#hey sis you ever get so excited you physically start to shake ''no there's just something wrong with you''

[movedto-mrs-bluemarine]

CUTENESS AGGRESSION

[shadow-assassin-blix]

A Picture is a Poem Without Words

CHAPTER 7

A/N: Okay. So this one is a long one. It’s like 10k. Many things happen. A lot of family drama but fluff to even it out. So we see the return of Javier and Horacio, briefly along with some Steve. Escobar and Valeria appear and are not viewed in great light. (Valeria is not my favorite character tbh).

Warnings: Okay. So. There is some childhood abuse talked about, nothing in extreme detail but I marked when it begins and when its safe again. There’s a brief mention of an attempted assault, not detailed just implied. Um. 

As always: “Speak” “Spanish” ‘Thoughts’

She had cleaned up the house for the most part and was satisfied with the work she had done. She had just started to sit down when there was a knock on her. She made her way to the door, answering it.

“Salcedo? What brings you here?” She asked surprised.

“Pacho wants you close by. Escobar is not happy and Pacho is worried that you may be a target,” He quickly explained.

She sighed, somewhat annoyed, “And I’m guessing I don’t have much of a choice in this matter?”

Salcedo gave her an apologetic look.

“Let me go get some things. I have 2 boxes of mail to go through so that shall be coming with us,” She tells him quickly.

She handed him the box of cards, letters and small gifts. He took it with a nod and another guard came up and took the heavier box from her family in New York. She grabbed some of her own clothes, and necessities packing them into a suitcase quickly. Once she was ready, they drove her to Pacho’s home.

She walked in, noticing the brothers were there with Pacho. She sees Alvaro sitting next to him reading a book, a notepad near him for when he stopped to write every so often.

She made her way over to the couch, taking the open seat by Pacho quietly. He continued to speak to Miguel about something, the only sign that he gave that he noticed she was there, was his hand coming to rest on her knee.

Salcedo and Córdova set her boxes near her, before taking her suitcase upstairs to her room.

While they talked, she began opening cards. Most of them were from other fighters, who wished her a happy birthday and told her they missed her.

Some had cash stuffed in their cards. Others they sent a gift, that was in the form of a fox. She lined up several trinkets, shakers, towels, and such, all fox themed.

Gilberto asked with a laugh, “Why do you have so many foxes, little one?”

“It’s a long story…” She said with a shake of her head.

She had eventually gotten through all of the birthday wishes, and all that was left was regular mail, so she set the box aside for now.

She walked over to the heavier box, laying it down flat. She pulled out a knife to cut the tape that sealed it. As she pulled open the flats, the first thing she saw was a note resting near a some brand new boxing gloves.

She quickly pulled them with an excited squeak.

“Yesss. Been needing a new pair,” She mumbled throwing a glove on to see how it fit.

She clenched her fist a few times, checking it out. Once she was satisfied, she set them gently onto the coffee table. She turned back to the box and noticed there was plain white box sitting in there as well, so she set it and the note aside for a moment.  She cleared away the tissue to find bubble wrap and it was tightly wound across the large item that was inside.

She gently cut down the sides of the cardboard box, so it was completely flat. She then gently lifted the item up and began to unwrap it one-handed.

She slowly revealed a shadow box, that had her old fight outfit, a few news articles, and her first pair of gloves pinned inside.

“The Silver Vixen?” Came Pacho’s voice as he walked up to get a closer look at it.

“That was my fight name,” She said softly staring at the items inside fondly.

She looked up, and gently waved over a couple guards, asking them to put it some place safe for her. They did, carrying it off to the side. She turned to the white box and note.

She opened the note reading it quickly.

‘Hey sis, on the off chance that you ever come back home, we figured you should have the proper gear and attire beforehand. Love you, Happy Birthday! – Jack & Andy’

“Oh lord,” She whispered as she realized what exactly was in the white box.

Pacho raised an eyebrow, looking at her expectantly.

“Well. Go on. Show us,” His voice was teasing.

She pulled the lid off, shoved the tissue paper away and pulled out a sports bra, a pair of shorts, and a silk robe, all in a dark silver. All embellished with the words “Silver Fox” in white stitching.

“You never told me you were a fighter,” Pacho noted staring at the items.

“I mean… I only did like 10 tournaments/matches,” She waved it off.

“Uh huh. And how many did you lose?” Gilberto asked with a teasing smile.

She looked every which direction, not making eye contact as she not so casually scratched her face, before holding up one finger.

“One? You lost one match?” Miguel asked with a shake of his head.

“Yeah. I did it for a year… during my last match, there was an FBI recruiter in the crowd, and he told me I should apply. So… I did,” She explained briefly, retaking her seat. “And now here I am.”

Pacho leaned over and quietly whispered, “I find that strangely sexy. I might have to see some of these moves of yours.”

She shook her head, smiling at him somewhat embarrassed.

“I’m really not that good. Just… quick,” She replied modestly.

As they resumed talking about business, she grabbed the rest of her mail at the bottom of the box.

She quickly flicked through them, determining them to be junk mail. She checked the box and saw a manilla envelope at the bottom, she grabbed it setting it to the side as she dumped her cards and gifts back into the box, tossing the fighting outfit in there as well.

She was following along with their conversation, as she set the somewhat thick envelope onto her lap.

She looked down at it, her breath catching in her throat as she noticed the address. She swallowed thickly as her hands pulled the plain envelope off, turning it around to open it.

She opens it with somewhat shaky hands, and sees a newspaper sticking out of it. She pulls it out, unfolding it. After flipping it over, she noted it was the local newspaper from her hometown. More specifically, the obituary section. Her eyes drifted down to the column smacked dab in the middle of the page.

‘Aurelia Lage, 59, passed away…’

That was all she was able to read before she dropped the paper. She stood up suddenly and walked into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of tequila before walking outside.

Pacho, grabbed the newspaper that she had dropped, searching it for answers. He quickly found it, recognizing the last name. He sets the paper down and grabs the manila envelope and slowly follows her outside.

She was sitting on the grass, the bottle of tequila resting between her legs. Her face was pale, and she was trembling.

He slowly made his way over to her, sitting by her side. He watched her take a long drink, with a small grimace.

“Your mother?” He prompted quietly.

Blix nodded her head.

“I. I don’t know how to feel. Relieved? Happy? Numb? How does one feel, knowing that the person who hated your entire existence is dead?” She asked rhetorically.

She sighed heavily, knowing she had to finally tell him everything.

“My mother… She uh… had my sisters with her first husband. He died… and she went on the hunt for husband number 2,” She began with a scoff.

“She found him in the mayor of our fair town. A married man, mind you. He and his wife… were having trouble conceiving a child. That was the kind of woman my mother was. She saw a woman, who tried and tried to have kids, and saw it as a weakness to take advantage of,” Blix said bitterly. “They had their affair. She got pregnant, but uhh… so did his wife. His wife had a healthy baby boy… a month after I was born. Do you know what it’s like to have sibling who has no idea you exist?”

Pacho didn’t respond, he just wrapped an arm around her, pulling her in close.

TRIGGER WARNING

“Suffice it to say, the mayor left my mother. And me. The… abuse… started slowly. I would get in trouble far more often than my sisters, even if I wasn’t involved. Time outs were longer. Which slowly led to her locking me in my room… and starving me for days. My sisters… they tried to help, but I didn’t want them to get in trouble…” She took a deep breath, having to steal her nerves to explain the next part.

“When that longer worked, it became physical. I’m not going to explain all of it… but it came to a head when I was 15. She threw a vase at me. It broke against my face. I uhh. I needed 100 stitches to close the wounds,” She stuttered, sniffling as tears began to fall.

TW END

“I grabbed what money I had hidden, from doing odd jobs around the neighborhood. Ran away, once the stitches were out. I made my way to New York. Got busted with some other kids with stolen goods. Judge sent me to a group home and made me go to therapy. That lasted a month,” She snorted at the memory.

“Was about 19. Trying to find shelter from the rain. A couple of guys… cornered me. It was pretty obvious… what they had planned. Tried to fight them off. The owner of the building we were next to, heard the commotion. Scared them off. Took me in. Gave me a job at his gym. Made me get my GED. Was his best fighter for a year, before I became an FBI agent. Traveled the world. Landed here...” She trailed off.

“Met a man who, while a commitment-phobe, taught me to love myself as is. Then I ran into you… and the past 2 months? Have been the happiest I’ve been in a long time,” She stated, looking at him.

Pacho smiled softly, beckoning her to him. She slowly crawls into his lap; she goes to bury her face into his shoulder but stops.

“I’m going to ruin your shirt,” She mumbled.

“Honey. I can literally buy 20 of these. I don’t care if you ruin it,” He informed her quietly, running his hand through her hair.

She stared at him for a moment, before slowly burying her face into him, as smalls sobs began to rake through her body. He quietly shushed her, running his hands up and down her back.

She’s not sure how long she sat like, but by the time her tears became small sniffles, she was exhausted. She slowly pulled away, rubbing her face to dry it off.

Pacho slowly pulls the envelope forward, asking, “Do you want me to open it?”

She nodded her head, “It’s her will for sure, but I don’t know what else is in it.”

“How do you know that?” Pacho inquired as he gently opened it.

“The name. Whit Jacobson? He does all of the will and testaments. He also runs the funeral home and crematorium. ‘Your one stop shop, for when a family member drops.’” She mocked, her eyes rolling.

Pacho paused in his movements, “Please do not tell me… that was his slogan?”

She nodded her head, smiling tightly.

Pacho shook his head, pulling out the documents inside. She took it with shaky hands, looking it over. She noticed almost immediately… that it was off. There were large gaps between each paragraph and some sentences even cut off halfway through a word.

“Great. Now I need lawyer to help me deal with this bullshit,” She muttered annoyed.

She looked back toward Pacho’s hand as he pulled out a few stacks of photos. She froze as she looked at them. The first photo in each stack, was of one of her sisters. A small smile appeared as she examined them.

“Your sisters?” Pacho realized, noticing how they all resembled one another.

“This is Lily, Hope and Darla,” She pointed them out with a sigh. “Lily is the sweetest, Hope the craziest, and Darla, the oldest, is the serious one.”

“They sound lovely… but none of them could hold a candle to you,” He said sweetly.

She smiled shyly at that, and gently placed the photos back into the envelope, swearing to look at them more closely later, and put the will back in as well. Pacho made her stand up and led her over to one of the outside tables and told her to wait there.

A few minutes later, he walked back outside with a plate of food and two forks. He sat down in one of the seats and pulled her into his lap.

“Eat. Need to soak up some of that tequila you’ve been drinking,” He teased her handing her a fork.

She shook her head and took a few bites. The two of them quietly ate, occasionally playfully fighting over a piece with their forks.

Halfway through, he slowly stopped, pulling away slightly. She looked at him confused, setting her fork down, turning her attention to him.

“The last thing… my father ever said to me, was that I will never be a man. He told me this after he caught me with a neighbor boy. I was 16 and he threw me out on the streets,” He slowly began, a bitterness in his tone.

“I began working with the Cali soon after. Worked my way up the ranks. At one point… another guy, was pissed that I was doing so well. Ratted me out to the Gilberto & Miguel. Told them I wasn’t man enough, that I didn’t belong. Do you know what they did?” Pacho asked her.

She shook her head.

“They made me partner. All I am, all I have is because of them,” Pacho ended with a sigh.

She started to say something but stopped herself, voting to instead take another bite of food.

“What?” Pacho lightly asked.

She paused before mentioning, “That day… in the hotel? When we talked about the surrender? You made a face or.. maybe it was your tone… but I had feeling that you weren’t thrilled by the idea. It makes more sense now. The cartel. It’s allowed you to live how you want, without restraint or fear. Without it, what are you left with?”

He gave a short laugh, nodding his head. “You noticed that, but fail to notice several men eyeing you like your hottest thing they’ve ever seen?”

“I notice what’s important, silly. Those guys? In the long run, mean nothing to me. You, on the other hand, mean a great deal to me,” She whispered pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Also. Who was this asshole that tried to out you? Need to know in case I need to stab a hoe,” She half-joked.

“A Salvador, no one of importance to be honest. But I appreciate you wishing to defend my honor,” He laughed.

“I’m going to go to bed. Do you mind if I crash in yours? Don’t… want to be alone,” She said soberly.

He nodded his head, giving her a kiss. “I’ll join you in a little bit, alright?”

She smiled and stood up, making her way inside. She was on autopilot making her way upstairs, she didn’t even bother stopping by her room. She stepped into Pacho’s bedroom, making her way over to his closet. She grabbed one of his plain long sleeve button-ups. She stripped down to just her underwear and threw the shirt on.

She went into the bathroom to clean her face and do her business. A few minutes later, she had crawled under the covers, holding one of the pillows closely to her as she quickly fell asleep.

Downstairs, Pacho walked into the living room, sighing heavily.

“What happened?” Gilberto asked curious.

“She was informed in not so many words, that her psychotic mother passed away. She needs a lawyer to look at this will, it’s terribly edited and I’m sure someone was trying to pull a fast one,” He briefly informed him, dropping the will onto the coffee table.

“We will get ours right on it. Go to her. Gilberto and I will crash here tonight, and make phone calls in the morning, okay?” Miguel stated firmly standing up with Gilberto.

“Careful Miguel. It almost sounds like you care about her?” Gilberto teased.

“She’s a good girl and she’s good for you. She’s the Lady of Cali after all,” Miguel pointed out looking at Pacho, referencing her newly acquired nickname.

Pacho nodded and bid them goodnight. Alvaro looked at his brother and noticed he was fidgeting.

“You told her about our father,” He stated more than asked.

Pacho looked at him, raising an eyebrow.

“You’re fidgeting. You only ever do after talking about him,” Alvaro explained nodding towards Pacho’s hands.

Pacho had no response to that, and just smiled tightly.

“Go get some rest little brother,” Pacho recommended after a moment, making his way to the stairs.

When he got to his bedroom, he paused, staring at Blix who was in the middle of the bed, passed out. He noted with a soft smile that she was in one of his shirts. He quietly got ready for bed, and as he slid in next to her, she turned over, reaching for him.

He settled in, pulling her close, listening to her sigh happily as she snuggled into his arms. He noticed after a moment, Diego standing at the doorway.

Diego had come up after one of the guards who had been patrolling outside, overheard their conversation and relayed it to several others.

He strips down to just his boxer, and gently, hesitantly, lays behind her, wrapping an arm around her. She blearily looked at his arm, noticing the extra warmth, and just slowly held it to her.

Once she was back to sleep, Diego quietly asked, “How is she so nice? Survived all of that, and… is not bitter at the world?”

Pacho hummed, “I think she’s more bitter than she lets on. She just doesn’t want the world to see it. We can talk later. I don’t want to wake her up.”

Diego nodded his head, and the two of them slowly fell asleep.

When Blix woke up the next morning, she was slightly disoriented. Her eyes blinked open slowly, confused as to why she was so warm. She glanced down and noticed two different arms were wrapped around her waist. Looking to her left and right, she spotted Pacho and Diego, sleeping contently on either side of her.

She smiled, reaching up to rub the sleep out of her eyes. When her vision was cleared, she spotted Alvaro waiting by the door, smirking at the sight before him.

“Hey,” She softly greeted.

“Good morning. Your phone’s been ringing, I figured you should probably answer it,” Alvaro greeted, showing her phone in his hand.

She nodded, gently sitting up, trying not to wake either men. She eventually stood up, and gingerly walked toward the end of the bed, stepping off once she got there.

She whispered a thank you as she took her phone. She noticed that Steve, Javier, and Theo had tried calling her.

She calls Theo, and once he answered asked, “What the hell happen?”

“It’s a shitshow boss. Escobar surrendered but his terms are laughable. He built his own prison and DEA can do fuck all about it. But now, the embassy is under a microscope. All staff must report in to discuss the new changes. You are wanted by 1pm boss,” Theo said rushed.

“Shit. Umm. Okay. Its 9:30? Okay, I can be there by 1. I’ll see ya then,” She answered hanging up and rushing into her bedroom.

She grabbed some black slacks, and a silk blouse from the closet, tossing them and some heels onto the bed, while she raced to get herself ready. She didn’t have time to get a shower in, so she cleaned her face, threw on a dash of makeup and healthy amount of deodorant/perfume.

She threw her hair into a slightly messy bun and tossed the shirt she was wearing to the floor. She grabbed a bra and got dressed in minutes. She tossed her FBI badge around her neck, made sure her IDs were in her messenger bag, and after securing her gun into its holster, slipped it onto her hip.

She jumped into her shoes, grabbing her bag and phone, moving quickly downstairs.

“Alvaro? Please tell your brother I will be in Bogota for the day!” She called out as she passed him.

She saw Salcedo and a few others getting into a car.

“Hey, Salcedo! Mind if I bum a ride to the airport with you guys?” She asked as she caught up to them.

Salcedo replied, “Of course. Get in.”

She hopped in, taking a seat next to Navegante. They took her to the airport, making small talk.

Two hours later, and she was standing in front of the American Embassy. She made her way inside, stopping briefly to check on her team, since they were all assembled in their water closet sized office.

Her team gave her a stack of files to go through, and a few reports she needed to sign off.

She took them with her as she walked into the conference room that was crowded with members from every department.

When she stepped in, the attention turned to her.

Her director commented, “Nice to see you finally join us Agent Lage.”

She went to apologize but a random agent, one from CIA felt the need to mutter loudly, “Too busy whoring around I’d bet.”

Her eyes narrowed, and a tight smile formed on her face, ignoring the chuckles.

“I’m sorry if I am a bit late director. I was informed of a death in my family last night,” She spoke plainly.

The director looked at her with sympathy, and said, “My condolences. Please be sure to stay the full meeting. Many things are to be discussed.”

She nodded her head and turned her gaze to the man who spoke before, “I’m sorry. Were you trying to say something earlier? Couldn’t quite hear you over your mumbling? If you have something to say, say it to my face like a man. That way at least when I knock you on your ass, you can have some dignity.”

She smiled somewhat viciously when he turned red and backed away into the crowd.

She moved toward Javier and Steve who were leaning against the wall, waiting.

A few minutes passed, before the room began to clear out. Soon it was just 2 members of each department. When they all took their seats, they were informed that Ambassador Noonan has retired.

“I am to be your new ambassador and things are going to change around here,” Arthur Crosby spoke firmly.

He laid out the new guidelines, especially for the DEA. He told them that everyone will be setting up in Medellin in a new office.

He eventually turned his attention to her and Theo.

“I want the both of you to bring me up to speed about these museum robberies,” He demanded looking at them expectantly.

“Our suspect is Augustus König. He’s wanted around the world for numerous robberies. We have narrowed down a list of potential warehouses that he may be using to hideout, and store everything he’s stolen. As far as we are aware, he hasn’t sold any of the items,” Blix began speaking.

“… and… He knows who I am. We ran into each other the other day. I don’t think he’s aware of the other members of my team, but he made me well aware that he doesn’t fear law enforcement,” She concluded hesitantly.

Theo looked at her surprised.

Stechner snorted, “Hm. Was that… before or after your little trip to Medellin the other day?”

She looked at him and asked, “Is there something you’d like to say?”

“Hmm. No, just find it interesting that both you and the Cali Cartel were seen in Medellin around the same time,” He said with feigned innocence.

“Are you having me followed?” She accused her face hardening. “Ambassador, I apologize but this is something I would like addressed. Seeing as how, my lovely… coworkers here… had no qualms about leaking my dossier to said cartel, and your predecessor knew about it.”

Crosby raised his hand to stop Stechner from speaking, “Listen, all of you. The priority is the Medellin cartel and the Communists. No more spying on other agencies, if there is not a valid concern. No more arguments. No more fights.”

He stared pointedly at Blix when he said the last line.

“Now, if this König is indeed aware of you Agent Lage, then I would hope you are taking the necessary precautions to make sure this doesn’t blow up in our face. The Colombians would have a field day if they learned we were the reason for millions of dollars of priceless art was lost forever because of a minor mistake,” Crosby returned to the subject at hand, subtly warning her to not mess up.

She nodded her head in affirmation. They spoke more next steps, and toward the end her phone began to go off.

She winced and quietly answered it, “Hello?”

“Miss Lage? This is Alan Starkman, Pacho called me to look over your will?” Came a male voice.

“Oh. Um. Do you mind if I call you back in about 10 minutes, I am in the middle of a meeting?” She requested trying to end the phone call quickly.

“Sure,” He replied before hanging up.

She rolls her eyes and puts her phone back into her pocket. “Sorry. Lawyer.”

They finished up the meeting without further interruptions and as she stepped out, she turned to the ambassador.

“Uh. Sir. Just a quick note, I am having to deal with some nonsense regarding my mother’s will, and I may have to make a trip to Georgia to fix things,” She spoke quietly.

“Do what you need to do. You have my condolences as well,” He remarked making his way to his office.

She nodded her in appreciation but was internally grimacing.

She quickly called the lawyer back, who was quick to inform her that many things were off. He has it set for them to meet with Whit Jacobson at 1pm tomorrow in Georgia, with her sisters.

She thanked him for his help and said she’d meet him tomorrow at the airport.

Once that was done, she sighed heavily. This was not how she expected her day to go.

She worked on the files she had at hand, finishing them up in an hour, when Javier appeared at her desk.

“You finish?” He quietly asked.

She nodded her head, he told her to come with him.

She does so, following him to his truck. They drove for a while before pulling up to a familiar home, where the car out front was packed full of suitcases.

“Horacio has been reassigned. Figured you’d want to say goodbye before he’s shipped to Spain,” Javier tells her.

She kissed his cheek in thanks and stepped out. She walked up to the door, knocking on the frame, and calling out “Anyone home?”

