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waytooinvested · 7 months ago

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Small Problem... Chapter 2

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Lena was in the middle of grinding up a chunk of dried rhubarb for her latest spell to try and de-miniaturise Kara when Dreamer came hurtling into the room at full speed, almost running right into the far wall when she failed to slow down in time, and startling Lena so much that she dropped her pestle.

‘Nia! What is it? What’s happened?’

She would have been more worried by the sudden entrance, if not for the fact that Nia was now bouncing excitedly from foot to foot, and holding -something- behind her back like a child who had just raided the cookie jar.

‘Have you seen Kara anywhere? She’s not on the snack table’.

There was a tiny huff of air against Lena’s ear, and an indignant little voice muttered ‘I don’t spend that much time with the snacks!’

‘She doesn’t spend that much time with the snacks’.

Nia chuckled at the passed-on-message, tilting her head to peer past the fall of Lena’s hair to where Kara was sitting comfortably on her shoulder, legs dangling by her clavicle and one hand fisted in her shirt for balance.

‘I don’t know why I even asked – I should have known if you weren’t making the most of a fresh batch of crullers you’d be in here with Lena’.

‘There’s CRULLERS???’

Lena didn’t have to speak up for Kara this time, because that had come out at a volume loud enough to make her wince, and definitely loud enough to carry to Nia standing a few feet away.

‘Kara, remember what we said about shouting and proximity to people’s ears?’

‘Oops, sorry…’ Kara patted the lobe of Lena’s ear apologetically. ‘But crullers Lena! I haven’t had a giant cruller yet, and you know they’re my favourite!’

‘Well hang on, that’s not what I came here to tell you! I got you a surprise!’

Nia was bouncing again, and at last Kara was diverted from the promise of fresh doughnuts by her obvious excitement.

‘What is it?’

‘It’s- drum roll please-’

Nia stamped her feet in a rapid tattoo to simulate her own drum roll, then brought out the thing behind her back with a flourish, plonking it down in the middle of Lena’s grimoire so it would be right in Kara’s line of sight.

‘-YOU!’

The big (well, little) surprise was a miniature Supergirl action figure. Just under five inches high, complete with Supersuit, cape, boots and flowing waves of plastic hair. They all stared at it for a moment, and then Kara lifted gingerly off Lena’s shoulder and floated down to have a closer look.

It was not a perfect likeness by any means, but one of the better of its kind, and seeing the two of them side by side was… a little uncanny, honestly. Kara walked a slow circle around her doppelganger, taking in its fixed plastic grin and hands-on-hips pose with a perplexed frown on her face.

‘Thank… you?’

‘What’s she supposed to do with it?’

‘Isn’t it obvious?’

Kara and Lena looked at the doll, then at each other, then shrugged.

‘Not really?’

‘The clothes. You can take the supersuit off, I checked! Even the boots are proper leather. Well, pleather, but I think they’ll be comfy enough – they’re soft anyway, not stiff plastic, and they look about the right size’.

Kara perked up at that, keen to get back into something that would feel more like her usual self.

Once it had become clear that getting Kara back to her proper size wasn’t going to be a quick fix, they had done their best to get her properly outfitted. Alex and Kelly had taken Esme home to raid her doll box for anything that might come close to fitting Kara, and they had found a few things that worked, which Kara had been wearing on rotation. Her favourite so far had been a tiny pair of blue jean style stretchy pants, and a matching blue shirt with long sleeves layered under short that had once belonged to a Tiny Teen!TM doll. Her LEAST favourite was the ill fitting ‘sleepy bunnikins’ baby doll onesie she had been forced to wear for one humiliating afternoon while chocolate frosting was washed out of her other clothes after an incident of over-exuberance helping Esme decorate cupcakes for her upcoming birthday party. The rest fell somewhere between the two on the spectrum of acceptability, but none had made Kara feel entirely herself, and they had had no luck at all so far with shoes.

Until now.

‘YES! Thank you Nia!!! Lena, would you mind…?’

Kara gestured at the open grimoire and Lena obligingly stood it up on its end to hide her and the doll from their view, hoping that it wasn’t inadvertently insulting to her mother’s memory to use her revered magic book as a changing screen. She and Nia waited patiently for the reveal, sharing an amused glance at the mutters and grumbles that emerged from behind the book as Kara wrestled her plastic twin out of its clothes and pulled them on herself.

When at last she emerged the twee floral dress and pinafore she had borrowed from Esme’s littlest china doll was gone, and Kara was once more dressed in an approximation of her own clothes. She struck her familiar Supergirl pose, hands on hips, newly shod feet set wide apart, and looked hopefully up at them.

‘What do you think?’

Lena examined her tiny friend and nodded admiringly.

‘Much better. You look like yourself again’.

It was true, but not wholly true. The sizing was no worse than any of the other outfits she had been making do with lately to be fair – better if anything, since it was made of stretchy, forgiving material, but knowing how her suit was supposed to fit made it all the more obvious that the sleeves of this one were straining around Kara’s biceps, while the too-long pants wrinkled and the top hung loosely across her chest. Apparently the manufacturers had taken some liberties with Supergirl’s bra size…

Nia squealed and clapped her hands in delight. ‘I’m so glad I stayed up til 4am in an ebay bidding war for it, it was TOTALLY worth it!’

‘Nia, you didn’t!’

‘Yep – there’s loads of Supergirl dolls out there, but most of them are too big, or the clothes are just painted on. THIS one is a much sought after “Superhero In My Hand” model, and the clothes come off so that you can swap them out with other dolls in the series if you want to. I really wanted to get little Dreamer too, but that one still had another two hours on the auction and Brainy changed the wifi password to force me go to sleep, so my nemesis got her instead’.

Lena raised an eyebrow. ‘You have a nemesis?’

‘I do now. Ebay user Iheartdreamer98’.

Nia glared darkly at nothing in particular, then dropped to a crouch so that she was at eye level with Kara on the table, grinning again as if nothing had happened.

‘This is so cool. What do you think of the doll?’

‘I love the clothes, but the actual doll is a bit creepy, and they made me look kind of constipated. Now she’s out of the outfit I don’t think she really looks much like me at all’.

‘So you don’t want to keep her?’

‘Not especially’.

‘Can I have her then?’

Kara frowned. ‘What for?’

Glancing between Kara and Lena, Nia beckoned them both closer before whispering ‘hijinks’.

‘Go on…’ Kara whispered back conspiratorially (then had to repeat herself more loudly, because at her current size a whisper was inaudible unless she practically climbed into your ear canal).

‘Well -’. Nia reached over the grimoire to pull out the doll, which Lena noticed was now wearing Kara’s cast off frills (apparently despite thinking it didn’t look like her she had felt weird about leaving it entirely naked, even though it must have been a pain trying to dress a from-her-perspective-life-sized plastic dummy). ‘-Brainy knows I bought this because he was there when I was ordering it. But no one else does. Alex doesn’t. I thought there might be some good pranking potential in it. What do you think? Something to do while you’re stuck in here?’

Kara grinned back wickedly ‘oh yes’.

After the first couple of days spent getting used to her new size and taking part in a dozen different (failed) attempts at de-shrinking spells, Kara’s mood had shifted from distress to boredom. She couldn’t go to work. She couldn’t fly out to save the day from villains (though she had waged an hours long battle to oust a rat that had been attempting to set up home in the tower, then spent a further day amusing Esme with stories and re-enactments of her daring exploits). She couldn’t even go out without someone’s pocket to hide in, in case anyone saw her and decided to use her relative vulnerability to their advantage. In fact as Nia had alluded to, the main solace Kara had now was her continued delight in over-sized snacks, but even her appetite had its limits, and she was desperate for things to do. It seemed that Nia might just have found a neat solution to both her need for proper clothing and her need for entertainment (even if it was at the expense of her long-suffering sister).

‘You’re with us, right Lena?’

‘I’m theoretically with you. I won’t tell Alex what you’re up to or do anything to spoil your fun, but I don’t think I’ll have time to actively join in. I really need to keep working on this spell so you can get back to normal’.

Lena hadn’t been doing anything but working on spells since Kara’s accident, even though she had long since tried even the most tenuously promising charms in her mother’s book, and was more or less just making things up now. She was using rhubarb, because it was known for its speedy and extensive growth. Bamboo shoots for the same reason. A dose of her artificial yellow sunlight to boost Kara’s innate powers and lend the spell strength… she was about 48 hours away from suggesting that Kara drink up her milk and go to bed early in the hopes that it would help her grow up big and strong, or else poking about in rabbit holes to find the way down to Wonderland and the caterpillar’s magic size changing mushroom, but she couldn’t admit it.

Not when whatever had happened had to have been her fault. She and Kara had been standing over the workbench together at the time looking through her grimoire. Their hands had collided as they both reached to turn a page and Lena had felt the usual surge of butterflies that came with touching Kara unexpectedly. Then suddenly all hell had broken loose and everyone else had been thrown across the room while Kara shrank to dolls house proportions. It must have been some unforeseen magical accident linked to the surge of emotion, or the physical contact while touching the book, or… something. And if Lena’s magic had caused this, that meant it must also be able to fix it.

The trouble was that despite going over the interaction second by second in her mind every hour since it had happened, she still had no idea what she had done, or how. She hadn’t been trying to do a spell. Not just a shrinking spell, but any kind. The idea that magic could just burst out of her uncontrollably like that was terrifying, and another reason why she had been spending most of her time holed up in this room away from the others, where she couldn’t accidentally hurt anyone.

In fact the only person she hadn’t made excuses to stay away from for more than five minutes at a time lately was Kara.

Kara, who was the one Lena had most hurt with her accidental witchcraft, but also the only other person who was as trapped in the tower as Lena was until she learned to keep her magic under tighter control. It felt unfair to turn her away when she was already so lonely and overwhelmed by her new size. Besides, Lena harboured a secret, desperate hope that if they were together enough then whatever she had accidentally done might be undone the same way. They would brush knuckles in exactly the right place at exactly the right moment, or Kara would step onto some special part of the grimoire, and just as suddenly as she had shrunk, she would grow back to her usual size and this would all be over.

She didn’t say that to Kara of course – to her and to everyone else she remained optimistic, assuring them that they weren’t out of options yet, and the next spell might just be the one that would do the trick. Well then, the next. Or the one after that. She would find it eventually. She had to. So she couldn’t let herself get diverted into playing games with Nia and Kara, no matter how hopefully they were looking at her now. That would be like admitting she was giving up. And besides, somebody might get hurt.

Kara crossed the table to her and patted her knuckle gently, understanding something of her distress, even if not all of it.

‘I know you want to work this out Lena, but you’re allowed to take a break. It’s okay if it takes time. I’m okay’.

Lena smiled back at her gratefully, but shook her head.

‘I know, and I’ll take a break if I need to. I just want to do a little more work on this one first’.

‘Are you coming up for dinner at least? J’onn’s cooking something Martian-inspired’.

‘Sounds good, but I’m not really hungry. Save me some left overs?’

‘Sure…’

Kara still didn’t look happy, but she flew up from the table to perch on Nia’s shoulder, and Lena listened to the two of them talking about how best to prank the others with their look-alike Kara as they clattered off back down the hallway, leaving Lena alone with her spells.

Rhubarb.

Bamboo.

Artificial yellow sun.

There had to be a way.

#supercorp #kara danvers #lena luthor #Nia Nal #supergirl #my fic #supercorp fanfic #supergirl fanfiction #kara x lena #Small Problem...#It's official folks we have a second chapter of this utter nonsense #What can I say Tiny Kara is too much fun to write to leave it at one chapter #And yes being me I'm afraid I AM injecting just the tiniest hint of angst into the silliness #but just a teeny tiny bit I promise #miniature-Kara sized angst and she isn't even the one experiencing it #(Sorry Lena...)#There will be at least one more chapter to follow!#AO3 comments are always welcome and a good way to make yourself officially one of my favourite people #if that is something you have any interest in being

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shion-yu · 3 months ago

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Day 7: Borrowed Hoodie

1,548 words of Alex/Ryo fluff. No TW/CWs, for @sicktember 2024.

That spring, Ryo had a cough that wouldn't go away. At first he didn't really seem sick, so maybe it was allergies or the weather, Alex thought. He didn't pay much attention to it, and Ryo himself was far more focused on ice skating to care. It was when the cough started getting in the way of skating by way of draining his energy for jumps that Ryo became frustrated enough to complain, and his mom brought him to the doctor who diagnosed him with walking pneumonia and prescribed at least one week completely off the ice, maybe two.

Ryo, of course, insisted this was ridiculous. It was his senior year and there was no way he was missing any opportunity to be doing what he loved for one final season. His parents put their foot down though, and a very grumpy Ryo complied only when they threatened not to send him back ever again if he didn’t. That didn't mean he was happy about it though. In fact he was so unhappy about it that his parents pulled out their final card: Alex.

Alex had a strange relationship with Ryo’s parents. They weren’t close, or even particularly friendly. Ryo’s parents had always been somewhat wary of Alex’s history and angry outbursts. They worried about Alex’s reputation getting Ryo into trouble, and they weren't always wrong because it had gotten Ryo into trouble numerous times. All of them knew that without Alex, Ryo never would have known what in or out of school suspension looked like.

On the other hand, they knew Ryo was happy when he was with Alex. And when they learned the two of them were dating, their attitude towards Alex had become less of one of tolerance and more of one of quiet acceptance. Ryo loved Alex, that was never a question, and so they had realized early on that their options were to accept Alex as Ryo’s boyfriend or to create a gap between themselves and their son. It helped that they'd suspected something was between the two boys for years, even if only budding as it was.

Still, it was unusual for Ryo’s parents to call Alex directly. Alex answered right away, but he seemed very confused when he answered. “Hello? Mrs. Fujioka?”

“Yes, hi Alex,” she said. Her voice was always so dainty and quiet, nothing like Ryo’s noisy vibrato. “I was wondering, well, can you come over for a bit today? Ryo could use a little cheering up. He’s been on antibiotics for a few days now, so I don’t think he should be contagious anymore. If you’re okay with that.”

“Uh… sure,” Alex said. Ryo had been texting him - ranting to him - for a few days now, flipping back and forth between how upset he was about being stuck at home and how crappy he felt. Alex was terrible at sympathizing, but had tried to cheer him up in his own way. Which basically meant just text him things like ‘You’ll be fine’ and ‘At least you’re not dead.’

“Thank you, I think that would really help,” Mrs. Fujioka said. “Like I said, I don’t think he’s contagious anymore, but well, maybe you should wear a mask. Oh, it’s probably a bad idea,” she fretted.

“No, it’s okay,” Alex interrupted her. “I’ll be over soon.”

“Alright,” she replied, voice grateful. “Just, maybe no, you know. PDA.”

Alex felt his face grow red. “Got it,” he said uncomfortably and hung up before she could say anything else embarrassing. It wasn’t that they didn’t kiss, or cuddle. But Alex still wasn’t fully comfortable being touched always. He had to be in a certain good mood to allow it, and kissing was usually pretty brief too. Ryo, to his credit, was very patient. But he was definitely the one who initiated anything nine out of ten times, and Alex rejected him about half of those times. Needless to say, PDA at least in the form of kissing was highly unlikely while Ryo was sick.

After finishing his math homework, Alex walked to Ryo’s house wearing his favorite striped blue hoodie and overly worn converse. He was supposed to meet Elliot later to discuss the album, but he figured he could go afterwards. He knocked and a worn out Mrs. Fujioka answered the door very quickly.

“Alex. You’re here,” she said, and Alex was sure he didn’t imagine the look of relief on her face. Was Ryo really being that much of a pain the the ass? “I didn't tell Ryo you were coming, but he's upstairs, please.” She motioned for Alex to go ahead, which he did taking the stairs two at a time. He didn't bother knocking and pushed the door open.

“Mom, I said go away,” Ryo’s grumpy voice came.

“I’m not your mom, but I will go away if you're just gonna whine,” Alex said as a way of announcing himself. Ryo sat up immediately, his lips parted in shock.

“Alex? You’re here?!” He sounded a mix of surprised and pleased before he doubled over in a harsh coughing fit that made him hold onto his abdomen in pain.

Alex grimaced. “You sound awful,” he said, climbing onto the end of Ryo’s bed without invitation. They had been best friends far longer than boyfriends, so it didn't seem strange. “Here,” Alex said, reaching for the cup of water on Ryo’s bedside table and handing it to him.

“Thanks,” Ryo forced out, trying to get in a sip.

“Don't thank me while you're choking,” Alex said.

“Sorry.”

Alex rolled his eyes and contemplated whether he should tell Ryo his mom had called him for backup or not. He was strangely proud of it, after all. “I heard you're being a pain in the ass,” he decided.

Ryo, who had finally managed to catch his breath, stuck his lip out to pout and crossed his arms with the conviction of a toddler. “I am not. They won't let me go skating.”

“Ry, you’re coughing up a lung,” Alex said.

“So? I only get to skate for one more year and never again. They could at least let me watch.”

