half pulled out of it and the other stuck at an odd angle within the fabric of the dress.

Lena, the unflappable, Luthor stuttered her response at the sight of Kara in her underwear and trapped in a dress.

Whipped. Completely whipped.

And how was it fair that Kara got abs after eating the way that she did?

Coming to her senses, Lena found an old MIT t-shirt and some leggings for her friend. Then unzipped the dress that was causing her so much trouble.

It took 30 minutes in the middle of the kitchen and Lena’s face in several shades of red before Kara was presentable again.

The next obstacle presented itself when Lena went to take off Kara’s glasses. “No! I don’t want to miss anything.”

“Kara, you’ll be asleep?”

“No, you’re so pretty that I need to see you as much as I can!”

Lena didn’t want to get into that one, she wasn’t sober enough for this.

Lena helped Kara take off her makeup, with difficulty around the glasses, and tucked her into her own king sized bed. She should have thought better before taking the spot next to her, because if Kara was tactile in her waking hours a sleeping Kara was something else.

It was the early hours of the morning, and the covers were nowhere to be seen. Lena had woken to find Kara sharing her pillow and facing her, a long leg hooked between hers and her hands! One was at her hip, the other arm was bent between them, palm just over her chest.

Lena tensed immediately, and Kara only snuggled closer, her head resting beneath Lena’s chin.

Oh God.

There was a buzzing noise and Lena saw Kara’s phone lighting up on the night stand – someone was calling her. The phone went quiet for a second, before renewing again.

“Kara?” she whispered, gently placing her hand on the top of an arm. “Kara, your phone is ringing.”

A crinkle of a brow. “Shh… it’s early.”

“I know,” A head buried deeper under her chin, and Lena had to remind herself to breathe. “but Kara, it’s been ringing for a while. It might be important.”

Work was unlikely, as it was a Saturday morning. But Kara had a habit of receiving important phone calls that required immediate action.

Kara offered a groan of protest as Lena moved to reach over Kara and grab her phone. ‘Alex’ flashed on the screen.

“Kara, it’s your sister. She’s called a few times.”

Try over 20.

Lena looked down at Kara, who was sleeping soundly once more. She would want her sister to know that she’s safe right?

She clicked the answer button.

“Kara!? Oh thank God, you’re okay! You’re okay right? You missed game night and everyone has been looking for you but you had your GPS off and you-. Do you know how worried I’ve been? It’s been hours! We’ve not slept-“

Lena had to interrupt her, it was getting overwhelming. “Agent Danvers, this is Lena?” The line went quiet. “Kara’s fine, she text me last night from a bar and she’s now safely sleeping it off in my apartment.”

“Your apartment?” The implication is there, Lena can feel it and the idea that her crush hasn’t been as subtle to the older Danvers sister as Lena would have liked rears its ugly head.

“Yes, she asked to stay here.” Lena swallowed, and glanced to the sleeping girl in question who had both arms wrapped around Lena’s middle and her face pressed in the dip of her waist. “You’re welcome to come by, but she probably won’t be awake for a few more hours.”

“I’ll be there in 20.” And the line went dead.

Lena looked down at her friend and worked on extracting herself before going to take a shower.

She really wished she’d given the apartment a once-over before letting Alex walk in.

“Luthor, there had better be a good reason why my sister’s bra is on your kitchen counter!”

[podcasts-8-my-heart]

Starry

<b>Ste X Harry playlist from <i>Hollyoaks</i></b>

<b>Author’s Note:</b> This “playlist” was written around December of last year before some of the newer Hollyoaks episodes came out and changed the way Ste and Harry’s relationship was going, so this is semi-canon up until the episodes after a certain point. There’s also a bit of plot overlap between certain songs but I just want to get this off my hard drive and into the real world. If you want to borrow pieces for a story just cite me please.

Albums used: Fall Out Boy’s <i>Folie à Deux</i> and <i>American Beauty/American Psycho</i>.

<i>Irresistible</i>- Their relationship while they were hiding from Sinead. Harry wants to keep coming back to Ste, as he loves him. He loves the way Ste plays hard to catch while they’re hiding their relationship away from the other people. Along with hiding Harry’s kiss with John Paul from the others, which started to build the romantic attraction between Ste and Harry.

<i&gtFourth of July</i>-Relationship once the first kiss which started the chain reaction of events. They trade places with who’s singing through the song. Harry tries to put his imprint on Ste, who eventually caves in, as Harry gives Cleo up after he falls into Ste’s love trap. Their love is quite spicy and “I’ll be as honest as you let me.” -Lyric for the both of them, mainly Ste.

<i>The Kids Aren’t Alright</i>- Their relationship after it was exposed when John Paul pulled the curtain down exposing Ste and Harry (both shirtless) kissing. “In the end, I’d do it all again; I think you’re my best friend.” Ste and Harry after Harry’s dad found out about them being together and how he’s in mortal shock. Tony then finds out that Harry booked a room for him and Ste, using Ste’s married name, McQueen, since that was the name on the credit card. Since the school thought that the certificate was for Harry and John, they question John and he then loses his job because Harry lied about not registering the certificate (the school has no clue that Ste and John are “married” to each other.) Harry then feels guilty after seeing John Paul bring the box of his personal items out of the school. Harry then goes to the Principal and recanted his earlier statement about how John initiated the kiss. He then tells the Principal the whole truth about the fact that he went to a (gay) club, talked to John Paul and initiated the kiss. He also states that John didn’t know that Harry was a student, as he thought that Harry looked older than what he actually is and the fact that he (Harry) didn’t <i>know</i> that John was a teacher, let alone new his English teacher. John Paul gets his job back, Harry gets teased for kissing John Paul and gets in a fight with a kid, resulting in getting a week of detentions. When John got his job back prompts him to mention the fact that Harry’s failing English class to Tony, Harry’s phone gets suspended while John tutors him. Ste thinks that Harry dumped him because he didn’t show up for the date and Harry later explains why he didn’t respond to Ste’s texts, because his dad took the phone during the tutoring session. Ste is relieved to find out that Harry didn’t break up with him. (It switches between Ste and Harry for who’s singing throughout the song).

<i>America’s Suitehearts</i>- Ste’s singing and looking at Harry while he’s singing. He’s talking about all the issues they’ve gone through together. And the level in which they love each other, no matter how many fall outs and ins they’ve had together since their near kiss in the porter-room. So in a sense John and Sinead got the two together without them realizing (slightly) until the porter-room incident.