She hears two sets of feet running toward her and was almost knocked off her feet when two small bodies ran into her.

“Ah! My favorites! How are you my loves?” She exclaimed picking them both up in her arms and waddling with them into the living room.

They tell her they were sad that they had to leave. “Oh, I’m very sad too. I may have to steal you and take you to Cali with me.”

“Don’t tempt me,” Julianna remarked as she walked over. “I might let you.”

Blix laughed as she put them down, giving Julianna a hug in greeting.

“He’s out back,” Julianna tells her nodding her head toward the backyard.

Blix slowly made her way to him outside. He was staring off into the distance, hands in his pockets.

“Hey old man,” She greeted, lightly teasing him.

He turned around to face, a small smile on his face. She walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him. He returns it muttering, “Hey, brat.”

She hugged him for a solid minute, not really wanting to let go, but she didn’t want to make it weird.

She pulled away with a sigh, asking in disbelief, “They’re really reassigning you to Spain?”

He nodded his head, and opened his mouth to respond when he stopped, moving his hand to tilt her chin up. He examined her face with a frown.

“Have you been crying, little fox?” He asked concerned.

“I found out my mother died… and I have to go back home to Georgia to fix some bullshit concerning her will,” She muttered quietly, breaking her gaze with his.

He sighed softly, before leaning forward to press a kiss to her forehead. He was one of the few people she had confided in about what had happened to her when she was young. In that moment, she looked so small and though she did her best to hide it, he could tell she was scared.

“What do you need me to do? Need me to go with you tomorrow? I’ve been told I can be quite intimidating,” He offered her.

“You’ve been told huh?” She repeated with a teasing smile.

“I appreciate the offer, but… this is something I need to face alone. You always said that my past will try to catch up to me. Well. It has,” She denied his offer with a shake of her head.

“Doesn’t mean you should go through it alone. I know we butted heads a lot in the beginning, but you’ve become a kid sister to me. If you need me, you can always call me. Day or night,” Horacio informed her sweetly.

She felt her nose twinge and lip tremble, as she tried to not cry in front of him. She couldn’t quite speak, so she just simply threw her arms around him in another hug. He chuckled quietly and hugged her back.

She stepped back after a moment, sniffling softly, trying to calm herself.

“I’ll miss you,” She whispered.

He threw an arm around her shoulder, mumbling into her hair that he would miss her as well, as they walked back inside.

She said her goodbyes to everyone and made her way back to Javier in his truck. Javier drove her to his apartment after that, and she sat somewhat numbly on his couch as he made lunch.

A sandwich and some chips were presented to her, and she took it with a soft ‘thank you.’

He sat next to her, throwing on some tv, a movie of some sorts. The two of them quietly ate, setting their plates on the coffee table once they were both done. She was vaguely aware that he had on Star Wars.

She slowly rested her head against his shoulder, he held her hand in response. She quietly told him what was going on with her family. He was quiet the entire time, listening to her. When she was finished, he didn’t react at first. He surprised her when he suddenly pulled her into his lap, wrapping his arms around her tightly. He held her close, and that’s how they sat for most of the day.

When evening rolled around, she made a few phone calls that she needed to do before tomorrow. When it came around time to go to bed, she collapsed on top of him once he was laying down on the bed.

“At some point… I do want to talk about you... about… that phone call I made… a while back. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable that night. I do…think about us… Probably more often than I should, given I was the asshole who called it off,” Javier voice spoke out into the darkness.

“…I think about it too… but maybe for now… it’s a good thing we are not together. We both have very different priorities when it comes to our jobs. Maybe… in the future we could talk about this more in detail,” She requested politely, even though in her head, she didn’t know if a future with Javier would happen. Not with the feelings she had for Pacho.

He nodded his head, “Yeah. This whole thing with Escobar… is… draining. I’d rather you didn’t witness any of the fallout. As ridiculous as it sounds, you’re safer in Cali.”

She thought in her head, ‘Yeah. Especially when I’m dating a Gentleman.’

They fell asleep and the next morning, she slipped out. Getting dressed in what she wore yesterday, before heading out to the airport. She met with the lawyer, an older man who was a bit on thicker side. He gave her a bag of clothes to change into, before they hopped into one of the cartels personal planes.

She made her way toward the bathroom, relieved to see there was a small shower. She cleaned herself off before looking into the bag that she was handed. As she changed, she noted that Pacho was probably the one who picked out the outfit. It was a black button-down silk shirt, with black pencil skirt that went past her knees, with a matching pair of black pumps.

She walked out feeling fresh as their flight made its course. The trip took 5hrs and soon they had landed. She grimaced with disdain at the humidity and the heat. They got into a car and made their way to Willow’s Creek, Georgia.

She made some calls on her way there and as they parked outside the courthouse, after driving into town, she let her lawyer walk in first to finish up her calls.

Minutes later, she was walking, and stopped just next to the conference room where she could Jacobson complaining that he was being scammed and what an outrage this was.

“Indeed, Whit… what an outrage?” She mocked stepping inside.

She momentarily froze when she saw her sisters, whose faces all lit up as they took her in.

“This,” She set her copy of the will down before them. “Was what he sent me. And just glancing at the original, you see that I was given forged document.”

Darla, was the first to move, taking the will into her hands and looking at with growing outrage.

“What the hell is this Whit?” Came her voice, deeper than she remembered, but with a hint of sultry.

“Whit… here. You what? Thought I was an idiot? That I would sign this blindly? Hmm?” She questioned, turning her attention to him, as he nervously stuttered.

“It’s a shame… especially when,” She pulled out her badge presenting it to him. “I’m a federal agent. It’s a bigger shame that… I had to cash in a couple of favors with the White-Collar division. Because if you were willing to screw me over…. How many other families did you do this to?”

Behind her, in the office, several agents had begun to enter and were seizing everything.

“I would nev-” Whit began to deny.

“Uh huh. It’s interesting that a man who barely makes 30k a year is able to afford a Porsche and the house you own… Are you really going to keep denying this?” Blix smiled victoriously.

An agent came in serving a warrant, arresting him. She waved goodbye as he passed her.

“Is this the original?” She asked turning around to face her sisters who looked at her in shock.

Lily nodded her head. Blix grabbed her pen from her bag and quickly signed the will with a sigh.

When it was done, she looked at Starkman and requested, “You’ll get me a copy of this, yeah?”

He nodded his with a smug smile, “There are some assets that do need to be discussed. Ladies?”

Blix reluctantly sat down across from them, and said, “Shoot.”

Lily spoke first, “Well. Um. We all discussed that the ranch and everything should go to you. You loved it the most, it’s only right it goes to you.”

Lily slid a small envelope that had a set of keys inside.

Blix smiled smally, taking them.

“The house. Um. None of us want it and I doubt that you do either,” Darla took over pausing to see Blix shake her head ‘no.’ “So, we are dividing everything among us, and selling off/throwing away furniture we don’t want. The grand piano is yours.”

“Along with all the books in the library,” Chimed in Hope, her voice bright and cheery.

“The last sort of major items are the cars. The Morgan, the Convertible, and the Mustang,” Lily ended.

Blix thought for a moment before stating, “Well. Darla should get the Morgan. It was always your favorite. Plus, you were the only who learned how to drive stick.”

They all chuckled a little at that.

“Then… the ‘stang and convertible should go to either of you. I don’t need a car, have plenty,” She said looking at Lily and Hope.

They both nodded, Darla then stated, “That’s all of the major items, like we said, we’re just going to divide everything evenly. We did, however, find one thing, that you should have now.”

Lily giggled as she pulled out a small pink bomber jacket, that had the words “Pink Lady” on it.

“Good lord where did you find that?” Blix asked mildly horrified as she took it.

“One of the boxes in the attic, we all found ours, so we hoped that you would come and get yours. Maybe give it to any little ones you wind up having?” Hope explained somewhat shyly.

Blix smiled at it and whispered a soft ‘thank you,’ before folding it gently and putting it in her bag.

“If that’s everything, I need to be going soon. Work waits for no one,” Blix noted standing up.

“Uhh. Just… one last thing… you… you wouldn’t happen to know what happened to mom’s little black book, do you? People… keep trying to claim that she owed them stuff from years ago,” Lily asked worriedly.

Blix paused at the door, sighing. She turned to them and said, “I have it. I’ll fax over a copy I made for you guys.”

She then grabbed a scrap piece of paper from her bag and put down her numbers on it.

“You can uh… call me on either of the first 2 numbers. The third is my fax. I’ll be sure to get that info to you guys, asap,” She said, pushing the paper to them, and walking out.

Her hands shook as she threw on her sunglasses, just before she made it to the door. She wasn’t sure how to react with everything. She stepped outside and made it halfway down the stairs when she saw a peculiar sight.

“Pacho,” She said, drinking in his form as he leaned against a motorcycle, looking every bit the bad boy persona.

She strolled over to him, wrapping her arms around his waist, under his leather jacket.

“What are you doing here honey?” She asked with a smile.

“Checking up on my girl. How are you?” He wondered looking her over.

“Better now that you’re here,” She replied sweetly, giving him a kiss.

He kissed back and told her, “I came to steal you away for a few days. I have some business down in Florida I need to take care of. I figured you and I could have some much needed alone time.”

She smiled at that and started to answer when she heard someone clear their throat. She turned around and spotted her sisters standing, looking at the two of them curiously.

“Pacho. These are my sisters. Lily, Hope, and Darla. Guys, this is Pacho, my boyfriend,” She introduced quickly.

Pacho smiled charmingly and said hello to them with a small wave.

Lily was the first to react, throwing her hands around Blix, pulling her into a tight hug.

Blix was not expecting, giving a small “Oof!”

Hope and Darla joined in and were hugging her as well.

Pacho smiled as he noted that Blix was trying and failing to not cry. Staring at her sisters, he noted their caramel blonde hairs, and blue-green eyes. Seeing them together, he realized, if Blix had been blonde, it would’ve been difficult to distinguish who was who.

They said their goodbyes and promised to call each other.

Blix wiped her eyes, returning to Pacho’s embrace.

“So. How exactly do you expect me to ride comfortably on this thing in this skirt?” She asked with a laugh.

“The skirt shortens,” He tells her with a smirk.

She looked down at it and spotted that just above the knee was flap that perfectly covered the zipper. She unzips it without care, stepping out of it, and tossing the fabric into her bag.

It was still a bit tight but gave her legs more mobility. She moved to straddle the bike but stopped.

“Can we… make one quick pitstop before we go to the airport?” She pleaded.

He nodded his head, and she directed them to a place that was about half a mile away from town.

As he pulled up, she took in the crumbling barn in the distance, and the house that had seen better days.

“This is your grandparents place, yes?” He confirmed as they stopped.

She nodded her head, “My sisters gave it to me.”

Blix walked toward the house, hesitantly. She looked all around, remembering how beautiful it once was. It saddened her to see it in the state it was in.

She pulled out the key, and gently opened the door, brushing away cobwebs that had formed near the entrance.

The inside of it still looked the way it did when she was child, just dusty. There was only one thing she wanted from inside. A photo. It sat on the mantle, just above the fireplace. She brushed off the layer of dust that had built onto it, revealing her as a child, with a large black stallion.

She picked it up, brushing it off as best as she could, as she made her way back outside. She locked the door behind her, and then gazed fondly at the frame in her hands.

She moved back to Pacho, and shyly showed him the photo. He smiled as he stared at it.

“Aww. Look at you. So cute. Was this your horse?” He asked teasing lightly.

“Yeah. His name was Zeus. I was the only he would let ride him. He was very... peculiar. I found out later on, that they rescued him when he was a foal, and he had been starved. I’m pretty sure he uh. He knew. Kindred spirits and all,” She explained softly.

“What happened to him?” Pacho inquired curiously.

“He was sold. He uhh. Went to a farm where he became a racehorse and had many babies. He died about 5 years ago? I think? He was 20,” She stated as she gently placed the frame into her bag.

Pacho stared at her and mentioned, “You looked very happy in that photo. Now I see why my ranch made brought you such joy.”

She simply gave him a kiss and got back onto the bike with him. They rode away, Blix feeling lighter and more relaxed than she’s felt in a long time.

They drove to the airport, hopped onto a plane, greeting Navegante. It wasn’t long before they landed in Florida and made their way to a small, nondescript motel.

The plans discussed were about getting rid of the Lion and taking over Escobar’s market here in Florida. It took about 3 days to get the assets under Cali’s control, and watching Pacho work his charm was a sight to behold. In their free time, he wooed her, taking her to museums and parks. At night they spent tangled up each other, whispering sweet nothings to one another.

When the work was done, and they packed up their stuff, they had but one last thing to do. They invited Lion to their motel, where Navegante make quick work of him. Blix didn’t bother asking what he did with the body; some things are better left unknown.

That day they returned to Cali, and it was as she walked inside Pacho’s home, she realized, that this was becoming more of a home to her than her own place. Especially when she walked in to see Gilberto and Miguel standing there, waiting to welcome the both of them home.

Gilberto gave her a huge hug that she wasn’t expecting but accepted it. Her attention was directed to the side where a large pile of boxes laid and behind all of it, sat a grand piano. It was mahogany wood, in a Victorian style.

She wandered over it, gently lifting the cover over the keys. She looked at it and played a few notes. She noticed quickly that the keys needed to be tuned, as the tones were offkey as they played.

She ran her hand softly over the wood, noting the smalls scuffs that she knew needed to be worked out.

“Wouldn’t happen to know anyone who can tune a piano do you?” She asked them over her shoulder.

“No, but we could find one pretty easy,” Miguel offered with a chuckle.

“These got here fast? Is Starkman trying to impress me or something?” Blix questioned staring at all of the boxes.

“Possibly. You are the Lady of Cali after all,” Gilberto said grandly, with a laugh.

She turned to look at him in surprise, “The Lady of Cali? When did I earn that title?”

“It’s what the other cartels referred to you as, after the party. Kind of stuck with everyone here,” Miguel explained, with half a shrug.

“You made quite the impression on everyone. You are well liked,” Gilberto said proudly.

She smiled looking at the boxes. Most were notated as books and then one was marked “Blix’s Room.” She reached over into Pacho’s pocket, grabbing the pocketknife she knew he carried, to open it.

She held the knife, trying to control the shakiness she felt as she cut open the tape. A moment later, she set the knife down, and pulled the flaps open. Inside she could see several trophies, and a couple of small knickknacks. But the thing that caught her eye the most was the large, dark brown teddy bear.

She bit her lip as she reached in and pulled him out. She stared at him for a minute, memories flickering through her mind. When she first got him, the comfort he brought, leaving him behind when she ran away.

She slowly set him back inside, shaking her head.

“Umm. I’m not quite sure what to do with all of this?” She wondered turning her gaze to Pacho.

“We’ll figure it out. C’mon. Let’s go eat,” He suggested, holding his hand out to her.

She takes it, holding onto it tightly as they made their way to the table to eat.

Elsewhere, in La Catedral, Escobar was concocting a plan. Blackie had come to him with some interesting developments.

He wanted to get back at the Cali Cartel, but he had to get rid of their little federal agent. Not permanently but distracted. Away from them for a time.

He made a call to Valeria and slid the information to her.

“Sorry, Miss Lage, but this is too good to pass up,” He murmured to himself looking down at the file.

Back with Blix, she was listening to Gilberto tell a story about Pacho from when he first began, trying not to laugh at it.

Halfway through the story, Diego came in, and he looked distraught.

“Diego? What’s up?” She asked him concerned.

Diego didn’t speak, just turned on the TV that was setting in the dining room. He switched it to the channel where Valeria Vasquez was reporting.

“And in other news, I have just received info from an anonymous source. Scandalous information about a US Senator,” Valeria teased, her eyes bright.

Blix froze, sitting up straight.

“US Senator Alexander Danvers had quite the illustrious affair about 30 years ago. Now, you are probably wondering… Valeria? What does that have to do with us? Well. That affair led to a bastard child. Federal Agent Blix Lage of the FBI…. Whose stationed here in Colombia,” Valeria reported.

Blix stood up suddenly, pacing back and forth.  

“I’m going to kill him. That bastard. That fucking bastard. To hell with the DEA, to hell with extradition. I’m going to murder him. Him and that bitch,” She muttered angrily, as she paced.

“Honey? Kill who?” Pacho asked, stepping into her path, trying to get her to focus and calm down.

“Escobar! OBVIOUSLY! ‘An ANONYMOUS source?’ When EVERYONE knows she’s whore herself out to that man for any information to BOOST her career!” She exclaimed, furious.

“Can this week get ANY worse?” She murmured defeated, resting her head against his chest.

She heard her phone ring and she groaned loudly as she looked at the ID.

“Yes, Ambassador?” She greeted her voice strained.

“Get to Bogota. We apparently have a guest on their way here. This story has been running for the past hour and has made its way to US media. This is a scandal we did not need Miss Lage,” Crosby informed her.

“Yes sir. Right away,” She answered robotically hanging up.

“I have to go to Bogota. Again. Apparently… guests are making their way to the Embassy. Joy,” She relayed grimacing.

“Wait. Rewind a bit… Your father is a senator?” Miguel questioned confused.

“Unfortunately. Moved his way from small town mayor, to governor of Georgia, to US Senator. My half-brother is currently running for governor himself,” She explained dully.

Gilberto and Miguel looked at her surprised.

“Don’t get excited. That man hasn’t acknowledged my existence once. Doubt my dear lil brother even knows I exist,” She stated, cutting off any ideas that may be forming.

“When I come back from this train wreck encounter, we are going to sleep… for 5 weeks,” She said to Pacho, exhausted.

He pulls her to him, pressing kisses to her face, whispering, “Sounds like a plan.”

She went upstairs, packing a bag for a few nights, planning to stay at a hotel. She angrily threw in some clothes, slowly stopping. She closed her eyes, wishing that this was just some terrible nightmare. She collapsed to her knees, the stress of the past week hitting her hard.

She found herself crying into her hands, as silently as she could. She knew one day her past would catch up to her. She just didn’t think it would happen all at once. She was tired. She was tired of pretending she was okay. So, in the silence of her room, she cried.

Pacho made his way upstairs to check on her and stopped when he heard her sobs. He let her cry for a moment before he walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her. He gently lifted her into his arms, carrying her to the bed to lay her upon it. Once she was on the bed, he curled up next to her, softly wiping away the tears that had formed.

“Do you want me to go with you?” He asked in a whisper.

She shook her head, “No. The media will probably be all over me for a day or so. Don’t want the world to find out I’m also dating a cartel member.”

He nodded once, before assuring her, “I’m here if you need me. I’ll hop on a plane to you. Just say the word. If not, I’ll be here waiting for you to return to me.”

She smiled, sniffling as she tried wiping her face off to clear more tears.

“Regretting being with someone who has so much baggage yet?” She asked in a self-deprecating tone.

“No. Quite the opposite really. I’m quite in love with my Lady of Cali,” He confessed looking her in the eyes.

She felt her breath catch at that admission, and she could feel her heart swell with emotion.

“Pacho… I only just stopped crying and now you’re going to make me cry some more?” She inquired feeling tears in her eyes again.

“Are they happy tears?” He lightly questioned.

“Yes. They are. Especially when… I’m pretty sure I’m falling for you too,” She admitted kissing him.

“Good to know. Now, get to Bogota. Deal with your shit father. Come home to me and I’ll make sure you won’t be leaving my bed for hours if not days,” He promised her.

She nodded her head agreeing, before sitting up and walking into the bathroom to clean herself up real quick. Once she was done with that, she finished packing and was off to Bogota. The brothers had paid for a hotel room for her, telling her to get whatever she wants.

So, when she checked she ordered a small sandwich and fries. It was late by the time she got in, and the ambassador called her again to tell her to be at the embassy at 8am sharp and that even the president of Colombia would be joining them.

She ate quietly, before falling into a fitful sleep. When she woke up the next day, she was not prepared to face whatever hell that was waiting for her.

She showered, got dressed, and 15 mins before 8am she was at the steps of the embassy. There were reporters and photographers everywhere. She sighed and stepped out, pushing past the crowd that was shouting questions at her.

“What’s it like to be the bastard child of a US Senator?” She hears Valeria ask her just as she was about to reach the top.

She stopped, annoyance racing through her entire being.

She turned sharply around to her, and threw back, “Valeria. What’s it like being such a mediocre reporter that you lie about your ‘anonymous sources’ when we all know who you get your info from?”

Her face fell and was filled with rage as several other reporters laughed then coughed.

“Tell Mr. Escobar I say hello,” She spat out, turning away from her and walking inside.

She made her way up to conference room, ignoring the stares and whispers that erupted all around her. She stepped inside, ignoring the 3 people who were sitting down. She greeted the president and the ambassador first. She slowly turned to look at the older gentleman that sat in the middle.

His hair was once a dark brunette that now has streaks of grey, his eyes were bright green. The woman besides him, was blonde and demure looking. The last man, as she turned her gaze to take him, was her age… and honestly, they looked like they could be twins.

“Hello senator,” She greeted somewhat dully.

She took her seat and waited for the ambassador to speak.

The ambassador informed her that they are unaware of what exactly the evidence was that tied her to the senator. As he spoke, senator Danvers cut in claiming this was all a lie, a scam. That he had no idea who I was.

His denials infuriated her.

She stood up suddenly and stared him in the eyes.

“Listen. I didn’t want this. I don’t care about you. But don’t you dare lie. You had an affair. You had me, then your son. You abandoned me without a second thought. Don’t you dare say that you have no idea who I am, when we,” she pointed to the younger man, “look like twins.”

He stopped and stared at her stunned.

“I lived with this knowledge since I was 10. Just ask your wife. She knew. She knew the whole time,” She informed glancing over at her. “In fact, she was the one who told me all about it.”

“Martha, what is she talking about?” He quietly asked her.