“Okay, one,” Alex started, holding his hand up and counting on his fingers matter-of-factly. “You know you wouldn't be able to resist getting on the ice. Two, it's still cold in there and you have fucking pneumonia. And three, you’re not never going to skate again, you just won't be competing anymore. You're being dramatic. It's a week, two tops. Longer if you push it.”

Ryo huffed in annoyance, which made him cough some more. Alex silently thought he looked feverish, his complexion pale. “As valid as your points may or may not be, I’m still upset,” Ryo said.

“Well, it's fine to be upset,” Alex said. Then, realizing Ryo was making a strange face at him, asked, “What?”

“You sound just like Shu,” Ryo giggled. Alex glared at him, which made Ryo laugh harder until he started choke-coughing again. Alex shoved the water in his hands again and told himself that throttling the ill wasn't a smart choice, no matter how annoying of a boyfriend said invalid was being.

Finally, Ryo sighed and flopped back in his pillows. He looked spent from coughing so much. “You done giving your mom such a hard time?” Alex asked, looking at his knees. “She's worried, you know.”

“I know,” Ryo sighed. “Maybe if you take a nap with me I’ll be a little nicer.”

“I’m not tired,” Alex said.

“So just hold me for a while. If - if you want to. If you can.”

Alex considered it, his heart beating quickly in his chest. Did he feel like he could right now? Sometimes touch just put him over the edge, left him anxious even if the intention was to do the opposite. He barely let Shu hug him more than a handful of times per year, and Ryo was newer on his list of people he could do more than high five with. But Ryo was sick, and Alex did feel bad for him. So he said, “For five minutes.”

The smile he got in return was worth it. “It’ll be the best five minutes ever,” Ryo said. “And if you wanna let go sooner, just let go. I mean, you don't have to but I really-”

“Just shut up,” Alex said, face red. “Lie down already.” Ryo obliged, and Alex awkwardly wrapped his arms around Ryo’s torso. He let Ryo rest his head on his shoulder, too; it felt warm, probably warmer than normal. Ryo was finally quiet, and soon his uneven breath turned into a clear sleeping pattern. Alex’s heart beat quickly at first, but eventually settled and he found himself surprisingly comfy. He stayed where he was for not just five, but fifteen whole minutes. At that time he carefully pulled his arms away from Ryo, intending to go.

“Five more minutes,” Ryo mumbled.

Alex didn't move. He didn't answer, but he gave Ryo five or fifteen more minutes again before he finally snuck out of the room, leaving his favorite hoodie draped over Ryo so at least Ryo could keep his smell with him as he slept. By the time he got it back, it would no longer fit him.

#shionwrites #sicktember 2024 #oc: alex #oc: ryo #sickfic #sicknario

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fallingforel · 1 year ago

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arabella pt 13.- Tolerate it.

SERIES MASTERLIST BLOG MASTERLIST

"Matty is our main focus right now. Not the band. Not hann and I. Not Alex and I. so don’t you even dare George. The band doesn’t matter right now”

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6 weeks later.

Okay. So maybe I was wrong when I said that I'd be okay as soon as Matty went to rehab. But I wasn't I didn't know how to live without him. He was the glue that held our friendship group together. Now that he's gone we've all fallen out. I'm on the outs with both George and Adam. I'm close to being on the outs with Ross too, having snapped at him one too many times this past 4 weeks. He's been strong, he knows that I am worried about Matty. We all are, he just hides it better.

Matty... I haven't spoken to him since he left for barbados. He said that It would be hard to keep contact. It will just make him want to come home. He didn't want that. He wanted to get better. For everyone's sake. They left the album behind for him to record his vocals when he got back. When that would be nobody knew.

Apart from Deliah. she had been his point of contact, having not known her for that long it made it easier to keep in touch with him, without actually being in touch. She wouldn't tell us when he was coming back. Because in all honest Matty didn't know either. He had his bad days and good. Rehabilitation wasn't a one way street it had a lot of twists and turns but it would get you to the final destination eventually. Sobriety. That was what we all wanted for Matty so we decided to respect his decisions.

As for Alex. He came down after finishing his mexican leg. I didn't stay very long in Wilmslow. Just until Matty left. Alex came down to visit in that time though. Met my parents, safe to say he was a hit. Though my dad gave him the talk "if you hurt my daughter I hurt you back ten times harder". But then 2 weeks ago I was in his apartment looking for my bra which had been thrown on the floor and then pushed under the bed as i went to go grab it my hand felt papers so I naturally picked them up, they were poems written in the style of love letters, one was dated to about two weeks ago, it broke my heart because they weren't addressed to me they were addressed to a girl named Flo and another addressed to Alexa. I didn't have time to dwell on it though because we were due to go out so I left it and shoved them back under the bed.

My job was still going steady, I featured in 2 music videos. One for a relatively new band one direction and one for Alex again. He insisted. And I even did London fashion week, It was a definitely a pinch me moment. Walking alongside people like Kate Moss and Cara Delevingne. Everyone was so lovely. It was bittersweet that George Adam and Matty couldn't be there, but Ross, Alex and my parents were there.

Right now though, I am currently sitting in a coffee shop in london waiting for Ross. He said he had a surprise for me. Whenever Ross said he had a surprise it usually wasn't a good one. It usually involved something nobody liked, illegal or dangerous. One year when we were all 15 Ross decided to steal his parents car drive it to the rec so we could all smoke weed somewhere warm. It probably wasn't a good idea though. Because Denise was coming back late from a shoot in a car she saw us, and heard us (no thanks to Matty), Dragged us back to our houses and we were all grounded for a month. Matty getting 2 since Denise never let him off easy.

The scraping of a chair to the side of me slipped me from my thoughts. "What do you want Ross?" "Wow. Whatever happened to hello?" "Just shut up and tell me what you want" "Okay, well I'm staging an intervention. This has gone on way too long this arguing between you and Adam and you and George. I'm fed up of the distance you've put up. Matty certainly doesn't need it for when he gets back. Apologize please. George is on his way now. Adam has to make a stop first."

I hate to admit it but Ross was right. I had put up a wall between me and everyone. Matty didn't deserve that for when he returned. I also hated not knowing what was going on with George and Adam, it was like a piece of me was missing. Like I wasn't properly whole.

The bell rang throughout the cafe. snapping me from my thoughts again. George stood there. Pulling up a chair on the opposite side of where Ross and I were sat. Silence rang deep through the three of us. None of us speaking.

"G..." I started soon cut off "Y/n. don't I was completely in the wrong. I shouldn't have assumed. Shouldn't have blamed Matty for something that wasn't his fault in the first place, I was wrong. And for that I'm sorry" "G. It's okay. I forgive you. It was a very stressful time. I understand the immense pressure you were under." "Okay friends again? Hug?" I let out an immense puff of breath I hadn't realised I had been holding. Shoulders dropping. "yes please I've missed my tree hugs these past 6 weeks" I say standing up and walking around the table to hug him.

We stayed like that for a good few minutes before George broke the hug pulling away. And sitting down. I followed in his steps sitting on mine and Ross' side. "Have either of you heard from Dee?" we both shook our heads. "I haven't spoken to her on the Matty front since hearing about him stroking horses." I said "Oh weird. How long ago was that?" "About a week ago. she said he should be coming out soon. He's come on leaps and bounds apparently" I said.

"I hope its soon" A voice broke out. There stood Adam. I hadn't seen him in about a month. He looked different. Like he hadn't slept in weeks the bags under his eyes more prominent, I had never noticed them before. He looked stressed, probably was.

"Adam!" I said getting up to hug him. "I'm sorry, I should've realized that it was hard on you. I didn't realize it would effect you that much."

"It's not that. That's not the reason for my eye bags. My cousins visiting. She's driving me insane. She's being so loud at night. Don't get me wrong I love her. You all know I love Flo but man sometimes. She's mad that I didn't tell her about Matty. She's going off at me anytime I'm around her I'm currently avoiding her." Adam says

"well... that's wheels for you" George says after Adam finishes.

"I'm sorry...who the fuck is wheels. And why do I not know about her? Why does she all know you so much?" I say questioning everything that Adam had said. "She's Adam's cousin. She spent her summers over in Wilmslow. You wouldn't know her because you were always in Brighton whenever she was over. So you would have never bumped into her." "Makes sense invite her over." Just as I say that.

"ADAM!! look who I found while chasing you down." A woman with brown hair walks in and tugs on my boyfriends arm. Why is Adams cousin with my boyfriend? I'm so confused right now.

"ALEX!!!!" I say running up to him. hugging him

"hey babe." he says hugging me back.

"I wasn't aware you were back in London?" "Just got back last night. Was just walking to your place and bumped into Flo. Thought she was still in Sheffield. Apparently not." "You are going to have to explain how you know Adam's cousin though I'm so confused right now" Of course I already knew how he knew her the love letters but that wasn't anything to say because he didn't know I knew about them. "She's my best mate has been since forever, she's in the same friendship group as everyone else in the band is so..."

"fair enough, go sit down I'll grab you a coffee. It's on me this time. You bought the last lot." I say kissing him on the lips and urging him to go and sit down with the rest of them.

While I'm stood in the queue. Flo in front of me she turns around. "I don't think we've properly met. I'm Flo. Friends with the whole lot of that table over there" She says extending her hand out with a smile plastered on her face

"I’m y/n, How long have you known G, Ross and Matty for?" "Since I was 17. I'm 26 now. So... A long time. How about you how long have you known them for?"

"Since we were babies, Matty's mum and mine were best friends for ages before Matty and I were born. So naturally that lot came wherever Matty went and Matty went wherever I went. Our Mum's used to say we were attached at the hip."

"So you must be missing him like mad then?"

"yeah just a little bit. It feels weird not having my sidekick with me through everything."

"yeah I can imagine. I don't know what I would do if Matt or Alex wasn't with me all the time." she says.

"Oh so you and Alex are quite attached then?" I say the jealousy leaking out a bit.

"Oh. HAHA" she says. Walking over and getting her coffee and going to sit down next to Alex. weird.

I couldn't help but be worried she just laughed and walked off. 'stop worrying y/n you have nothing to worry about, you and Alex are completely fine' My thoughts in my head were all over the place, I had no one to talk to since Matty left. He was my point of contact all the time we would talk for hours and hours about everything and anything he would calm me down, he was there for me when my ex cheated on me. He was there when my dad went to rehab. And for him not to be here when everything was turning to shit it sucked. I didn't know what to do.

"latte and croissant" The person at the till shouted snapping me out of my thoughts. I grabbed my coffee and croissant and went to sit back down next to George this time seen as Flo had sat down next to Alex.

What I didn't notice before is how close Alex and Flo actually were they were laughing and hugging every few moments, if anyone walked past our table at that moment in time they would think that Alex and Flo were together not Alex and I.

"so, Flo what do you do?"

"I'm a painter, I've found a gallery that's holding an exhibition. I've also designed both the monkeys and the 1975's merch. even after they changed their name many times. Was thinking about leaving them high and dry. Then I heard about Matty going to rehab so I thought better. I actually have the rough drafts for both of your merch guys. Do you want to see" They all answered yeah. And so I realised that was my time to slip out this didn't involve me not feeling the greatest about Alex and Flo already.

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"hey dee" I said after the phone call indicated that dee had picked up "hey y/n you okay?"

"yeah just wondering if you had a date yet?" "You're missing him loads huh?" "yeah, just a bit he's my ride or die. I'm going insane. I have no one to talk shit with" "yeah I understand. I do have a date actually. But I'm not allowed to say he wants it to be kept a surprise" "Oh?" I say my eyebrow extending.

"yeah. Look listen all I can say is it's soon and in no time you'll have your bestfriend back. Won't be long now"

"Thanks dee. talk to you tomorrow?"

"yes. Talk to you tomorrow love."

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After talking to dee I decided to go home. I just felt like my social battery had died and wanted to be home alone so I jumped on to the tube.

Arriving at my flat I noticed the door was unlocked and left ajar. That's odd. I was completely sure I had locked and closed it before I left.

I put my keys in between my knuckles until I got inside then I grabbed my bat by my door that Matty insisted I kept there when I moved out to London.

Humming broke out through the flat.

Then soft singing.

A one direction song.

"they don't know about us"

I knew that voice.

I edged towards the kitchen where the singing was coming from, just to be sure.

I was oh so sure.

Here he was in my flat. singing. making what looked like eggs.

I dropped the bat the sound echoing through my flat. Making him turn around.

"Geez bug. scare a guy why don't you?"

"Scare you? How about you scaring me? You broke in."

"Not exactly, I had a key."

"You left my door open you idiot" I slapped him on the chest

"OUCH."

"Grow up. You went to rehab not the hospital."

"If you don't recall. I was in the hospital before I went to rehab"

"Just shut up" I say before going into hug him. He happily obliges. Lifting me up off the ground and spinning me around.

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"You know when Dee said you'd be back soon. I didn't think she meant this soon."

"yes well, I didn't think it would be this soon until last week when my therapist said he thinks I'm better. well better enough to cope on the outside world anyway. anyway, enough about me. what happened while I was away?"

"G and I had an argument. so did Adam and I but we've patched things up now. I'm back at work doing prep for london fashion week. I have 3 tickets. I was just going to sell them seen as mum and dad can't make it down. But since your here, you can have one. I don't know about the other two though."

"What about Alex?"

"what about him?"

"why is it that you aren't taking him"

"ugh. I found some letters the other day while roaming about his flat. It seemed like love letters Matty. The oldest one was two weeks ago they was addressed to girls named Alexa and flo. and then flo turned up laughed in my face and was acting all loved up with Alex... What if he's cheating on me?"

"Nooooo.... surely not wheels and Alex. Last thing I knew she was dating peter."

"yes...well believe it cause it's very real" I say back

“I just can’t believe it….surely not”

“I don’t know but I just can’t think properly”

“Message him, ask him to talk”

“okay.”

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A/n: so it’s finally here after a few months i’ve just been so busy and had really bad writers block but i think this has to be one of my favourite fics… a massive thank you to @imagine-that-100 to letting me use Flo’s character from @nriacc I loved that fic so much so a big big thank you and I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it 💕💕

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zerolostwalks · 10 months ago

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"You two are so obvious." / rulie

also for @invisibleraven who asked for the same thing ^_^

Fire to my Bullet

(Part 3 to Dangerous Hands)

“You sure this is how you want to do this?” Julie asks for what must be the millionth time as the two of them stare at the front door of her Dad’s house.

The others had gone inside a while ago and were bound to start asking questions soon. If they weren’t already. Reggie can’t seem to get his body to cooperate with the plan.

Originally when he’d suggested they let everyone know about his and Julie’s relationship at Ray’s bi-weekly family dinner it sounded like a great idea. Everyone would be there so they wouldn’t need to have multiple talks and long drawn out anxiety laden waits between them. This way it would be quick, like removing a bandaid. . .or being decapitated.

“Relax,” Julie calmly says, her fidgety hand on his back giving away her own nerves. Though she’s probably safe from the death sentence he feels he is walking into. “There’s nothing to worry about.”

“Yeah.” He agrees in spite of how certain he still is that someone–Flynn or Tia at the top of the list–is going to kill him. Scratch that Tia is the top of the list. He’s had suspicions Flynn, and Willie, already know to some extent and they just hadn’t done anything. Yet.

“C’mon” Julie says, gently nudging him forward and he manages to get his leaden feet to move just as Luke and Carlos duck out the front door to ask what’s keeping them.

Dinner rushes by him in a blur. He’s sure it’s delicious as Tia’s cooking always is. Truthfully he can’t taste anything. Far too preoccupied with trying to look far more relaxed than he actually feels. His nerves only grow worse with every suspicious glance his way.

Julie clears her throat, in a definitively trying to get attention way, as people are finishing up and before Tia or Ray go into cleaning mode. All the eyes shift to her and all the blood drains from his face as his heart decides to run away from him with his soul. Leaving him an empty husk of a man.

Julie’s fingers lace with his under the table and manage to tether him back down, firmly grounding him with her grip. He squeezes her hand back realizing she may need grounding just as much as he does.

“Reggie and I have something we need to tell you.” Julie says as everyone else’s attention shifts their way. Reggie swallows hard, trying to mentally capture everyone’s fond smiles before everything turns to shit.

“Finally going to tell us your dating?” Luke laughs around another mouthful of food and everyone else around the table send him varying levels of disapproving looks or telling him off.

“You knew?” Reggie asks, even though the answer is blatantly obvious by how everyone reacted to Luke’s joke. Which he only just now realizes wasn’t even a joke.

“How long have you known?” Julie asks, her grip on his hand tightening.

“Since Atlanta,” Willie quickly says with a shit eating grin, and Reggie thinks he’s the only one not surprised by that answer. He’s sort of half expected that for just as long.

“And I thought I figured it out early.” Alex says, and after further pressing from practically everyone else continues with. “I sort of put it together in Chicago.”

That answer does initially surprise Reggie. Thinking back, though, Alex had acted really weird for that portion of the tour. He just thought he was going a little stir crazy from all the time stuck on the tour bus.