<i>Uma Thurman</i>- Starry’s relationship status in the body of a girl or Cleo/Sidean? Also talks about getting rid of Ste’s “issue” with Coke and alcohol. Harry can be the “you”, but part of the time Ste could be the “you” and the “she” could be Sinead or Cleo, most likely Sinead, because she was trying to get Scott and Harry together. Cue  Harry and Ste getting locked in the porter-room. Harry also keeps the romance blooming even if Ste tries to stop him.

<i>She’s My Winona</i>- the relationship put into words. It also mentions going to the hospital which could be for all those times Ste ended up the hospital because of how Harry started it in some form or another. Ex. Alex(?) and Kyle Butch(?) beating up Ste outside of the Flying Rainbow because Ste put his arm around Harry because he knows that Harry’s gay, even if he won’t admit it. When Kyle and A see Ste “touching” Harry in a gay manner, they beat him up. Harry was too scared to stop the brothers, but he did call for an ambulance to get Ste to the Hospital. Ste calls Harry after he wakes up after Sinead left to get coffee. He tells Harry to pick up or he’ll regret it. Harry gets excluded from the team because of the incident with Ste. Harry admits to the police that he “did it and beat Ste up because he got mad at him and he punched and kicked Ste.”, the statement is in fact a lie as we know that the Butch (?) brothers truly did it. Ste’s shocked that Harry turned himself in, even though he knows that Harry didn’t do anything when he was getting beat up by the brothers. Harry only stood by and watched Ste get beat up and feel shame for him. Later the brothers are somewhat turned in by Harry’s friend, Zach, but Ste remembers them beating him up and admits that they were the ones who beat him up, saving Harry from jail. + the time that Ste got sent to the hospital after he attempted to clean up and relapsed again.

<i>Headfirst slide into Cooperstown On A Bad Bet</i>- Harry’s singing to Ste. (But part of the lyrics are from when Ste and Sinead were together and Harry’s still singing. He’s also singing about John Paul. He’s also partly singing at John directly.)

<i>I Don’t Care</i>- Starry’s relationship in a bottle, especially Ste and his “issue” + his HIV. Along with what people think about them and their sexuality. Along with how Ste feels about what Sinead did after she found out Ste was with Harry even though she said that she gave him the all clear pass to go out with men once in a while. Since the relationship has been riding around people and lots of problems. They still survived after Harry almost got stuck at his old boarding school, which Ste rescued him from as he got sent there because he couldn’t tell his dad that he was with Ste, so he lied and said that Ste was giving him Coke. Ste’s a pretty awesome dude for putting up with so many relationship issues even with other people in the past that caused issues between multiple people.

<i>Jet Pack Blues</i>-When Ste had to go and get Harry, along with the point when Ste relapsed and started doing Coke again after Harry turned 18. Harry couldn’t believe how the “break up” that Ste proclaimed on his birthday affected Ste’s emotional stability. “She” through the the song flips from Harry and Sinead several times. “She(Harry)’s in long black coat tonight; waiting for me in the downpour outside, singing, "baby come home.” In a melody of tears, while the rhythm of the rain keeps time.“

<i>W.A.M.S.</i>- relationship when kisses and hugs are involved. Along with their issues and fix-ups especially with Ste’s "track record” which Harry still loves him, no matter what Ste does.  Also when they are trying to survive the school issues and still be in love. Good for Fluffy Drabbles.

<i>Centuries</i>-Amount of time it took the boys to figure out that they were in love with each other after the Porter-room incident, dancing on tiptoes around Sinead and Harry’s dad. Also Harry could be signing at Ste and how he didn’t want Ste to use drugs to “fix” their relationship and he’s singing that he could be Ste’s choice for fixing up his act.

<i>27</i>- their emotions throughout their relationship. Along with the part when Ste’s been fighting against the Coke use again. “I gotta lot of friends who are stars; but some of them are just black holes. (In the Starry relationship)”. Harry takes in Ste’s mess-ups and rebounds no matter what the results are. He also keeps the secrets locked up in his head when needed.

<i>West Coast Smoker</i>- Ste’s issues combined with Harry witnessing what happens when Ste does them. Ex. Spray painting the floor with “Ste+Harry 4eva” in a heart shape at his school near his locker. It also causes Harry to think about if what he had with Ste was true or not. Ste’s singing and trying to fix up his act.

<i>20 Dollar Nose Bleed</i>- Harry’s reaction to his dad trying to send him off to the private school and Ste rescuing him from the school. Along with the time the condom split after Sinead and Ste did it, so they had to go to the hospital due to Ste’s HIV. Benzedrine can reference to Ste. The flags represent when they had their first “Hollyoaks Pride” parade and they were kissing in the booth that had gay pride flags covering it. “Have you ever wanted to disappear?” Is talking about Ste and Sinead’s relationship and when she did disappear after her jealousy of Ste and Harry’s relationship ate her up from the inside. Along with after John pulled the booth covering down (he was jealous of what Ste had with Harry, and the fact that neither of them were clearing the fact that Sinead wasn’t the one who cheated, rather it was Ste) revealing Ste and Harry kissing rather passionately. (Follow with <i>The Kids Aren’t Alright</i>)

<i>What A Catch, Donnie</i>- Ste and Harry’s relationship before it got exposed when Ste went to the hospital after he slept in the cold after he got punched, right after he “started” to get clean, then relapsed again. Ste still wanted Harry after the relapse even though he rejected Harry on his 18th birthday. Also talks about when Ste was still with Sinead, and how walking around with Harry after she left was harder.

<i>The (Shipped) Gold Standard</i>- Harry wanting to confess to Ste, but his dad is to close so he can’t. He wants to keep the relationship secret. Especially when Sinead was around.

<i>American Beauty/American Psycho</i>- Ste’s singing at Harry, partly from when he was in love with Sinaed, but the other part is after she left. And partly when they broke apart for a little bit. “She” can also be referring to Harry as well, as they became deeply in love after the near kiss in the porter-room.

<i>Favorite Record</i>- Danced at Harry/Ste’s house when they had their first date. Along with what went on that night. Also mentions driving back from rescuing Harry from the Academy and seeing how deeply Harry affects Ste. Ste’s got the honor of singing this song. It also mentions “You know how much better off I am.” Dec line.