“Yes Martha. Tell him. Tell him how you hired me to help you work on your garden and how you told a 10-year-old that she was not only a bastard, but unwanted by both of her parents,” Blix stated bitterly.

Martha looked away, not wanting to meet anyone’s eyes.

“Listen. I don’t want to start a fight or interrupt your life. I was quite content in you not being in my life. I get it. My mother… she was a leech. I understand why you left her… but you left me too. And my mother made sure… to let me know that I was not wanted,” She admitted, motioning to the scars on her face.

“I have spent the past 30 years without you. I can live the next 30 or so without you. Go back home. I don’t want you in my life,” She concluded firmly.

She stepped out of the conference room and made her way downstairs to the DEA department. She spotted Steve but no Javier, so she stole his seat.

She collapsed and sat rather lazily in the chair, slumped.

“Rough day?” Steve asked taking in her posture.

“Rough week. My psychotic mother passed, had to reconnect with my sisters, dealt with some bullshit over the will which led to an arrest for white collar, someone figured out who my father is, and he and his family are upstairs trying to deny everything,” She summarized.

“Can I hide here for a time?” She asked glancing over at him.

“Sure, if you help go through these transcripts,” Steve bargained holding a stack of papers.

“Deal,” She replied taking the stack.

She sat with him for an hour, going through transcripts and helping him find any leads.

Javier eventually appeared, raising an eyebrow at her in his chair. He pulled up another chair next to her, taking half of her remaining stack. She smiled at him, as he teasingly nudged her with his elbow. They quietly worked until Theo appeared.

“Hey boss, sorry to interrupt. Um. There’s someone asking for you upstairs?” Theo tells her.

She nodded her head, finishing the sentence she was on before standing up. She ruffled Javier’s hair with her hand and reached over to do the same to Steve.

“Bye guys. Good luck,” She said, following Theo.

Theo glanced at her a few times, when they stepped into the elevator.

“Please don’t ask,” She quietly pleaded.

“Ask what?” Theo asked acting confused.

She smiled appreciatively at him. When they got up to their floor, she paused when she sees her half-brother standing by their offices.

She made her way to him cautiously.

When she was finally before him, she greeted, “Hi.”

“Hey,” Came his voice, slightly raspy. “Can… can we talk?”

She nodded and led him to her office. “I’m sorry it’s kind of small.”

Her office barely had room for the 2 chairs and desk. He waved it off.

“So. I… I gotta say… I don’t know how to start this. Um. But I guess. The beginning is best? I’m Ajax. 30. Sagittarius. Hoping to be Governor when I grow up. And would love to get to know my older sister, if she’d let me?” He introduced, rubbing the back of his neck.

Blix smiled awkwardly, and followed suit, “Blix. 30. Scorpio. FBI agent, lead investigator of the art crimes division here in Colombia. And…I would love to know about my little brother too.”

She laughed when she realized after a moment, she was doing the same neck rub he did.

“We… have the same fidget behaviors,” She muttered.

“I hear you’re a fighter and a damn good one,” Ajax complimented.

“I hear you have a really good shot at being Governor. If I was in Georgia, I may have to vote for you,” She said to him.

“Listen. My mom…I’m sorry she made you feel that way when you were younger. My… Our dad will come around eventually. He just… was shocked to say the least,” Ajax apologized.

“Mh.” She was doubtful but didn’t say much to disagree.

They talked a few more minutes and exchanged numbers to keep in contact.

She had to have few more talks with the ambassador and president for the next three days to assure that this was not going to affect her job. Once she was finally free, she made her way back to Cali on a late flight.

When she landed, she was greeted by Diego who was waiting for her.

“Honestly, I’ve never been happier to see you. Would it be weird if I hugged you?” Blix politely asked as she stood in front of him.

Diego smirked and held his arms open to her. She hugged him, feeling relieved. They get into the car and started to drive. About halfway there she noticed something was off.

“Why are you being so quiet? What happened?” Blix questioned looking at him concerned.

“He didn’t want me to tell you… but you should know. There was an attempt against Pacho… Yesterday. Escobar’s men tried to kill him while he was playing soccer,” Diego explained not looking at her.

“But he’s okay, right?” She was worried.

“Yes. Shaken up. But fine,” He assured her.

She let that information sink in. She knew it was only a matter of time before an incident like this happened. She wasn’t quite sure what her reaction was going to be when she sees Pacho. She did know that Escobar had no idea who he was dealing with.

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Whoops! Wrong Way 4/8

Summary: Peter has been living at Avengers Tower for 2 years, known to the workers and Avengers as Peter Parker-Stark-Rogers.  When his teacher announces that they're going on a field trip to Avengers Tower, or SI,  he's going to have to attempt to survive a day of embarrassment and keeping a secret identity.

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The door slides open to reveal a labyrinth of interns and tables of work behind a large glass panel and doorway. The class spreads out along the glass to catch a glimpse of what's happening in the labs. Behind them, Mars is casually explaining things that go on in the lab and probably hoping someone will ask him what he does in the lab or about his project. Ned watches from beside him enthusiastically. Usually he just stays up with Peter in the higher-up labs or even Peter, Tony, and Bruce's personal labs so this is a new experience for him.

Peter peers through and notices two of the interns he knows more than some of the others, Alex and Emily, looking over a computer stressed and confused. The two of them look over and notice the group of kids at the glass door and then, more importantly, notice Peter. Emily perks up and grins, motioning for him to come over to them. He shakes his head and mouths the words "field trip" to them. She visibly groans and then argues with Alex for a second before Alex trudges over to the door and opens it to talk to the group. "Hey guys, my name is Alex. I work here in the intern labs with my friend Emily over there. She's annoying, but I'm glad you guys could come check this out. I also was wondering, Mars and Peter's teacher, if it's okay if Peter and Ned come and help me and Emily for a second. We've been stuck on this code for a few hours and we just can't seem to figure it out. Ned's a genius, so is Peter and he often comes and helps in the intern labs so it's completely normal."

Mars shrugs and looks to Mr. Harrington who stutters for a second before nodding an okay to Peter and Ned. They grin and follow into the labs over to Emily. She grins and high-fives Alex before explaining the problem to the two and stepping back for them to have a look at it.

From behind the glass, the tour group can see Peter and Ned discussing something before Ned points to something in the code, causing Peter to nod understandingly and start talking about something else. Finally, they make a few changes to the code and turn to explain it to Emily and Alex who nod along and offer their thanks. Alex verbally and Emily physically who basically attacks the two with hugs of gratitude before shooing them back to the tour group and waving.

The door opens again as Peter and Ned walk in causing the noise from inside the lab to become audible once more before the door closes and they are returned to normal silence from the sound-canceling glass. Peter smiles awkwardly at the crowd and Ned just returns to staring out at the interns. The group stays silent for a few moments before erupting with questions for Peter and Ned. Most of them are how they were able to do that, what the fix was, how they know the interns, and what they told them. Peter hastily tries to explain what had happened before Flash interrupts him, "shut it Parker. We all know you just paid them to make yourself look like you work here. Same thing how you paid the security downstairs to give you and your nerd friends cool badges to look cool in front of us."

He was smart enough to not thoroughly insult Peter in front of Mars, but still was dim-witted enough to insult him at all. Mars glared at Flash and looked like he was about to say something but Peter gave him a glare and shook his head, giving him a pleading look to not mention it. He glanced quickly back at Mr. Harrington, who was doing nothing to interfere, and back to Peter before mouthing "we'll talk later." and continuing with his tour talk. "Alright guys, not much to see here because it's super crowded and hectic. However, later we'll go up to the higher up intern labs where you can go in and talk with the interns, and there's a chance of Bruce Banner showing up. However, don't get your hopes up because he rarely makes an appearance there. Next up, we have lunch! There's an amazing cafeteria here and you guys are going to love it so, back to the elevator we go!" he announces.

Peter almost laughs at the chance of Bruce not showing up. If Tony puts him up to it with some blackmail, Bruce will definitely be there. Although, Bruce is sure not to embarrass him too much. More like try to convince his classmates that he actually worked there which might work to Peter's favor. However, Peter still wasn't sure who else was planning on making an appearance during the field trip and they were still barely half way through. With barely any appearances so far, he was definitely in for a roller coaster of embarrassment within the next few hours.

On the ride up Mars explains how the cafeteria is set up in a circle. Different restaurants and good stalls line the outside and there are seats and tables in the inner parts of the circle. He also tells them that they have 30 minutes for lunch and that their passes will allow them to get any type and amount of food they want. This excites the entire class as the elevator opens to reveal the cast amount of options for good. Most of the students wander sound a bit first before making a decision. Peter, on the other hand, marches MJ, Ned, and himself straight over to Delmar's for "the best sandwiches in the world".

They sit down at a table away from the elevator and begin enjoying their food. Shortly after, they hear the elevator ding and FRIDAY announce to the people on the elevator that they've arrived at the cafeteria. Peter hears a familiar voice thanking FRIDAY. He immediately turns around to make sure it's actually who he thinks it is... Wade Wilson.

They make eye contact and Wade immediately grins and runs over to Peter shouting "BabyBoy!" Ned and MJ laugh as Wade picks up his boyfriend and swings him around in a circle before placing him down and continuing to hug him. "Hey Petey, I missed you!"

"Babe, you literally just saw me the other day."

"Yeah but it feels like it's been forever!"

Peter pulls away from their hug only to realize that everyone is now staring at them, he begins blushing profusely and buries his head in Wade's shoulder. He jumps up and wraps his legs around Wade's waist, allowing for his boyfriend to sit down as if having Peter wrapped around his body is a completely normal thing. "So, Ned. MJ. How's it going?" Wade asks.

MJ smiles at their encounter, "lovely. Good to see you again Wade."

"Ned, still a bit starstruck from the fact that he's just met the Deadpool, manages to stutter out a hello before returning to eating his food. Flash finally decides to question what's happening but in a more... not-so-nice Flash way, "No wonder they're dating. Of course Peter would only be able to get a scarred and deformed boyfriend. But... who the fuck are you?"

Frick. He shouldn't have said that. Flash you idiot. Can you just keep your mouth closed for once? Peter wonders.

Wade stands up immediately, turning to face Flash who now looks like he is starting to regret what he said. Wade gently tries to pull Peter off of him so he can fight the idiot who dared to insult him and his boyfriend. Instead, Peter desperately clings to Wade, knowing that he won't be able to unalive Flash if he stays there. "Wade, please don't kill him. That's illegal and Tony will get mad after having to deal with the press again."

"Who cares if he gets mad, the idiot just insulted you. I can't not do anything."

"Please, for me?"

"Can't I unalive him a little bit?"

"No." Peter states firmly.

Wade sighs before returning to glaring at Flash. He pulls out a dagger out of thin air and holds it to Flash's neck with one hand while supporting Peter with his other. "If you ever mess with him again, I will murder your entire family in front of you and then you. After I'll make the author write a gruesome, detailed chapter about it. Alright?"

Flash quickly nods, careful not to let the dagger touch his skin. When Wade puts it away, he runs back to his table of goons, shaking. Peter sighs and finally gets down, sitting next to his friends at the table. Wade sits down next to him after placing a kiss on the top of Peter's forehead. Peter blushes again, causing MJ to grin at the both of them. She had secretly been recording the entire thing and sent it to Shuri. Both girls shipped SpideyPool way before it was made a thing and they sent each other pictures of the couple being cute any time they could. Shuri quickly texts back "aww... they're so cute. 10 bucks Wade kills him ltr."

The room becomes silent again when a familiar voice calls out, "was that PDA I saw?"

[thelastdragneel6417]

𝗗𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗧𝘂𝗯𝗲 𝗝𝗔𝗚𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀 part 1

(Ok sooo here’s my first time trying to write something original and good god am I nervous soo I hope you all enjoy)

The sun has now just rose above beacon academy signaling the start of a new day, while many would view this day to train or study to improve themselves as huntsmen and huntresses. For the (SUPER AWESOME AMAZING AND SERIOUS) team called team RWBY their is only one word that they would call this day

...

...

𝗕𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚

*At Team RWBY’s dorm room*

Yang: *laying on her bed looking throw her scroll before tossing it next to her* uggg I’m booored.

Weiss: * gruntingas she stops working on next weeks homework* normally I would scold you on your bluntness I agree it is quite boring today.

Blake: * siting on her bed reading her por - u mm I mean Um her “high class literature” yeah I agree but what do you ya think we should do?

Yang: *in a thinking pose* ummm how about we got the club?

Blake: *shaking her head* seriously is that all you can think of?

Yang: *in a hurt tone* HEY!!!

Weiss: besides we can’t the bullhead terminals are shut down for repairs after YOU AND NORA ALMOST DESTROYED IT BECAUSE OF YOUR IDIOTIC FIGHT *glaring at Yang*

Yang: *waving her hand defensively* hey in my defense Nora started it server her right for saying that pancakes are better that wallfls and besides I won it in the end.

Blake: no you didn’t Nora clobbered you into the ground.

Yang: *angry* hey whose side are you on anyway!?!?

Blake: *rolling her eyes* anyway how about we head to the library?

Weiss: that’s an excellent idea Blake. I think some time in the library would do us all some good.

Yang: ugggg no not the library I though we decided to kill our boredom not to kill me!!!

Weiss: you can stand to improve your book smart you barbaric bimbo *glareing at Yang knowing fill well that she probably a single second in the library during the new semester*

Yang: hey I’ll have you know that physical strength and training are more valuable than reading a few book right sis?

*silence*

Yang: *confused* umm sis???

*yang and the girls all turn to look at Ruby’s bunk to see that she’s laying on her stomach kicking her feet in the air in a childish manner headphones on her head humming along to a song not paying attention to the argument going on*

Yang: Ruby? *no answer* hey Ruby?? *still no answer frustrated Yang walks over to Ruby lifts one side of her headphones and screams in her ear* RUBY!?!?!

Ruby: *leaps I. The air in shock before landing on her butt in shock* owww *rubbing her butt to suve the pain before glaring at Yang* why would you do that?

Yang: sorry sis but I could get your attention what were you doing anyway?

Weiss: yes I would like to know too? *internaly* probably reading on of her childish comic books uggg what a dolt?

Ruby: ohh I was just listening to JAGames *ploping herself off the ground before jumping back on top of her bunk*

Weiss: *confused having never heard of what that dolt they called a leader was talking about* JA who???

Ruby: *gasping in shock before using her semblance to bolt over to Weiss getting right up to her face* YOU’VE NEVER HEARD OF JAGAMES!?!?

Blake: *anoyingly picking rose petals out of her hair and book* let’s assume we haven’t who are you talking about?

Ruby: *wipping her head around to Blake before screeching* HE’S ONLY THE GREATEST DUSTTUBE SINGER OF ALL TIME!!!!

Weiss: DustTube??? You mean that stupid website where people post those idiotic videos of themselves???

Blake: I wouldn’t say that DustTube it that bad you can make some serious money if you’re committed to it.

Yang: yeah but a DustTube singer is not a good thing to hear cause most of them are absolutely horrible *cringing as she remembers that Oum awful rap named “It’s Just Today Mate” by Ten Team*

Ruby *scoffs like she’s offended* ugh JAGames is nothing like them he’s a thousand times better than them his singing, his rhythm, and his music makes it look like all those other wanna bees are just babies playing with a baby piano.

Blake: huh seems like you know this guy a lot?

Ruby: of course I do I’m his number one fan after all I’ve listened to all of his music and bought all of his merch and all his albums JAGames’ music have gotten me through some tough times so I will always love him even though he has never shown his face.

Yang: huh soo that’s where all that stuff came from I’ve always wondered about that also *grinning* aren’t you already dating a certain noodle boy right now for shame Ruby how could you break jaunes heart by having an affair?

Weiss: I still don’t know what you see in that dolt *rolling her eyes back not truly understanding why ruby would want to date that idiot but nether the less grateful that he has stop relentlessly trying to ask her out*

Ruby: *beet red embarrassed* Yannng stop that it’s not like that all *blushing* even though I really like him and his music I will always love my sweet knight more.

Ruby: anyway I’ve got an idea since I’ve talked about JAGames this long *an ear to ear smile creeps up on her lips before shouting* WOULD YOU LIKE TO LISTEN TO SOME OF HIS MUSIC WITH ME!?!?

Weiss: *appoled* are you crazy!?!? No why would we ever want to listen to your stupid music!?!?

Yang: I’m in sounds like fun

Weiss: *shocked* WHAT WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO DO THAT?

Yang: it sounds fun anything to beat this boredom and besides I’ve been trying to find some new music for a while now.

Weiss: fine then be that way but know that Blake and I won’t be bothered to listen to your childish music.

Blake: actually I’ll join in too.

Weiss: *absolutly shocked* WHYYYYYYYYY!?!?!?!

Blake: same as Yang seems like fun also I’ve just finished reading my book so I e got nothing else better to do.

Yang: see even kitty cat wants to watch with us *blake glares at Yang for saying that* so whatcha say I’ve queen care to join us?

Ruby: *giving Weiss the worlds most dangerous weapon known to man the dreaded puppy dog eyes* plweeessszzzzzzzzzz?????

Weiss: *unable to resist the deadly powers of the puppy dog eyes* I— umm I ohhh alright I’ll listen to your stupid music what kind of music does he make anyway?

Ruby: *jumping up and down excited* yay thank you bestie ohh he mostly makes rock -metal songs some time a little bit of pop and always follows a certain theme.

Weiss: *annoyed by knowing that she’s going to be listening to that barbaric type of music* and that I is???

Ruby: *embarrassed* umm video games?

Weiss: WHAT THOSE STUPID IDIOTIC CHILDISH GAMES THAT ARE A WASTE OF TIME WHY DID I EVER AGREE TO THIS *exclaimed loudly but secretly at the same happy because deep down she is a HUGE gamer a secret that she will take to the grave* AND YOU *pointing to Blake* ARE OK WITH IT!?!?!

Blake: why not? I don’t have a problem with video games sometimes they can tell a story better that a book.

Yang: welp too late to turn back know soo sis what song are we listening to today?

Ruby: *excitedly grabs her scroll unplugs her headphones and sets her scroll near her freinds* how about his newest one it’s a remake of one of my favorites I’m sure y’all will love it!!!

https://youtu.be/wNI0VCRmQ0c

(Here’s the song if you want to sing along)

🎶following total atomic anihilation🎶

🎶the rebuilding our this great nation our ours my fall to you🎶

🎶that’s why we at vault-tech have prepared these educational materials🎶

🎶for you to better understand the seven defining attributes that make you🎶

🎶special🎶

🎶the future fotells a tale of when the world goes🎶

🎶BOOM🎶

🎶BOOM🎶 (when the world goes BOOM BOOM)🎶

🎶nobody prepared🎶

🎶don’t think anybody cared about the🎶

🎶SOLE TRUTH (nobody cared about the SOLE TRUTH)🎶

🎶oh the bombs🎶

🎶they rose🎶

🎶 now everybody knows the🎶

🎶DOOMS DAY DEVICE(DOOMS DAY DEVICE)🎶

🎶claustrophobia🎶

🎶autotrophic🎶

🎶catostrophic hell🎶

🎶will be soo🎶

🎶and be up in the sky🎶

🎶even when the world feels🎶

🎶lonely and cold inside🎶

🎶even when the heart feels🎶

🎶BLISTERED FORM THE SCENES🎶

🎶for they will fall🎶

🎶For they will rise🎶

🎶for they would tear apart the view 🎶

🎶from your very eyes🎶

🎶take your hindsight and Change the world🎶

🎶FOR A NEW BEGINNING🎶

🎶for its now your chance🎶

🎶to use your hands🎶

🎶descend through the cracked in the dirt🎶

🎶WHERE YOU STAND🎶

🎶take on the vast open🎶

🎶MASQUERADE🎶

🎶THIS IS ATOMIC RENEGADE🎶

🎶following total atomic anihilation🎶

🎶the rebuilding our this great nation our ours my fall to you🎶

🎶that’s why we at vault-tech have prepared these educational materials🎶

🎶for you to better understand the seven defining attributes that make you🎶

🎶resources are scarce prepare yourself for homicidal🎶

🎶RAMPAGE (HOMICIDAL RAMPAGE)🎶

🎶 claim you’re rightful place🎶

🎶mark the writing on your face turn a🎶

🎶NEW PAGE (WRITING ON YPUR FACE TURN A NEW AGE)🎶

🎶well the bomb🎶

🎶they took🎶

🎶your land and now you’re🎶

🎶LEFT ALL ALONE (LEFT ALL ALONE)🎶

🎶Thers masses of🎶

🎶rebellious🎶

🎶proposterous, demonical🎶

🎶CARNAGE READY FOR YOUR BONES🎶

🎶use your senses and you’ll🎶

🎶PROVE YOU’RE WHOLE AGAIN🎶

🎶you’re the hero of this🎶

🎶LAND DEMISED WITH PAIN🎶

🎶for they will fall🎶

🎶For they will rise🎶

🎶for they would tear apart the view 🎶

🎶from your very eyes🎶

🎶take your hindsight and Change the world🎶

🎶FOR A NEW BEGINNING🎶

🎶for its now your chance🎶

🎶to use your hands🎶

🎶descend through the cracked in the dirt🎶

🎶WHERE YOU STAND🎶

🎶take on the vast open🎶

🎶MASQUERADE🎶

🎶THIS IS ATOMIC RENEGADE🎶

🎶now let’s begin with some simple instructions on what makes you a

SPECIAL 🎶

🎶strength🎶

🎶build your ability’s to carry more🎶

🎶persecution🎶

🎶will keep your aim right where you want it to be🎶

🎶endurance🎶

🎶bronze will tackle foes but how long for?🎶

🎶charisma🎶

🎶socialize enemies are closer than you think🎶

🎶intelligence🎶

🎶outsmart your foes with gadgets capable of removing harm🎶

🎶agilety 🎶

🎶build your reflexes to defend from approaching scum🎶

🎶luck🎶

🎶Tatic and strength is one thing🎶

🎶but some times all it takes is good luck🎶

🎶now take your world and throw it upside down🎶

🎶one man pushes through🎶

🎶ONE🎶

🎶MUTANT🎶

🎶AT🎶

🎶A🎶

🎶TIME🎶

*insert guttiar solo*

🎶for you will rise🎶

🎶through hell and back🎶

🎶you fortell of time when you were under attack🎶

🎶put your hindsight and change the world🎶

🎶for they will fall🎶

🎶For they will rise🎶

🎶for they would tear apart the view 🎶

🎶from your very eyes🎶

🎶take your hindsight and Change the world🎶

🎶FOR A NEW BEGINNING🎶

🎶for its now your chance🎶

🎶descend through the cracked in the dirt🎶

🎶WHERE YOU STAND🎶

🎶take on the vast open🎶

🎶MASQUERADE🎶

🎶THIS IS ATOMIC RENEGADE🎶

🎶TAKE THE WORLD AND BEGIN🎶

🎶THE CHARGE OF THE DAMNED🎶

🎶BE SURE TO DEFENS🎶

🎶YOUR BRETHREN FRIEND🎶

🎶YOUR ARMY DECENDS🎶

🎶YOU SAVE ANEW RACE 🎶

🎶UNTILL THE END🎶

Ruby: *nervous* sooo what do you girls think???