Julie on the hand looks the most surprised out of everyone. Her expression actually gets Reggie to smile a little. It’s much closer to how he expected everyone else to look.

“Jules, are you seriously surprised?” Flynn asks, gesturing with her arms. “You two are so obvious even your Dad and Aunt picked up on it.”

“Well, I don’t know how I feel about that.” Tia says, looking slightly placated by Flynn’s sheepish apology. “ But they’re right Julie. The way you two were constantly looking at each other, running late, or leaving early. It was obvious something was going on.”

Everyone continues exchanging stories of how they discovered his and Julie’s relationship. Reggie’s muscles seem to finally relax under everyone’s playfully teasing jabs. Though he can’t let himself fully relax, not yet. He can tell Julie’s tensing up beside him and moves his hand from hers to grip her thigh. Hoping to provide some small comfort.

Neither of them are prepared when Carlos turns the teasing to Ray, asking if he’s ready to be a Grandpa.

Julie’s fingernails are suddenly biting into Reggie’s forearm. He barely notices, too focused on not accidentally doing the same to her leg. There’s a barely audible squeak from Julie’s throat he just manages to hear over the sudden pulsing in his ears.

Ray isn’t even halfway through his retort–which Reggie misses entirely–when the table falls silent. The quietest he’s ever seen anyone from this particular group ever be. All eyes are back on the two of them.

Reggie knows his poker face can be lacking sometimes. Knows Julie’s is even worse. He’s fairly certain they look guilty as hell. It’s all but confirmed by the mixture of shocked expressions aimed their way.

He’s dead. He’s so fucking dead.

#rulie #rulie relajante #Dangerous Hands

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thatpunkmaximoff · 1 year ago

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[Book 3 of 4]

Story: 5 out of 5 Smut: 4 out of 5

I went into Twisted Hate expecting to not like it; 1.) because from the first two books I was not a fan of Jules and 2.) someone told me I was going to HATE Josh Chen.

After reading it, I LOVED IT!

I kind of figured Jules’ persona was a front, but learning of her past made me feel for her. And then Josh dealing with his past betrayals, it just hurt all the more when his trust was broken yet again. Jules and Josh’s love story is a chaotic one, but so far it’s been the most beautiful as they overcome their pasts together.

For most of the book, I didn’t understand why I was told I was going to hate Josh.. but when THAT scene came up I freakin’ bawled. I’ve never felt so bad for a character like I did with this book. But no worries, as the two previous books were, this one is a HEA.

Now enjoy my rambling..

* These two are so annoyed by each other, I can’t tell whether I’m going to like it or be annoyed by it 😂

* Lol Aw fuck. She would get mugged.

* Oh. Well they tried to mug her. Jules is a badass apparently.

* Oh no. What happened to Jules in Ohio?

* Pam is being a twat. Enter Christian Harper, who obviously has a thing for Stella, and I have a feeling the girls are getting this penthouse.

* That’s right, Pam. Do as you’re told and draw up them papers 😂

* The audacity of this dude to tell her to quit just because it’s his “safe space”. Get the fuck outta here.

* One bed trope. Always love it.

* They’re giving me whiplash. Just bang it out already!

* Oh come on, Jules. Don’t act like a sleepy Josh cuddling you was that disgusting 😏

* Aw fuck. What does Max want?

* “You want someone who can challenge you. Excite you. Keep you on your toes. And as for what you need.. you need someone to bend you over and fuck that attitude right out of you.” — Josh fuckin’ Chen, ladies and gents.

* Todd ruined the moment lmao. Fucking Todd.

* Jules is a fucking savage at putting Todd in his place 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻

* Jesus Christ. Josh fucks rough 😳

* Oh no. This arrangement is going to crash and burn lol

* Fucckkkkk. Max is in DC.

* I hate this Max dude so fucking much. Please let Alex or Josh kick his ass.

* Goddamnnnnn. Josh really likes choking during fucking 👀 👌🏼

* Josh doesn’t want anyone else seeing Jules all blitzed out post orgasm? Yeah, he definitely broke the rules.

* Josh defending Jules against Micah.. be still my heart 😂

* Ava being woken up by Josh and Jules’ sex noises has me laughing 😆

* Lmaooo. The girls getting arrested would ruin Alex and Josh’s make up moment.

* God, I really wish Jules will just ask Alex for a favor.

* Fuckkkk. She broke down. They really need to end this arrangement.

* Ding, ding, ding. So Josh realizes he has feelings. Finally!

* Holy shit. He actually told her she was his 😨 We’re only halfway through so I know the heartbreak is up next.

* Wow. Fuck Alistair and Adeline for doing that to Jules. But come on, girl, that was your moment to tell Josh the truth about what’s been going on!

* He fucking switch his plane tickets at the last second 😩 He gave up New Zealand to be with her in Ohio!

* Ohhh. He knows about the name change!

* A bookstore scavenger hunt as a first date? 🥹 Hell, I’m in love lol.

* Dammit. I wanted Alex and Ava to see them.

* THE AUDACITY OF MICHAEL CHEN!!! FUCK YOU! I hope you rot in prison.

* Damnnn. He tied her to the bed 😂

* Fucking Max ruining the afterglow. And I can’t believe what he wants her to steal. GET ALEX INVOLVED!

* Oh my god. Just tell Josh! This is gonna blow up in your face so bad 😩

* Goddammit, Jules. Your plan better be good.

* Ew. You went to Christian? Alex would have been better.

* Yesssss! Fuck Max. Now the hard part comes. Telling the truth.

* Wow, Josh. That was fucking cruel.

* Should have known Max wouldn’t go away so easily. Fuck this dude.

* Well fucking finally! Max got the beat down he deserved.

* “Take however much time you need. I’ll wait.” // “Why?” // “Because you’re it for me. Whether it’s today, tomorrow, a year, or decades from now, that’ll never change.” — 😭😭😭

* They made up 🥹

* Aww. They told Ava. Now who’s gonna tell Stella? Lol.

* Oh no. What’s going on with Stella now?! Where’s my last book!?

* Why do I get the feeling Dante Russo is very bad news and that this isn’t the last I’ll see of him?

* Aww. They moved in together! But Stella stayed in the apartment under Christian? I don’t trust this dude 👀

#twisted series #twisted hate #ana huang #jules ambrose #josh chen #booktok review #book review #bookworm

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nmc-ocs-and-stories · 2 years ago

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The huge house slightly north of Death had sat dormant for decades. Long ago it’d been the home of three brothers. Three demons. Nobody has ever minded, after all Alex Spellbound, one of the two older twins, had basically built Death from the ground up. And before he’d gone hermit he’d been an excellent town leader. And the youngest, Curse, was always eager to help. He’d tutor the children, ensure the town stayed clean, take care of any animals who got in that shouldn’t, just in general an upstanding young man. The other twin, Drake, was. Not quite suited to interacting with people, he was angry and brash, he couldn’t really seem to get along with anyone. But he stayed at the house unless he absolutely had to leave. So most of the time even he wasn’t a problem.

The town had once been the safest place for miles, with the demon family at the head of it. A joyful little community of those who’d been wrongfully cast out, where all creatures and people could live without judgement.

However, that all changed when the youngest went missing.

It didn’t take a genius to see Alex was hopelessly distraught by losing his little brother. Rumors started about the fact that Drake almost seemed proud over Curse’s absence. And the two began fighting constantly, until Drake too vanished, and Alex stopped being seen in town. They could assume he was still there, the mail still got fetched, the yard was maintained, and occasionally you’d see a light through a window of the house, Alex’s figure outlined in the glow, up long after any sane person would have gone to bed.

Suddenly ripped from their leader, the town began doing things by council. It’d be a few more decades before they’d have anything they’d call a mayor again. But this story isn’t about that. This story is about the house north of the town, that’s held a single heartbroken lonely brother for far too long.

Alex had tried every almost everything he could to find his brothers. He’d searched every place they could’ve gone, both earth and hell. He’d tried every tracking spell, called out to them with every form of sending he knew, nothing. It was like the both of them didn’t exist anymore. It was worrying, Curse simply wasn’t capable of the type of magic it’d take to block those spells, not without severely injuring himself. And Drake had never cared to learn.

Alex hadn’t tried pathway magic. His mentor had warned him against it long ago. One slip up and you don’t know where you’ll end up. It was a simple spell, you bring a key into existence, you bring a door into existence as well. But most people who did it wrong never returned. So he could see why Mercury didn’t want his students doing such a thing.

But that was forever ago, and at the time he’d barely known a handful of spells and didn’t have very good control of them. Now his magic prowess could be contested by very few he was sure. He’d created new spells. He could perform one unstable one. He just had to decide which of his brothers he would travel to first. Which was easy. If his assumption on who was responsible for Curse leaving was correct, he likely wouldn’t come home if Drake was already there. And Drake might not agree to come home at all, regardless of who else was at the house.

He held the components in his hand, a small lump of iron about the weight of a key, and a chunk of wood. He closed his eyes, muttering the words to the spell to himself. Imagining himself finding Curse. He hoped his brother wasn’t hurt, he hoped he wasn’t in pain…

He opened his eyes and.

He’d done something wrong. Or Curse was most definitely not okay.

A black door stood in front of him, darkness almost emanating from it.

Despite his better judgement, he walked over to it, opening it and peaking inside. What if his brother was in there?

“… haven’t seen or heard anything from the Spellbound house in months, you know.”

“Even the mail is getting out of hand. That hasn’t happened before.”

“Should we try and check on him?”

“He hasn’t answered a knock in ages, and you know that house is impossible to get into.”

Text: Make a key, and it’s door will be called into existence. Make it wrong, and you might just summon a black door. Or worse, no door at all.

#Alex spellbound #writing #sorry Alex! pain dimension for you!

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dreamcatcherrs · 4 years ago

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dating a faceless streamer/youtuber; mcyt x reader

+ this was a request, but it got deleted in my drafts ;-; sorry!

dream:

since he is also a faceless youtuber

he’s very understanding of keeping your privacy

and whatever reason you have to not reveal your face, he respects it

he knows what it’s like to have people tell him to face reveal

sometimes his voice will just appear in the back of your streams/videos

like in sapnap’s with the question about one direction

and chat is like, how long has he been here?????

the two of you would hint at a face reveal

and then after weeks brush it off like it was nothing

because you like to torture the fans, I guess🙄

because dream never has a face cam on

he has the perfect seat for you on his lap whenever he streams/films

and the same thing goes for when you film/stream; he’ll be sitting right next to you with his hand in yours or on your thigh

you’re known as the faceless couple

georgenotfound:

it really doesn't bother him at all that you’re a faceless streamer/youtuber

I don't see him as the type to post a whole lot of pictures with his s/o anyways

or something along those lines

so it wouldn't make a big difference to him

would just think it was funny to tease chat about knowing what you look like, when they don't

and then having them just hear you voice in the background of his videos sometimes

but not actually seeing you

he kinda likes that your relationship is more concealed

and that it’s harder for people to come at you when they don't know what you look like exactly, just because he’s dating you

because that would honestly be his biggest worry when revealing your relationship

so he’s happy that’s one less worry :)

sapnap:

does everything to not get people to beg for a face reveal

he doesn't want people to put that kind of pressure on you

especially if they go after you for it just because you're dating him

like, he will make a video about it if he has to

or tweet about it

the last thing he wants is for the fake fans to try and reveal your face or other things about you

when clearly that’s what you wanna keep private

that being said, he’d do so many streams with you

wether it’s gong against each other, or being on the same team

you always have so much fun together

even if you're literally in the same room together

if his face cam is on, he’d look over at you every now and then and send you a smile or some shit like that

there’s some pretty cute moments - expect a compilation

badboyhalo:

bad would be really proud to have an s/o who did youtube/streamed

and he would for sure help you out if you ever needed him to!

like with coding

or just general growth in your channel

wouldn't really care if you showed your face or not - whatever you're happy with makes him happy

he would just make sure that you never felt pressured to show your face

he knows people out there can be meanies

and come for you just because you don't show your face

and he’d always be there to talk to about it if it ever stressed you out

he would also make sure that you didn't hide your face because you didn’t like it or something like that

and if that was the case, you bet he’d be reassuring you

calling your all kinds of sweet things and show you lots of love

he takes lots of pictures of his two favourite girls

you and rat, of course (without showing your face, obviously)

technoblade:

he actually really likes that you're a faceless streamer/youtuber

like, he doesn't notice how much he likes it

before he realises all of the times you'd sneaked some hand-holding while streaming, or shared little kisses when on mute wouldn't have been possible if you both didn't show your faces

you’d share these secret glances when streaming/filming together

and no one would even know about it

sometimes his chat hears a little talking in the background from you

but techno just brushes it off like you weren't sitting right next to him the entire time

and vice versa

he also just stays with you when you're working

sharing small touches and words

chat also notice eventually how much you gush over each other without noticing

it happens A LOT more than you realise

especially from his side🤭

wilbur soot:

okay so

I think wilbur would have a hard time not showing you off to stream every second of the day

he would just always talk about you and want you there with him in his streams

and miss your touch after 5 minutes of being apart

but would be totally respectful of you wanting to remain faceless

he would just talk to you from an angle where chat couldnt see you

but yeah, he loves that you do the same type of job as him

and most of all, you motivate each other on days where you can't be bothered to even get out of bed

you’re definitely that couple that everyone makes cute compilations of

and that everyone strives to be

chat loves you, what more can I say

corpse husband:

ANOTHER FACELESS COUPLE

the power you two hold over everyone is actually immaculate

you stream/film together all the time

just having fun and being yourselves

he would definitely ask if you could join the games he plays with others when streaming

and if that wasn't possible, he’d just get you to come into his room and be part of it that way

he teases you a lot on stream

both cutely and mischievously

and your viewers are like👀

while his chat is just going crazy

you share lots of giggles

like, seriously, the majority of the videos/streams consists of you two laughing your asses off

you two will forever be known as the faceless couple

even if you both face reveal, that’ll always be your title

skeppy:

zak will find a way to show you off no matter what

he just can't resist

the way his heart is always beating out of his chest because of you is just too much for him to not ever show you to the world

but of course with your consent only

he wouldn't ever pressure you or anything

but since you're only remaining faceless

you can expect LOTS of matching outfit pictures taken in the mirror

and just lots of pictures of you in general

with your face blocked out or not in view, of course

you'd always be helping each other with your setups or videos

and he’d want to introduce you to literally everyone he knows

especially bad

you don't necessarily stream/film a lot with each other

but you're always in each others’ company in some shape or form

he always mentions you in his streams

just small stories or conversations

chat can tell he’s head over heels for you

karl jacobs:

he's the most support person everrr

he’d always be celebrating even the tiniest achievements with you

you hit 2k subs? he’ll treat you to an expensive ass dinner

you hit 1 million subs? he’ll buy you a whole room full of filming gear to improve from your previous ones

you managed to finish that one video you've been struggling with? he takes you on a weekend trip to somewhere you’ve always wanted to go

he’ll beg you to join him in is streams

just so he can hold your hand :)

or laugh with you every once in a while

he doesn't need you to face reveal at all

your company is all that matters to him when it includes the rest of the world

I mean, he’s the one able to see your beautiful face all the time, so he can't really complain even if he felt like it

always tweets about you or tweets things at you that only you two understand

and everyone is like ?????

but you don't care :)

fundy:

fundy actually doesn't talk a lot about you in his streams or videos

mostly to avoid people leaving bad light on you in the chat

unless he’s in the same game as you, of course

which in that case, the first thing he’d want to do is find you and talk to you in the game

he’s very respectful of you keeping your face private

and tries his best to keep the pressure of a face reveal off your shoulders

especially if it’s happening in his or your comments

if it gets really bad, he’ll eventually talk about it on twitter or something like that

does tiktoks with you

only with your voice though

and posts manyyy pictures where you’re tagged, but only slightly in view

he doesn't really care about your face being a secret

as long as he gets to see it, he’s happy

quackity:

alex has so much fun making videos or going live with you

and obviously you have the best collabs

you’re the funniest couple on the platform and it shows

he would talk so much about you - like, telling embarrassing stories about you or some shit like that

or saying how clingy you are with him

and chat would be like AWW HE TALKS ABOUT THEM

and he's like “no”😤

but alex can't fool anyone

he’s in it for real with you🥴

and at times, he doesn't even try to hide it

especially when he speaks up about ho proud he is of you

and how people should respect your choice of remaining faceless to the world

but then he quickly moves on to his silly self again

with blushy cheeks ^w^

punz:

has you on his lap constantly

even when his hand-cam is on

nothing will stop him from making you sit on his lap while he’s streaming

he loves that he can rant to you about the problems he faces sometimes concerning his streams

because you get it

he’d teach you the games you didn't know of

and you'd teach him the games that he didn't know of

and then you'd stream/film together after learning the basics

he doesn't talk about you a lot on stream

but chat eventually figures out it’s because you're literally in the same room as him

and how do they find that out, you may ask?

well, your snores coming from his headphones made it very obvious to say the least

awesamdude:

sam knows what it’s like being a faceless streamer

so if you wanted, he’d give you all of the advice you needed

and if you ever considered face revealing, he'd totally help you!

you guys have matching setups

you sometimes talk to each other across the room as you're playing the same game together

because it’s funny to tease chat that way

you’d be posting pictures on social media

that give off hints that you're with each other a lot

like, in one photo he’s wearing a hoodie

and the next day, you post a photo of you in that exact same hoodie

stuff like that

he also celebrates big and small achievements with you

wether it be you achieving them or him, you always celebrate together

eret:

matching. outfits.