<i>Tiffany Blews</i>- Ste’s singing about Sinead before and after she left for part of the time, the rest he’s singing to Harry. Also one line is sung by Harry, “Dear gravity you held me down in this star-lit city”.

<i>Disloyal Order of the Water Buffaloes</i>- Ste almost getting sent to jail when he was getting rid of the Coke and alcohol, because Harry’s dad called the police to try and get him away from Harry. Also the beginning may refer to John and Harry’s kiss that Harry initiated. Also mentions Ste restarting the Coke and alcohol. It might also be talking at Ste and Harry’s singing to try and get Ste to clean his act up.

<i>Pavlove</i>- Talks about Ste and how he was “trying to corrupt” Harry as everyone says his relationships do with people.

<i>(Coffee’s For Closers)</i>- Ste and Harry after Harry admits he’s gay. Ste kind of celebrates but Tony (Harry’s dad) isn’t comfortable with Ste and Harry together. #Starryforever and how Tony’s reaction causes Harry to spend more time in his room after his dad’s reaction. Ste also feels heartbroken after Harry yells at him and tells him that they’re over… Yet a few days later they’re kissing again and Tony tells Ste to stay away from Harry.

<i>Novocaine</i>- When Ste when back on Coke, and how it caused the relationship to go down hill quite quickly. And how Harry couldn’t believe how different Ste was on Coke than when he was clean. It also causes him to realize that he’s better off without the drugs and alcohol because that caused the relationship he built up with Harry to spiral into a dark, messy chaos. “I’m just a problem that doesn’t want to be solved.” -Sums Ste up when he was on the drugs quite clearly. When he was on Coke he was very numb to how Harry was feeling towards him.

<i>Immortals</i>- Harry’s singing, he’s comparing Ste’s record to his love for him. He wants to be with Ste forevermore, till death does them part.

<i>Twin Skeleton’s (Hotel In NYC)</i>- “Promises are made if you just hold on.” Ste’s singing about Harry being his drug replacement and how Harry’s going to fix him up before he causes the relationship to pitfall. And that Harry just needs to “hold on” to what they’ve got.

[jedifighterpilot2727]

Prompt: Imagine Lena knowing that Kara is Supergirl but not really saying anything about it. Instead she just talks to Kara and Supergirl as the same person (i.e. mentioning things to Kara that she’s talked to Supergirl about) and Kara’s too distracted by her huge crush on Lena to notice. Then one day Kara suddenly realises that Lena has known the whole time and she’s basically confirmed it accidentally and she sort of panics a little. Lena calms her down and assures her that it’s ok.

My Baby’s Got a Secret

Lena Luthor was no idiot.

She had graduated Summa Cum Laude from Harvard with a double major in business and computer engineering.

She was the CEO of a multi-billion dollar corporation before the age of 35.

She had literally hundreds of patents filed under name.

She had read a ridiculous amount of books, fiction and non-fiction, hell, she had even read the dictionary once.

It was not hard to figure out that Kara Danvers was Supergirl.

Glasses and a ponytail did not a good disguise make. Especially when you were trying to hide from the girl who had actually designed facial recognition software.

She didn’t say anything though.

It was cute, watching Kara try and cover her tracks, try and pretend to be two different people. The excuses she came up with when cutting out of dates early, or leaving Lena’s bed in the middle of the night were overused at best and completely unbelievable at worst.

Really, how many times could her sister get locked out of her apartment? Lena had spent enough time around Alex Danvers to know that she was of above average intelligence, and definitely not the type to lose her keys three times in one week. Besides, she highly suspected that Alex would take it as a challenge to break into her own apartment rather than call her sister for help.

But Lena never complained, never said a word.

When Kara would leave in a rush with a mumble excuse, she would simply turn on the news and bite her lip with worry as she watched Supergirl fly into a burning building or stop a robbery, or worse - fight some alien threat high above National City.

She wondered how long they would be able to keep it up.

Who would slip first.

If she would go to undress Kara and find the Super suit underneath.

Or if Supergirl would accidentally kiss her before flying off her balcony.

It was like a low stakes game of poker face that kept her heart racing every time they parted ways. Whenever the inevitable happened, she thought perhaps they would laugh about it, Kara’s eyes scrunching up at the corners as she giggled about failing at keeping her secret identity a secret.

Nevertheless, she always thought it would be a breathless moment of revelation and confession.

Never in a million years did she think it would happen like this.

She was sitting at her desk when Supergirl touched down on her balcony, cape billowing behind her in the night air.

“Supergirl, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Just thought I’d check in on you, see if you were feeling any better.“

Lena froze on her way to the bar.

She had sniffled twice this morning over breakfast and Kara had freaked out, mumbling about colds and how the human race was so fragile. She half expected her day to be filled with texts and calls from her overprotective girlfriend, but alas, a rogue alien had attacked the city and instead her day was filled with watching news reports of Supergirl.

She could play this one of two ways - confront Kara about the slip, or let it slide to see how it played out.

“Much better, I told you it was just allergies.”

“Well Ms. Luthor, one can never be too sure.”

She bit back a laugh at the ‘Ms. Luthor’ the idea of any formality between them - particularly after where Kara’s mouth had been last night.

“I appreciate your concern. Especially after how busy you’ve been today.“

She reached for her favorite bottle of vodka, only to find it was empty.

“I’d offer you a drink, but it seems I’m all out.”

“It’s fine, probably best that I don’t drink and fly anyway.” Kara smirked, and Lena was two seconds away from leaning forward and brushing the stray curl out the hero’s eyes when the sound of a siren filtered through the open balcony door.

“I suppose you’re needed.“

“A hero’s work is never done.” Kara said ruefully. “Have a good night Ms. Luthor.”

And then she was gone, a blue and red streak across the sky as Lena sat back at her desk to consider this new development.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

There was a bottle of her favorite vodka sitting on the kitchen counter when she went to fix breakfast the next morning.

“What’s this?“

“Oh, it’s for your office, I picked it up on my way home last night.” Kara rounded the corner, glasses fogged as she towel dried her hair. “Just a heads up, I’m pretty sure Snapper wants me to get the story on L-Corp’s newest stock offering today. You want me to bring food by your office for lunch or do you wanna eat out?”