Yang:That. Was. Awesome Sis that has got to be one of the best songs I’ve ever heard it was soo action packed.

Blake: I have to agree that was a very good song not my cup of tea but still very good nonetheless.

Ruby: YAY that two for three sooo bestie did you like it???

Weiss: *quiet as a mouse and as stiff as a board before throwing her hands up in the air and screaming*HATED IT THAT WAS THE WORST SONG IVE EVER HEARD

RUBY: *almost as pale as a ghost and on the verge of tear* W-w WHAT!?!?!?

(That’s all I can type was it good or shit (sorry if it was) this is the longest thing I’ve ever typed here I hope you all enjoy) (don’t worry jaune comes in next part with a secret)

[haledamage]

May I request 17 and 59 for kisses? Any pairings you like!

(I’ll be putting these in two separate posts, but I’ll link them back to each other. Other part is here)

17. Needing to kiss to hide from bad guys

(featuring Marii/Theron because it’s such a Spy Movie trope it just couldn’t be anyone else :))

“Will you walk with me?” Theron asked, and Marii looked up from the console she sat at. “I want to hide a few cameras around and it’ll be less suspicious if I’m not alone.”

She was already getting to her feet before he’d finished asking. “Of course. Lead the way.”

She fell into step beside him as they left their little control room and started to make their way toward the Manaan spaceport. She wasn’t sure how much less suspicious her presence actually made him; even though she didn’t wear the typical brown and white robes, she was still clearly a Jedi - not to mention they were the only humans visible for kilometers, surrounded on all sides by Selkath and endless ocean. Still, it was nice to get up and stretch her legs. They’d been cooped up in that room for the better part of three days, leaving only to sleep.

And, she could admit in the safety of her own head, she very much enjoyed Theron’s company. It was nice to spend time with him without a console and a pile of datapads looming over them, even if just for a moment.

“Thanks,” Theron said suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence between them, “for all your help. It’s been… nice. Working with a team for a change.” He looked everywhere but at her as he spoke. “I’m sure you’d prefer to do things your own way. Jedi don’t exactly have much government oversight.”

“Relax, Theron.” She grinned at him. “You aren’t the first SIS agent I’ve worked with. At this point, I should probably ask the SIS for a paycheck.”

He finally looked her way, a hint of a smile on his lips. “Am I your favorite, at least?”

She tapped her chin, pretending to think about it. “Hmm, I don’t know. We’ll see how the rest of this mission goes.”

“Harsh.” He put his hand over his heart. “I’m wounded.”

Marii giggled. “It’ll be tough, but I think you’ll survive.”

A sudden shiver of alarm went up her spine, cold and sharp, and she froze in place. She grabbed Theron’s wrist to bring him to a stop too, trying to find the source.

Theron put a hand on her arm and stepped closer, leaning down to speak quietly. “What is it? What do you sense?”

“Someone’s coming.” Her voice was distant, as if the words were carried to her from somewhere far away. “Someone we know.”

“Friendly?”

“No.”

“Okay.” He looked around them, searching for something specific among all the cool blue and white of their surroundings. His grip tightened on her arm and he pulled her toward a stack of shipping crates. “This way, come on.”

There was a tiny gap between a few of the crates, just enough to comfortably fit one person - or to uncomfortably fit two. Marii backed up as far as she could, pressing her back against the cool plasteel of the crates, and Theron crowded in with her.

“Well, this is cozy,” he whispered. “I think I had an apartment on Coruscant once that was almost this big.”

She didn’t have room to move her arms to cover her mouth, so she pressed her face into his shoulder to muffle her laughter. “Don’t make me laugh, you’re gonna get us caught.”

“Worth it.”

Marii was thankful that he couldn’t see her face and how red it turned at those two simple, sincere words. She had no idea how to respond to that, or even if she should respond. Silence stretched to fill the miniscule spaces between them until all she could hear was her heartbeat pounding in her ears.

It was broken by the sound of approaching voices. Familiar voices, or at least one of them was. She leaned back enough to see Theron’s face again and saw the same dawning recognition. Colonel Darok.

“Do you recognize the other voice?” Theron asked, so quietly she didn’t actually know if he’d made any sound, though she could read his lips easily enough. She shook her head. He tried to lean around the edge of their hiding spot, but she grabbed the lapels of his jacket and pulled him back, shaking her head again. They hadn’t been noticed yet, but she could feel Darok’s unease; he expected spies and was watching for them.

“Wait,” she mouthed, trying to tell him all of that with only one word. He nodded and she relaxed just a little.

Then he leaned forward, closing what little space there had been between them, and she tensed again. His cheek pressed to hers, the rasp of stubble against her skin a new and not unpleasant sensation, and whispered so quietly she had to strain to hear it, “Are you getting anything from them?”

“I can try.” Marii had been actively locking down her Force senses for fear of being noticed somehow, but at his urging, she closed her eyes and concentrated. Theron was a blank wall to her senses, mentally shielded and as unreadable as some Jedi Masters she knew, and she used the familiar silence of him as an anchor and reached out. There was so much life on Manaan, the oceans teaming with it, but she blocked it out, searching for sentient life.

She found Darok easily enough, leaned against the other side of the crates they hid behind. He was still wary, but had no idea they were there, and there was a building excitement in his aura from whatever he spoke about.

The person he spoke to was mired in darkness. It pulled at her, trying to drag her under, to tempt her closer, and she unconsciously tightened her grip on Theron’s jacket as if holding onto him would help her fight against it. It felt like oil or ink, viscous and dense, swirling with colors so fast she couldn’t make any of them out. It was a common shield used by Sith; it hid everything about them but their actual existence, and she had always struggled to see through this kind of shield. It required a certain level of patience and subtlety that she lacked.

She pushed against it, searching for a weak point, a shallow spot where she could get something - a face, a voice, anything that might point them in the right direction. For a moment, the blackness receded and a name surfaced in her mind as clear as if it had been spoken aloud.

The darkness closed in, shoving her out and away with such force that she stumbled, crashing back into her physical body.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay.” Theron’s hands settled on her shoulders, holding her steady. “Don’t hurt yourself.”

It took a minute to reorient herself enough to open her eyes and she almost closed them again as the bright, pale light of Manaan assaulted her. Marii took a deep breath. The world smelled like salt water and Theron’s aftershave, warm and clean. When she exhaled, she whispered the name she’d found. “Darth Arkous.”

“It’s a start. You all right?” he asked. She nodded and he smiled a little. “You know you glow when you do that?”

“I know. Good thing you’re here for me to hide behind.” All things considered, her pale blue glow would probably be less noticable on Manaan than his red jacket, but she didn’t say it.

“That’s me,” he said dryly. “Theron Shan, human shield. Did you get anything else?”

“No. I’m sorry.”

He shrugged one shoulder. “No problem. We’ll just do this the old fashioned way.”

“Are you trying to tell me the Jedi way isn’t old fashioned?” Marii grinned.

It was Theron’s turn to have to muffle his laughter. “That’s fair. I deserved that.” He shook with the effort to keep quiet, and she had to bite her lip to stop herself from joining him. Silence fell between them again. The voices beyond their hiding place faded, but they still waited, just in case. Finally, he whispered, “Are they still there?”

Marii reached out carefully, pulling back as soon as she sensed something. “I’m afraid so. Farther away, but not gone. Whatever they’re talking about must be either very interesting or very important.” Her hands were starting to ache where they still gripped his jacket, so she flattened them against his chest instead, smoothing away the wrinkles she’d left in the material. “Starting to feel crowded?”

“Never.” He smirked. “You’re better company than the usual suspects I get stuck in alcoves with.”

“Does this happen to you a lot, Agent Shan?”

“More than it should, probably.”

While she certainly wasn’t feeling crowded or claustrophobic, she was starting to become very aware of the position they were in, how close they stood. His aura was still as calm as ever, but under her palm his heart was racing. Still, she couldn’t resist asking, “Does that mean I’m your favorite?”

“Definitely,” Theron answered with no hesitation. “No contest.”

Even though he was clearly just teasing, she couldn’t help the bright smile that lit her face. His eyes dropped to her lips for just a second as she did, his own smile fading, and when he looked back up the air in the tiny alcove felt suddenly oppressive, heavy and charged where it had been clear and easy before.

One of his hands lifted from her shoulder to push her hair back from her face, and she gasped when his fingers brushed her skin. Time seemed to slow and stretch until seconds felt like hours as Theron leaned closer. Marii licked her lips nervously and his gaze dropped again to watch the motion, transfixed.

Her holocomm beeped.

Theron closed his eyes for one long moment, but that was the only sign of frustration he let show. “You should probably answer that.”

Marii sighed and pressed the answer button on her earpiece. There’s no way she could face her former padawan on holo right now. “Yes? What is it, Kira?”

“Looks like your pals in Havoc Squad just came out of hyperspace. Should be landing within the hour,” Kira said. She sounded bored. “Maybe now that they’re here we can get the party started.”

She wasn’t sure if she was more relieved or disappointed at Major Jorgan’s timing. “When they arrive, lead them to the control room. Theron and I will meet you there.”

“You okay, boss? You sound out of breath.” There was a pause, and then gleefully, Kira added, “Just what are you and spy boy up to?”

Marii groaned. She knew she must be blushing terribly. “I’m hanging up on you.” She disconnected, then leaned her head back against the plasteel crates.

“Back to work, I guess.” Theron sounded as unhappy about it as she felt. He backed out of the hideaway, looking around cautiously before motioning for her to follow.

“Sorry we didn’t get your cameras set up.” She stepped out into the walkway. No one was around but the two of them.

“We still got what we wanted.” He glanced at her, a coy, private smile curling across his face that made her blush again. “Mostly.”

“We can go back in there if you want.” She gestured at the alcove, trying to sound playful instead of just eager. “It’s not like any of them would find us.”

“Tempting,” he said, and it was. It really was. But the moment was gone, and they had work to do. “Maybe some other time.”

[biles-bilinski-24]

Home (Part 4)

Pairing: Stiles x reader

Word Count: 4,181

Warnings: blood, bullet wounds, guns

Summary: A reunion turns into a night of hanging out together, but when hunters show up things get crazy.

Notes: I hope you like it!

“Charlie?” you whisper.

You start to walk toward the man, but your walk quickly turns into a run. You wrap your arms around him and bury your face in his chest. He hugs you tight, lifting you a few inches off the ground. When you look up at him, you realize that your cheeks are wet with tears. You smile bigger than you’ve ever smiled before, your heart filled with excitement. Scott slowly approaches the two of you, Stiles on his crutches behind Scott. 

“Charlie, what the hell are doing here?” you ask him.

“What do you mean? I’ve been looking for you!” he exclaims.

“Y/N?” Scott asks cautiously.

“Guys, come here. This is my big brother Charlie. Charlie, this is Scott and Stiles,” you say, gesturing between the boys.

“Brother?” Scott asks.

“You never told us you had a brother. What...what happened?” Stiles asks you. 

“I don’t know,” you say. “Charlie was off at college when it happened. I just thought that since my parents left, that meant Charlie was gone, too.”

“Wait, wait. I’ve finally found you, and I’m so incredibly happy, but can you please explain what’s going on?” Charlie asks.

“Okay, but not here. Somewhere private,” you decide.

“How about my house?” Scott suggests.

“Perfect. Charlie, you and Stiles can come with me. Scott’ll meet us there,” you say. 

Scott hops on his bike and starts off toward his house. You help Stiles into the passenger seat of your car as Charlie takes a seat in the back. 

“Seriously? This car is horrible. It’s practically falling apart,” Charlie says playfully.

“I’m a seventeen-year-old girl who goes to school, pays monthly rent for an apartment, and only has time to work one job. I hope you weren’t expecting a Maserati,” you reply. 

He laughs with you as you pull out of the parking lot and head for Scott’s house. 

When you get there, Stiles sits on the couch with you, and Scott and Charlie sit in chairs across the room.

“Okay, Charlie, tell me everything you know,” you say to your brother. 

“Well, like you said I was at college when whatever happened happened. I got an email from Mom and Dad. All it said was, We’re not associating with Y/N anymore. No calls, no texts, no emails, no nothing. Don’t contact her at all. If anyone asks about her, you pretend like she’s never existed. As you can expect, I was really confused. So I went back to our house, but when I got there, everything was gone. The house was empty, except for your room, which was pretty much the same except for some pictures were gone and your drawers were left open. I asked the neighbors where you all went but they didn’t know either. They told me how you just disappeared. That was only a few months before graduation. So, I finished college and started searching for you. I wanted to look for Mom and Dad but you were only twelve so I was more worried about you than them. I’ve been looking for you ever since. There were times when I doubted you were even still alive. I wanted to give up, but I knew that you needed me, so I kept looking,” Charlie explains.

“You’ve been looking for me for five years?” you ask, shocked.

“And now I can finally stop looking.”

“How did you know I was in Beacon Hills?”

“I didn’t. I’ve just been searching the whole state. I mean, you were twelve. You couldn’t have gotten that far.” 

You smile.

“Okay, I told my part of the story. Now it’s your turn,” Charlie says.

You look down at the floor, fiddling with your fingers. You try to come up with a lie that seems believable, but it’s not easy. You settle for one and start your fake explanation.

“I’m a criminal, Charlie. Or at least, I was. When Mom and Dad found out what I’d done, they shut me out. I guess that’s when they sent you the email,” you say, trying to show as little emotion as possible.

“Okay, just because you’ve been missing for five years, doesn’t mean I can’t tell when you’re lying. Tell me the truth, Y/N,” says Charlie.

Your pulse starts racing and your breathing becomes unsteady. You glance up at your brother before quickly looking back down at your dirty sneakers. Stiles takes one of your trembling hands in an attempt to steady it. 

“Y/N, look at me,” Stiles says. 

You look up at his soft honey-colored eyes and he sees for the first time how much pain this whole story really brings you. He sees fear, too, and he knows exactly why. 

“I don’t know what your parents were like, but I can tell your brother is nothing like them at all. He won’t leave you, and if he does, then screw him. You don’t need anyone else to make your life any worse.” His voice softens, “No matter what happens, I’ll be here, right next to you. I won’t let you get hurt again.”

“You’re my sister, I’d never leave you. Even if you told me you’re a...a werewolf or something,” Charlie says and you look at Stiles with uncertainty. 

“You can do this,” Stiles whispers. 

You take one last deep breath before launching into your story. “Well, it’s funny that you said werewolf because...um…” you trail off and look at Stiles who nods, telling you to go on. “Because I am a werewolf. But not like the werewolves in the movies, w-we don’t eat people. Actually, we protect people. Every werewolf belongs to a pack, except for omegas, who are pretty much just lone wolves. I’m a part of Scott’s pack,” you say, glancing at Scott. Scott and Stiles stare at you with looks of surprise on their faces as you continue, “We’re like the protectors of Beacon Hills. Most of the packs we’ve met are pretty chill, but there are also some that are, how should I put this, vicious. I had a pack before I joined Scott’s pack, but I’ll get to that in a minute. For a while, I was an omega, so I just laid low and hid my powers. I was an omega from the time Mom and Dad left until yesterday. 

“Now, I’ll start the real story. I was bitten while you were gone, and a few months after that my pack was killed by hunters. Yes, there are werewolf hunters. No, I didn’t get hurt, not physically, anyway. I ran back home, all covered in blood and tears, and there was no avoiding telling Mom and Dad what I’d become. The next day, I came home from school and the whole house was empty except for my room. Mom and Dad were gone. I took what I needed from my room and left that night. I got on a bus and I ended up at the edge of Beacon Hills. I walked a lot. I walked by these two playing lacrosse in the park. Stiles sucks, by the way.” Stiles pretends to be offended and you smile. “I ran into the sheriff, who is also Stiles’s dad. He took me into the sheriff’s station and tried to get information from me but I didn’t talk. He took me to an orphanage, where I stayed until right after sophomore year. 

“I didn’t really talk to anyone at school until yesterday. Hard to believe, I know, but it’s true. I haven’t played soccer in years. I’m friends with these goofballs. I’m a photographer now. Well, sort of. I don’t really have a camera anymore, but I’m making it work. My life’s finally starting to get back on track.” 

You look at Charlie, who sits unmoving, his mouth hanging open. You suddenly have a horrible sinking feeling in your stomach. Stiles pulls you closer to himself, holding onto you tightly. Everyone watches Charlie who is still sitting in shock.

“Charlie?” you ask tentatively.

When he doesn’t answer, you look at Stiles. 

“I got you,” he whispers. 

Charlie’s mouth abruptly shuts and he looks around the room before returning his gaze to his sister. 

“Y/N, that’s…” he trails off and you feel tears sting your eyes as you prepare to watch the last bit of your family leave you. Your heart drops to your stomach as he picks up where he left off, “that’s awesome!” Charlie says with a huge smile. “Now I get to tell people my baby sister is a werewolf! How cool is that?” You sigh, relieved that your brother isn’t going to abandon you like your parents did. 

“Well, you can’t tell anyone that we’re werewolves, but sure,” Scott says.

Stiles looks down at his fingers intertwined with yours.

“Your hands stopped shaking,” he remarks.

“Yeah, I guess they did,” you say, looking up into his eyes. “Thank you,” you say to him.

“For what?” he asks.

“For everything,” you tell him. You watch as his eyes flicker down to your lips and back up to your eyes. You look down at the floor, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. Stiles puts a finger under your chin and tilts your face up so he can see your eyes. 

“Has anyone ever told you how beautiful your eyes are?” he asks. You feel yourself blush and hope he doesn’t notice. 

“Show me! Show me your powers!” Charlie says suddenly, jumping around giddily like a little kid. 

You and Stiles smile at him. You stand up, breaking away from Stiles’s hold, and shut your eyes, focusing on trying to shift. When they open again, their color has shifted from Y/E/C to a bright, glowing yellow. You eyebrows are more defined and you feel your canines sharpen. You open your mouth and let out a loud howl, instinctively shutting your eyes. When you look at your older brother, all you see on his face is pure joy. Not fear, or shame, or worry, just joy. You shift back and smile at him.

“I missed you so much Charlie,” you say, going to him and hugging him tightly again.

“I missed you too, sis,” he says. 

You feel his warm breath on your neck, which somehow comforts you.

“You wouldn’t, by any chance, have a girlfriend, would you Charlie?” you ask playfully as you pull away a bit and look up at him.

“You always did have the best sense of humor,” he says.

“Humor? I’m being serious,” you say, trying but failing to hold a straight face. The two of you laugh as you pull apart and look at the smiling boys in front of you. 

“So, what do you guys wanna do?” Charlie asks.

“Hmm, how about game night,” you suggest.

“I’m gonna destroy all of you,” Stiles says proudly.

“We’ll see about that,” you say, challenging Stiles.

“Hey, by the way, if you guys ever want some pointers on your lacrosse plays, I’m here,” Charlie says.

“Oh, yeah, Charlie’s amazing. He got a scholarship for lacrosse in college. They called him “The Cyclone” on his high school team because of the way he could plow right through people, and he didn’t even go to Beacon Hills High,” you tell them.

“Wait, wait. You’re kidding, right?” Stiles asks.

“No way! You’re Charlie James? Charlie “The Cyclone” James? Y/N, why didn’t you tell us your brother is a legend,” Scott exclaims.

“I just did.”

“Your family is crazy,” Stiles remarks.

“You’re telling me,” you say.

“Y/N’s pretty great, too. Actually, she’s pretty great at everything. She was the best girls goalie in Southern California,” Charlie says and you blush again.

“Okay, you really need to talk more,” Scott says as he pulls out the first game, Sorry.

You play three rounds of Sorry before Scott and Charlie give up.

“Guys, can we play something else now,” Scott complains.

“This isn’t a game anymore, this is war,” you say.

Scott and Charlie sigh and look at each other as you pull a card and move your last pawn into the home space, winning the game.

“Yes! I won! Take that, Stilinski!” you celebrate. Stiles scowls as you clean up the pieces and put them back in the box. 

“Why don’t we play a team game next. Y/N and Stiles can pick, I need to talk to Charlie really quick,” Scott says, guiding Charlie into the kitchen. 