STRAWBERRY DRESSES

PLATFORM HEELS

ahhhh chat would be going absolutely crazy at the fits you guys have sometimes

and you're always matching

as in always

he tells their stream that you have a matching crown like his

but that chat obviously can't see it on you because you don’t have a face-cam

she likes telling stories about you

like, memories they have of you two together

and he just always compliments you and praises you for your hard work on her streams

telling everyone how happy you make them

she also always invites you to join his streams because it means a lot to them that you're there :)

jack manifold:

jack is so excited about the fact that you're also a streamer/youtuber

it makes it easier to open up about your relationship online

because some people already knew you before you revealed you two were dating

though I feel like jack would kinda like the secrecy of your face online

just to brag to his audience about how he gets to see your face every day

but also because he likes that there’s more privacy for you

sometimes he’d pop into your room without knowing you were streaming/filming

and would just start talking to you while you giggled about how you were “kinda in the middle of something”

when jack realised what you meant, he’d hurry out of the room in an instant

you’d always be in each others chats/comments

showing what a supportive couple you were

he always raids you at the end of his streams if you’re streaming at the same time

tommyinnit:

tommy always forgets that you're a faceless streamer/youtuber

and is sometimes sooo close to blurting out something he shouldn't

because he’s so used to seeing you, he just kinda forgets that no one else can

you always have to send him a text to “sToP TalKIng AbOUt yOu” so he doesn't accidentally reveal something

that being said, he literally talks so much about you

again, I’m bringing up that time he said that tubbo is so clingy

he says the same thing about you

but he’s really the clingy one, and it’s pretty obvious

you catch him saying things like “yeah, y/n is really cool”

or “guys, please don't say stuff like that to y/n”

getting all serious and shit🥺

he asks you constantly if you can join his vc

even when you're busy, he’s like “pay. attention. to. me😤”

it’s really entertaining sometimes

especially when his streams just consist of you two bickering the whole time

calls you his favourite woman

tubbo:

ahhh tubbo is so sweet when it comes to you

like, when anyone mentions you he just starts smiling

and wants to tell everyone about you

even if they already know you from your channel

he just can't help but ramble on about you

especially to tommy

he replies to all of your tweets

and you reply to all of his

you always feature each other on your channels/streams

and share a celebratory cake when reaching subgoals

sometimes chat notices similarities in your layouts

like a colour change

or a similar pattern

posts a photo of your pinkies intertwined

wearing matching bracelets you made yourself

and everyone finds it super cute<3

ranboo:

he would encourage you so much to join his videos

and wear the same type of outfit to cover your face with

but with a sense of yourself in it so you'd look similar, but not exactly like each other

you'd be matching outfits so often

doesn't talk a lot about you on his streams

apart from mentioning how short you are

but on TWITTER

that's a whole other story

his twitter has practically just become a fan account of you

he’s always in your comments

just to leave a :)

or a supportive comment

if you ever wanted to do a face reveal

he would do it with you if it meant making you feel more comfortable about it

or less nervous

you’re just very lowkey and cute

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Go All Night - Part Two

Frank Woods x Bell

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Author's note: This chapter is safe, the previous chapter had sexual themes and the next chapter will definitely be NSFW.

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“You’re late,” Mason said when he heard Woods enter the van.��

“Yeah.”

“Why are you late?” He turned around, away from the cameras he had been reviewing, “You give me so much shit when I’m late-”

“Don’t worry about it,” Woods walked over and turned Mason’s chair around for him, “You figure out the cameras yet?”

Mason looked over his shoulder so he could narrow his eyes at Woods.

“What?”

“Nothing,” Mason said. He had that knowing look on his face. Then Mason added, “Yeah, Park and I handled them- because we were on time .”

Woods ignored the dig.

Mason was fishing.

He knew something was up.

Hard to keep secrets from someone you’ve known for decades. But this wasn’t exactly the time.

Woods got on the radio and let everyone know they were in position.

“See anything?” He asked as he leaned on the back of Mason’s chair.

“No,” He flicked through the feed on various rooms, “Park and I haven’t been able to find anything on the cameras.”

Woods surveyed the screens as well. It looked like a good time, not necessarily his cup of tea, but it was always fun running missions with Mason at one of these fancy parties.

They could always find someone easy on the eyes to swing around the dance floor for a minute too.

“You ever miss being on the inside of one of these?”

“Ha, no way. Though the view is usually nice,” Woods said as the camera panned over the ballroom.

“Yeah, lots of beautiful people,” Mason looked at the screens again. He pointed to a group of dancers, “The dancing, now that’s what I miss.”

“And the food.”

“Oh yeah, the food,” Mason smirked, “Remember that time walked out with a whole tray of hors d'oeuvre?”

“Needed to keep our energy up,” Woods grinned.

“Oh, those were good,” Mason patted his stomach, “Maybe Bell can sneak us some.”

“The only problem is the portions are too small.”

“Yeah, well, if you had a fancy party, you’d probably get Burger Town to cater. And Bubby to do the ceremony.”

“What are you getting on your high horse about?” He punched Mason in the arm, “Remember I was at your wedding.”

Mason laughed at this.

“You know I’d actually pay money to see you in one of these getups again.”

“You’d pay money?”

“Yeah, it’s always so funny, and they get you to comb your hair and trim your beard. You clean up good, Woods.”

Woods chuckled.

“Whoa, wait, a second, speaking of cleaning up good,” Mason adjusted the camera, “Is that our Bell?”

“Looks like.”

“What do you mean looks like? Didn’t you drive her here?” Mason hit Woods in the chest with the back of his hand, “Woods- is that why you were late?”

“She needed some help.”

“Help with what ?” Mason’s eyes were wide and questioning.

Woods groaned. He knew Mason wasn't going to tell anyone, but it was Bell’s business, and he thought it best to not explain it. Anyway, it was one of those things that had seemed like a good idea at the time, but maybe he shouldn’t have been so hands-on . Maybe he shouldn’t have told her so much about his personal experience. Probably made her think he was another asshole who fucks around. He didn’t mean it like that.

But then, in the car, when she had seemed like she felt so out of place, he wondered if his words had something to do with it. She looked stunning, in his opinion, better than most of the people there, and he was surprised she couldn’t see it.

“Look, she needed help. I helped her. She’s not-” Woods waves his hand in the air over the screens, “-she’s not one of these people. She’s used to sitting behind a desk.”

Mason gave him another look.

“Mason, come on.

“So what,” Mason narrowed his eyes at Woods, “You had to give her a pep talk?”

“Something like that.”

“And you couldn’t tell me because-”

“If Park had been there, Park would have helped her.”

“Woods-”

Bell came over comms, “Can you check the ground floor, southeast side, corner.”

“Hang on,” Mason flipped through the cameras as Woods scanned the rest of the screens. He looked at Woods, who shook his head, “Coming up with nothing over here, Bell. Just looks like an office.”

“Then I think I’ve found the room.”

“Meet you there.”

Mason and Woods used the surrounding trees and greenery for cover and began moving to the location.

They positioned themselves just under the window.

Bell came back on the radio coughing, “I’m opening a window for you. Wait, hang on. Patrol. Stay low.”

“All right, they’re gone. Quick.”

Mason and Woods made their way through the window and into the room where Bell was pulling the window coverings closed. Her hair was disheveled, and her mascara was running. Blood splatter across her chest.

“You ok?”

“Yeah, just had a run-in with a guard,” She pointed to a body on the ground, “You know how it goes. Glad I’m wearing black.”

Mason picked up the body and hauled it to a closet.

She rubbed her neck, “He leave a mark?”

“You’re good.”

Woods handed her his medkit, from which she grabbed some gauze. She peered at her reflection in one of the glass bookshelf doors and cleaned herself up.

“I think the access panel is hidden,” She said, looking over the bookshelves, “But it would have to be easy to get to in an emergency.”

Woods pulled out a blacklight and scanned the wall. The top edge of a book lit up as well as a painting. Mason pulled the book aside to reveal a button, which he pressed. Something behind the painting clicked.

“Elaborate setup,” He said.

“Should I leave you both to it?” Bell asked. Bell made her way to the door and opened it a crack. Then she closed it. She put her ear to the door. There must have been a guard patrolling just outside.

“Yeah, I think we got this,” Mason moved the painting, revealing a panel. Fingerprints glowed bright blue under the light. A metal plate with six grooves on it, and a pin in the center was just behind it.

“What is this?”

“I’ve seen this before. Biometric scanner,” Mason frowned, “We need his hand.”

“How the fuck are we supposed to get his hand? Cut it off?”

“Park, Adler,” Mason radioed the rest of the team, “We need Desjardins’ hand.”

“His hand?” Park’s bewildered voice came over the radio.

“We’ve got a Biometric scanner here.”

There was a momentary silence on the line.

“Easy enough,” Adler’s voice buzzed, “Someone’s going to have to make friends with him.”

“Sounds like a job for Bell,” Park added quickly.

Bell turned her head towards the room, looking stunned.

“Ok, I’m on it,” She said with a wooden voice. And then to Woods and Mason, she said, “She just told me to do it because she doesn’t want to do it.”

“Seems like.”

Bell’s mouth was a line.

She paced in front of the door, thinking things over. She was clearly frustrated.

Woods empathized with her. Bell was already way out of her comfort zone with this one.

“Are you going to be ok?”

“Of course, I’ll be ok,” Her tone was sharp, annoyed, but she quickly softened it, “I’m sorry. I’ll be fine. I just have to figure this out.”

“You mean you don’t come to fancy parties and hit on arms dealers every day?” He nudged her shoulder, “Could have fooled me.”

She gave him a small smile, “Please, I couldn’t even get dressed for this on my own.”

They both laughed at that.

“Bell, what’s the status?” Adler’s voice buzzed in their ears.

It wasn’t really a question, more of a get your ass moving, Bell .

Or a- what was it he always said to her? We’ve got a job to do.

Had to be some kind of inside joke. Adler said it to her so often.

They both knew he had finished his part and made his way to the van. He was looking at them through the cameras.

“Duty calls,” Bell’s shoulders dropped, and she sighed, “On my way Adler.”

“Still holding it together?” She held her arms out to the side for assessment.

“Yeah, you still look great.”

Bell took in a deep breath and checked the hallway, and left.

Now there was nothing to do but wait.

Mason and Woods sat behind the couch, hidden from view from the door.

“Are you going to be ok with this?” Mason teased.

“Ok, with what?” Woods looked back at him.

“Bell coming in here flirting with another guy-”

“You like this?” Woods looked at Mason doubtfully.

Mason shook his head, “No, of course not. But sometimes, it’s part of the job. It’s not like she has to do anything. Anyway, we’re here to make sure things don’t get out of hand.”

“Yeah.”

Mason kicked Woods’ boot, “But don’t think we can be friends for as long as we have, and I can’t tell when you’re interested in someone.”

“Yeah, well,” Woods rolled his eyes, “I may have already screwed a few things up today.”

“What when you were helping her ?”

“Mason-”

“All right, all right,” He threw his hands up, “What did you do?”

“I may have,” Woods paused, “ Overstated some things.”

“What things?”

“I may have implied ,” He flipped his hand over, holding it palm out, “That I’ve been with a lot of women.”

“You told a woman you were interested in that you’ve been with a lot of women ,” Mason said, his tone completely deadpan.

Woods sighed and leaned his head back against the back of the couch, “And then I told her that I found her attractive- in a friendly way. ”

“In a friendly way?” Mason was incredulous, “Like as a friend? ”

Woods nodded. To his surprise, his friend was quietly laughing.

“Wow, you really pulled the wool over my eyes,” Mason shook his head, “I was over here thinking you just thought she was hot. Should have known after that Burger Town date.”

“That wasn’t a date.”

“So you’ve said.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Look, I knew Bell had a thing for you-”

“You what? ”

“But you,” He pointed at Woods, “I had no idea. You usually steer clear of workplace romances. Unlike everyone else.”

“Things get messy,” Woods interjected.

“But,” Mason went on, “You also have a habit of saying the wrong thing when you’re interested in someone. It’s almost like you’re trying to destroy your chances before anything even happens.”

Woods exhaled heavily, “I don’t know if it’s like that.”

“Okay, say you didn’t completely blow it-” Mason grinned at him now, “Would you kiss her?”

“What? Mason-”

“Come on, if you got the opportunity , would you?”

Woods said nothing.

“Yeah, there’s your answer,” Mason pointed at him again, “If you weren’t really interested, you would have laughed that off.”

Woods considered this. Maybe that’s why he had been so quick to help her. She had always seemed so reserved and guarded. It had surprised him a bit when she was so open to letting him touch her. Especially so intimately, standing there in her underwear while he ran his hands over her legs, her hips. In that button-up that just hinted at what was underneath. Her attitude about It threw him off, and that’s probably why he had been so eager to joke around.

Would he kiss her? Hell yeah he would.

“Bell’s on the move,” Adler’s voice crackled in his ear, snapping him out of his thoughts.

Through the door, he could hear somewhat exaggerated laughter. The kind that women usually used when a guy wasn’t really all that funny but always worked to stroke an insecure ego.

No one had ever used it on him, of course. He was just familiar with it.

The door to the room burst open, and Bell and the arms dealer, Maximilien Desjardins, walked in.

“This doesn’t look like a bedroom, Max,” Bell said, laughing. She might be playing a little tipsy. Her voice was higher than usual.

“Astute observation, it is not.”

Woods peeked over the couch. Desjardins made a twirling motion with his finger implying that Bell should turn around. She complied.

“I wanted to show you something. You said you were interested in new tech,” He confirmed Bell wasn’t looking before pulling the book off the shelf. Then he pressed the button to open the panel behind the painting.

Woods and Mason exchanged looks, both ready to jump in.

Bell signaled them to wait.

She had this.

“Ok, turn around now. You don’t want to miss this.”

Bell turned and leaned against the desk, letting her leg casually slide out from the slit in her dress.

With a hydraulic hiss, one of the bookcases began to move along the wall revealing another room.

Bell put her hands to her mouth in awe. Woods knew it was put on.

She wasn’t impressed.

She saw cool stuff like this all the time.

“Wow, it’s like a movie.”

Laying it on thick, Bell?

But Desjardins only chuckled. He stood in front of her and placed his hand on her exposed skin.

What a creep.

“Isn’t it something?” He was looking over his shoulder at the opening to the room, “It’s a panic room. State-of-the-art. ”

“Oh wow,” She smiled at him admiringly and touched his upper arm, causing him to turn back to her. Then she leaned in, and in a conspiratorial tone, she said, “You wouldn’t- let me see inside, would you?”

She flirted with this guy with surprising ease. Gone was the discomfort. She seemed to have settled into this role. But of course, she had. She was a professional. Desjardins looked her up and down while tracing circles with his hand along her thigh. She made a soft sound at his touch.

He cupped her face in his hand, bringing it up to meet him.

“Just a peek?” She said softly before he kissed her.

“Yes, all right,” Desjardins said after pulling out of the kiss.

He placed a hand on her lower back and led her into the room.

In the panic room, their conversation was muffled.

Woods felt a tap on his knee and looked over at Mason.

“Would you chill out?” Mason mouthed.

It was then he realized from Mason’s perspective that he looked like he was about to pounce. Of course, he hadn’t been, but he hadn’t realized how tense he had gotten watching the interaction between Bell and the arms dealer.

“I just want to be ready.”

“She’s fine. She’s got this.”

Woods nodded. He knew. He just didn’t like the way Desjardins was pawing all over her.

“You know I don’t like it either,” Mason said as if he could read Woods’ mind.

Bell’s laughter traveled from the panic room to their ears.

“We should move up.”

And just as they did, the door to the panic room closed, locking Bell inside alone with Desjardins.

“Fuck,” Woods hissed, “We can’t even get her on the radio while she’s in there.”

“Adler,” Mason got on the radio, “Can you see inside the room?”

“No, that’s on its own system,” Adler said, “We just have to wait it out. Bell can handle herself.”

Just then an alarm blared through the mansion. Large shutters slammed down over the windows. They were trapped. They had expected triggering the panic room would set off alarms. Which was why the plan had been that they would be handling it, and Bell was supposed to be on her way out by now.

“Shit, shit.”

“Hostiles heading straight for you,” Adler said, “Park, leave with the other guests.”

Mason tipped over one of the bookcases in front of the door. Then Woods wedged the desk on top of it. They tossed another bookcase on that and propped the couch up, waiting for the door to be breached.

“That’ll hold them off for a minute.”