Lena’s eyes traced down Kara’s still naked form.

“Uhhh, out. I’ll make reservations at that fancy burger place you like.“

“Sounds great!”

“You know, I could always go in a little late today … “ She stepped forward to trail a lazy hand up Kara’s abs and her girlfriend smiled devilishly.

“I could always tell Snapper I got caught chasing down a story …“

Just as their lips were about to meet, the tv squawked from the living room.

“This just in, the foundry plant on the westside of the industrial district has went up in flames this morning, reports suggest -”

Kara’s face fell.

“On second thought, he might not like it if I’m late again; I better go.“

“Up, up, and away?”

“Yep, I mean my office is on the top floor!” Her nose scrunched in that adorable way that Lena loved and then she was gone, returning in entirely too short a time to have completely dressed, done her hair AND put on makeup.

“I’ll see you for lunch!” Kara promised and with a quick peck on the lips she was out the door.

Lena didn’t even have to turn around to know that Supergirl was speeding past her window.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

When Kara showed up for the interview at the restaurant, she still smelled slightly like smoke.

“Hey, thanks for ordering for me!” she said grinning as she saw the two gigantic burgers and the plate full of fries Lena had ordered for her.

“I figured all the fire fighting might whet your appetite.” Lena said carefully, taking a long draw from her glass of merlot.

Kara nodded furiously, stuffing french fries in her face at a rate that would be unbecoming for anyone else.

“And Snapper was a total … jerk face. I can’t wait until Ms Grant comes back and puts him in his place.“

“I could always call and take him down a few notches if you like.”

Kara smiles at her, and she thinks this might be the closest anyone’s ever gotten to the sun without being incinerated.

“I can handle him, maybe this article will get him off my back.“

“Well I will gladly answer all the questions you throw at me. I can even arrange a private tour if that helps.”

“A private tour of what?”

“My bedroom."She says simply, and winks in a way that makes Kara drop her burger back to her plate, coughing.

“I’ll have to take you up on that. Off the record, of course.”

- - - - - - - - - - - - -

They continue in much the same way for the next few weeks, Kara and Supergirl blending together until she almost forgets she’s not supposed to know they’re the same person.

It all comes to a head at game night, Lena’s feet in Kara’s lap - nimble fingers working their magic and massaging away the tightness left from hours spent in high heels.

“There you go, 450 measly bucks for landing on your stupid Baltic Avenue hotel.” Winn passed a few bills to Kara from his ever growing stack.

“I’m telling you,” Kara grinned gleefully; “This is how the game is won, small victories. Eventually I will crush you like I crushed that missile that was headed for city hall this morning!”

The room stopped.

Everyone turned to Kara who was holding out the dice for Lena to blow on like their playing craps in Vegas and not just Monopoly in Kara’s living room.

“Ahem.” Alex cleared her throat, looking pointedly at Kara.

“What? I totally crushed it. Literally.“

“Kara.” Alex looked at Lena now. “She means she totally crushed the story Snapper sent her to write about SUPERGIRL taking care of the missile.”

It’s then Kara froze, eyes wide with fear and unease.

“I yes, I - that’s - Snapper and the story-“

“Kara.” Lena interrupts softly, sitting up and resting a hand on her girlfriend’s shoulder. “This morning you told me you were going to take a flight around the neighborhood to check for trouble. And last night Supergirl showed up on my balcony bitching about how Snapper Carr is ‘a rude little man’.”

“She did? I - well-“

“Kara.” she repeats again. “It’s okay.”

Kara’s shoulders sag in what she hopes is relief.

“You’re not mad?“

“I’ve known you were Supergirl from the very beginning. I just wanted to be comfortable enough to tell me yourself. And then you started letting things slip - Supergirl knew things only you should have known, you suddenly had a penchant for saving the world. I just assumed your subconscious was okay with me knowing and you just hadn’t quite figured it out yet.

“Oh.”

Kara’s eyes locked on hers and the rest of the room melted away.

“I should have said something after you slipped the first time but I didn’t really know what to say.”

“I should have told you I was Supergirl from the very beginning.“

She leaned forward, adjusting Kara’s crooked glasses.

“You had your reasons, there are a lot of people at risk if the wrong people find out your identity.”

“Yeah, but you’re one of those people at risk now, you should have known what you were getting into.“

“My girlfriend is pretty awesome, I’m sure she could protect me.”

A blushing Kara giggled and Lena continued.

“Not that I’m a distressing damsel or anything.”

“No, no definitely not.” Kara’s bright blue eyes were inches away now. “You can certainly take care of yourself.“

“Guys.” Alex’s voice was deadpan but it still startled them apart. “We’re all still here. So before this gets too-“ She waved a hand, “mushy; I just want to stop you.”

“Yeah can we get back to the part where I’m kicking everybody’s ass at Monopoly?” Winn whined.

And just like that, her world settles back to normal.

A Luthor and a Super.

Who would have thought.

Let me know what you think!

[alexfrostaegis]

Unveiled

As the combatants enter the ring, the elezen looks down at her sword, lost in thoughts that weigh like a roegadyn sitting upon her chest. Her opponent, a veritable veteran of the coliseum, Swift Mammoth. The red-skinned warrior locks eyes with the comparably willowy elezen, hafting his ornate but solid labrys, the blades and haft of which form the tusks and trunk of a pachyderm face quite artistically. An idle thought that crosses Alex's mind as she mulls over what her miqo'te friend had said a few days prior...

"Why don't you just drop it?" The cheery redhead asked with uncharacteristic concern in her voice. Alex looked back at her across the quicksand table, "I... here and now is not the time to talk about that." she looked around cautiously. "It'd be fine though, nobody who cares about you, cares about how you look. They'd understand if you did it." Growing less comfortable with the conversation by the second, Alex replied "I suppose... I would." The miqo'te placed her hand on Alex's cheek, with a deadpan tone that barely contained her excitement "I bet you'd look awesome." The alabaster elezen flashed pink as the seeker grinned like an idiot.

... as her mind cleared, her resolve crystalized. Alex looked into the crowd, spotting her miqo'te friend. She gave a stoic nod, her friend first becoming confused, then excited. A burst of giddy escaped her before she leaned in with anticipation and a supportive smirk.