“Okay, I don’t know if you can see it, but I can. Y/N and Stiles like each other. Stiles is happier now than he’s ever been since his mom died. I don’t know about Y/N, but I think being around Stiles is really good for her. It’s helping her come out of her shell and be herself again. I don’t think either of them is going to say anything to the other, so we need to kind of initiate it, if you know what I mean. I’m thinking you and I are on the same team so that they’ll have to be on the same team. Sound good?” Scott explains.

Charlie nods. “I don’t really know Stiles, but he seems like a good kid. He’s not gonna hurt her, is he? Because if he does I’ll-”

“No, he won’t hurt her. He knows what she’s been through, and, honestly, I think he understands better than anyone else what she’s been dealing with the past few years. I won’t let him hurt her, and if he does, I’ll give him the worst beating he’ll ever receive. Don’t worry, Charlie, she’ll be just fine,” Scott says. 

The two walk back into the living room to see that you and Stiles have set up Pictionary. 

“We decided on a game that I’m not very good at because that only seems fair after how well I did in Sorry,” you tell Scott and Charlie. 

“You can pick the teams,” says Stiles.

“Scott and I are gonna be on the same team. I don’t know if you remember, Y/N, but you and I have a bit of a rivalry in Pictionary,” Charlie tells you.

“I do, I do. But if I recall correctly, you can’t draw any better than I can, so I think we’re pretty evenly matched,” you smirk as your rest your arm on Stiles’s shoulder. 

“Okay, let’s get started then. Youngest goes first,” Charlie says.

“Ugh, why do you always have to do that,” you groan.

“Just following the rules, little sis. Keyword little,”  he says, smiling mischievously. 

You roll your eyes as you grab a card and walk over to the dry erase board. You look at Scott to flip the timer and you start drawing. This process is repeated many times, Stiles, Scott, and Charlie replacing you at the dry erase board. The four of you finish your games and sit in the living room, talking and laughing. The clock eventually ticks to eleven, and you yawn as you glance down at your phone. 

“Charlie, we should probably get going, it’s getting late,” you say. 

“Okay. Thanks, guys,” he says as the two of you head to the door. 

When you open it, you see three men standing in front of you wearing all black, each holding a gun. 

“Scott, I think you have some visitors,” you say, trying to keep your voice steady. 

Charlie quickly steps in front of you and you peek around him to see what happens. Scott walks up to the door, but his pace slows when he sees who’s waiting for him.

“Who are you and what do you want?” Scott asks, readying himself to attack if needed.

Stiles hobbles up behind him and his eyes widen as he sees the threat. He looks at you with concern. You stand with your back to Charlie who’s guarding you against the men. Your hands are shaking again and you don’t even try to hold back your tears. They fall to the floor as you open your eyes again to see Stiles looking at you. You can tell he wants to go over to you and comfort you, but he can’t. There’s no way he can get to you without the men seeing. He watches you lose yourself as you listen to the conversation between Scott and the men. It’s happening, you think. It’s happening all over again. They’re gonna go through and kill the pack one by one. I’ll be alone again. I’ll have no one left.

The man in the middle answers, saying, “One of those questions we cannot answer, but we can tell you why we are here.” He pauses. “We’re here to kill you.” 

“I can negotiate. I’ll give you whatever you want, just leave us alone,” Scott says.

“We’re hunters. We want you dead,” the man replies harshly. 

You glance toward one of the windows on the side of the house. You see Derek run past it and you feel a faint glimmer of hope. 

“Fine, fine, but can you at least be decent and take this outside, I don’t want them watching,” Scott says. He turns to Stiles and sees the look in his eyes. He gives Stiles a look telling him not to move but Stiles ignores him. He drops his crutches and starts limping towards you.

“Stiles stop! Don’t-” you’re cut off by the sound of a bullet being fired and your eyes dart up to Scott and you’re confused when you see no sign of injury on him. You look back down at Stiles and your eyes widen in horror as you see dark red blood soak through Stiles’s shirt and drip down his arm. 

“Stiles!” you scream. You run to him only to be stopped by a pang in your thigh. You fall to the ground next to Stiles as Derek shows up behind the three men and knocks them out before they can even react. Charlie grabs you and Stiles and pulls you out of the doorway. 

“Scott, call the sheriff. I’ll help get them in the cars,” Derek says as he goes over to Stiles. 

Stiles doesn’t pay any attention to his injury, only to you. 

“Hey, stay with me, Y/N. You have to stay awake,” he says, grabbing hold of your hand. “Look at me. Look at me! You can’t give up, not this easily, okay?” he squeezes your hand as you fight to stay awake. Your eyelids feel as heavy as bricks. 

“We need to get you guys into your cars. Stiles, think you can walk?” Derek says.

“Not really, but I’ll try,” Stiles says and he forces himself up. 

Derek puts Stiles’s arm around his neck and drags him out to the jeep. Charlie picks you up and carries you out to your car. 

“Come on, you’re stronger than this. You’ve survived on your own for five years, you can take one bullet,” Charlie says as he lays you in the backseat and jumps into the driver’s seat. 

Derek does the same with Stiles and in no time both cars are speeding down the street with Scott not far behind on his dirtbike. Charlie frequently checks on you, making sure you stay awake. When you get to the hospital, the sheriff runs out into the parking lot to help Derek with Stiles. Scott and Charlie work together to carry you into the hospital. Your vision is fuzzy and you hear a faint ringing. You just barely make out what Stiles says as he’s laid on a gurney next to you, “I’ll be fine. Just-just don’t let her die. I’d never forgive myself.” You smile softly as you hear Mrs. McCall’s voice echoing in your ears. 

“Y/N, honey, you gotta stay awake, just a few minutes longer. You can do this, just keep your eyes open. Focus on my words, keep your eyes open…” she keeps talking but you don’t hear her as your eyes fall shut and you give in to the pain. 

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You wake up to bright lights and pristine white walls. You hear the beeping of machines and notice that you’re lying in a hospital bed. You look around until you see the boy with the honey colored eyes and you sigh with relief.

“We really need to stop meeting like this,” he says. 

“We do,” you agree.

“How’s your leg?” he asks and you suddenly remember what happened. 

You look down at your thigh for the first time and notice it covered by a bandage with a red spot in the middle. You feel an ache throughout your whole leg, but you play it off like it’s nothing.

“Not bad. How’s your arm?” you ask him.

“Pretty good. I’m not supposed to move it much,” he says.

“You really are a cripple now,” you say. 

“I guess I am,” he agrees.

“How long have you been here?” you ask.

“Me? Well, I was in my own room for a day, but then they said I was fine. I’ve been here ever since,” he explains.

“How long have I been here?” you ask apprehensively.

“Three days,” he tells you.

You look down at your hands as you remember something.

“Stiles,” you say and he looks at you questioningly, “it’s not your fault.”

His gaze lowers in shame as he registers what you’re talking about.

“It’s not. I know you think it is, but it’s not. None of this is your fault,” you tell him.

He looks up at you with sad eyes and all you want to do is hug him, hold him, lay your head on his chest and let him know how you feel about him. The only problem is up until recently, you didn’t feel any special way about him, but when you saw the blood dripping down his arm you realized how much he means to you. You realized that you love him.

“Stop that,” you say in a stern voice as he looks back down at the floor. You’ve never talked to him this way before. You sit up as he looks up at you.

“Stop...acting like you caused all these problems, like you’re the reason I’m hurt. I won’t let you put yourself down like that,” you say to him. Your chest heaves up and down with each breath you take and you grimace as you lay back down. 

“Are you okay?” he asks and you can hear the fear in his voice.

“Yeah, I’m fine. It doesn’t hurt that much,” you say.

“I’m gonna go get Scott and Charlie,” Stiles decides.

“No, Stiles. Just-” you try to stop him but he’s already out the door. 

Stiles comes back in a minute later with Charlie and Scott in tow. You try to mask your pain, but Charlie sees right through you.

“Hey, are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m totally fine, Charlie. It’s not that bad,” you lie.

Scott walks over to you and takes your hand, taking your pain. 

“Oh my gosh, this is...ugh” he grunts with all the pain he’s taking in.

“I thought you said it didn’t hurt that much,” Stiles says.

You don’t say anything as you look down at your fingers fiddling with the blanket. 

“Why’d you lie?” Charlie asks.

“Because I didn’t want you to worry about me,” you say, “and I didn’t want you feeling guilty,” you look at Stiles. “Charlie, I know you wanna do everything you can to help me, but for right now can you just give me some space? I’m not mad, I just need to figure some things out. And you look horrible. Go back to my apartment and get some sleep, there’s a key on the key ring. The boys will call you if anything happens.”

“But-”

“Charlie, please,” you cut him off. He opens the door, and right before he walks out you say something.

 “I love you, Big Cyclone,” you call after him, using the nickname you gave him when you were little.

“I love you, too, Little Bear,” he says with one last look before shutting the door behind himself.

“You guys are so cute. Big Cyclone?” Scott says.

“What? I was six,” you defend yourself.

“No, I think it’s awesome. Wish I had a little sister,” Scott says. 

“Yeah, Little Bear. I may have to steal that one every once in a while,” Stiles remarks.

“No, no. That’s Charlie’s. You’ll have to come up with your own,” you say, smiling.

“Okay,” he pouts. 

The three of you sit silently, thinking. 

“Stiles, why were you out in the woods that night?” you ask out of nowhere.

“I went out there to think. It’s where I’ve always gone since I was little. I sit at the top of the hill and listen to the sounds of the woods. I think best at night,” he explains.

“What were you thinking about?” you ask.

“A lot of things,” he sighs. “School, graduating, you, college, where we’ll all be in a few years,” he says.

“Wait, back up. What’d you say before college?” you ask him.

“You,” he says, not meeting your eyes.

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Honest.  G.D.  (E.D.)

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I’ve been hanging out with the twins for a couple of months now but we still haven’t reached that stage, in which you are comfortable doing literally everything together. We know almost everything about each other, yet we still haven’t had a sleepover or seen each other sleeping. I’ve always behaved more goofily with Ethan than I do with Gray and I don’t really have an explanation why. Don’t get me wrong, I get on amazingly with both of them, it’s just that things are just a tad bit more awkward with Grayson when it’s only the two of us. It may have to do something with me maybe developing something more for him but I try to push that thought aside.

We basically became best friends the first three minutes we hung out together and I think I found my friend soulmates forever. And I really really don’t want to screw that up.

Soo, as one can expect we are bound to stay at each other’s house at one point and that’s exactly what is happening this Saturday. There are two weird things about it, though, that I just can’t not mention. Firstly, it’s the first time I am going to sleep in the same building as Gray and secondly, yes, I said only Gray because unfortunately Ethan is not coming. I moved two hours away from LA a month ago, since the new academic year started and the guys haven’t visited me still. I have been going on and on about it ever since I came here and when finally it turned out so that they can actually come, Ethan had to fly to San Diego for a really huge directing job offer that he received literally two days ago and could not say no to. He called me the other night and I could see how excited he was but at the same time you could read the word GUILT sprawled across his forehead. Two days later I am still trying to convince him it’s fine but I am not sure I am really succeeding in doing so, to be honest. 

Anyway, Gray is going to arrive in about 13 hours as it’s currently Friday evening and he is supposed to be here at around 10 in the morning on Saturday. I’ve been cleaning my room for the past hour and a half, I went grocery shopping earlier today and also bought an extra pillow because I didn’t really have one, since I haven’t had anyone over yet. I am so excited that I am spending my whole weekend with one of my best friends and I am finally not going to be alone for the first time in a month, you can’t even imagine.

I put the hoover behind the closet door and grab my phone so it’s near me while I am making dinner, in case someone calls. As if he read my thoughts, Grayson’s face lights up my screen and I pick up.

“Hey, goofball. How are you doing?”

“Hey! I just finished cleaning the place so you don’t think I am an extremely disgusting person and I am about to make something for dinner. You excited about tomorrow?”

“Heck yes I am! I get to spend a whole weekend with my best friend for the first time in a month, how do you imagine me not being excited?” he smiles such a warm smile and I can’t help but feel my stomach flutter. Stupid butterflies. “Plus, I know how disgusting you are already, so no need to beat yourself over cleaning the place.” he laughs and sticks his tongue at me.

“Oh, shut it if you want to not sleep on the doormat.”

“Okay, okay. The serious part now. Want me to stop by your place tomorrow morning and get you something?”

“Hmm, not really, I don’t think I need anything. Just your stupid ass.” I smile and he smiles back.

“I am gonna text you when I depart from home so you know around what time I’ll be there.”

“Can’t wait for it to be tomorrow morning already.”

“Goodnight, goofball. Love you.

“Love you, too. Drive safely tomorrow.”

“Will do. See you in a few hours.” Grayson smiles at me one last time and hangs up.

I finish chopping some veggies, pop them in the oven and go to the bathroom to take a quick shower while dinner is getting ready. When I am done in the shower, I wrap my hair in a towel and not bothering to put on clothes I walk to my laptop in my robe and slippers, then put on some random YouTube video and go put some food on a plate. I walk back to the bed and plop down to eat in front of the laptop.

I wake up, dressed in my robe, some video still playing, the lights still on. I should have fallen asleep at some point. I sit up and put my feet on the floor and immediately feel pain rising on the bottom of my feet. The dish I ate dinner from must’ve slipped on the floor at some point while I was sleeping and now there’s shattered glass covering the whole floor. I groan, standing up carefully, walk to the bathroom and toss the towel I had on my head in the dirty laundry hamper. I check my feet and there are no wounds or cuts from the glass, gladly. I get the hoover out again from the closet and get rid of all the glass pieces that are shattered around the bed, wipe the floor with a cloth afterwards, put everything in its place and get dressed in my pyjamas before going back to bed. Properly this time. I check my phone for any notifications prior to putting it on my nighstand to get it charged while I sleep and see that I have a text from E.

‘I am so sorry again that I am not able to be there with you this weekend. I hope Gray isn’t that big of an asshole the next two days. I am gonna send a lot of pics from the set. Love you, sis.’

Ugh, I miss him. That’s exactly with what I reply and go to sleep afterwards. 

I wake up by my phone going off next to my head. It’s 10:02AM and I see Grayson’s photo filling up my screen.

“Good morning! A chocolate donut or apple pie?”

“What are you talking about?” My voice it still groggy from sleeping.

“Which one?”

“Ummm, apple pie, I think? Where are you?”

“Literally five minutes away from you. I saw this small cafe slash bakery thing on the side of the road and thought I’ll grab some coffee and breakfast for both of us.” 

“Have I told you how great you are?”

“No need, goof. I already know. Now get up and get dressed cuz I’ll be there in five.”

“See you, asshole.” I blow a kiss at the screen and hang up. 

For fuck’s sake, I most definitely turned off my alarm and now I don’t have freaking time to get ready. I hop out of bed and run to the bathroom. After brushing my teeth and trying to somehow tame my hair with the hairbrush I go to the dresser and take out some sweatpants and a t-shirt, throw them on and the second my head goes through the hole of the tee I hear the doorbell.

I practically run to the door, swing it open and I see my best friend, a satchel hanging on his shoulder, holding a tray with two coffee cups on it and a paper bag with something smelling heavenly from the inside. I step aside to let him in, he kicks off his shoes, puts everything down on the kitchen table and turns to me to tackle me in the biggest bear hug you’ve ever seen.

“I missed you.” my words are muffled from my face practically beared in his chest.

“I missed you, too.” Gray finally releases me from the hug and steps back to take a look at me. “How have you been coping with living alone?” he smirks after asking and walks to the table and grabs his cup of steaming coffee, taking a long sip.

“I most definitely needed some actual physical interaction with people, not only seeing them on screens, you know?”

“You need to go out more.”

“I do go out.”

“When? Right after you hang up on me or E at midnight or 1AM, tired as hell and kind of regretting it because you have to wake up early the next day for that 8AM class?” 

How come this guy knows me so well for only a few months???

“Oh shut it, you love speaking with me.”

“You know I do. Now what’s on the to-do list?”

“Can I first get to know what is inside that bag and then we can actually get down with the to-do list?”

Grayson shakes his head playfully and lets me be the child I am. Basically, I keep jumping around him like a small kid because I am that excited he is here. The awkwardness that I am alone with him, that I mentioned earlier? You can kind of feel it but it is burried under a few other emotions and we both pretend it isn’t there. Maybe an hour or so later we leave the “apartment” - it actually being one big space - a kitchen, a bedroom, a living room all at once, with a bathroom and a really small closet on the side - and walk around the city centre so he gets to see the place. We decide to grab lunch on the go and find a chill place in the park to eat it there and that’s exactly what we do. We find a bench that you can’t really see at first so no one will actually bother us and start snacking on the food while continuing to talk about everything. At one point, I am telling him about all the school work that I have due in a couple of weeks and how I am already stressing about it when Grayson reaches and pulls a strand of hair behind my year. I normally wouldn’t take that as a special gesture or anything but it’s currently just the two of us, alone in the park, his eyes glowing with some gold in them in the sunlight and my mouth just shuts and doesn’t open again. We stare at each other for a few seconds and then I fake-cough and turn around in search for my drink so I keep myself busy. In the meantime Gray suggests we leave to go back to the apartment so we get there on time to settle in and make dinner and we do just that. As we are about to exit the park, I turn around and start walking backwards in front of him, excitedly talking about the autumn break and what I have planned for us when I come back to LA. He watches me intently and before I know it I feel myself falling backwards. Right before I hit the ground I feel his arms around my waist, literally holding me a few inches above it and then pulling me back up.

“Sometimes I can’t believe how clumsy you can be.” Grayson laughs and steps back after I’ve regained balance.

“Nothing ever happened, I don’t know what you are talking about.” I stick my tongue out at him. Damn we seem to do this a lot.

An hour and something later we are already at my place, we both change into comfier clothes and I start making dinner. Grayson helps me with chopping things or simply handing them to me and when the pan is in the oven we decide to set up his bed so it’s ready for the night. We all know that if we don’t do it now out lazy asses are going to regret it later.

“Are you sure you are a 100% fine with sleeping on the ground?” I ask for the 9th time in the past half an hour and Grayson is starting to get annoyed with me already.

“If you ask me one more time I am gonna go sleep in the Bronco. At least she doesn’t annoy me.”

“I just want you to be comfortable, that’s all.”

“I will be, now stop making it such a big deal.”

We set up a few blankets on top of each other and then I grab some clean sheets from the closet and his “bed” is ready for the night. I already puffed out the pillow I bought yesterday and covered it with a pillow case so we just threw it on the blankets.

We ate dinner and decided to put on a movie since both of us weren’t really that sleepy. At first Grayson let me choose what we were watching but because I was texting with Ethan the first few minutes of the film, he got mad at me and changed it. The boy was just telling me how his day went, sheesh. Turns out we were watching a horror one now and I know he knows how much I hate them, he just wants to get back at me. The movie wasn’t that bad for most parts. I say most because at some point I was biting on my nails so hard that Grayson caught my hand in his and held it for the rest of the movie. Towards the end of it I was already yawning and rubbing my eyes, so we both brushed our teeth and hopped under the covers.

“Are you-”

“If you are about to ask what I think you will, you better shut it or I am for real gonna go sleep in the Bronco.”

“I am sorry.” I say from my bed, smiling to myself since Grayson can’t really see me from the floor.

“I am sorry I made you watch that movie. Goodnight, goof.”

“Don’t worry about it. Goodnight.”

But it’s not a good night at all. I keep tossing and turning, not being able to fall asleep and even if I start drifting off to sleep I jump after a few seconds because a nasty image from the movie keeps popping up in my mind. I should have never agreed to watch it, I don’t even know why I listen to Grayson sometimes. At some point I must have started to drift off to sleep again when I feel the the matress shifting under Grayson’s weight and him climbing into bed next to me. I open my eyes and look up confused at him.

“What are you doing?”

“You clearly can not fall asleep, you have been laying here hugging your feet, hidden under the covers, glued to the wall for the past twenty minutes and you are as cold as a dead man. Come here.”

“I’ll be fine, go back to sleep.” but it’s as if he doesn’t hear me at all. His hands wrap around my waist and pull me so close to him, his chest is glued to my back. His legs lock with mine, he nuzzles his head into my neck and his fingers intertwine with mine, while still holding me. I feel so small and so protected and his body is warming up mine that I don’t want to move from this position ever.

After a few seconds he kisses the top of my head, which makes me untagle from him, just enough to turn around in his hands so that I am now facing him again. I look up and he opens his eyes slowly and looks into mine.

“I honestly don’t know what I did to deserve you but I can’t be thankful enough for you always being here for me.”

“Wanna hear something honest from me, too?”

I nod and the corners of his lips curve upwards a bit.

“Ethan didn’t have to leave before Saturday evening so he could’ve come with me and spend the day with us but I made him ask if he could go early and so he did.”

“Wait, what? Why??”

“So I can finally catch you alone and convince myself to show you how I really feel, I guess. When I say I love you, I am not lying.”

I am so dumbfounded, it’s my turn to hide my face in the crook of his neck. After a few seconds I pull back to look at him and he is already waiting to examine my face.

“Say something.”

“Is ‘I love you’ going to be enough?” I reply and as soon as the last word rolls off my tongue his lips press against mine and my stomach does not have butterflies in it anymore. There is a whole zoo inside of it and it is throwing a party in there.

I guess I really, really don’t want to move now.

[skyechaser]

Silence in Atlas 18/?

Once more, this is a dark take on Volume 7 from a Bumbleby standpoint. It has scenes of graphic violence. If there are any specific trigger warnings I will specify it. 

SO YEAH HERE IT IS :D Took a bit longer than expected because it’s been very busy days. I broke my rule of not publishing the chapter until the next one is done so now I am writing and posting as I write. Two updates a week still seem managable though :D Thanks to all the people out there supporting SIA. Means a LOT y’all. And to the haters: thanks for the publicity jajaja. ONTO THE CHAPTER! 