“Hopefully, we have a minute.”

They could hear the door begin to splinter as it was fired upon.

“Good thing rich folks love their hardwood.”

Woods chuckled.

“Hope they don’t have a battering ram.”

He looked over at the bookshelf that hid the entrance to the panic room. Bell could hold her own, but why hadn’t she exited the room yet?

“They have a battering ram,” Adler said, “There’s six of them. But it looks like more are on their way.”

“There were two in the security room trying to override the window shutters,” Park’s voice this time.

“ Were? ” Mason repeated, grinning.

“Good work, Park,” Adler said, “You should get out of there.”

Something heavy slammed on the main door to the room.

The battering ram.

The door began to bend under the force being applied to it.

They both readied their weapons and aimed at the door. In an instant, the door broke off its hinges, and the force sent the furniture braced in front of it back a few feet.

They had breached the door.

Woods and Mason both fired.

Shell casings littered the floor.

The guards returned fire.

Woods ducked behind the couch to reload. At that moment, the panic room door slid open. The doorway was empty.

“I’ll cover you,” Woods said to Mason as he reloaded and returned fire. Mason took the opportunity to slide to the open door firing as he went.

“Woods, come on!” Mason shouted as he fired from the doorway of the panic room. Woods unloaded another round and dashed for the door. Bell was sitting on the floor, leaning her arm on a desk just inside the room. Her finger poised over a button just on the desk.

“Mason, move!” Bell wheezed as she hit a button on a computer console, and the door slid closed. Then it was quiet except for a fan and a computer hard drive whirring.

They all took a minute to catch their breath.

“You ok?” Woods asked Bell. Her face and neck were bruised. Lipstick smeared. One strap of her dress was torn, and the skin of her knuckles was scraped.

“If you could see yourself, you wouldn’t be asking me that,” She laughed. It had a bit of a cough to it. And then, using the desk as support, she stood up.

“What the hell happened?”

Bell kicked something on the floor, “This fucking creep.”

That’s when he realized it was Desjardins’ body.

He looked over at her. She was tying the two pieces of her shoulder strap together. That’s when he noticed a scrape on her shoulder.

“Asshole tore my dress. I don’t know when he figured out who I was. Must have given myself away somehow.”

She touched her chin absently. Three tiny red cuts contrasted against a forming purple bruise.

“He tried to knock me out, but we got into it. I shot him. Good thing I had that gun, huh?” She gave Woods a soft smile, “Anyway, we gotta get out of here.”

Mason said, looking around, “How? Unless you’re hiding a door in that dress- it’s a dead end.”

Bell shook her head and pointed at one of the camera monitors set up just inside the panic room.

“No, look. That’s an elevator. But I think it will only open to this room with a command from this computer console,” She pointed on the monitor to what looked like a tiny closet. It could easily have been an elevator. Then she moved her finger down to another monitor, “And I think that’s an underground garage. Look at all those fancy cars. Might be our way out. Might also be how they got in to do the upgrades on this room without us noticing.”

She grabbed a book that had been sitting on the desk and flipped it open. It was the same one that hid the button for the access panel outside. Desjardins must have brought it with him.

“Then what’s the book for? Doing some light reading?”

Bell grinned, “It’s just a hunch, but I think this is how we get in there.”

She pointed to a blank space on the wall.

“Are we supposed to be seeing something?”

“I think it’s another hidden door,” She flipped open the book and placed it on the desk just below the security cameras, “Desjardins was paranoid. He wouldn’t just trap himself in a room- he’d have a way out. And said he just had the room updated, right? State-of-the-art . Maybe he changed some security codes and needed to keep a reminder around just in case.”

“Suppose you don’t want to be waiting on the line with IT support in one of these,” Mason joked as he looked around.

“Exactly,” Bell chuckled, “Hey, Woods, do you have your blacklight?”

He stood next to her, switched into the blacklight, aiming it at the open book. Bell started flipping through it.

She stopped when a page lit up with fingerprints.

Placing her hands on either side of the book, she studied the page intently. Her face was so serious. He liked watching her work, her brilliant mind putting the pieces together. It was like she was in her own world. It was amazing some of the things she could do in her head.

As she reviewed the page, she unclipped her hair and combed it with her fingers. She gathered it in the back in a low ponytail and put the clip back into place.

Then she glanced at him briefly and grinned before she sitting down on the stool and sliding the book over to the computer console. She started typing furiously.

“Got something?”

“Yeah, I think this book has the code or is the key to it. If you need to move the book to gain access to the panel, it’s easy enough to bring it with you,” She continued typing, “Or this could just be a favorite book and a favorite passage.”

She shrugged.

“Long password,” Mason observed.

“Yeah, it’s good and secure. I mean, he’s not going to use password for his panic room,” She laughed, “Could you imagine using password as your password? Sure would make my job easier.”

Woods gave Mason a look, but his friend pointedly looked in another direction.

A hydraulic hissing sound filled the room, and a door popped open from what once had been an empty wall.

“Damn, this is right out of Star Trek,” Woods said in awe. He touched Bell’s shoulder, “Good fucking job.”

“Thanks. I’ll grab the list as well,” She began typing at rapid speed again. Mason studied the monitors above her head.

“Looks like they’re making their way downstairs.”

“They’re going to be waiting for us.”

“Nothing we can’t handle, right?” Bell said optimistically as she read through the files.

Woods exchanged a look with Mason. She wasn’t supposed to have been here with them. The plan had been for her to leave as a guest. She had no gear and a tiny gun with minimal ammo.

He removed his pistol and set it next to her.

“You’re gonna have to be careful down there.”

Shooting him a look, she said, “Do you expect me to be careless?”

“Bell-”

“Which one of you has the disk?” She interrupted, holding her hand out.

After copying the list to a disk, they took the elevator down. It was an uncharacteristically quiet elevator ride. It’s not like he and Mason had never had to escort someone who was under-armed before. Bell was capable, but she was likely annoyed at the idea of being considered a liability.

The elevator opened up into a small room. Double doors lead out into what they thought would be the garage. Mason opened one door lightly, looking around the room.

He crouched as he entered the garage. Woods approached the door to watch Mason’s progress. He signaled to Bell to stand close to him and stay low. She exhaled heavily, not hiding her irritation, but complied. Woods couldn’t blame her. He would probably feel the same way.

The room was a giant garage filled with rows of cars. All of them were bright and gleaming under the garage lights. All well-maintained. Some Woods would have very much liked to drive under different circumstances.

As they entered, Woods noted that the garage floor sloped upward into the ceiling as they entered.

It was a strange design, but this wasn’t exactly the time to critique modern interior architecture. Just in front of them was some kind of maintenance setup. It looked like some of the cars were being serviced. A large van stood in front of these.

Someone fired on them. They dashed to cover behind the van. Bell reached for a rolling cart and searched through the drawers as Woods returned fire. The van lurched as the tires, riddled with bullets, deflated.

Bell fired at the lights surrounding them, dimming this section of the garage.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Getting us out of here,” She put her arm up as the van window exploded a few feet above her head.

“Trust me, ok?”

She shot out a few more lights just behind them.

“You don’t have any C4, do you?”

He stared at her, mystified, but handed her his bag all the same.

Mason began to fire on the guards from behind a car up ahead.

“Come on!” He shouted.

“Distract them, ok?” Bell said and ran in the other direction. He debated following her, but Mason kept the guards occupied enough that it didn’t seem like they had noticed her. And him running in the same direction might only serve to draw their fire to her. So Woods headed for Mason.

He stayed low and moved as quickly as he could. Shattered glass rained around him as windshields were torn apart by bullets.

“We need to get the hell out of here!” Mason shouted, “Where’s Bell?”

Suddenly one side of the ceiling began to open up like a hanger door turned on its side.

A black Pontiac GTO Convertable peeled up the ramp stopping short just beside them. At first glance, it looked like it was driving itself.

“Get in!” Bell shouted from the driver’s side. She had slid down deep into the seat to avoid getting shot.

“You hotwire this car?” Woods asked as he jumped in back.

“What like it’s hard?” Bell laughed.

Woods and Mason continued shooting at the guards from the backseat. Bell gunned it, but the large door had begun to close again.

“Oh fuck,” Mason exclaimed when he looked over his shoulder, “Don’t look ahead, just don’t.”

“Bell, the door-”

“I got it! I got it!” She attempted to assure him.

Though neither of them seemed to feel particularly comforted by her words.

Just behind them, an explosion rocked the garage.

“The C4?”

Bell grinned.

The door still loomed ahead. It was a tight squeeze, but she was able to get the car through before the door slammed down on them. As they drove into the night, Bell pulled herself up into a sitting position, and both Woods and Mason settled into the backseat.

Mason looked around the car, “This was a convertible before, right?”

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They met Adler and Park at the exfil point and hopped into the van.

“I’m still sad we couldn’t keep the car,” Bell said, looking out the window at it as they drove off.

“First the APC and now this?” Woods settled into his seat across from her.

“It’s a souvenir.”

“You can’t pin that to Adler’s evidence board,” He joked. For a moment it was quiet. The sound of hushed conversation floated to the back of the van drawing their attention. Mason, was up front leaning over the seat and talking to Adler and Park.

“You know,” Woods tapped Bell’s knee, “I was pretty impressed back there.”

“With what- my driving skills?”

He laughed, “Yeah, you’re a little crazy, but you got the job done.”

She made a dismissive sound and shook her head.

“No, I mean,” He leaned forward with his elbows on his knees and spoke quietly, “You were so nervous before. I knew you had it in you. And then getting Desjardins to show you the panic room-”

“Oh god,” She ran a hand over her face, “Yeah, that was- I think I’d have preferred you both not see that.”

“The flirting? Yeah, you did great. It surprised me.”

“Oh well, one-on-one isn’t so bad,” Bell tucked her hair behind her ear and looked around before speaking again.

She had a strange look in her eyes. She seemed to be debating something in her mind.

Then she looked up at him and said, “I just imagined I was talking to you.”

#writing prompts #frank woods #alex mason #cod bell #frank woods x bell #woods x bell #call of duty #black ops cold war #thanks for the ask nano #hopefully the third one will be out next week #efing fanfics #efingfanfics

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aoitrinity · 4 years ago

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Why Do I Have to Feel Like a Fucking Conspiracy Theorist -- OR -- How I Find a Semblance of Peace on Sunday Night

I’m also going to start this out with a GIANT DISCLAIMER.

I am about to theorize about what may have happened to the SPN finale. I have absolutely no insider knowledge. I am merely speculating here based on the panels and a bunch of Twitter and Tumblr posts that I have been reading over the last few days. If you are not in a good place to read such things, TURN BACK PLEASE. Go take care of yourself and your mental health. You and your feelings are valid and deserve to be handled gently right now.

Additionally, if you are here to give me shit for being unhappy with the ending, please walk away as well. I am here to reach out and share my feelings with people who might be struggling to make sense of something that upset some of us in very deep-seated ways. I am not here to bother you or critique you or tell you that you’re lesser because you liked the ending. If you felt it was good, then go enjoy it.

Long-ass post beneath the cut, everyone.

Alrighty folks...I debated whether or not to do this because I have been spiraling down the hell that is the SPN finale since Thursday. The travesty of what happened to our show--to this beloved show that seemed to have been so perfectly and precisely written for at least four years that it had basically already paved its own tarmac on which to land its plane and we all thought we knew exactly what we were going to get. And then we didn’t. We had a nigh Cas-less and entirely Eileen-less ending. We had no goodbye between Cas and Jack. We had Dean dying young after finally finding his freedom, only to ascend to heaven with no one but Bobby. We had the weird, weird, weird incest-y death scene. We had the bridge crane shot thing because...sure. You do you, Robert Singer.

It was so terrible, so truly awful, and I couldn’t seem to square any of it with anything we had known going in. I tossed and turned and cried and didn’t eat or sleep all weekend. I spent hours just reloading tumblr and twitter, going to the Misha panel, reading and reading and listening and trying to figure out what the fucking hell is going on because I needed to know exactly where to direct my anger. And after a fuckton of talking with @winchester-reload, I think we have at least a very plausible theory about what happened here--I’m laying it out below as much for my own peace of mind as anything else, because otherwise all of these thoughts are going to continue to spin around in my head for weeks and I won’t be able to do jack shit.

Now to start off, unfortunately I do think Dean was slated to die from the beginning of this season. I don’t know WHY they thought that was the best way to go, and I wish they had listened to Jensen on this one. Part of me wonders if it was an order from on high based on the discussion between Becky and Chuck earlier this season--the writers knew it wasn’t a great choice, but they were trying to signal to us that we should feel free to write our own endings to the story because they’d be better (I can wax poetic on the signs of why many of the writers probably wanted Dean to live, but that’s another post). I’m not defending that choice by any means, just laying it out there that I think they didn’t necessarily all want to kill Dean like they did.

However, what I THINK I can explain now is what happened with Misha and why we got so jerked around with Cas’s story. Consider what we know (I can’t immediately source all of it, but I did my best):

At the end of episode 15x19, Lucifer has been returned to the Empty after being killed AGAIN. He talks with Cas. Maybe harasses him a bit about Dean, idk. But then...Jack shows up. New God Jack. And he picks up Cas and pulls him out of the Empty, leaving Lucifer behind, because seriously. Fuck that guy (also leaving behind his abusive father is character growth for Jack, so yay for that).

-Misha was contracted to film 15 episodes this season. He was only in 14.

-Misha told Michael Sheen he had to go back to film 1.5 episodes after the shutdown in March. (Starts at 6:13)

-Misha was in Vancouver during filming of the finale.

-Mark P said at Darklight Con that the last scene he filmed was with Alex and Misha (and Mark P was only in episode 19).

-Misha implied that he was present for various filming moments, including Dean’s death (start at 35:15), and said that it felt like a “mini-reunion.”

-Various sources have mentioned that Jimmy Novak was supposed to be in the finale.

-After episode 18, Stands tweeted a fan who was angered and hurt by Cas's death that they could talk about the “bury the gays” issue after the finale aired.

-In episode 19 we know there were takes of the parking lot scene where the only thing fans observing could hear was Dean yelling “CAS” at Chuck (fuck I can’t find this one right now, but it’s definitely out there)

-Also in episode 19, we had a very strange, awkward montage at the end of the episode.

-In episode 20, we know there were a FUCKTON of missing scenes

-We also had no opening montage, but three other separate montages.

-Carry on My Wayward Son was played TWICE, back-to-back at the end of the episode.

-Episode 20 was shorter than normal and had surprisingly little dialogue. The pacing was VERY strange.

-The cast and crew has been almost completely silent about the finale since it came out. When they have spoken, it has been with an awkward excuse of “Uh...COVID?”

-Samantha Ferris has specifically noted that, despite the Harvelle’s being back in play and a big heaven reunion having been planned pre-COVID, neither she nor Chad Lindberg received any such invitation to return.

-Cas and Dean POP Funko figures were pictured together in a replica of Harvelle’s in 15x04.

NOW with all of this in mind (and I’m probably missing some stuff too because there is so much--feel free to add on to that list), please bear with me because here is what I think we were SUPPOSED to get POST-COVID (after it was determined that the reunion couldn’t happen because of the virus):

In episode 20, we start with our NORMAL OPENING MONTAGE, like always. It traces everything that happened during the season. We are reminded of Cas. The confession. Rowena. Eileen. Jack. Billie, God, the Empty, all of it.

Things then follow along in the episode where they did up until Dean dies and wakes up in heaven. After his conversation with Bobby, he drives off to find Cas (who, in the script, was listed as “Jimmy Novak” in order to protect against script leaks--who wouldn’t want to do their best to avoid spoilers about the finale with the wrapping of a fifteen-year show?). He does indeed find Cas. We get Dean’s end of the confession. Hell, maybe we even get a kiss. And then Dean sets up his new heaven home in the recreated Harvelle’s. Maybe Cas even fucking moves in.

Years pass. We get Sam having his life on Earth (still can’t explain why they cut Eileen and couldn’t even have Sam signing vaguely to the blurry brunette in the background; if anyone wants to take that on, go for it). Eventually, Cas tells Dean that it’s almost Sam’s time. Dean takes Baby and goes to meet Sam at the bridge. The cover of Carry on My Wayward Son plays during this much shorter sequence. End of episode.

But that’s not what we got. Instead, much of what I just wrote about was excised from the episode. The remnants were stitched together after shooting had been wrapped. Filler was added in the form of montages and long, unnecessary extra shots to get the episode to something approaching a reasonable length.

But why? Why would they spend all that time and money and quarantining on Misha, only to almost completely cut him out of the finale? I struggled with why the fuck the CW would want this mammoth show to go down as the greatest queerbait in TV history when they had the chance to do something truly beautiful and monumental with it? It couldn’t just be sheer homophobia, right? Well, I think that factored into it, my friends, but here is where my head is at right now.

It was about cold, hard cash.