The announcer's voice trails off as he notices Alex exchange looks. Alex looks up to the crowd above. "People of Ul'dah, I have not been honest with you all! Nor myself..." she recomposes herself "I am a daughter of Ishgard, as surely as any child of the high houses, but this is not my true form." she extends her hand and begins an utterance "O veil of flesh, o vessel of bone..."

The crowd collectively hold their breath, as the elezen becomes engulfed in an ascending cascade of blue embers. Her clothes become slack as her form shrinks inside her mail. The crowd looks on as her horns replace her long ears, as her eyes begin to glow, and her hair and skin become the colours of snow and ice. Midnight blue scales creep up her neck and frame her face. Slight shock holds the crowd as the embers clear and her form is revealed, having shrunk to half her size.

The roegadyn takes one hand off his axe to rub the top of his head. "I didn't figure this'd be a show match." The announcer goes wild, implying in far too many words how Alex is now showing her true colours and feigning speculation for entertainment value.

Swift Mammoth cracks a smile as he grips his axe "Slip into something more comfortable have you? Those boots look a bit big." Looking down, Alex couldn't disagree, kicking off the sloshing footwear and going bare footed. The two exchanged serious looks "I won't go easy on you." Mammoth taunted. "Thank you." Alex replied.

Mammoth charged like a wild beast, braking at the last moment and going into a flow of guarded blows, nearly feinting Alex out, who was girded for a parry-reversal. The apparent strength gap was immense, as with direct, blocked blows Alex was nearly sent flying, prompting her to evade and dodge more.

She lept back, then sidestepped Mammoth's gap closing strike, rolling under his false edge follow up, and between his legs. Out of Mammoth's reach, Alex motioned for a timeout, confusing the warrior. Staked her sword into the sand, she then pulled up the mail on her backside and plunged her arms into the now baggy trouser leg, pulling out a forked, 5-pronged tail covered in midnight scales. It whipped around like shaking a numbed hand.

The following battle was twice as graceful, as the two traded misses and glancing blows, without hindrances. The roegadyn was deceptively agile despite his size and stature, dodging and evading the xaela's strikes as she his.

The miqo'te, who had been mesmerized by her friend having a scaly tail and horns, equally mesmerized by the veritable dance preformed by almost comically miss-sized partners, suddenly came back to the moment and began yelling and cheering with the crowd. "Woo-hoo! You can do it, Alex!" Alex, heartened, was close to catching her second wind.

"Impressive. Power and speed." Alex flattered. "It's almost unfair." she smirked. With a hearty laugh, Mammoth exclaimed "A gladiator skilled in the arts of thaumaturgy, as you are, is fair? Though I suppose you could have scalded me from afar if you had wished." "The thought of it. No, 'twould be far too disrespectful." Alex bantered. Exchanging a mutual smirk, the combatants re-engaged, trading a quick few blows, both resolved to end it swiftly. The hellsguard gained the advantage, seizing it with a haymaker blow that connected solidly enough to send the xaela flying some 3 yalms, landing on her tail, her shield split in half. The roegadyn, feeling the fatigue of the rapid bouts, lost his grip on his axe, as it flew out of his hands.

Leaping for his axe, bounding back from a roll, his axe in hand, Mammoth brought the flat of his labrys to bear upon his prone foe. In a moment of panic, Alex blasts forth a spell, forming a flat chunk of ice to cover her arm, parrying the brow of the beastly weapon.

Relentless, Mammoth recovers from the recoil and swings again, now sideways with the blade. The shield of ice cracks as the axe embeds into it. Frost creeps up the blade, the shield becomes one with the axe as Alex lets go. Alex strikes at Mammoth's head, but he parries, prompting Alex to run her sword across the weapon, forcing him to let go once again, in order to keep his fingers. Sparks fly off the metal haft, as Mammoth is left defenceless.

In a last ditch effort, Mammoth releases the weapon as Alex brings her sword to bear, striking where his hand last hand would have been. The axe clashes resoundingly with the sword, being struck to the dulling sand. Mammoth's hands clap down onto Alex, his fulm long, fulm wide grabbers wrapping around the xaela's petite, yet solid frame. He could perhaps crush her between his hands, were it not for the cold point at his throat.

A tense beat passed, followed by uproarious laughter from the roegadyn, as he releases his grip. "Oh! You're good!" "Thanks." Alex replies, without dropping her guard.

...

Later at the gladiators' guild, Swift Mammoth approaches with congratulations, cut off by a red blur. "You're so cute~!" U'lani Lahn bounces, holding onto Alex. "Wait... are you shorter than m- You are!" She covers her mouth and crouches down with a concerned look. "You... are still you, right?" she squeaks. Alex unwillingly smirks, closing her eyes while regaining her composure. "Yes, Lani, it's still me." The miqo'te slowly stands up and smiles with relief.

Feeling like an intruder, Swift Mammoth gives an approving nod over U'lani's shoulder and walks off.

[fanfics4all]

Old Obsessions

Request: Yes / No 

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JJ x Male!Reader 

Word count: 1282

Warnings: mentions of torture 

Y/N: Your Name 

Prompt(s):  “You feel like home.”

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This case was hard on all of us right now. One of our own had been taken by the unsub and we weren’t sure where he was with her right now. I was probably the most worried, since he took my wife JJ. We had a fight the night before when we were both staying late and she stormed out of the office. I suppose that’s when he grabbed her. When I got home she was no wheer to be seen and my mother said she never came home. I assumed she went to stay at Emily, or Garcia’s place, but when I walking into work Reid told me the unsub sent a note with a picture of JJ tied to the ceiling. We were all on high alert. I asked Hotch if we could send some agents to our house to make sure everyone was safe. He agreed and that put my mind at ease a bit. At least our children would be safe. We were all looking for any clues in the letter for who this could be, when I got a call from my mother. 

“Mom, I’m a little busy right now.” I said. 

“Honey, I think this letter has something to do with JJ.” She said and I stopped what I was doing. 

“What letter?” I asked. 

“It was slipped through the door with the mail. It’s addressed to you, it’s handwritten and everything. I thought it was unusual since not many people do that anymore, I opened it and- oh honey, I think you need to come get it.” She said and I was already getting up to leave. 

“The boys didn’t see it, did they?” I asked grabbing my bag and walking out the door. 

“No, they’re in their room playing. They have asked for her though.” She said and I sighed. 

“Alright, I’m walking down to the car now. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” I said. 