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Doctor Yu arrived at the hospital shortly after he was called. He had been sound asleep next to his wife when his scroll woke him up. As soon as he heard the word “Blake” he stood up and began dressing himself. Yang was really glad he was so committed to her girlfriend’s case. She really didn’t want any other doctor to see her. When she learned he wasn’t at the hospital she worried there would be no other choice. Seeing the man coming through the door was a relief.

“Good day” Yu said with a smile. It was four in the morning but somehow he looked well rested.

“Hey” Yang said standing up from her bed to shake the doctor’s hand. “Thank you for coming so quickly” the blonde added with a gentle curve on her lips.

“Thank you for calling me” he walked towards the bed slowly, trying not to overwhelm his patient. He had treated her wounds so he knew what she had gone through. “Hello, Ms. Belladonna, I’m doctor Yu, your main doctor. It’s so good to see you awake”. Blake stared at him for a while. He looked kind and it was a sight she had forgotten. Still, she felt uneasy. “I brought this scroll tablet so we can communicate better” he said, holding the object in front of her. She grabbed it. “You just use it to write or draw or whatever you prefer” the faunus nodded in response. “Are you in any kind of pain?”

“Just my head” she wrote.

“Can you move your body comfortably?” she moved her head sideways.

“I feel weak”

Doctor Yu asked several more routine questions before moving on to the physical exam. When he approached Blake to check her eyes she flinched back with a terrified look on her face. Yang stepped in, kneeling next to the bed and holding her hand.

“Baby, it’s okay” she said. “Doctor Yu is the best. He just wants to help”. Blake looked her girlfriend in the eyes and her breathing came back to normal slowly. When she calmed down she turned to look at the doctor.

“I’m sorry” she mouthed, her ears flat on her head.

“Don’t apologize” he replied “Your reaction is perfectly understandable”

With Yang holding her hand and telling her everything was going to be okay Blake managed to get through the examination. When it was done the doctor was happy to tell them everything seemed to be going fantastically. Her aura was considerably stronger, not completely back but able to help with the injuries. Most of them had already started healing. Her vitals were pretty good as well and they disconnected her from all the machines. 

“I’d like to keep you here until the injury on your neck heals completely” Doctor Yu proposed. “I don’t want that burn to get infected so we need to clean it constantly until the skin grows back”. Blake looked at Yang and they both nodded lightly.

“Okay, doctor” the blonde replied. “We trust you”.

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Ruby hugged Blake the minute she walked into the room. Weiss waited behind her to do the same. Just like Doctor Yu, the team had rushed to the hospital as soon as they heard their friend was awake. They were both excited and worried about the challenges she would have to face during her recovery. On the way to the hospital, Nora had admitted she was was feeling uneasy about talking to Blake knowing that she couldn’t speak. The redhead didn’t want to react in any way that would make her friend uncomfortable but it was hard no to be upset or just cry at what had been done to the faunus. Ren told her to hold his hand firmly and smile. Blake needed their support.

“I’m so glad you are awake, kid” Qrow said, gently placing a hand on the girl’s shoulder. She wanted to move away from his touch but managed to control herself. It was Qrow. Nothing bad was going to happen.

“You’re looking better already” Jaune added, smiling. She smiled back. Blake remembered Jaune being in the airship when she was taken from Staub so he knew what he was talking about. She was glad she looked better.

“So, how long are you going to stay here?” Ren asked, holding Nora’s hand firmly in his. She didn’t say anything.

“Doctor Yu wants to keep her here until the wound in her neck is fully healed” Yang replied from her chair.

“Makes sense” Ruby said, sitting on the edge of the bed. “If there’s anything either of you need call us” she added looking at her sister. It was pretty self evident Yang wasn’t going to leave this hospital without her girlfriend.

“Thanks, sis” Yang smiled as she looked around the room. She was so glad to have her friends. Her family.

“It is a nice day to be awake” Maria said as she opened the curtains to let the the natural light inside. “The sun’s come out”.

Blake looked outside and she felt the wind hit her face. The sky was blue and cloudless. It was a beautiful sight. When she was captive she forgot how freedom even looked like. She took a deep breath. Her friends were with her and she was healing. The nightmare was over. She opened her mouth to say something, forgetting for a second they had stolen her voice. When no sound came out she remembered she’d never be free of what they had done to her. She looked down.

“Hey, everything okay?” Yang asked, noticing the change in the other girl’s demeanor. Blake nodded as she wrote on the scroll tablet.

“I’m just tired”.

“Well, maybe we should let you rest. It hasn’t even been three hours since you woke up” Weiss said. She was so glad that Blake was getting better. However, she couldn’t stop looking at the bandages on her wrists and neck. There was still a long way to go.

“We’ll get going then. We have a meeting with Ironwood in a couple of hours so we should get ready” Qrow added. The rest of the team seemed to agree with him and started saying their goodbyes. Blake was sad to seem them go but, at the same a time, a little relieved. She wasn’t feeling well enough to interact with so many people at once, even if they were her friends. When they started walking towards the door Jaune stopped to look at the ceiling.  

“Why are the lights on though?” he asked. Now that Maria had opened the window the room was pretty well lit so it seemed unnecessary.

“I’ll get them” Nora said walking towards the wall where the light switch was. Yang didn’t notice what was happening. She was sitting next to the bed staring at Blake as she looked through the window with sad amber eyes. Then they heard it.  

Click.

Blake tried to control herself. She knew it was the light switch. She knew she was no longer wearing the collar. She new she was safe. It didn’t matter. As soon as the click made its way to her ears it was done. Her body reacted on its own even though her mind knew it made no sense. Her blood burned.

“What happened?” Ruby asked, walking back into the room and kneeling besides her sister. Yang held Blake’s hand firmly.

“It’s okay, baby” she whispered in her ear. The girl shivered, an expression of horror captured in her face.

“Is she okay? What happened?” Weiss asked, visibly alarmed.

“She’s having a panic attack” Maria replied. “Everyone just shut up!”

Silence.  

“Breathe” Yang said in a calm tone, looking into Blake’s eyes. The faunus didn’t move. She was paralyzed by fear. The wound in her neck burned. “I’m here. It’s okay”. With those words Blake finally snapped out of it and looked back into lilac eyes. Her breathing started to normalize. Yang moved a hand to cup her cheek.

“What was the trigger?” the old woman asked. One didn’t get to live as much as her without learning a few things about trauma.

“The light switch” Yang said and Nora felt like shit. “They used a shock collar on her and the sound is very similar so it makes her body react”.

“I’m so sorry, Blake I didn’t know…” the redhead tried to apologize but she was interrupted by a calm voice.

“You had no way of knowing” Ren told her holding her hand. She looked at her feet, tears at the corners of her eyes.

“Let’s get going then” Qrow said, leading the team out the door. He didn’t want to make a big deal about what had happened. He felt it would only make the situation more uncomfortable for Blake. He looked at Yang and felt a tug in his heart. She was holding the faunus’ hand as she caressed her hair gently. They had a long way to go before things could be close to normal and he knew his niece was going to suffer. Love did that sort of thing.

“Are you feeling better?” the blonde asked once they were all gone. Blake moved her head sideways and picked up the scroll tablet the doctor had given her.

“I freaked them out” she wrote.

“You didn’t freak them out” Yang replied. “They’re just worried about you”. The faunus looked down. She knew her friends cared for her sincerely and that itself made her feel blessed. And yet the looks of horror in their faces as she came out of the panic attack had made her feel so broken. She used the scroll tablet once more.

“I want to get better”.

“And you will” the blonde said. She knew what dealing with trauma was. She had been chased by dreams of Adam ever since he had cut her arm in Beacon. She recalled how some noises would freak her out, how she would wake up from nightmares sweating and alone. She wasn’t going to let that happen to Blake. This time she was going to be there for her. This time they’d be there for each other.

“Blake” Yang called and the alluded one raised her eyes to look at her. She placed a hand on the back of the faunus’ head and pulled her in for a kiss. Blake closed her eyes and somehow the world was okay. Nothing else mattered but the feeling of lips moving against her own. Yang broke the kiss, moving back abruptly as if she suddenly remembered something. “Have I told you how much I love you?” she said with a look in her eyes that made the faunus’ heart race.

Blake blushed. She knew. A part of her had always known. Sometimes it scared her, knowing Yang cared so much about her. It had put her in danger. It had cost her an arm and yet she was here, saying that she loved her. Blake wanted to say it back. She was so in love. She thought of writing it in the scroll tablet but it felt so empty, so impersonal. How could she say those three words for the first time through a screen? This time it was her that pulled the other one in for a kiss. She promised herself the first thing she would do when she got her voice back was telling Yang she loved her.

Ruby and Weiss went back to the hospital after their meeting with Ironwood. They made their way towards Blake’s room but, once there, they couldn’t bring themselves to enter. The picture in front of them was both sad and heartwarming. Blake was asleep in her bed and there was something in her face that seemed peaceful. She looked considerably better than the first time they had seen her in that hospital room. Next to her was Yang, resting in an impossible position on the chair. In her hands she held a book. Ruby thought maybe she had been reading something to the faunus but at a closer look she realized what her sister’s intention actually was. It seemed Weiss noticed at the same time as her. They exchanged a bittersweet look and left, neither of them able to say anything.

The book on Yang’s hands was entitled “Sign language for beginners”.

[spierfics]

Hdjdkd your fics make me so happy oh my gosbhdhe, but i had a silly fic idea. Basically, a spiderman/love, simon au? Doesn't matter which boy is spiderboy? Thank you again, for sharing your writing with us!! Your writing is so sweet!!

Over the Clouds - Spierfeld Fic

If Bram had known taking AP Chemistry would involve getting bitten by a radioactive spider; one which gave him super strength, insane reflexes, a sixth sense and the ability to shoot webs; Bram would have simply taken Physics.

But Bram had gotten used to the craziness by this point. It had been almost two years since the incident occurred, and more than a year since Spider-Man became a public figure.

The first few months were the toughest, especially since he had nobody to talk to. He had been afraid to speak to Garrett after he’d nearly rendered him unconscious with a pass on the field. The soccer ball had hit Garrett so badly that the school needed to call an ambulance.

Bram quit the team that day.

But Garrett wasn’t someone who quit on his friends, showing up at Bram’s home every day to make sure he was alright. Eventually, Bram told him the truth. It wasn’t like he could hide it forever, especially from someone who was as involved in his life as Garrett was.

“This is the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen,” Garrett said in complete awe when he’d first seen what Bram could do.

“Well, I’m still crap at everything,” Bram shrugged. “Not really a hero,”

“You’re not a hero,” Garrett replied. “You’re a fucking superhero,”

“Oh my god, did you read the latest article on Spidey?” Abby squealed, scrolling through her phone frantically.

Simon barely registered what she was saying, having been momentarily distracted. Bram Greenfeld had just entered the cafeteria.

Sure, Simon had been obsessed with the masked vigilante earlier in the year; but he’d given up on the idea of ever meeting him, let alone imagine a romantic scenario with the two of them together.

Simon wanted to focus on someone more real, and the way that adorable boy smiled at him sometimes made Simon forget that anyone else other than Bram existed. His crush on Bram had started a few months back when he and Bram were selected to help show new students around.

There was something about him, an aura, that he had a secret too. A part of himself that he couldn’t share with everyone, but he wanted to. It was something Simon couldn’t shake off, and since that day, Bram Greenfeld had been on his mind.

“Si! That woman he saved from the condo fire the other day, said she heard him up close and he sounded like her son. She said he sounded like a kid, not a man!” Abby nearly yelled, pulling Simon out of his thoughts.

“What’s your point?” Simon said, finally tearing his attention away from the table across from them.

“That he could be our age!” Abby rationalized. “He’s not necessarily a man, he could just be a regular kid like us,”

“What kind of kid would give up his everyday life to go around saving people?” Leah imposed, “You don’t think people around him would figure that out? Like his family? Or his friends?”

“Not if he was good at keeping secrets,” Abby replied back. “Come on, Nick. Back me up,”

“Hiding such a massive part of your identity from everyone you know,” Nick thought carefully. “Nah, that’s impossible,“

Simon tried his best not to roll his eyes.

It was way past midnight when Bram finally arrived home, way past the curfew he’d set for himself on school nights. It had been a quiet day, for the most part, there was one mugging and three cats in trees that were successfully taken care of.

Then there was the robbery, on a local grocery shop near an intersection. Bram had run into some trouble there, but Bram left that guy unconscious and tied up outside the store for the cops to find. So all in all, it ended pretty well.

Bram mentally checked his agenda, recalling that he’d managed to finish his Math homework during lunch, which he ate on a non-operational crane. His acrophobia was quite a battle in those early days of training, but he’d gotten control over his fear now. The sights he’d gotten to see were some of the most beautiful in his life.

Thinking of beautiful things, Bram’s mind casually drifted to one person; Simon Spier. Bram had only spoken to him a few times, through their common friend, but never on an individual basis. Bram wished he had the courage.

He scoffed out loud. Bram swung from building to building on a daily basis. He had run into burning apartments and physically fought men with guns. But nothing scared him more than having a conversation with his crush.

‘This is why there aren’t any teenage heroes,’ Bram thought to himself, flinching as he took off his suit.

Something was wrong.

It’s been a week since Bram had come to school, and although Simon had not-so-casually brought it up in a conversation with his friends, he hadn’t gotten any answers. He built up the courage, or stupidity, to go ask Garrett who always was by Bram’s side.

“Um, hey, Garrett?”

Garrett looked up from his phone, momentarily confused since they’d hardly ever spoken to each other, but then offered Simon a huge smile.

“Spier! How are you?”

Simon hesitated before sitting down opposite Garrett, he was certain that he wasn’t on a last-name basis with Garrett, who often called his team-mates by their last name. 

Regardless, he seemed like he was in a good mood, and Simon realized that Garrett probably didn’t care about why Simon was asking about Bram.

“I was just wondering…” Simon said in a small voice. “I haven’t seen Bram for a bit. Is he okay?”

Garrett eyed Simon suspiciously as if he were trying to analyze his intentions.

Simon cursed himself, knowing that asking would be a mistake, Garrett was going to find out and he’d tell Bram and then the entire school would…

“Bram pulled something on the pitch a few days ago, and it still hasn’t healed up,” Garrett finally offered. “But I’ll let him know you said ‘hi’,”

“Oh no! No, I was just worried because we’re partnered up in this Chemistry project together and I just hadn’t seen him…” Simon trailed off as he got up.

The thing was, both boys were lying to the other. And both of them knew it. Nick had told all of them that Bram had quit the team a while back. And Garrett knew Bram had vowed to never take another Chemistry class again in his life.

Garrett went to visit Bram that afternoon, sitting at his desk as Bram rested in bed. It was tough seeing his friend like this, knowing that he could do nothing to help him other than cheer him up.

A few days back, ‘Spider-Man’ had interrupted a grocery store robbery, and he must have been distracted because he came back home with a gunshot wound in his arm.

Apparently, he’d been feigning illness a little too well, and his mother let him take a few days off of school. Garrett was tasked with bringing Bram his assignments and a bunch of medical supplies.

“It’s looking better,” Garrett said, eyeing the wound.

“Scrapes and cuts heal up fast, but I guess this one was a little deeper,” Bram replied.

“That bullet nearly took your freaking arm off, and you didn’t even realize until you got home,”

“It was the adrenaline,” Bram explained.

“Aren’t your spider-senses supposed to defend you from that sort of stuff,”

“It did,” Bram defended himself. “That bullet was meant for my chest, I moved out of the way,”

“Fine,” Garrett surrendered. “Spier asked about you today,”

Bram immediately sat up in bed, staring at Garrett and urging him to elaborate.

“I don’t know! He was worried that you haven’t shown up all week, and then he wrote it off to some B.S excuse about being science partners or something,”

Bram couldn’t contain his smile, “I guess I’ll be back at school tomorrow,”

“Ok, Romeo. But remember, you can’t let distractions get the best of you,”

“I’ll try,”

He had a feeling this was going to be a good day, considering that Bram was finally back after his mysterious disappearance, and even offered him a smile as he sat down next to Garrett after lunch.

Their entire History class had a field trip together that day, and Simon was particularly excited since he and Bram were the only ones who knew each other in that class.

The bus ride wasn’t filled with too much entertainment, but somehow he’d found the courage to offer his seat to Bram, who kindly accepted. Bram was so easy to talk to, once they got past the initial shyness, the conversation flowed easily.

By the time they got to the museum, Simon felt like they were inseparable.

“Hey Bram, I think we’re going to head to the café in about twenty minutes…” Simon began but could see that Bram’s expression had suddenly changed.

“Did you feel that?” Bram asked looking around at nothing in particular.

“No,” Simon replied.

“Si, you need to get out of this building. Take as many people as you can with you, okay!” Bram said in a frantic tone.

Simon was momentarily frozen, not knowing whether he should focus on the random change in Bram’s demeanour, the weight of his words or the nickname that Bram had so effortlessly used.

Simon could barely catch his breath, racing out of the building and holding on to Bram’s hand. He didn’t know how Bram was running that fast, but before he knew it they were out of the building.

“It looks like Mr. Sykes got the class out,” Bram commented, counting the number of their classmates.

“What was that,” Simon asked, his voice shaking.

“I don’t know,” Bram answered, keeping his gaze on the upper floors of the museum. “You should join everyone,”

“What about you?” Simon asked, wondering why Bram seemed so preoccupied at a time like this.

“I’ll join you in a second. I’m going to look for some staff members and talk to them,”

“Why? Did you see something,”

“Yeah, I think I did,”

Bram found an abandoned corner of the building, which housed industrial-sized garbage containers. A perfect cover, and within moments Bram was suited up.

He walked back a few steps before slinging a web to the top of the building. He was sure there would be an entrance up there.

Surely enough, there was and as Bram carefully stepped into the building, he could hear voices. There were four men, definitely armed and Bram planned the entire fight out.

Within seconds, he climbed up on the ceiling, taking advantage of the one who was a lookout and knocking him out cold.

One seemed to be focused on a large piece of artillery, something that could have caused the explosion, while the other two seemed to be looking at blueprints. Bram decided to go after the two, knocking their heads together in one go.

The last one turned around in a panicked state and fired his handgun at Bram. He managed to dodge them without much effort and managed to swing the gun right out of his hands. Another web pulled the final criminal towards him, and Bram used the leverage to kick him down into unconsciousness.

Tying up the criminals was always the most difficult part, as Bram always worried one would wake up and move around, but the four of them were wrapped around a pillar within ten minutes.

Bram shook his head, why couldn’t he have one day off.

Next, Bram checked the main floors for anyone who wasn’t in the building and then exited the museum.  He took a moment to address everyone in the crowd, ensuring them that they were all safe, and he’d taken care of those who were involved in the crime.

“Please let the authorities know that they’ll find the four men in the northwest section of the enclave in the upper level. They’ve been disarmed and the artillery is military-grade. If anyone’s in serious need of medical attention, I can get them to a hospital right now,”

“We’re missing people!” Mr. Sykes called out to him, and Bram panicked before remembering he was a student too.

“How many people?” Bram asked, trying to deepen his voice.

“Two of my students. Bram Greenfeld and Simon Spier,”

“Simon?”

“Yes, and Abraham Greenfeld. According to some of my kids, Simon went to look for his friend,”

“And you let him?!” Bram yelled but caught himself in time before he went too far. “Sorry, I’ll go look for the two of them, just please keep everyone else safe,”

Mr. Sykes nodded, slightly backing away in fear.

Simon knew that sneaking into the building wasn’t the smartest thing to do, but he couldn’t imagine leaving Bram in that type of danger. Currently, he was stuck in an elevator, which had stopped working halfway through.

The lights were flickering on and off, and Simon was sure he’d heard gunshots. It was only a matter of time before someone found him, and it could mean either rescue or something worse.

It felt like forever before he heard another sound, and Simon wasn’t sure if he was imagining those sounds. Someone was calling his name, and he was ninety percent sure any criminals wouldn’t be on a first-name basis with him.

“Simon! Are you here?”

For some reason, Simon thought he recognized that voice, so he shouted back: “Bram! I’m in here!”

The elevator doors began creaking, and Simon knew there was no earthly way Bram could open those with his bare hands. And he was correct because it wasn’t Bram.

“Spider-Man?”

“Hey, are you alright?”

Simon felt like that the masked vigilante sounded eerily similar to Bram, but blamed it on the frantic situation he was in.

“Y-Yeah. I’m okay,” Simon stuttered. “Are you alright?”

Spider-Man seemed to be confused, and paused before saying, “Nobody’s ever asked me that before,”

Simon couldn’t see it, but he was sure that the guy beneath the mask was smiling at him.

“I’m gonna step into the elevator okay? And then I’m going to help you out. This elevator is stuck between two floors, so there’s a bit of a drop, but you’re gonna be safe, understand?”

“Got it,”

“Okay. I’m stepping in now,”

Spider-Man took a step inside and Simon could feel the structure shake beneath him; the hero beside him could clearly feel it too. Spider-Man carefully opened the hatch above them and seemed to be measuring the space mentally.

Then he offered his hand to Simon, who took it slowly.

“Just hold on as tight as you can, okay. And don’t look down,”

Simon wrapped one arm around his shoulder and the other around his neck, holding on as tight as possible. In a flash, Spidey shot a web up and Simon could feel himself being yanked upwards. He closed his eyes shut, but the sound of the crash was unmistakable. That could have been him.

When he felt his feet on solid ground, Simon finally opened up his eyes. He was clearly high up, higher than he’d ever been before. Looking down at the crowd below, he realized he was on the roof of the building.

“You’re okay,” Spider-Man offered him some comfort.