Now I could be wrong, but this is what I’m thinking at the moment: Supernatural is going off of the air. Supernatural, the CW’s cash cow for fifteen years. Sure there is still money to be made on blu-rays and merchandise and cons...but they need people watching their shows. They need that sweet advertising revenue. And you know what show they have about to premiere? A show that could, potentially, bring with it a chunk of that SPN revenue?

Walker.

And if any of you know anything about the original Walker Texas Ranger, you know that the show was predominantly a show about a very heterosexual white man being very excessively heterosexual. And for SOME REASON over the years, many of the execs at the CW still seem to think that this show, Supernatural, is really attractive to a lot of middle-American white men...whom they desperately want to watch this new show with this guy from Supernatural that they already know.

Now here’s where COVID fucked us. I think Destiel was greenlit by TPTB, at least in SOME form, before COVID. But then the pandemic happened, and they panicked. They got the cut of the last two episodes and watched them in their original, probably queer form. And then, the execs at CW looked at the economy. They looked at their cash cow, about to make its journey to the great beyond. And they looked at this new little calf Walker that they were so desperately worried about. And they made a choice.

They decided that it would be too risky to take the step with Destiel. They were worried about frightening off their ever-so-valuable hetero male demographic with the possibility that a traditionally masculine man in his 40s could be in love with another man in an overt way. It was homophobia mixed with greed, spun up by fear for their revenues because of COVID.

So they called in Singer, possibly Dabb, although I wouldn’t be surprised if they went straight to Singer. They told them that Destiel had to go: executive orders. And the only way to make it go in a way that removed any trace of what had been there was to rewrite what happened to Cas and cut him out from the last two episodes entirely. It was too late to reshoot anything. They had to just cut and stitch and fill with bullshit montages.

They removed the scene at the end of 19, probably because Cas and Lucifer discussed Dean. All that was left of Misha there was his voice on that fake phone call. They may have cut other things too, but I would bet my life that they cut a scene from the end of the episode and replaced it with that very strange montage. Then they moved onto 20. They cut out every scene with Cas. And left in only two platonic mentions of him, neither made by Dean. They tried to imply that Cas might show up in Dean’s heaven at some point, but that was as far as the editors could go in the time they had. They filled in with montages, awkwardly long shots, anything they could do to fill all of those missing scenes.

And they even had to take the opening montage, because literally everything in it pointed to Cas being there at the end of it all. They wouldn’t be able to leave out his scenes, they were too critical to the season. They couldn’t cut his confession without raising eyebrows. So they cut the whole thing and moved “Carry On My Wayward Son” to one of the newly-added driving montages at the end. Which is why we awkwardly had both songs play back-to-back--again, such a strange choice unless they were out of options and couldn’t exactly buy rights to a new track or compose anything else.

And so we were left with the shadow of the finale that we deserved, that Cas and Dean deserved. We were left without resolution or happiness or words. Bobo told us the most important thing about happiness is just “saying it” and our characters were silenced without anyone ever knowing the truth.

I think the writers might have known and been given the new party line that “Misha never filmed, he couldn’t, sorry, it was COVID, no one’s fault!” But I don’t think most of the cast even knew it had happened until they watched the finale on Thursday with us (though they might have been confused why the bit from 15x19 was sliced, they could reasonably have assumed it was a time thing and also BL episodes don’t make sense anyway). Why do I say that?

Well, first of all, Misha started sending out a bunch of excited texts to fans with some old BTS pictures about an hour before the show started airing on EST. He also wanted his children to see the episode, his YOUNG children. Why would he show them such a traumatic episode if their Dad wasn’t in it? What if it was because he wanted them to witness what was going to be a monumental moment in queer television history that their DAD got to be a part of? And then that was all dashed.

Which is why I think the cast and crew went almost completely radio silent the next day. I don’t think they knew. And based on how they have been acting on social media since then, I think many of them are absolutely furious, but they have been silenced because of NDAs, because they want to find work again in a cutthroat industry, because they don’t want to bring down the hellfire of Warner Brothers Entertainment upon themselves. So the most we have gotten is a little acknowledgement from the MERCHANDISING COMPANY trying to validate our pain (god bless Shirts, she is a LIFESAVER) and a response to my salty tweet about keeping good stuff in the closet from Adam Williams (the VFX coordinator) that seemed to acknowledge the validity of my complaint.

Then there was a scramble behind the scenes, I would bet my life. Talking points were fed to the boys who had panels today, to CE, to all the cast and crew:

Toe the party line. Misha never filmed. This was always about COVID. Do not mention Destiel. Do not mention Dean’s feelings for Cas. Do not promote the Castiel Project or anything that validates the idea that this was anything less than a superb ending.

And that is why we have heard so little from the cast on this front, and what we have heard has been muddled and contradictory. That is why the writers are saying nothing. That is why we have been left adrift.

Now before I close this out, I do want to say that I really, genuinely do not think this was on the writers at all. I feel like they tried to give us the best ending that they could, in a writers room that we know is notorious for splitting along party lines about the overall story (BL and Singer, who have always been about the brothers and their man-pain vs. Dabb and the rest who always seemed to want more for them and for Cas). I think they did everything in their power to at least end with Dean and Cas happy together. If they could give us nothing else, they wanted to give us that. And then the network took it from them. From us. From everyone.

For the sake of fucking money.

And the WORST PART OF IT ALL, for me, is that in the wake of this disaster, the fans have been left to try and figure out what happened. We have had to wade through a mire of conflicting information in the midst of all of our collective anger and grief over this garbage ending of a show many of us have loved and even relied on for YEARS, all the while wondering if we’re just fucking crazy, if we have all fallen collectively into the hole of conspiracy theories. That hurts ESPECIALLY badly because we have taken so many hits over the years from other groups on social media saying we were crazy for seeing things that weren’t there (especially Destiel), for writing meta and analyzing tropes and believing the evidence of our eyes and ears. The network has made us relive that entire nightmare WHILE processing our grief for a show we wanted so badly to celebrate and which instead we now have to mourn.

So again guys, I cannot prove that this is exactly what happened at all; this is simply my idea of what may have happened. But right now, it’s the most sense I can make from this mess, and to be honest, the act of typing it out has helped me enormously in my processing of it all. I feel like I can see more clearly, like I know where to target my outrage and where to direct empathy. I feel like just fucking maybe, I might be able to do my job tomorrow without bursting into tears at random moments.

I really hope that this post has helped some of you to, in some small way, process this too. We get through this the way that Misha told us at his panel this morning, the way the writers have told us to do all season long...we throw out the story God gave us and we make it better. We write our characters the happy endings they deserve.

We save them.

One last thing--if you have not already, please consider channeling your rage into a donation to one of the five causes our fandom has put together to pay tribute to our beloved show and to mourn the ending it should have had:

-The Castiel Project

-Dean Winchester is Love

-Sam Winchester Project

-The National Association of the Deaf

-The Jack Kline Project

#supernatural season 15 #spn finale #speculation #destiel #destielgate #the ending was not the ending #fuck the cw #trust the story #we were robbed

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reidscanehand · 4 years ago

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The One Where Everyone Finds Out (Finale)

Episode 8 of The One Where Everyone Finds Out

Spencer Reid x BAUfem! Reader

(plus a little Morcia love because, as we all know, she is his God Given Solace).

Category: Very, very fluffy.

TW: mentions of Maeve’s death, cursing

So, we’ve made it to the end. I cannot thank you all enough for making my first experience writing a series so incredibly fulfilling and positive. Thank you so much for reading! It’s been so delightful to celebrate reaching 1K followers by getting to interact with this delightful group of humans!

Much love to you all xx

Spencer Reid doesn’t talk much. Or, at least, he doesn’t talk much now. When you’d met him, when he’d guest lectured for Dr. Blake all those months ago, he’d been effusive to say the least. But he’d been through a lot since then, quite a lot, actually. When you’d joined the team, Alex had brought you up to date on the Spencer situation, explaining what had happened with Maeve. You felt bad for him, for losing a loved one in such a traumatic way, obviously, but also because it could not be particularly comforting to have everyone know your personal business. So, from the beginning of your work with the BAU, you’d worked hard to maintain a relationship with Spencer that was more cordial civility than guilt-ridden co-worker watching for, what it seemed the team thought to be, an inevitable breakdown. You didn’t push him, but you didn’t push anyone. The only one you really knew was Dr. Blake, and even with her you’d never known her on such a personal level as working with the BAU required. You’re honored to have been asked and quickly trained to join such an incredible team, but you’ve become rather hyper-self-conscious since starting work. Going from formal teaching assistant with a Masters in Psychological Linguistics to FBI profiler is a big leap for anyone, you suppose, but you’re worried that the good will of the team could run out at any moment. You keep your thoughts to yourself for the most part, helping with graphological profiles or translations as much as you can.

So, no, Spencer Reid doesn’t talk much, but you don’t either. Which is perhaps why him speaking to you directly makes you nearly jump out of your skin.

“You know something, don’t you?” he whispers from behind you. You watch him bite back laughter as you jump away from him with a shudder.

“Uh,” you pant out, “um, I don’t...uh-I’m-I don’t know what you-”

“Don’t lie to me,” he replies, but it isn’t callous or harsh, just matter-of-fact. “I know you’ve seen something. Plus, you’re the only one that would be able to pull some information out of something like this.” You stare at him wide-eyed.

“Alex would have seen-”

“You forget that I’ve seen Alex look to you for linguistics work,” he interrupts again, only this time his tone is different. If you’re not wrong, it’s almost...teasing. “So, either you’re not saying what you’ve figured out or I’m wrong. And, no offense to you, but experience has taught me that it’s definitely more likely the former.” If you weren’t already blushing, the small smile he shoots you then would’ve definitely caused the tell-tale heat to rise in your cheeks.

“Um,” you manage to get out around your anxiety, “if...um, if th-the profile’s right and the u-unsub is from the continent of A-Africa, then i-it’s likely they’re f-from Papua New Guinea.”

Spencer’s watching you carefully, taking in everything you say and nodding slowly, “What makes you say that?”

“Th-there are over 820 i-indigenous l-languages spoken in Papua New Guinea. That’s why the unsub’s syntax k-keeps changing. They’re translating from one or two other languages into English.” You swallow loudly and he catches it, eyes snapping to meet yours again.

“I knew you knew something,” he reassures you gently. He takes a deep breath and steps slightly closer to you. It suddenly occurs to you how deeply intimate this is for this man. If it were anyone else, they would be holding your hand, grasping onto your shoulders. That’s the kind of weight this moment holds for Spencer and you’re a little overwhelmed by the action. He looks at his feet, shifting his weight on his heels before looking at you again. “I know it can be hard to figure out where you belong on a team like this, but...Y/N, don’t ever doubt that you belong here. Because you definitely do. Not only that, but you have an incredible mind. You should share it more often.”

You somehow manage a nod and a very small ‘thank you’, which Spencer receives with a small nod back. And as the two of you continue working with the new information you’ve given him, you can’t help the smile on your face. Because not only do you feel like there’s a possibility that you might actually belong here, but you’re pretty sure you have a crush on Spencer Reid.

~~~

It’s a little embarrassing, really. Here you are, an adult woman, a profiler with the BAU, and yet, you can’t stop having allergic reactions to your hand sanitizer of all things. You’re not as opposed to germs as Spencer, certainly, but you’re not unaware of them. If anything, you find the smell kind of comforting, the act of putting it on a methodical reassurance to ground you when things got overwhelming. You were going to have to give it up, though, if the rashes didn’t stop.

You huff, slightly annoyed with the circumstances, as you finish washing your hands in the bathroom in order to get rid of the offending product. You return to your desk and toss your hand sanitizer into your rubbish bin.

“Did you have another allergic reaction?” Spencer asks, suddenly. You jump a little, surprised he’s paying attention to you. Most of the time, you’re able to keep your crush under wraps, at least as far as you’re aware. Being a profiler certainly helps. You know exactly what to do to hide something like this, but, when Spencer catches you off guard, like right now, you’re not as in control as you’d like to be.

“Oh,” you sigh, frowning, “yeah.” You hope that sounds as nonchalant as you’d like it to, but it’s a little difficult when his beautiful eyes continue to study you like that. You’d think that hanging out with him outside of work a bit would make you assimilate to it more, but no such luck, apparently.

“What type was it?” he continues, shockingly curious for such a banal topic.

You shrug your shoulders, “It was that homeopathic brand Penelope suggested. I don’t know what it is that’s freaking out my skin, but I guess it was in that one, too.”

“That’s too bad,” he replies. “I admire your dedication to cleanliness, though.”

“Well, I might have to give it up altogether if this keeps happening,” you grumble, trying to hide your blush. You look up and Spencer is still staring at you. He opens his mouth only to close it again. As he starts to look away, you get a sudden surge of confidence choosing to stand, cross to his desk and lean against it, staring down at him. “Got a suggestion brewing in that big, beautiful brain of yours, Dr. Reid?”

Now it’s his turn to blush before meeting your eyes again. “Have you tried a more natural substitute?”

“Such as?” you ask, trying to maintain some semblance of calm, cool, and collected. Hand sanitizer, you admonish yourself, the guy can make you blush over hand sanitizer. Jesus Christ.

“Um, tea tree oil,” he nods, clearly slightly uncomfortable.

You feel a smile tugging at your mouth as you respond, “Really? Why?”

As you’d hoped, Spencer’s face breaks out into a huge grin, thrilled to share what he knows with you. “It contains terpinen-4-ol, a compound that kills most bacteria and viruses.”

You narrow your eyes at him, jokingly, “Is that all?” Because you know it isn’t all. You know he knows everything there is to know about this. As if he hears your thoughts he sits up a little straighter.

If possible, his smile deepens, “Terpinen-4-ol has also been shown to increase the activity of your white blood cells, which helps fight off even more germs and foreign invaders.”

“Wow,” you say. “Tea tree oil, huh? How’d you know about that?”

And just like that, his smile is gone, replaced with an intense blush. He clears his throat, “Well, I, um...I-I know that you’ve been s-struggling to find, uh, a hand sanitizer that w-won’t make your sk-skin break out. So, I...um, I t-took the liberty of l-looking up an-”

“You looked up a hand sanitizer alternative for me?” you interrupt, completely incapable of fighting the smile growing on your face.

“Y-yeah,” he stammers, not looking at you. “I know that’s-that’s super weird...it’s not my business at all, but-but I know you’re g-getting frustrated with - not that you s-seem frustrated! You’re lovely, always! I mean-” Spencer’s eyes are so wide, his breath so panicked, that you’re slightly surprised he doesn’t go into cardiac arrest when you place a hand on his shoulder.

“Spencer,” you whisper gently, “that’s not weird at all.”

“It’s not?” he pants, finally meeting your eyes. You nod.

“You knew I had a problem and worked to find a solution. That’s not weird, that’s just straight up kindness and consideration,” you beam. You feel your breath leave your lungs as Spencer grabs your hand from his shoulder, holding it in his own for a moment. He opens his mouth to say something, only to be interrupted by Hotch.

“Reid, Y/L/N, we have a case,” he says, and you’re thankful that he doesn’t look for too long. Because as you and Spencer stand to leave, you’re certain that, unlike your crush, you’re definitely incapable of hiding this.

~~~

Falling asleep on the jet isn’t exactly easy. It’s obviously better to have a private jet than for the team to have to travel on a normal airline, but it doesn’t really change the fact that it is still a plane. And the seats are a bit bigger than the ones on a standard airline, but they still aren’t exactly comfortable. There was a couch, but you are far to meek to stake a claim to it. However, it is on this trip back from North Dakota that you find yourself actually waking up as you near the Quantico air strip. Or, rather, being awakened. And not only that, but you’re being awakened from an exceptionally comfortable rest.

“Hey, sleepy head,” Spencer breathes, groggy himself.

“Hey,” you reply with equal wooziness. For a moment, it’s almost blissful. The two of you are staring at each other, still in that half-awake afterglow of a nap. It takes you exactly four seconds to realize that you're laying on Spencer’s chest, the armrest that had been between the two of you put out of the way. And even though he’d comforted you and helped you warm up back at the crime scene just that afternoon, you feel like you may have crossed a line.

“Oh my God,” you surge back, stopped by Spencer’s arm that still rests around your shoulders. “I’m so, so sorry! I didn’t mean to lay all over-”

“It’s really okay,” Spencer smiles. “I definitely would have pushed you off in my sleep if I was uncomfortable.”

You can still feel a blush steadily creeping up your neck. “Spencer, I appreciate you being polite, but I know that you’re not exactly...touch-prone.”

“I guess…” Spencer drifts off, closing his mouth before abruptly opening it again, only to close it moments later. He looks back up at you, hesitantly, before continuing. “I guess it really matters who it is.”

“Oh,” you breathe. You don’t even try to fight your smile as you look away. Something’s bothering you, though, and you turn back to him. “You do that a lot.”

“Do what?” Spencer asks, a sudden nervousness edging his tone.

“You open your mouth to say something to me and stop yourself,” you answer, genuinely curious. Looking back over the many conversations the two of you have had since establishing a rapport a few months ago, it is the one physical constant that really stands out beyond the growing tactility over the past few weeks.