“Alright honey, be safe.” She said. 

“You too mom.” I said and hung up. I got home and walked in to see two agents sitting on my couch. 

“Your Mother is in the kitchen.” One said and I nodded. 

“Thanks for being here.” said and they nodded. I walked into the kitchen and saw my Mother sitting at the table with the letter in front of her. 

“Oh honey, here.” She said. I sat down and she handed me the letter. 

‘If you want to see your little blonde bimbo alive you’ll meet me at the spot we had our first date. You know the spot. I’ll be waiting in the pink dress you loved so much. I can’t wait to see you again. Nothing will be in our way this time my love.’ 

I stared at the letter and then looked up at my mother. She slid a picture of JJ hung from the ceiling with blood and bruises covering her body. 

“First date? Pink dress? My love?” I questioned out loud. 

“Honey, I think I know who it is.” My mother said and I looked at her confused. 

“Remember that girl in high school that was obsessed with you?” She said and realization hit me. 

“I gotta go.” I said getting up and rushed out of the house. I knew exactly where I had to go. There was no time to inform the team, but I had a feeling my Mother was already calling them. She didn’t know where I was going, but that would be where Garcia comes in. I drove to a small Cafe that I use to hang out at all the time in high school. I walked in and saw the girl in the pink dress that I remembered. I walked over and sat down. She smiled at me. 

“I’m so glad you got my letter! I got you your favorite.” She said with a huge smile. 

“Ashley. Where is my wife?” I asked and her smile turned into anger. 

“Why are you thinking about another girl on our date! Don’t worry about her, she’s not here I am!” She growled. 

“You’re right, I’m sorry Ash. I do love that dress, glad you remembered.” I said playing into her fantasy. 

“Thank you! I remember everything about you Y/N.” She said, her smile returning. 

“Ashley, I promise you can have me all to yourself, but please show me where JJ is.” I said and she glared at me.

“Why so you can leave me again?” She growled. 

“No! But it’s my job to save people, so please take me to her and we can let her go then I’ll be with you forever. Just like you always wanted.” I said. 

“Like we always wanted.” She said grabbing my hand. 

“Like we always wanted.” I corrected myself.” 

“Okay my love. Let’s go.” She said and we left the shop. She got in my car and I let her drive. I didn’t know where to go and I wanted her to seem like she had the control. 

“Here we are!” She said after a five-ish minute drive. It was a small white house, but the houses were every spread apart. If JJ screamed, no one would hear her. Honestly, it looked like the perfect family house. I remember Ashley being obsessed with marrying me and wanting to have a family. We walked in the house and everything looked normal, but they usually do. 

“She down here.” Ashley said and I followed her down to the basement. 

“You know Y/N, I love you so much and I’m so happy we’re finally going to live our dream. This place never felt like home until now. You feel like home. You always have.” She said and I gave her a smile. 

“I love you too Ashley.” I said as we made it to the bottom of the stairs. She flicked a light on and I saw JJ hanging there. She looked weak, which makes sense if she’s been hanging like that for the past 24 hours. 

“See, I told you he loved me bitch!” She said and punched JJ in the stomach. 

“Ashley!” I shouted stopping her from doing more. 

“We agreed that we would let her go and then we can live our life together.” I said and she smirked. 

“Oh love, you know just as well as I do that we can’t do that. We have to kill the bitch or something will always be in our way!” She said and walked over and picked up a knife. She moved behind JJ and raised it to stab her in the stomach. 

“Ashley no!” I shouted. 

“FBI! Drop the knife and step away from the agent!” Morgan’s voice ran through the basement and it made Ashley pause. I rushed over to her and tackled her. The knife fell out of her hand and I pinned her down. Morgan came over and took her from me. I quickly helped Reid get JJ down and held her in my arms. 

“Hey baby, are you okay?” I asked. 

“I will be.” She said placing a hand on my cheek and pulled me down for a kiss. 

“Let’s get you checked out and home to the boys, they miss you.” I said with a smile. 

“I miss them too, and I’m sorry about the other night.” She said and I totally forgot about that. 

“You were right, we need to spend more time with the boys, we have some vacation time saved up.” I said raising an eyebrow and she smiled. 

“Sounds good to me.” She said and kissed my cheek as I sat her on the back of the ambulance. 

“Perfect.” I said and kissed her. 

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[tanisisdreaming]

Episode 102: Radio, Radio

Part 2 of 2

[voice of Nic]: sorry it took me a while to pick up, I’m actually driving.

MK: Okay. Are you cool to talk?

Nic: Yeah! I’m hands-free.

MK: Well that’s great.

Nic: Ha, okay.

MK: I found something you might be interested in.

Nic: What is it?

MK: Okay well I had a few bots trolling some Russian and eastern European bitbuckets for the word ‘Tanis,’

Nic: Okay…

MK: I got a hit this morning. It might be nothing, it’s a few weeks old, um but somebody in Kiev posted something to a now defunct bulletin board.

Nic: Uh, what was the post about?

MK: Some guy looking for his sister.

Nic: Some guy looking for his sister?

MK: Yeah.

Nic: I don’t understand.

MK: Okay, well apparently this Canadian guy living in Kiev named Sam Reynolds’ sister went missing, she was working for the…uh, hold on…Tesla Nova Corporation on some kind of top secret project?

Nic: Oh, well that’s interesting.

MK: Yeah. Somebody posted the word ‘Tanis’ in response to his last message. And then, of course, it was deleted right away.

Nic: They deleted the response right away?

MK: They deleted the entire message board.

Nic: Wow.

MK: Yeah. It looks like Reynolds posted three times before the board was disabled.

Nic: Could you send me those messages?

MK: Yeah, I did it.

Nic: You did it?

MK: Yeah.

Nic: Oh! Well thanks, great.

MK: No, there’s more, hold on.

Nic: Okay

MK: Three audio files were uploaded as well.

Nic: If you don’t mind sending those over when you get a chance, that would be awesome.

MK: Already done.

Nic: Great! Well, thanks a lot.

MK: Nothing to it. Later.

 Meerkatnip was turning into an invaluable resource. Both the message board posts and the voice messages were waiting for me when I got back to the office. I’ll be reading the posts by Sam Reynolds, and I’ve recruited Alex Reagen again, to read the posts from his missing sister. The messages that prompted Sam Reynolds to track down this message board and reach out, in the first place.