“Did you find Bram?”

The masked hero waited a moment before responding. “Bram?”

“He’s my…” Simon paused. “He’s my friend, the one I went back in looking for,”

“I wouldn’t advise doing that in the future,” the disguised hero replied sternly. “There was nobody else in the building, but I’ll keep an eye out for him,”

“Okay. Thanks for saving me and everything,” Simon said to him casually, “let me know if there’s any way I can pay you back.”

Simon was certain he had just made Spider-Man laugh, and he could definitely put that down on his bucket list.

After dropping off Simon with the crowd, Bram changed back into his regular clothes within a matter of minutes and raced back around the building.

“Bram!” Simon said, as soon as he saw him, running up and wrapping his arms around him in a hug. “Are you hurt?”

“No. I’m fine. I went looking for you,”

“So did I,” Simon replied. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Bram nodded. “Are you?”

“Yeah, got into a little bit of trouble, but I got out of it just fine. Met Spider-Man,” Simon shrugged, sporting a shy smile.

“Oh?” Bram returned his smile.

“He’s not all that he’s hyped up to be,” Simon replied jokingly.

Arriving home, his mother greeted with a tight hug, refusing to let him go for a number of minutes. 

‘If only she knew’ Bram thought to himself. 

As the day turned into night, Bram went over the day’s events in his mind. He had an urge to swing on by to Simon’s house, in full costume, knowing that it was probably the dumbest thing he could ever do. Maybe this was why crushes and heroism didn’t mix well together, but Bram had to remember he was a teenager, and priorities were always muddled.

He paced around back and forth in his room, putting the mask on and off wondering who would impress Simon more. He knew the obvious answer was Spidey, but Bram had a feeling that he and Simon had gotten off considerably well throughout the day. Simon had actually gone looking for him, and that had to mean something.

He almost missed the knock on his door, and barely had time to shove the mask under his bed.

“Honey?” Bram’s mom opened the door an inch. “There’s someone here to see you?”

“Garrett?”

“Nope,” Bram’s mom replied mysteriously.

Bram walked down the stairs and was pleasantly surprised to see Simon in his foyer.

“Si?” Bram said, walking up to him, face riddled with confusion. 

“Hey, Bram. I-I wanted to see how you were doing, after today,” Simon shuffled in place.

“We can step outside,” Bram offered, wondering if Simon wanted to talk alone.

They sat together on their front porch, and Simon tried to keep his breathing under control. He had no idea how he’d built up the courage to do this, but he knew he had to.

If his experience today had taught him anything, it was that nothing was promised, not even the next moment. Today could have ended very differently for him, for Bram, and for everyone there. And he knew that someone wouldn’t always be there to save them.

He needed to let Bram know the truth.

“I like you,” Simon blurted out as soon as they sat down.

“What?”

“I know that sounds fucking weird to hear, and I don’t even know if you like guys, or let alone like me…but I could have died today and I realized that I couldn’t let a day go by without letting you know that…”

“Si?” Bram interrupted.

“Yeah?”

“In case you haven’t noticed, I like you too. A lot,” Bram replied.

“Oh?”

“And if it’s okay with you, I’d really like to kiss you,”

“That’s more than okay,”

Bram carefully leaned in to close the distance, closing his eyes in time. He felt the gentlest movement against his mouth and Bram felt his heart skip a beat. Simon was kissing him back.

Bram wanted to stay in this moment for as long as he could, but he knew that this one act was going to change everything. This was going to be another person who he’d either be keeping a secret from, or to whom he’d be confessing a heavy truth. This was someone who’s safety could be used against him. Someone with whom he would fall in love.

But Bram pushed away those intrusive thoughts, giving his all to the kiss. At that moment, he decided, nothing else was going to matter. No bad guys, no overbearing stress, not his secret identity; nobody existed outside of the bubble of himself and the boy in his arms.

There would come a time where he’d have to trust Simon with everything, and Bram had an inkling it would turn out fine. After all, Simon owed him one.

[cieloxcnco]

yo te haré mía (cnco) - ch9

Chapter 9

Words: 3,200+

Warnings: first scene has light implications of smut. second scene you’re fine. third gets a little raunchy but not down and dirty.

A/N: all necessary things to lead up to Ch 10 when the real shit starts going down. sorry you waited so long for something so meh, but it gets better. swear. chapter 8 is here if you want to catch up.

Zabdiel slid his heavy steel rings off his fingers into a jewelry dish on the nightstand as he sat on the edge of his side of the bed, heaving out a sigh. “He's finally asleep.” Isabella muttered in assent, brushing her hair out over her shoulder before sliding beneath the bedsheets. “I feel horrible,” he grumbled, rubbing his palms over his cropped hair. “I do miss spending time with him. I feel like this whole album has taken over everything.” He rolled his shoulders with an audible huff, shedding his t-shirt and making short work of sliding his jeans to the ground. Grouping the laundry together in a ball he tossed it into the hamper, a small grin at the victory. “It should all be better once the new album is done.” Isa rolled to the inside of the bed, facing toward him for a change. “And after the album is promotional things and interviews, after promo is a tour, and after a tour is another album. There’s no slowing down or stopping, Zabdiel.” He collapsed into the pillow beside her, his arm thrown haphazardly over his eyes, almost in defeat. She tucked her hands under her head. “The cycle of your career won’t stop. And the difficulty with your family won’t stop until you show some effort.” He lifted his arm off his face and lowered his gaze to meet hers. “We're not only talking about Joaquin anymore, are we?” Isa looked down toward the lump in the sheets where her toes were hiding. “You have to understand,” she began slowly, “how alone all of this has made me feel.” He huffed, throwing his arm down on the mattress beside him. “How am I supposed to know how you feel if you don’t tell me?” She still couldn’t look to his face. “How am I supposed to tell you how to parent, how to be a husband? Your sole focus right now is being a musician. It’s frustrating when the people on the outside of it have to cope without you, but it’s been so long we’ve gotten used to the situation. It just doesn’t make it easier to stomach.” Zabdiel stared up at the ceiling, clearly ingesting her words and now deep in thought. He was silent for a few minutes, no sound but their slow breathing. She knew that she had probably been harsher with him than was necessary, but clearly it had made an impact. She was just sure it would change nothing. “I promised you,” he started slowly, turning his body towards hers and trailing his hand down her arm until it clasped hers, “that I would be faithful, loyal, and loving, and I haven’t been that to you in a long time. I’ve taken you for granted and I’m sorry.” The shock set in and her mouth was too dry for her to speak. He squeezed her hand affectionately. “Maybe a little island getaway for the two of us before the baby comes?” She was a lot more hesitant about it than her immediate response let on. “I know that you need new inspiration for your love song. Being so tranquil and relaxed on vacation will make you a better songwriter.” “Amor, no.” Her gaze still focused away from him, he leaned down so his lips could meet hers. Surprised by the kiss, she looked up and met his eyes. “I want to be a better man for my family, a better father, a better husband for you.” She shook her head against the pillow, tracing her fingertips over his that were tightly clutching the pillow from underneath. “You can’t do that and put your music on the sidelines.” He shook his head in agreement. “No, es cierto, pero I can take small steps to show you all you mean to me. Saying it is only one part. You deserve to be shown it.” He sat up on his knees to be able to reach into the drawer in the table of the nearby nightstand. “I had this to give to you when we were going to go out tonight, but we didn’t really get that chance.” Retrieving a small jewelry box, he presented it in his hand that lay in his lap. She sat up beside him, hesitantly examining the box with her eyes, unsure if she should reach for it. “Izzy,” he chuckled, “I promise it won’t bite you.” Lifting the lid, she revealed inside a small silver oval locket. Engraved across the front were the the words “te recibo a ti” and in flipping to the back to find the opening there was the continuation “y me entrego a ti”,  a line of the vows they’d made at their wedding. A button sat below the hook of where the locket connected to the thin chain and pressing the button lightly opened the hinge of the locket. On the left panel was a thin layer of glass covering a backdrop of diamonds, a miniature blue orchid like that of her wedding bouquet pressed between. The right panel held a small photograph of the two from their wedding, staring into each other’s eyes with unmistakably genuine smiles. He lowered his head to be able to press his lips against her forehead. “Te lo prometí, mi amor, and I’m sorry I haven’t been acting like it. Pero te amo, y siempre te amaré.” The genuine thought and effort to create something so meaningful struck a chord in her heart. For so long, she had believed him incapable of any sort of effort involving her. Perhaps she had lost the will to put forth effort when she thought he had also given up. But he clearly hadn’t. The tears that were threatening to fall from her eyes were stopped as she shut them to pull him close and kiss him deeply. He shuffled the box back to the nightstand as he lost himself in her lips. And as his body fit to hers and they physically reconnected, she had to think that this was the connection that they had both been missing. And as they laid tangled in each other afterwards and he fell into peaceful sleep at her side, she couldn't help but stay awake wondering if now that they were trying to mend things if her secrets with Christopher would be too much to overcome.

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Chris was never early to anything. Ever. But the lack of sleep he’d had the night before had him awake anyway, so he figured he might as well head to the dance studio for choreography rehearsal. It might have even given him time to relax and take his mind off of his best friend’s wife. If his best friend hadn’t been the only other person in the room. “Hey, man, ¿como estas?” Zabdiel was always so energetic even before caffeine and it was almost frightening. “Exhausted pero estoy aquí," he mumbled, rubbing his palms over his face. “¿Quieres café?” Zabdiel offered, reaching for his wallet and ready to run down the block to the Starbucks. “Nah, esta bien,” he murmured. “I already had a cup when I left.” He didn't want to admit that it was to shake how drunk he still had been from the night before. Knowing that Zabdiel was spending a romantic night with the woman that should have been in bed with him had been too much to mentally handle while sober. “You’ve been pulling late nights with Krista for a while though, hermano,” Zabdiel mused. “¿Que esta pasando?” “She’s stressing me out, bro,” he groaned, the still tipsy mind revealing the true thoughts he usually kept under wraps. “I get that everyone is talking about us and the new music. It’s bringing publicity like it was supposed to. I just can’t stand being around her anymore and she tries to make it real. I don’t want it.” Zabdiel studied his friend’s expression and how the stress didn’t leave his face when the alleged cause had been spoken. “That’s not all.” Chris tugged on the brim of his fitted cap and pulled it slightly over his eyes as he sat down against the mirrored wall. The only time Zabdiel had seen his bandmate engaged and excited lately was when he had been in the studio texting that girl, then writing that passionate ballad. “¿Crees que no estas feliz con ella porque estas pensando en otra?” Zabdiel chuckled. With the silence that followed, he quickly realized that it was less of a joke than it was hitting the nail on the head. “Si no estas feliz y quieres otra mujer,” he said softly, “¿por que no puedes acabar lo que tienes con Krista para empezar algo con la otra?” “It’s not that simple,” Chris muttered. “Why not?” Zabdiel asked, ending his bicep stretch and shrugging his shoulders to loosen them. “La otra esta casada,” Chris confessed. Zabdiel chuckled again before the uncomfortable realization sank in again that he again was not joking. “¿En serio?” “I know, man. It’s fucked up.” Christopher tossed his cap to the floor between his feet. “I knew her before she was married. And she’s told me she’s in love with me too. She just… She won’t leave him. And I don’t know what more I can do. I don’t want to break up a home but… Estoy tan enamorado. I… can’t live without her.” Zabdiel anxiously gnawed on the top of his water bottle. He couldn’t dare tell Chris of his secret that he had not taken those sacred religious vows as sincerely as he ought to have. But he understood the pull of love in the positive and the negative directions, and he refused to allow his friend to suffer with no love at all. “Pues, if you both are in love, it will work itself out. It’s complicated but you should hold on to something if it’s that undeniable type of love.” Christopher fiddled with the sideswept tendrils of his angled bang, letting out a nervous exhale. “How can a man who has a wife tell me to steal one?” “If she loved him enough,” he asserted, “then she never would have began anything with you at all.” Christopher exhaled heavily through his taut lips. "Tal vez.” “Sabes," Zabdiel reasoned, “If you feel love for her and her marido does not, then it’s time for it to be done and for the both of you to be together.” “How can you tell me that? You’re married. Imagínate-“ And Christopher stopped at once, realizing just what he was asking Zabdiel to envision. Zabdiel shook his head. “If her heart doesn’t belong to him, you’re not wrong.” Christopher scoffed. “Someone as pious as you- you don’t believe marriage is sacred? A commitment before God? How can you give me advice when you…” “Marriage is difficult. No one involved in one is ever perfect. I’m sure Izzy and I have not been perfect. But love is different than marriage. Love is something I understand, and I know how you must feel. You can’t let go of what you feel.” He sat across from Chris, still toying with the plastic spout on his water bottle. “It’s more complicated than that,” Chris whispered, regretting having allowed the subject to surface at all. Zabdiel continued, “Fear isn’t as strong as love. And I know the situation is scary, but you have to fight for her. You love her, right?” Chris kept his eyes pinned to the floor. “I’m in love with her. I can’t imagine my life without her. I look at my future and I see myself with her.” Zabdiel shrugged. “Well you have your answer.” Christopher toyed with his shoelaces, anxiously needing to busy his fingers. “It’s wrong. She has a husband and a life. I’m trying to let her go and let her be happy.” Zabdiel studied his friend’s nervous movements, trying to read what Christopher left unspoken. “You’re still having sex with her?” Again his silence was enough of an answer. “Then you’re not really trying to let her go.” Chris shook his head. “I want to do the right thing. I’m just in love with her, bro, and she loves me. She just won’t leave him.” Zabdiel leaned over and clapped his hand on Christopher’s shoulder. “It will work itself out. And you know I’m always here for you.” “Gracias, man,” Chris said, flipping his fitted cap on backwards and rocking his head back and forth to each shoulder as if it would shake the thoughts of her out of his mind. Zabdiel gave an acknowledging nod, trying to rid himself of his own advice. If they’d really been in love, one wouldn’t have strayed to start with. Maybe he didn’t… Maybe his indiscretions with Krista were telling him that it was over with Isabella and this trying to make it work was a futile effort. Richard, Joel, and Erick walked in with their coffee a moment later, joking and laughing from whatever they had spoken about on their trip. “¿Listos, chicos?” Richard asked, throwing down his cinch sack and taking a long chug of his iced macchiato. Clara pushed the doors open behind them and rushed ahead to stand in the center of them all. “Stop. Everything.” she panted. “We’re not rehearsing today.” “¿De que hablas?" Erick asked, tilting his head like a puppy who had just heard a foreign sound for the first time. “We’re going out and celebrating,” she started with her trademark beaming grin. “¿Estamos celebrando que?” Erick pushed. “You guys,” she squealed, “were just nominated for a Grammy for Album of the Year.”

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The evening had spun out of control pretty quickly. The early afternoon was all the boys huddled in the dance studio, tweeting and posting to their instagram stories about the Grammy details. They eventually made their way back to SONY to go over specifics for promotion, did a Skype call with Ricky Martin from the conference room, and called in to three radio stations for interviews and congratulations. Only then did they get the opportunity to call everyone they knew, who already knew because of the social media posts. It was decided that the evening would be made into an impromptu party at Zabdiel’s house. Noemi was more than happy to take her grandchildren for an unplanned sleepover so her son could have the chance to properly celebrate with his friends. There was always enough liquor in the spread of their basement to take care of all friends, production, and family. And it had all night long. Isabella being so far along pregnant couldn’t drink so just tended to all of her husband’s guests. Most of the producers, DJs, and fellow artists in their circle had left after one in the morning. Clara caught an Uber back to her AirBNB with Kevin about two hours after. Joel had been playing billiards with Chris but disappeared about half an hour before in search of a snack and had yet to return. Yashua and Richard were aggressively playing basketball on the court right outside. Erick had been playing Xbox games alone but had stumbled up the stairs to find Joel for further competition and had been lost for ten minutes. Zabdiel, as was common in most situations, had sat on a corner of the couch and fallen asleep. Having consumed more than his fair share of alcohol, there would be no waking him now. Chris had thought this out almost strategically. His celebration would be best experienced sober when the rest had ended their night and he got the opportunity to be alone with her. He had a few drinks sporadically throughout the night, but to keep up appearances only, not to drink to excess. He placed his pool cue on the table and stepped quietly over as Isa covered her snoring husband with a blanket. "¿Necesitas ayuda?" "No, estoy bien, gracias,” she said softly, visibly stiffening. “Gracias por todo lo que has hecho esta noche, amorcita,” Chris breathed, skating his hands up her hips and breathing softly against her ear. “Christopher, what are you doing?” she hissed, knowing she should break away but falling further back into his embrace. “What I’ve wanted to do all night,” he murmured, kissing a path down from her temple to the base of her neck. “Are you insane? Zabdi is right here,” she seethed, wriggling in his arms. She stared at her husband’s sleeping body beside her and gasped, but felt electricity surge through her as Christopher’s hands stroked down to the apex of her thighs. “Y el no tiene que saber nada,” he groaned, pressing into her. “Todavía estoy enojada contigo,” she moaned quietly, winding her waist against his. “Obviously.” He nipped at the nape of her neck and slipped his hand into her jeans. “We need to stop taking shots at each other and just accept we’re in love and this isn’t over.” His fingertip touched her clit and she clutched his wrists for stability. “Amor,” she exclaimed, begging for nothing specific but she didn’t need to say it. “You want it,” he insisted, his growing desire pressing into her from behind. “I know it. You push me away but it’s because you’re scared by how much you need me.” “Christopher,” she gasped. Zabdiel stirred in his sleep and Isa jumped, jerking her body to the side which only made the friction of Chris’ hand send more sensation up her spine. “Ay, Dios mio.” “I shouldn’t have pushed about the baby,” he murmured, now pulling the collar of her top down so he could lay open mouthed kisses on her shoulder. He feared her moving away again but saw she was too lost in pleasure to react. “I’m sorry. I just love you. I want you. I want all of you.” “Fuck me, papi,” she pleaded, leaning forward to grip the back of the couch. Chris withdrew his hand and smirked, sarcastically repeating her warning. “Are you insane? Zabdi is right here.” “A mi no me importa,” she sighed, turning to face him and gripping the back of his neck to pull his head down to meet hers. She kissed him fiercely, threading her fingers through his hair and pulling him as close as her belly bump allowed them. It was an immediate spark that ignited a wildfire. It didn’t matter how wrong it was- something this intense could not be so easily extinguished. He roared into her mouth as he kissed her, his one hand sliding up her back and his other sliding to grab her ass. He took a brief breath between their parted lips just to say, “Lo siento. Te amo tanto,” before pouring himself back into their kiss. In the back of his mind he realized that he shouldn’t be debating about whether to set her down on all fours next to her unconscious husband or to bring her up to bed, but the thought was all that was running through his mind. He stopped again to ask how she wanted to continue, only to hear stammering from the staircase. “¿Q- Que hacen?” Isa and Chris both whipped their heads around to see Erick, mouth agape, staring at them from the doorway, surely having seen the entire thing.

- chapter 10 is now here

[billyboisfangirlarmy]

The Bowers Girl

Patrick x Bowers!Sister!Reader

(Y/n) is the sweet sis of Henry Bowers. But what happens what she becomes infatuated with the Phycho of Derry?

This is a series!!

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(Y/n) POV:

I swept my bag over my shoulder and hurried out of the car quickly. The car filled with the best trash Derry could form together. The four boys I hate to even call acquaintances, and even worse one of them is blood related. Henry is my big brother by one year. He’s different to say the least. Growing up with him is difficult. It has been ever since mom left and dad started drinking a whole lot more than he should. He hurt Henry on a regular basis. He’s never been physically abusive to me, but it doesn’t mean he isn’t abusive at all. He plays mind games with me. He’ll manipulate me into doing the things he finds fit and then brushes me away as if his daughter means nothing to him. Which it doesn’t.

Victor is nice, quite, and he can be a little annoying, but one of the better out of the four. Belch is the nicest one. He’s like the big teddy bear who would protect me if I ever got into trouble, but it still doesn’t change the fact of what he does is wrong.

Then lastly comes Patrick. He’s dangerous to say the very least. He’s always avoided me. Well physical contact at least. He’ll speak to me briefly, but once when my fingertips brushed over his knee as I was getting into the car, he freaked out. Viciously rubbing away anything I would’ve left behind. Ever since the slight brush of contact he does his very best to avoid touching me.

I look over my shoulder seeing my brother hop out trying to look like a hardass. I roll my eyes turning back to the front and going inside the building. I waste no time going to my class and seeing my friends all piled up in their seats. I walk over setting my bag on the floor and taking my seat next to Richie Tozier. “Hello, hello, hello beauty. Where’s your beast? I’ll fill the spot if it’s empty!” He speaks in an accent and leans on me. I push him off laughing. “Empty and it’s staying empty.” “Y-Yeah. Can you even think of what would happen if B-Bowers found out you w-w-were with anyone?” Bill says knowing my brother would beat any boy to a bloody pulp for treating me with any more than friendly eyes.

“You should come to the quarry with us today (Y/n)!” I roll my eyes at the comment. “I’ve been trying to go with you guys for the past year. I don’t think it’s going to happen.” Bill huffs and goes to sit in his seat. I feel really bad for blowing them off so many times, but it’s not like I can say I’m going out with the group my brother hates. He’d surely kill me!

Class goes on as usual, right up until Patrick strolls in late. “Ah Mr. Hockstetter. 30 minutes late. A new record, even on the last day of class. Please take your seat.” The teacher says to him, not asking for a hall pass because it would be pointless. He looks at me and sits down beside me where he was placed.