“Huh,” Spencer responds, thoughtfully. The two of you are distracted for a moment, moving to buckle in as the jet gets closer to landing.

“You’re the only person I know who lets me slow down for a minute,” Spencer whispers a few minutes later.

“What do you mean?” you ask confusedly.

“My mind moves really fast; too fast sometimes,” he admits slowly. “But there’s something about you that calms me down. Reminds me to breathe.” He’s blushing fiercely, but looking you directly in the eyes.

You’re so entirely unsure of what to say in this moment. You take his hand and squeeze it, smiling, but you can’t say what you want to say.

~~~

You’ve never said it out loud. You’ve known. You’ve known for months. But you’ve never said it out loud, not even to yourself. It felt wonderful, but also like some horrendous secret. It’s such a gentle emotion, yet carries such weight and power that, surely, the moment it’s said, even privately, would shift some great force of the universe.

You’d been worried, terribly worried that the moment he realized your feelings for him, he’d pull back. Because you’re fairly certain he doesn’t feel the same way. All the months of close friendship...it’d be foolish to hope for that to be anything other than...just that. But as the two of you leave the theatre, you can feel the shift, the weight of it pressing down on your soul. He’s not listening to a word you’re saying. You’re rambling and you know you are, a habit you’ve picked up from him, a habit he doesn’t mind in the slightest, usually. But, he’s not listening. And you know why.

He knows. How could he not? You’re pretty sure Hotch knows, too. And probably Alex. Hell, the whole team probably knows at this point. They are profilers, for God’s sake. And, as careful as you’d been, your feelings have only grown stronger, more and more difficult to hide.

You stop talking and Spencer says nothing, his eyes still locked on your profile as you park the car in front of his apartment building.

“Spencer?” you ask. He says nothing, so you clear your throat and speak again, “Spence, we’re here.” You look over as the genius blinks rapidly, looking out the front of your car to his apartment building. “You zoned out on me there, mister.” You’re trying desperately to keep your tone light. Maybe then you won’t cry.

“I’m sorry,” he breathes, more thoughts clearly present on the edges of his voice.

“What’s wrong?” you ask carefully. The threat of tears is growing so intensely, you can’t take a full breath for fear they’ll fall. He’s watching you so carefully, even if you could breathe without crying, you doubt you’d be able to anyway.

“Nothing,” he finally gasps. “Nothing at all. I’m just tired. I-”

“Shit,” you interrupt. Because Spencer is definitely lying. Because Spencer definitely knows. Your hands fly to your eyes to attempt to still the tears, but it’s too late. You’re absolutely sobbing. You can vaguely hear Spencer asking why you’re crying, if you’re okay; he tries to pull your hands from your face, but you manage to wrench yourself away. You can’t seem to stop yourself from crying now.

“You c-can g-go,” you manage through the sobs. But Spencer won’t let you go home. You’re suddenly being led up to his apartment and sat down on his sofa. You finally manage to calm yourself down, tears are still falling, but your breathing is more stable. Spencer enters the room having gone through to his kitchen to get you some tissues. You accept them and give him a tight-lipped smile and accept them, wiping away some tears and managing to abate some of them in order to speak.

“I’m sorry,” you rasp. “I’m just…I’m tired. I’ll leave you be.” You try to stand, but Spencer pulls you back to the sofa by your elbow ever so gently.

“Y/N,” he says and you can practically feel his eyes searching your face even though you won’t meet them, “please tell me what’s wrong.” You sigh deeply, trying not to completely lose your composure again.

“I just…oh God, you just…you know, don’t you?” You finally look at him fully, a few errant tears escaping. Spencer stares at you, complete confusion in his eyes.

“I know what?” he finally asks. You can’t do this. You absolutely cannot do this. You can’t lose Spencer. You won’t do it. You stand up abruptly and cross to the door, managing to get just past the threshold, before Spencer catches up to you, spinning you around by your elbow.

“I know what?” he asks again, more desperate this time. You look up at him, meeting his eyes once again. A deep sigh comes from the depths of your soul. You can’t lie to this man. You can’t lie to yourself anymore.

“You know that I’m in love with you,” you whisper.

Of all the times you thought you would say it, you’d never imagined it would be like this. You were right. For such a gentle emotion, the weight of it feels like it’s shifted the entire universe. Spencer doesn’t respond immediately. He doesn’t let go of you, though. He doesn’t drop his eyes from yours. Without warning, he cups your face in his hands and kisses you. For a moment, you don’t kiss him back. You’re too overwhelmed. But then you’re kissing him back and it’s just as wonderful as you always thought it would be. He pulls away from you for only a moment, panting and smiling down at you.

“You know all those moments I’d start to say something and then couldn’t?” Spencer asks suddenly. You look up at him, incapable of anything but a smile as you nod in understanding.

He chokes back some tears as he continues, “I think I wanted to say I love you, but I didn’t know how. But, I do, Y/N, I love you. I love you so much.”

~~~

You’re pretty sure Hotch knows. In fact, you’re positive he knows. His treatment of you on this last case was far too cautious for him not to know.

You’re also pretty sure Penelope knows. In fact, you’re positive she knows. She’s noticed the fact that you’d stopped drinking coffee, if anything.

You’re also pretty sure Derek knows. He’s been fairly cautious with you on the last few cases, but also, if Penelope knows, he knows.

You’re damn sure Alex knows. She’s closer to you than your own mother, so she definitely knows.

You wouldn’t be surprised at all if JJ knows. She’s the most familiar with this, by far, so she definitely knows.

You’re not sure if Rossi knows, but you wouldn’t be shocked if he did.

The only person that you’re sure doesn’t know is Spencer. The two of you have been married for nearly two and a half years now, but some things never change. And you know he doesn’t know. But you’re nearly at the three month mark now. You’re bound to start showing soon. Spencer’s a brilliant man, but you’re fairly certain you could be nine months pregnant and if you didn’t tell him, he wouldn’t know. At least that’s how it seems at this point.

You can’t believe you’re running late. You’d scheduled your appointment with the doctor for way before you needed to be at work this morning, but, of course, your appointment had run over. When you walk into the office, there’s nobody in the bullpen. Shit. Of course you have a case today.

Fuck, you think. You march yourself up the few steps to the conference room, sighing deeply, already exhausted.

“Surprise!” You nearly shriek. The entire team is standing around the table, a cake in the middle of it, a banner hanging above it spelling out ‘CONGRATULATIONS’.

“You guys!” you exclaim, a huge grin spreading across your face.

“You’re finally having Baby Geniuses! Finally, Dora will have someone new to play with!” Penelope shrieks over the heads, crossing to hug you. Derek gives you a one armed hug, his other arm rocking his and Penelope’s daughter, Dora. You’re passed through the rest of the team, various congratulations and hugs and kisses from all of them, until your finally standing in front of your favorite genius in the world. He kisses you, on the lips first, before pressing another kiss onto your forehead and then into your hair.

“I knew this time,” Spencer whispers as he embraces you, “I knew.”

You narrow your eyes at him interrogatively, your smile not abating, “Which one of them told you?”