 [Nic, reading Sam Reynolds’ messages]: I’m posting here because I don’t know where else to turn. It all started with an email I received from my sister. Her name’s Tara Reynolds. And she’s been working up near Seattle. She was contracted by Tesla Nova Corporation more than a year ago, kind of a retainer situation. About a month or so ago, she finally received a call. There’s quite a bit of security and secrecy surrounding the project, so her messages have been limited, and monitored. She’s an archeologist specializing in new energy, so a bit of security isn’t all that unusual for her. Here’s her first message:

[voice of Alex Reagen, reading Tara Reynolds’ email]: From: Tara Reynolds. Tuesday, June 8th, 2015, 11:57 am. Subject: You’ll get a kick out of this.

Hey, kid. I talked to Steph last night. She bought a sailboat. Crazy. I can’t wait to make fun of her when it sits there unused for three years. I hope you’re well. I miss you. Things are getting pretty interesting up here. Exciting. Although, the bugs would drive you crazy. I won’t be able to communicate as much as I’d like, they took our phones this morning. And after tomorrow, we’re only allowed one hour of monitored internet each week. But it’s a fair trade. You wouldn’t believe the funding. We’ve got everything. The food is amazing. Better than any other placement. Better than the cryptography training institution outside Paris, if you can believe it. This is post-grad living at its best. Talk soon. Love you, Tara.

[Nic, reading Sam Reynolds’ messages]: the next message came a few days later.

[Alex, reading Tara Reynolds’ email]: No way you’re going to believe this. You know how I told you we’re not allowed phones, cameras, or recording devices of any kind? Well, I kind of made a pinhole camera out of one of those mini cereal boxes. Frosted Flakes style. I’ve attached a photo I took with the cereal camera to this message. This is probably the last email you’ll receive from me for a while. They stepped up security around the area as soon as the cabin appeared. Out of nowhere, by the way, I’m not kidding. One day the woods are empty, the next day, a tiny old wooden cabin. Some kind of rare hardwood too, I heard the experts mumbling something about it, but all the senior team members are Russian. My Russian is pretty far from outstanding, as I’m sure you remember. I can’t wait to sit down in a pub and tell you all about it. They outlawed anything with a camera, so the guards all carry old flip phones. There’s one guy who leaves his coat unattended for hours. I’m sure his phone is in his pocket. If I can get his phone, I’ll give you a call. If I can’t get a signal, I’m pretty sure that phone has a voice recorder. I had the same one in high school. I’ll try and send you an audio file. Anyway, this is awesome. You’re going to lose your mind. Love you.

 We uploaded the photo Tara took from her cereal box pinhole camera to our website in our notes section. Sam says he didn’t hear anyting from his sister for a few weeks, and then…this.

 [voice of Alex reading Tara Reynolds’ email]: Hey Sam. I hope you got my picture. It’s been crazy. I couldn’t get away. I stole the guard’s phone, but I was almost caught. It was close. We’ve only been allowed sporadic access to the cabin, mainly to examine some ancient text carved into the floor and walls. It’s amazing. I wish I had a camera. A video camera would have been perfect. But it’s too late now. The cabin disappeared. We woke up and it was just…gone.

 A few days later, another message.

 [voice of Alex reading Tara Reynolds’ email]: Something is happening. It didn’t disappear. It moved. It took a few days, but they were able to track it somehow. A man just arrived this morning, an American. Apparently he’s been working with the Russians for a while. He seems to know a lot about whatever this is, whatever’s happening. It looks like he’s in charge of the whole operation now. He’s smart, and also not that hard to look at. He has some kind of electronic device he consults. Im guessing he’s using that to track the cabin somehow. The theoretical science they’re looking at here is bonkers. I’ve seen some things up here…you wouldn’t believe it. I don’t believe it.

 Then nothing for a week, until…

 [voice of Alex reading Tara Reynolds’ email]: It’s insane. There’s so many people here now. They don’t trust each other, and I don’t think they trust any of the outsiders. I’m scared. I can’t even walk to the food tent without an armed escort. I’m still working on one of the guards. Sometimes they leave their bags when they shower. I might be able to get the phone, but I don’t know for sure. They definitely have some way of at least guessing where this thing might end up. ‘This thing’ being the cabin. If what I overheard yesterday is true, which is unlikely because it sounds nutso, they’ve been tracking this thing for ages. All over the state. Part of me can’t wait for this contract to end, but, and this may sound crazy, I really want to get back in. To examine those markings.

 Sam tells us that the next three messages he received were blank. But each had a brief audio file attached. We’re going to play them in order. This is the first message:

 [voice of Tara Reynolds]: I bribed one of the guards to go down the hill to smoke so I only have a few minutes. I brought a small flashlight and a tape measure. Just, stay with me. It gets good, I promise. I noticed something that the other archeologists missed. Everybody’s thinking in such a linear way, but I saw something in the ancient writing, just a few inches of blank space at the end, and it’s gonna sound crazy but I’m sure it wasn’t there yesterday. So, you guessed it. I’m measuring the cabin. Inside the cabin, the south wall is exactly 31 feet 4 inches long.

I’m back outside in front of the south wall. Are you sitting down? Outside measurement of the south wall is exactly 26 feet. Sam, I don’t know how, but this thing’s bigger on the inside than the outside! I’m not making this up. Do you have any idea what this could mean? Yeah, me neither. …Shit, I have to go.

 The next audio file was sent two hours later.

 [voice of Tara Reynolds]: I-I don’t have long. I got back to my tent and I couldn’t sleep, I forgot to mention that nobody can agree on the age of this thing, which is really odd. Carbon dating puts it…well, it must be a mistake. There’s no way it’s that old. Something else is bugging me. A symbol on the cabin wall? I came back, and I snuck past the guards. Sam, two hours ago the south wall measured 5 feet longer than the outside wall, and now…Sam, the south wall? Measures 94 feet! The exterior’s exactly the same. It’s incredible. And inside the cabin the air is cool, and feels thicker, or maybe just different, or maybe it’s just me, but there’s a slight metallic smell in the air? Sam, I think I can hear them outside. I’m gonna have to –

 It cuts off there. Her last message comes in, just a few seconds later.