Spencer crinkles his nose adorably before sighing, “Alright, alright...Hotch might have mentioned it first.”

~~~

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prouvaireafterdark · 3 years ago

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Fireside Song - 3x09 Coda

Um, did you think Michael was going to say he had a heart to heart over Alex with Sanders and I wasn’t going to write something???

Also on AO3!

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The sun has long since set by the time Michael climbs out of his lair and starts looking for the six pack he left in the back of his mini fridge. He’s cut way back on his drinking these last few months, but Alex is stuck working late and he’s got nothing better to do than crack open a beer or two in front of his fire pit.

Once he gets the fire going, Michael collapses into one of his creaky old lawn chairs with a tired sigh and reaches out his palm, willing one of the bottles in his six pack to float up and into his grasp. The glass is cool against his skin, a welcome contrast the growing heat of the fire against his legs.

Michael stares at the flames dancing in front of him as he flicks off the cap and takes a sip, thinking of the fireplace he spotted in Alex’s living room the last time he was there. He wonders if he ever actually uses it, if maybe he should stop and pick up some firewood for him the next time he drives over. It would be nice, he thinks, for the two of them to curl up together on his couch in front of the fireplace, or, better yet, to litter the floor with pillows and blankets the way they used to in the bed of Michael’s truck when they were kids.

He can imagine it perfectly: the firelight casting flickering shadows over Alex’s face as he lies beside him, his thigh slipping between Michael’s as he presses in close and runs his fingers through his curls. Warmth that has nothing to do with the fire spreads through him at the thought and Michael wishes more than anything that he was holding Alex in his arms right now.

It’s amazing, really, that Michael’s spent most of the last decade not touching Alex, but now that they’re together—in a real relationship, he reminds himself with no small sense of wonder—Michael can’t fathom how he ever lived like that. Now he feels Alex’s absence like a physical thing, a tug at the center of his chest pulling him toward his other half as surely as if they were two pieces of the same console.

It scares him as much as it thrills him. He knows that building a life with Alex is never going to be as easy as wanting it, that the path ahead of them is long and arduous. As Michael sinks deeper into his chair, he can’t help but wonder if they’ll make the journey—and how the hell he’s going to survive it if they don’t.

A door slams in the distance and Michael looks up to see Sanders exit his office. Michael waves at him with the bottle in his hand and the second the old man finishes locking up for the night he turns and crosses the yard over to him.

“The hell are you out here brooding for?” Sanders asks as he approaches.

“I’m not brooding,” Michael shoots back. “I’m thinking.”

“Huh,” Sanders huffs, taking a seat beside him. He reaches down to steal a beer from the six pack sitting in the dirt by Michael’s boot. “Could have fooled me.”

Michael just takes another sip of his beer. It’s warmer now than it was when he opened it, but it’s still decent.

“You got a church key lying around here?” Sanders asks, holding up his still-capped bottle.

In lieu of a verbal response, Michael lifts his right hand off the armchair and uses his powers to flick the top of the bottle off.

Sanders looks at the cap lying discarded in the dirt a few feet away with something like amazement on his face before he huffs a laugh and shakes his head. “Aliens.”

Michael tips his bottle at him in a salute, his lips pulling into a grin.

They sit together in silence for a moment before Sanders finally says, “So, you’re not brooding. What are you thinking about then?”

Michael takes a deep breath before he admits, “Alex.”

“Oh, so we’re done pretending you two aren’t a thing?” Sanders asks.

Michael hides his smile against his collar. “Yeah, we’re, uh, definitely a thing now.”

“About damn time,” Sanders says, reaching over to clink the neck of his bottle against Michael’s before he takes a long pull of his beer.

“Tell me about it,” Michael laughs before Sanders words really catch up with him. “Wait—how long have you even known about us?”

Sanders looks up as he thinks about it before he answers, “You remember that summer you got your Airstream and started parking out here so you’d be closer to work?”

“That was nine years ago,” Michael says, more than a little stunned. He’d assumed Sanders had watched them interact sometime over the last two years or so, when Alex was back in Roswell for good and they’d been spending more and more time together.

Sanders gives him a deadpan stare as he says, “I’m sorry, did you think you were being discreet when you shoved him up against the side of your trailer in broad daylight and—?”

“You know what?” Michael interrupts suddenly, a flush beginning to form on his cheeks as he remembers where that sentence is headed. “Nevermind. Forget I asked.”

Sanders snickers beside him and takes another sip of his beer before he asks, “So what’s the matter then?”

“What do you mean?” Michael asks.

“I’ve known you a long time, kid,” Sanders says. “You don’t sit out here like this if there’s not something going on in that head of yours. You wanna stop playing dumb and tell me what it is?”

Michael takes a deep breath. “Alex and I are having our first date tomorrow night.”

“You nervous?” Sanders guesses.

Michael nods, shifting his grip on the bottle in his hand. “We don’t exactly have a great track record when it comes to communication. As good as things are right now… I’m worried we’re gonna fall into old patterns and fuck it all up.”

Sanders is quiet for a moment, his chin caught between his fingers in apparent thought before he finally asks, “Do you love him?”

“More than anything,” Michael says automatically, the words almost spilling out of him.

“Then you’ll be fine,” Sanders says with a confidence Michael can’t understand.

“How can you possibly know that?” he asks.

“You love that piece of shit truck you drive, right?” Sanders asks, jerking his thumb in its direction across the lot.

“Of course I do,” Michael scoffs, mildly offended. That truck’s been with him through so much—Hell, once upon a time it was even his home.

He’s about to tell him off for insulting his baby like that when Sanders continues, “Well, say you’re driving to Colorado to bring an old friend of yours a mysterious package he tells you not to open—“

“Is this a true story?” Michael asks, an amused quirk to his lips.

“Yes, now shut the hell up,” Sanders says, making Michael laugh as he continues, “Anyway, say you’re driving along and all of a sudden your engine breaks. Are you gonna just abandon your truck on the side of the road and start hitchhiking?”

“No,” Michael says. “I’d tow it back here and fix it.”

“Exactly,” Sanders says, as if Michael has already proven his point. “You love that piece of junk, you’re not gonna just walk away from it. You’re gonna find a way to make it purr again.”

Michael gets what he’s saying, but he can’t help but point out, “Engines can break beyond repair, Sanders.”

“Sure,” he concedes. “If you don’t take care of them.”

Michael thinks about that for a beat, long enough for Sanders to continue, “Look, I ain’t sayin’ it’ll be easy, but when you hit a rough patch, don’t just call it quits. Talk to him. Find a way to—”

“Make him purr?” Michael jokes.

“If that’s what you’re into,” Sanders says.

Michael shakes his head in amusement, his heart lighter than before. The old man’s right, he thinks—He loves Alex more than anything. He’ll do whatever it takes to keep him.

“Thanks, Sanders,” he says, smiling down the neck of his beer bottle.

“Don’t mention it,” Sanders says, waving him off. “Just make sure there’s an open bar at your wedding, okay?”

Michael laughs sharply at that. “Yeah, okay,” he says, his stomach flipping over as he thinks about it. “I think I can make that happen.”

#malex #malex fic #michael guerin #alex manes #walt sanders #my fic

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fcntasmas-archive · 3 years ago

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FaKe dAtiNG CEECEE!?!? 👀

fjadsklfjdsaklf i gave a rundown of it to alex right here so i'll give you a small snippet instead bc ily:

“How’s your sister going to pull off a wedding in three weeks?” Chim asks Eddie as they lounge around the living area, the television playing some game show on mute. Buck’s lying across the couch, head on Eddie’s lap, eyes narrowed as he scrolls through his phone, while Chim and Hen share the loveseat, both of them awaiting Eddie’s answer curiously.

“My mother,” Eddie mutters, a little darkly. “Sophia said she wanted something intimate, but then she mentioned it to my mom, so.”

Hen frowns. “And she’s going to pull off a big wedding in three weeks?”

“Sophia gave her a task and a tight deadline and really thought it would dissuade her,” Eddie rolls his eyes. “Twenty-nine years, she’s known that woman, and yet.”

“At least James seems like a decent dude,” Buck pipes up. “Little bit on the scruffy side, but.”

Eddie makes a face. “He’s – fine.”

Hen raises an eyebrow. “Don’t approve of your little sister’s beau?”

“Sophia neither wants nor needs my approval,” Eddie points out. “She’s twenty-nine. It’s just—” he licks his lips. “She started seeing this guy, like, six months before quarantine happened. So, I mean — yeah, sue me, I’m a little bit worried.”

“They quarantined together,” Buck offers, because Buck is Buck and he won’t let Eddie skimp out on the details. He glances at his best friend, a little put-out, but Buck ignores him. “And they figured if it’s worked out this long, they’re pretty much set for life.”

“Makes sense to me,” Chim chimes in. “What’s the big worry?”

Eddie grunts. “I just don’t trust they’ve had enough time to really think this through. I mean, spending an entire pandemic with someone? That’s gotta warp your judgment some, right?”

Chim and Hen exchange a glance.

“I mean, you met Ana during quarantine,” Chim points out, and Eddie raises an eyebrow.

“I didn’t marry her,” he replies, a little dryly. “In fact, I’m pretty sure I broke up with her. Which only further serves to prove my point.”

“You’re pretty sure?” Buck blinks up at Eddie. Eddie, very pointedly, starts singing The Star-Spangled Banner in his head. “Like, is that still up for debate or something?”

“No, I—” Eddie huffs, quickly looking away from Buck and back towards Chim and Hen, ignoring the racing of his heart. “We’re definitely broken up, all I’m saying is that Sophia — I just think she could do with a little more time to think it through, that’s all.”

“Well, you’ve got two whole weeks to convince her not to go through with it,” Buck says cheerfully. Eddie grimaces.

“I’m not gonna do that.”

“I know you’re not,” Buck replies, and though Eddie’s not looking at him, he can hear the grin on his face. Before Eddie can get started on the very pointed second verse of this country’s national anthem in his head – whose broad stripes and bright stars – Buck’s phone rings, and he’s off Eddie’s lap and standing from the couch.

“Gotta take this,” he announces, then disappears down the stairs.

#answered #mellaithwen #amy 😻#*#this is the roughest first draft that's ever existed #but the essence of it is: eddie is a pining idiot

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imkylotrash · 4 years ago

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Playing Games

Pairing: Sky x reader

Requests: You’re known as a very powerful faerie and dating sky and known as the power couple of the school. Anonymous

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You get in a fight and you make him jealous (hint to smut) Anonymous

A/N I changed Sky’s personality slightly to fit the request. I don’t really see him having this reaction but I liked it for the story.

“Hey boyfriend,” you smile walking straight into his open arms. He hugs you tightly taking everything in. God, you’ve missed him. Your parents insisted that you spent the summer with them meaning you and Sky had only seen each other on facetime for the past two months.

“How was your summer?” he asks refusing to let go of you just yet.

“It would’ve been better if it had included you,” you admit knowing he’s thinking the exact same thing. He’s spent the summer with Riven at Alfea and Silva putting them through a brutal training program so they would be ready for this term.

“I bet Silva really enjoyed having you this summer though,” you reckon as you walk towards the gate to the school.

“If he enjoyed putting us through that then the man is a sadist.”

“You know what I mean,” you laugh knowing just how important these moments are for both Sky and Silva. You know Sky has always considered Silva his real father which also meant that he always worried about Silva. Being the head of the army wasn’t exactly a job that came with a lot of security so Sky never knew if he were saying goodbye for the last time. You’d spent a lot of nights staying up and waiting for Silva to return. Something you were happy to do if it helped Sky.

“I know, I know,” Sky replies. When you enter school grounds you see the first couple of students start to whisper and point. It’s no secret that you and Sky are considered somewhat of a power couple around here despite your many attempts to stay under the radar. You’ve proven to be quite the powerful fairy drawing a lot of attention in itself but when you and Sky started dating, everyone wanted to know more.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this part,” you admit quietly not wanting anyone but Sky to hear you. Sky wants to be a normal couple as much as you do, but he’s accepted that that’s not a possibility with him practically being Silva’s son and you being one of the most powerful fairies this school has ever seen. He likes the attention from the girls a bit more than you’d prefer but you trust him wholeheartedly.

“Just give ‘em a smile and keep walking,” he whispers practicing that tactic himself. You breathe out once you get inside not even realising that you’d been holding your breath. You know it comes with the territory but that doesn’t mean you have to love it.

“Just imagine when we graduate and get to leave this place. We can go somewhere no one knows us.” It’s an alluring thought that helps keep you sane even if it’s only a comforting lie. Someone with your powers will never be able to be completely free from war and politics. Farah has already started giving you private lessons in diplomacy and the history of politics in the Otherworld. With power comes certain expectations.

“I will hold onto that thought until you come find me for lunch,” you smile giving him a quick peck before heading to class. Except he doesn’t come find you for lunch and keeping your temper under control becomes quite a challenge when you discover why.

“Who’s this?” you ask positioning yourself between Sky and the new girl. She has gorgeous red hair and a face that screams pretty but you refuse to be intimidated by her.

“This is Bloom,” Sky informs you. It’s a conscious effort not to make a face when you hear her name. Maybe you feel slightly intimidated by her.

“You forgot our lunch date,” you state and while everyone else who hears your voice won’t think anything of it, Sky knows you’re upset.

“I’m sorry. I’m the one that kept him. I was just having trouble finding my way and he definitely didn’t offer any help.” Apparently, it’s an inside joke because they both laugh bringing your anger to a boiling point. You haven’t seen him all summer and on the first day back together he goes and flirt with the first years. He knows he’s in trouble as you walk away from Bloom.

“Before you say anything, I was just being nice.”

“Then why don’t you join her for lunch?” you say your voice dripping with sarcasm. He’s about to say something when you spot your chance for being completely immature and petty.

“Alex, hey! Wait up. You want to go get some lunch?” He’s a specialist you started talking to last year and while he’s nothing but a friend you know it’ll annoy Sky. You both have a tendency to be jealous of each other making fights between the two of you downright horrible.

“Sure,” he says not realising that he just became part of the argument. You feel bad for involving him but then you remember standing in the cafeteria waiting patiently for Sky while he was out flirting with a first year and every bit of guilt goes down the drain.

“Alex, I mean this in the nicest way but get fucking lost.” He grabs your arm holding you in place and Alex immediately scatters. No specialist will go against Sky especially not when he’s looking like he just might punch a wall - or them.

“Maybe you should get lost?” you say out of spite more than anything. You hate that you’re arguing on the first day back but it was humiliating to stand there waiting having everyone watch you.

“I’m sorry I missed lunch, okay? It won’t happen again.” His eyes are begging for forgiveness and you want to end this fight so badly but something’s keeping you from doing so.

“I was thinking about you all day. I was quite literally counting the seconds until lunch because I missed you. And all you could think about was some first year. That hurts, Sky.”

“I know. But it wasn’t like that. I spent my summer going crazy without you here.” He tentatively takes your hands hoping you won’t push him away.

“It would’ve been nice to know that,” you mumble feeling your anger subside.

“Look, I’m sorry. I take full responsibility for today. It won’t happen again,” he says bringing you in for a hug. It’s futile to fight him at this point, you’re not even angry anymore.

“I wasn’t much better. I’m sorry about Alex,” you mumble face pressed against his chest. You feel him chuckle and you can’t help but laugh too by the absurdity of it all.

“I probably scared that kid half to death.” You’re pretty sure Alex will never have the guts to speak to you again. The poor boy had no clue what he was getting into when he agreed to lunch. You promise yourself this is the first and last time someone else gets dragged into you and Sky’s argument.

“Kiss me and then take me to lunch,” you say. He leans down kissing you with those plumb lips of his and you feel your knees go weak. Even though you drive each other crazy, he is the one for you. He’s the love of your life and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

#sky x reader #sky blurb #sky imagine #sky gif #sky #fate the winx saga #fate the winx club #fate winx club #winx saga #winx club #fate winx #fate #sky of eraklyon

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thevoidfishsminstrel · 4 years ago

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Alex Danvers wasn’t phased by much. Had she expected to get an alien sister? No. But she went along with it (eventually) and was a good sister. Had she expected to get recruited by a government agency? No. But that was fine, and she was good at her job. Had she expected to be gay? Also no. But she accepted it and she was… well she was a disaster on that front, but she was happy.

The one time that she possibly, maybe, perhaps faltered a little, and thought, ‘this cannot possibly be my life now’, however, was during the months after the arrival of one Lena Luthor to National city.

———

“Alex! I broke Lena Luthor’s chair!”

Alex whirled around to see Supergirl anxiously striding towards her through the DEO, whisper-shouting her name. “You did what?”

Kara came to a stop in front of her, nervously wringing her hands. “I broke Lena Luthor’s chair.”

Alex blinked. “How? I thought you and Clark were just interviewing her?”

“We were! I was just standing behind one of the chairs in front of her desk and holding the back of it and then she looked at me and I wasn’t expecting it and a bit of the chair just kind of broke off in my hand. I tried to squish it back into place and tucked the chair under the desk but I think you might be able to tell if you looked too closely.”

Alex sighed. “Okay. Don’t worry, I’ll get it fixed.”

Kara deflated with relief and grinned. “Thanks Alex.”

Ten minutes later, Alex phoned the L-corp lobby with an excuse to get Lena down there while J’onn phased through her balcony door and swapped the very obviously hand-shaped-dented chair with a new one that would hopefully go unnoticed. She had naively thought that that would be the end of it.

———

A week and a half later, Alex got a panicked phone call from Kara claiming that she had seen Lena at a restaurant and stayed to have brunch with her but there was now a large chunk of table missing from where they had been sitting, caused by Lena laughing at one of her jokes. Suspicion had begun to creep into the back of Alex’s mind but she was too exasperated to pay it any attention.

Kara said she had managed to cover it up with an empty bread basket and persuade Lena they should go to see the crepe stand that had been at the park recently.

Alex, Winn and James had arrived at the restaurant half an hour later in fake uniforms and a fake van, claiming a table replacement had been ordered by the restaurant management. They quickly set up the new table and took away the cornerless one along with the piece of wood that had Kara’s fingerprints permanently embedded in it.

———

Over the next few months, they replaced glasses, vases, windows, tables, chairs, various cutlery, and an array of annoyingly abstract decorations that had to be specially 3D printed because no replacements existed.

A new section of the DEO budget had to be put aside, labelled ‘Cleanup’, and the superfriends became unofficially known as ‘The Cleanup Squad’ (although Winn only said it out loud once, given Alex’s thinly veiled threat afterwards).

It wasn’t until Alex witnessed one of the events that preceded the need for The Cleanup Squad that her subconscious suspicions hit her like the ton of bricks they would have to fix.

It was a standard game night with a shot too many and a brain cell too few, all of them shouting over a game of two truths one lie, when the delivery guy arrived with their food.

Kara went to get the door while Lena had her go. That was the first mistake.

Kara had been sneaking alien alcohol into her drink for the past hour.

Lena’s third sentence was ‘I’m more often attracted to women than men’.

Kara’s foot went through her floorboards with a crunch and she stumbled into her front door, making the whole wall tremble worryingly. Alex shouted out one of the other sentences as a guess to distract Lena from looking behind her to see what the noise was. That was the next mistake.

Kara took the food from a slightly confused looking delivery guy, thanking him and checking the bags as he walked away, as Lena cheered, wine sloshing around in her glass.

“Alex wins! Women are hot and I like to kiss them.”

The door came off its hinges in Kara’s hand and as she went to correct her mistake she smashed it into the doorframe with enough force to bring down a plane. The door, doorframe and half the wall collapsed to the floor, leaving a shellshocked Kara among the rubble, holding a useless doorknob.

Nia slung her arm across Lena’s shoulders to stop her turning around again and cheered. “Woohoo! That’s great! Hey can you teach me how to win at Monopoly?”

Lena frowned. “But only half of us have had a go at-”

“Yeah! You guys set up Monopoly while I go get snacks with James.” Alex not-so-subtly dragged James up with her, glaring at Winn. “What about you, Winn?”

He jumped up with a nervous laugh. “I need the toilet! Yep!”

They all scurried off to where Kara was just standing and blinking. Alex took the food and doorknob from her hands, putting the food on the counter and the doorknob in a nearby vase while Winn and James started haphazardly piling bricks back up into a wall-ish shape. Nia and Brainy seemed to be going through every single Monopoly card and asking Lena about it in a kind of terrifyingly over enthusiastic pop quiz.

Kara snapped out of her daze and began helping as Alex sent a message to the DEO to get a new door there as quickly as possible. She dragged Kara out into the hall and made her laservision off the entire door and doorframe of her neighbour who was luckily currently on holiday. While Kara did that, she kicked the old bits of door and brick dust under a rug in the hall.

Kara fit the new door into the hole that James and Winn were leaving, blowing her freezebreath over the whole wall to freeze it all in place for the time being.

Before she could go back inside, Alex grabbed Kara by the arm. She raised an eyebrow at Kara’s confused look. “Want to explain what just happened?”

Kara blushed and glanced at (or probably through) the door. “I um… I just got distracted by the food.”

“So it was nothing to do with Lena openly admitting she’s bisexual?”

Kara blanched. “I- wha- pff no.”

Alex rolled her eyes and opened the door to let Kara through before she broke anything else.

They all moved back over to the living room area as casually as possible, Winn setting out the food.

Alex leaned down to speak quietly to Kara before she sat down herself. “You know you can talk to me right?”

Kara nodded shyly and she let it go.

———

The last operation The Cleanup Squad did, it was Nia that called.

Alex sat up in bed, having only just managed to fall asleep, and picked up her phone. “Hello?”

“Alex? Kara’s about to break Lena’s coffee table.”

Alex sighed and waved away Kelly’s questioning look. “Okay. I’ll call J’onn.”

Ten minutes later, Alex was hanging onto J’onn like a backpack as he hovered just under Lena’s balcony with a replacement table.

There was a crash from inside.

“What was that?” Lena’s voice came from somewhere further inside her apartment and J’onn floated up to peer through the windows.

“Nothing! Just… a video on my phone.”

Alex’s phone buzzed with what was presumably the panicked text she just watched Kara send.

Kara went further into the apartment, rambling to Lena about how they should get into their pjs before they watch the next movie.

J’onn alighted on the balcony and they quietly made their way inside. J’onn cleared the broken table into a bag and flew off to dispose of it while Alex set down the new one.

Just as she was putting into place, Lena wandered into the room. Their eyes met briefly before Lena turned towards her kitchen, filled a glass of water, and left again, as though she hadn’t seen anything.

J’onn was back in the next moment and they disappeared back out into the night.

———

Lena opened the door with a smile and stepped aside to let Alex in. “Alex. What can I do for you?” She shut the door and led her over to the kitchen. “Tea? Coffee?”

“Coffee please.”

Alex sat down at Lena’s kitchen island, thinking about how to phrase what she was going to say while Lena made them both a coffee.

Lena set a mug down in front of her and sat down across the island, waiting patiently for Alex to start talking.

“Do you know?”

Lena smiled, raising an eyebrow. “I know lots of things.”

Alex rolled her eyes. “Fine. Do you know about what we’ve been doing?”

“You’re going to have to be a little more specific, Danvers.”

She narrowed her eyes. ��I know you saw me last night, Luthor. Why didn’t you say anything?”

Lena smiled and shook her head. “Alex, I have the most high tech security system in the world and an IQ that is most definitely higher than a five year old, and even a five year old would be able to notice you lot trying to rebuild furniture around them. Did you really think I didn’t notice? You replaced a $1000 chair with Ikea furniture.”

Alex went to defend herself but just deflated. “Yeah. Sorry.” She swirled her spoon through the coffee foam. “So why didn’t you say anything?”

Lena shrugged. “She’ll tell me when she’s ready.”

Alex watched her for a moment and smiled. Yeah. She was pretty sure she’d be her sister-in-law one day.

———

“Alex?”

She pushed past Kara into her apartment. “I think you should tell Lena.”

Kara blushed and stuttered as she closed the door. “Wha- I- There’s nothing to tell!”

Alex frowned at the odd reaction before she realised what Kara thought she meant and rolled her eyes. “No not that. Well… that too. But that’s not what I meant. I think you should tell her about Supergirl.”

Kara gaped at her. “Really?”

“Yeah. She proved beyond a doubt that she’s trustworthy and I can see how much you two mean to each other.”

Kara bit her lip, looking down and wringing her hands together. “But what if… what if she hates me for it?”

Her eyes were so big and sad and scared when she looked back up that Alex immediately wrapped her in a hug. “That’s not going to happen, okay? And the rest of us are here for you whatever happens. You know that, right?”

Kara nodded against her shoulder. “Okay.”

———

Kara stood outside Lena’s office, trying to drag her courage back from where it had run to hide, and wiping her sweaty palms on her slacks.

The door opened and Lena hesitantly poked her head out. “You doing okay out here?”

Kara gave a strangled laugh and nodded unconvincingly.

Lena stepped out of her office to join Kara in the corridor. “Okay, well, do you want to tell me why you’ve been standing out here for the past ten minutes?”

She gulped, breathing getting a little faster.

“Hey, hey it’s okay.”

Lena took her hand, stroking her thumb across her knuckles gently. It calmed her down a little and she sighed, leaning back against the wall and sliding down it, hand slipping out of Lena’s.

Lena came and sat on the floor beside her, offering her hand again.

Kara gladly tangled their fingers together, smiling sheepishly. “Sorry, my hand’s a little sweaty.”

Lena laughed and bumped their shoulders together. “That’s okay.”

Kara sighed and brought her other hand up to her glasses. “Lena, I-” She closed her eyes and removed her glasses with a shaky hand.

She felt gentle fingers take them from her grasp and opened her eyes to watch Lena carefully fold them up and place them on the floor beside them. She looked at Kara with a soft smile. She reached up and traced the same fingertips across Kara’s cheek, making her eyes flutter closed.

“I know.”

Kara’s eyes snapped open. “You did?”

She nodded.

“Oh. Well now I feel like I’ve made you sit out here on the floor with me for nothing.”

Lena laughed, her eyes and nose crinkling adorably, and Kara couldn’t stop herself from smiling even as her heart beat faster.

“Well since you already knew I was Supergirl, I feel like I should tell you a different secret. Like how I think I’m in love with you.”

Lena’s breath hitched, eyes flitting between Kara’s as they subconsciously leaned slowly closer. “You think?”

Her tongue darted out to wet her lips and Lena’s eyes followed. “I know.”

“Good. Because I am definitely in love with you.”

Any other thoughts melted away when their lips met. Kara’s hand automatically slid to Lena’s waist as Lena pressed closer, soft and warm and perfect.

There was a crunch and Kara fell backwards a little, accidentally pulling Lena so she was almost in her lap, as she made a hole in the wall with her back. They broke apart giggling, resting their foreheads together.

“Sorry.”

Lena kissed her again but they were both smiling too much for it to last long. “At least you don’t have to call Alex everytime you break something around me now.”

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