 [voice of Tara Reynolds]: I’ve been inside the cabin for the past four hours. I’m using the light of the phone, I-I didn’t notice something. The wall was 94 feet, but there was a new corner! I couldn’t see it until later. A hallway…Sam, I’ve been walking for 90 minutes through a maze of halls and rooms. It’s…I don’t know where I am. I-I tried to go back, but I’ve been using the light of the phone and the battery’s about to die…Sam, I love you. And I’m scared. I’m –

 There’s a lot to think about here. Is she overtired? Is she maybe experiencing a kind of garrison mentality? A lonely wilderness type of madness? That seems unlikely, as there were other people in the camp. And what about the cabin itself? She seems convinced that its measurements make no sense. In addition, her last two messages come in only seconds apart, but she believes she’s already spent four hours wandering, lost inside a 26 foot square cabin.

Sam’s last post on the message board reads: “That’s the last I heard from Tara. That was three weeks ago. They’re treating it like a missing persons case. The police have been supportive generally, I suppose, I really don’t think they’re taking her messages or recordings seriously. They believe she was sick because she stopped taking her medication. She’s on Lexapro for very minor general anxiety, nothing like this. She’s not crazy. If she says it was bigger on the inside, then it was. She doesn’t have a boyfriend or husband, and there’s no family but me. She’s all alone out there. Please, help me find my sister.”

We’re still looking into it. But at the moment, that’s everything we have on Tara Reynolds. Which brings us, as it often does, back to Meerkatnip, who found something very interesting on the internet this morning.

 [voice of Meerkatnip]: Heya.

Nic: Hey, how’s it going?

MK: I don’t have long to chat.

Nic: Oh.

MK: Sorry, softball game.

Nic: Oh, alright, well then uh, let’s get right to it then.

MK: I got a Tanis search term hit from an archived cache system in Australia. From a PDF.

Nic: Oh, you can search text in a PDF?

MK: I can.

Nic: [laughs] okay.

MK: It was something called a galley? I guess that’s some kind of a book?

Nic: Yeah, it’s like a pre-release.

MK: Like a beta release?

Nic: Yeah, kind of.

MK: Looks like one of the chapters featured the word ‘Tanis’ more than twenty times.

Nic: It looked like?

MK: Yeah, I wasn’t able to get that one, somebody snatched it before I could reassemble the bits.

Nic: Really?

MK: Mhm. Crazy tech.

Nic: What was it, uh, what was it called? The galley?

MK: The document was titled…uh, hold on…Pacifica.

Nic: Pacifica…? Are you able to remember anything else?

MK: My system usually captures an image of everything that hits my desktop.

Nic: Cool. Uh, usually?

MK: [sighs] There are a few…organizations that frown upon that kind of tech and take precautions, usually some kind of after-the-fact encryption? I never know until I try and pull up the captured files.

Nic: Wow. And?

MK: Somebody did not want me taking pictures. I was able to save one page using the camera on my phone.

Nic: Well, can you send me that photo?

MK: You know I will.

NIc: Cool, thanks. Um, well I’ll try and work on –

MK: I gotta run, okay?

[sound of skype call ending]

Nic: Oh, okay.

 Meerkatnip sent the image. It looks like the first page of a galley, a fictional novel, maybe fantasy or science fiction based on the writing style. I’ll include a copy of it in the notes section of our website, at tanispodcast.com. But basically it’s an introductory paragraph, nothing revelatory. But there is a header that mentions the title, the writer’s name, and the date. Pacifica, by A. Ellis. March 19th, 2003. The Publisher wasn’t mentioned anywhere on the document, and they were unable or unwilling to confirm any involvement with a book called Pacifica. And they also told me that there isn’t now, nor has there ever been, somebody on their roster writing under the name A. Ellis. I asked Meerkatnip if she could look into it.

One of our executive producers, Paul Bay, went to school with one of the senior editors at that publishing company. He got in touch with her to set up a meeting.

 [voice of Paul Bay]: Alright, so, my contact told me nobody at the company has ever heard of a book called Pacifica, or a writer named, um, okay so this is where I think it gets really interesting.

Nic: Really? What…okay.

Paul: What she told me is that there’s no one, nobody there has ever heard of a writer named Avery Ellis.

Nic: So, okay, all we had on the document was A. Ellis.

Paul: Yeah. Right, exactly.

Nic: Well, okay, but, Avery Ellis is Cameron Ellis’ daughter, it could be a simple slip-up.

Paul: That’s exactly what she told me. A. Ellis is like M.K. Olsen or P. Hilton, a simple mistake.

Nic: But…?

Paul: Yeah, but. [laughs] I’ve known her for a pretty long time, something doesn’t feel right here. So I tried to push, but I think it’s a dead end.

 [voice of MK]: Avery Ellis? The rich bitch?

Nic: Yeah. Is there any chance that she wrote that book?

MK: Well, I don’t think so. Um, but outside of the society stuff I can’t find much on her. I do know she paid a cleaner to scrub her off the web after that nude photo came out a few years ago.

Nic: A cleaner?

MK: Yeah, they did a pretty good job. There’s still a shitload on there, but most of the real information was buried.

Nic: Wait, you can do that? Erase yourself from the internet?

MK: Kind of. There’s two kinds of cleaners. There’s ones who change the story and bury the bad stuff under page after page of good stuff. And then the other kind, the kind she used. People like me go in and…clean. You can rewrite your entire history if you want.

Nic: And they call that cleaning?

MK: Yeah. And it’s expensive. Like, two commas expensive.

NicL Wow

MK: Oh, before I forget. I’m sorry I couldn’t make it to the meeting, it’s not because I don’t want to meet you in the flesh, I just couldn’t get out of my other gig in time.

Nic: …I’m sorry, what meeting?

MK: Um…did you smoke a huge bowl earlier? You set up a meeting with me for coffee this morning.

Nic: Um…not me.

MK: You didn’t send me an email asking to meet for coffee to talk about another job?

NIc; No, I didn’t.

MK: Well, somebody used your computer to send me a message.

Nic; What, somebody used my email account without me knowing?

MK: Not just your email. They used your computer.

 So, who used my computer? Who sent Meerkatnip a message, posing as me, asking for a meeting? And why?

On the next episode, our investigation uncovers a very strange story about death, water, and another mysterious cabin in the Pacific Northwest. It’s Tanis. I’m Nic Silver. Until next time, keep looking.