I feel his dark eyes drifting over my body. The slight sting of the pupils causing beads of sweat to magically appear. I turn to my right to see him staring at me. “What is it?” He smirks seeing my noticeable nervousness. “We’re all going camping tonight. So Henry said you’d want to stay somewhere else. Or you could go with us, but that’s not happening.” I look at him bewildered. “And why not? I can go if I want.” Patrick rolls his eyes and laughs mumbling something I cannot make out.

I turn to Bill to my left and wink at him. He smiles knowing I’ll be sneaking out after school to see my friends.

The day continues on normally up until I prance outside to see the thunderbird pulling away. “Wait! Henry! What the fuck!” I catch Belch’s attention and he looks confused as ever. Henry points forward, but Belch declines. “Henry what the hell? Are you trying to leave me stranded?” He looks at me with blank eyes. “Think twice before talking with those losers. You can walk home.” Belch looks at me apologetically and slowly pulls off at Henry’s orders.

I walk over to Stan who is walking alongside the other boys. “Hey there guys.” they all turn to me in shock. “Whoa! (y/n) Bowers actually going to have some fun for a change?” “Shut up Richie!” “We’re all really glad you’re here (y/n). You can meet Ben!” Eddie says as he motions to a little fat boy.

I smile and stick my hand out for him. “Hi, my name’s (y/n) Bowers.” At the mention of my last name he backs away slowly. “S-she wont hu-urt us Ben. She’s the n-nice one.” Ben physically lets down his brick wall and shakes my hand. “I’m sorry. Henry just really scares me. I had a run in with him last week.” Ben pulls up his shirt allowing me to view the H carved into his skin. The wound scabby and red. My eyes stare longer than they should.

I look up to meet Ben’s eyes with mine full of sorrow. “I’m so sorry Ben. I do know he did get punished for losing his knife. I guess this was around the same time. I wish I could’ve stopped him.” Ben shrugs pulling his shirt down. “It’s fine. You don’t have to apologize. I’m just glad there’s a Bowers out here who doesn’t hate us.” We all laugh at Ben’s sad by truthful statement.

As we make our way to the Quarry an omnibus feeling consumes me. I look down at the storm drain as we pass and for a second I think I see something or maybe even someone, but when I look closer nothing is there. Damn mind tricks.

I look over the edge at the quarry and feel myself sink with fear. “Who wants to go first?” Richie asks looking over as well. I back up letting the boys handle it. “Are you not going to jump in (Y/N)?” Stan asks looking over at me. “Um, I think I’ll just sit up here and tan. I need it anyway and-” “I’ll go!” another voice rips through the statement I was making. I turn to see a girl with short red hair and a pretty smile. She strips of her dress and runs off the edge without thought.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” Richie screams as he watches her plummet into the water. “We just got shown up by a girl!” I smirk and whip my dress over my head as well. “Make that two girls!” I laugh as I jump off the edge and into the water.

Once I resurface I face the girl. “Hi.” She laughs. “Hey.” “Nice way to meet, I’m (Y/n) by the way.” “Beverly Marsh.” She smiles sweetly. Beverly Marsh. I’ve heard that name before. She’s the young girl every other girl calls the school slut. Especially Getta. But by the looks of it she’s no more than an average girl. A girl like me.

The boys jump in with the help of Richie. Each of them screaming as they make their way down. We spend the day just laughing and spending time with each other. Enjoying the company of the lovely bond we all hold.

We all sit upon the top of the rocks just enjoying the sun. “Schools out for summer!” Richie screams in an accent munching on some snack from Ben’s bag. He pulls out a folder opening it. “What’s with the history project?” I sit up and move to view the folder. “Oh well, when I first moved here, I really didn't have anyone to hang out with so I just started spending time in the library.” “You went to the library? On purpose?” Richie asks in shock. I look over the words spalling the paper. “What's the Black Spot?” “The Black Spot was a nightclub that was burned down years ago by that racist cult.” I explain knowing my brothers horrible agreement with the action. “The what?” “Don't you watch Geraldo?”

“Why's it all murders and missing kids?” I ask looking at the many article of the new prints. “Derry's not like any town I've ever been in before. They did a study once… it turns out people die or disappear six times the national average.” I look over feeling the chills reach the back of my neck.

“Not just grown-ups. Kids are like worse way, way worse. I've got more stuff, if you want to see it.”

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We all walk up the stairs to Ben’s room. Have to say I’m a little excited! This is the first time in a long time I’ve been able to see and hang out with my friends. Ben opens his door revealing the wall full of posted new prints of Derry. “Woah, woah, woah, wow!” Richie says looking around. “Cool, huh?” Ben asks smiling. “No, nothing cool. There's nothing cool. Well this is cool, wait, no it's not.” Richie says viewing more things around the room. I elbow him sharply. “Beep Beep Richie.”

“What's that?” I ask looking at a long page on the wall. “That? That's the charter for Derry Township.”

“Nerd alert.” I turn to Richie with threatening eyes. “Do I have to hit you again?” Richie slide away from me with his hands up in surrender.

“Actually, it's really interesting. Derry started as a beaver trapping camp. Ninety-one people signed

the charter that made Derry, But later that winter, they all disappeared without a trace.” Ben explains bringing the chills up my spine.

“The entire camp?” “There were rumors of Indians...but no sign of an attack. Everyone thought it was

a plague or something. But it's like… one day everybody just woke up and left. The only clue was a trail of clothes leading to the well-house.” my eyes scan over the drawn page upon the wall when everyone signed the charter. It looks just the same as any other, everything is similar besides one person. One person in the corner with a menacing smile and a large head, and a evil set of eyes. The more I stare at it the creepier it gets. I could’ve sworn I saw it move.

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[mrneighbourlove]

Filling the Emptiness: Ch 3. In Each others Thoughts

Leere ran back home, the biggest smile on her face. She waved to Luimaya, the young princess walking back to her chambers getting ready for bed. “Hello dear!”

Luimaya smiled and waved back. She wondered why Leere was so chipper. “Hello auntie Leere. You have a good day?”

“I had the most excellent day. Go get lots of sleep. It’ll help for the day tomorrow!”

Rinku had only recently gotten back from her monster hunting trip. Seeing Leere though, her energy quickly returned. She was excited to hear how the date went. “Hey Sis! How’d it go?”

Leere fluffed the hair out of her eyes, her body slightly shaking from the excitement as she turned to Rinku. “Really, really well.”

Rinku paused. “You gonna see her again?”

Leere paused as well, and after a moment of suspense, slowly nodded her head. “Yeah.”

Rinku broke out into an excited scream, Leere joining her in giggles of wonder. “OH MY GOD! THAT’S AMAZING! I’M SO HAPPY FOR YOU!!!”

Leere laughed as Rinku spun her around. When her blonde sister got happy, she tried to express it with physical hugs.

“It went so well! She was patient and understanding with me. She also has the cutest accent ever!”

“Really? Tell me more!”

“She works for the Lon Lon Ranch. I think she’ll even inherent the whole business soon!”

“That’s cool! You got yourself an amazing catch!”

Covarog and Zelda came walking towards all the racket that was keeping them up. Their mother squinted her eyes at the two ladies. “What is all the commotion for?”

Rinku grinned to her brother and mother, giggling with excitement. “Leere’s got a giiiiiiirlfriend~”

Zelda held surprise on her face, her wrinkles squishing. “Really? Is that so?”

“Yes. Her name’s Sunny. She works at the Lon Lon Ranch and does so much work for the kingdom. She’s very passionate and has a kind soul.”

“Wait, is she Hylian?”

“Yes. Her family owns the Milk business. And we’re going to see one another again.”

Zelda took note of that. A tiny part of her always hoped Leere would come around to marrying a royal of Danjur, but the old Queen was still extremely proud of her daughter. She could see the passion Leere held as she talked about this Sunny woman.

Covarog ran up and gave his elder sister a deep hug, engulfing the tiny woman in his arms and chest. “I’m so happy for you! You finally found someone in your life!”

“C-Cov! You’re suffocating me!”

Taking Leere out of his chest she was red face as she caught her breath. Putting her down he patted her head. “Sorry about that. But seriously Leere, this is great! When are you bringing her over?”

That took Leere off guard. “W-what?”

Zelda nodded, agreeing with her son. “I’d very much like to meet her too.”

Rinku snapped her finger in agreement. “And Dad will want to see her too!”

Leere gulped. Ganondorf could have the potential to be a tad overbearing. “I-I’m sure she’ll love to come over when we have the time…”

“Oh come on, sis. Everyone would love to meet her! You aren’t embarrassed of us are you?”

Leere felt sweat drops as all three of them leaned in. The peer pressure made her squeak out a response. “N-no. Of course not.”

“So we can see her soon right! I want to met the woman who ensnared my sisters heart.”

Covarog grinned mischievously. “Careful Rinku. I think you might be ‘embarrassing’.”

Leere glared at her siblings. “You can see her soon. So stop being overbearing about it.”

“But what’s soon?!” Rinku was much older now, but she always held this free air about her, even now. When something was on her mind, it was hard for her to be patient about it.

“Soon-soon.”

The Zelda shook her head, pulling Rinku back by the scruff of her shirt. “We are all looking forward to it Rinku, but Leere needs sleep. In fact, we all do.”

Rinku sighed heavily and overdramatically. “But that will take forever. Surely you’re as excited as I am.”

“You beat I am.” Covarog rubbed his darker haired sister’s cheeks in teasing fun. “Our little Leere has grown up~”

“Covarog I swear to god, I will string up a body in your room. Somewhere.”

Covarog patted Leere’s back, chuckling in worry. “Oh come on, we’re all just having good fun.”

His sister waved her hand from her eyes to his. “Better watch out. I may be small, but I can still get you to scream any time.”

“Please don’t.”

“Both of you, enough.” Zelda shook her head. Even as full grown adults, they still acted to immature with each other. “Bed. Now.”

All three children nodded. Leere felt her smile return at going back to just thinking about Sunny. Rinku picked up on Leere’s energy and felt a deep happiness for her.

~

Sunny yawned as she awoke, stretching her limbs out. She had gained a good nights rest and her thoughts went to Leere as soon her brain started to wake up. She was going to be dating a princess. How insane a concept was that? Applying some fairy jell to her skin to keep it clear, she splashed some water to soak it in, and changed into her work clothes. Once she was prepared to conquer the morning, she opened her door to the rest of the ranch. It was a beautiful day out, and lots of work had to get done. She waved to a few of the other farmers letting the horses out of the stables to get some air.

Checking on the cucco’s first, she distributed enough bird seed for them all. The pigs received loathes of cabbages. Checking on the cows she found her brothers pumping out the milk.

“How’d your day go yesterday Sunny?”

“Really good Apollo. I had a date.”

Her second brother, Cosmo, shouted from behind his cow. “You did? With who? Some bar girl?”

Sunny giggled. “No. I had a date with Princess Leere.”

Both brothers exploded in shock. One of the cows mooed loudly as Apollo pulled too hard on an utter. “YOU HAD A DATE WITH WHO?!”

“SHE SAID IT WAS WITH THE PRINCESS!!!”

“WHAT’S SHE LIKE?!”

Sunny giggled more at their surprise. Checking the barrels and jars for milk were clean she continued her conversation with Apollo as Cosmo ran to get his other sisters. “It was really pleasant actually. She’s fiery, but also has a lot hurt in her heart. I don’t think she gets out often.”

“Isn’t she supposed to be really old? I saw her perform at the Brazier once, she looks really young instead. You think she has the same fairy products as you to keep her skin fresh?”

“Now Apollo. It’s rude to discuss a ladies age.”

“I’m just asking, geez. So how’d you meet?”

“At the milk bar actually.”

Cosmo burst in with his two sisters, Galexia and Luna. Galexia had finished stacking all the boxes to be shipped out to town, and Luna was cleaning returned milk bottles when their brother had ran in excitedly. Each one of them had gotten married by now, Galexia and Apollo even having kids of their own, but Sunny never managed to found anything that stuck. Between the job and her being gay, they wondered if she ever would.

Galexia stared in disbelief at Sunny from the news that Cosmo could barely get out. “You managed to date Princess Leere?”

“Yes. I did.”

“She’s gay?”

Luna, the youngest, nodded. “I saw her at a bar trying to hit on some of the waiters once.”

Sunny’s brothers and sisters gathered around. They wanted to know all the details. “Leere is a very interesting woman. She’s a real go getter.”

“So you said you both meet at the Milk Bar?”

“Y-yes. It was a fun night.”

Galaxia squinted her eyes as she read Sunny’s tone and expression. Her eyes exploded with emotion as she saw through her sister. “You slept with her?!”

The others reacted in a chain reaction as Sunny burned bright red.

“WHAT! NO WAY!”

“HOW COULD YOU JUST HAVE SEX WITH THE PRINCESS?!”

“OH MY GOD WHAT?!?!”

Sunny frowned as her younger siblings were losing their collective minds. “Yes. We had sex. Then afterwards, we planned for a date.”

Galaxia was utterly shocked that it could be that easy. “You sure it was really her?”

“Red eyes, dark hair, and pale skin. It was her Galaxia.”

Her sister took a moment to contemplate on this. “…Tell us more about her.”

“To be honest, a little weird, but I think there’s something special about her. Something good.”

Luna shrugged. “She can sing from what I’ve seen, but there’s something dark about her. Scary even.”

Sunny simply smiled. “I agree. But I also think people don’t look past her initial image to see something better. I don’t know how it will work out, but I have a good feeling.”

“You sure sis?”

“Yeah. I am.”

“You think you can balance dating a princess with everything else in life?

Sunny put her hands on her hips. “All of you are married, living happy lives. You didn’t have to continue working on the ranch, yet here you all are. We’re a family that can manage the biggest things thrown away. Our reach goes as far as the stars, and our passion for new desires burns as bright as the sun, and like the comets in the sky, our wishes can be seen right in front of us.”

The siblings went a little somber. That last sentence was a sentence their mother told them as children, a woman obsessed with space and the eternal beauty of the night. Sunny took a breath. “I think this is just another path open to me. Yes, I’ll be careful, but we’re all adults here. And just like I helped all of you with your love lives, I’ll ask if I need help myself.”

Apollo nodded, giving a light smile to his sister. “Ok Sunny. We can do that. Just wish I could something along the lines that if they hurt you, we’ll come after them. Hard to do when they’re a princess though.”

Sunny chuckled at her brother’s protection. “Duly noted Apollo. Now then, all of us should get back to work. We’re the Ingo Family! The hardest working family in Hyrule!”

Sunny was a born leader out of the five of them. After their mom died, she always did her best to guide her siblings down safe and happy paths. She placed her hand in the middle, her brothers and sisters nodding and putting their hands in with her. Throwing them up they cheered together. “TEAM LON LON RANCH!”

The five of them got to work. Sunny went to the horses, making sure they were fed and to give one of the workers a break. Wearing her sunflower hat she patted a red stallion’s side, who had apparently been spooked by something in the field. “♩ Easy, my child. Let your worries go. If you believe in me, I’ll make it so. ♩”

The horse calmed down to her lullaby, and followed Sunny back to the stables. As she was walking, one of the ranchers ran over to her. “Ms. Sunny! Mr. Ingo wants to talk with you!”

Sunny piped up, excitement filling her. “Ok! Take Pepper here back to the stable for me!”

The blonde woman ran to her father’s office, her braid flapping in the wind. Maybe this was her big chance!

Inside his office, Luigi Ingo ruffled her mustache as he observed the latest ratings. The Ranch and it’s outer branches had made a 2.3% increase in the last month. If only he could find that level of increase in his balding head. He smiled as Sunny came in. “Ah, Sunny! Working hard?”

“Of course Father!”

“Good. I want you to sit down dear.”

Sunny nodded and pulled up a chair. Her father took a deep breath as he took out a pen and paper. “Sunny. Don’t think I haven’t seen the effort you put into the ranch. You ability to keep up with deadlines is impressive, but I’m more impressed by your ability to keep moral up.”

Sunny kept calm, hopeful on where he was going with this. “I simply try to have everyone do their best, myself included.”

“That’s what I love about you Sunny. You have my sharp determination and heart, but you got your mother’s soul.” Scratching his head, he chuckled to himself. “Gosh. You look more and more like her everyday you know.”

“I know father.” Sunny gave him a kiss on his cheek.

“Now, with that said, there’s a business proposition I need to discuss with you.” He paused as Sunny braced herself. “I’m going away to observe the other branches. Lon Lon Milk has found success at the border of Danjur, as well as multiple ranches in Hyrule. Overseas, we’ve opened a branch in Termina.”

Sunny was taken aback by that. “Termina! You’re going to Termina?!”

“Yes. As the observer, I won’t be able to perform my duties as C.E.O. Which means I need someone far younger, outgoing, and intelligent to lead in my place.”

Sunny’s mouth hung open. It was really happening. “You mean me?”

“Yes. I do.” Her father smiled proudly at his little girl. Sunny would do just fine. “Do you accept?”

The woman nodded her head, tears welling up in her eyes. “Yes. Yes I do!”

“Good. Very good.” He held out two documents, his face more neutral than Sunny expected.

“What are these for?”

“Well, there’s a new policy. Our shareholders have a say in who is elected in as C.E.O. They can’t change the candidate at will, or take anyone out, but you need at least half of them in your favour to take the position.”

A board? Sunny never really looked into the political aspect of the job, always focused on taking care of the animals, the product, and the workers first and foremost. “Who are our shareholders?”

“The Hylian Royal Council. I’m a little worried given your… taste in lovers, that they might be prejudice against you.”

Sunny clasped her hands together and held them to her mouth. Her mind calculated on how she could reach the votes she needed. “That does complicate things, but I think I might have an answer to that.”

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[anythingbutmyname00]

Spierfeld- Alternate Meeting

what if Simon immediately found Blue’s second note and they started texting? What if Bram forgets to put his phone on silent before lunch?

*Will be posted on AO3 as soon as I get my account fixed up* 

Simon had no intention of wearing the shirt to school.

First of all, his wardrobe of blank T-shirts and hoodies suddenly including band tees might throw a few people for a loop. He’s not self-absorbed enough to think people actually care that much about his style where they’d notice a change, but if he knows one thing it’s that Leah would notice. And if Leah notices, Leah makes a comment, and then Nick and Abby notice, and then it spirals.

Second, He doesn’t know if that’s too desperate on his part or coming off too strong towards Blue. Even Simon knows wearing it to school the very next day would be extremely pathetic. The best he can do is email a thank you for now. Also, who knows if that would freak Blue out? I mean, it was a gift, a shirt, and yes, shirts are supposed to be worn, but is the very next day a sign where Blue would be totally freaked out? Like Woah, Simon is obsessed with me freak out?

Third, he wanted this to be a gift that was just for him. He knows that’s stupid; of course the gift is just for him, but it’s like the emails. No one else needs to know about it. It’s between him and Blue.

So, yeah. Simon had no intention of wearing it to school. But that doesn’t mean he’s not going to wear it at all. He got home from play rehearsal--- an extra hour every night, now that the show is less than two weeks away--- and slumped his way through all of his work while heating up whatever his mom made for dinner. By the time he finished everything he had to do, it was close to 11:30, but nothing could’ve stopped him from trying that shirt on.

He’d never felt this sort of need before. It’s not a need like a crush-on-someone need where its just an aching. Or a need where its an I-want-that need where you forget you’re supposed to breathe when thinking of whatever it is. It’s a new need, one that doesn’t have a name yet. To him, it just feels like an unstoppable force. This isn’t physics though, there is no immovable object. There’s just his hands, complying as he removes the shirt from the bag, standing in front of the bathroom mirror waiting to try it on.

He holds it up first and just admires it. And then he admires how much Blue must know him to get him the most perfect shirt. Simons’ not even thinking about the fact that it was Elliott Smith--- an A+ right there in his book--- but the fact that it was just the kind of fan merch he’d wear. There is fan merch that goes way over the top, like, who would ever wear that over the top. There’s also fan merch that is more casual but just feels wrong; like the lyric they chose is weird or the design is off. Simon would browse the internet for hours looking at potential band tees he would wear if he felt like he had the right and confidence to. And, of course, Blue got him the most perfect shirt. It’s simple and not flashy. Muted colors. Comfortable fit. He’s too distracted thinking about how this boy must know him so deeply that he stands there for five minutes without even putting it on.

When he finally felt ready to try it on, Simon slipped his hand through the bottom of the shirt, but about halfway up, he felt something too thick and scratchy to be a tag. Frantically, he lifts the shirt to eye-level and sees a second piece of blue-ish-green construction paper.

In his effort to remove the paper, he’s so excited he almost rips it. His hands shake so much as he holds it up he almost can’t read it.

Taking a deep breath to calm himself down, he begins to read the note.

P.S. I love the way you smile like you don’t realize you’re doing it. I love your perpetual bed head. I love the way you hold eye contact a moment longer than you need to. And I love your moon-gray eyes. So if you think I’m not attracted to you Simon, you’re crazy.

And then, underneath it, a phone number.

Blue gave me his phone number. He actually gave it to me.

7 million thoughts buz through Simons head at once. Is blue waiting for him to text him? Did he pressure Blue into giving the number to him? Should he text him now or wait? What does this mean?

And then: I can text him a thanks instead of emailing one.

Rushing back to his room without even trying the shirt on, Simon begins drafting texts to Blue.

Simon: Hey, It’s me Simon. Thanks for the shirt.

Simon: Hey, It’s Simon. I love the shirt.

Simon: It’s me, Simon. I cannot believe you got me a freaking Elliott Smith shirt AND gave me your number!

He went with the last one and collapsed on his bed to scream into a pillow, fitfully. Life is a Ferris Wheel indeed. He thought he’d ruined everything they had, and then Blue turns around and gives him his phone number.

He waits up for another fifteen minutes, but decides he can’t possibly keep his eyes open any longer. He knew there was a good chance Blue would already be asleep anyway.

The next morning, he wakes up to no new text messages. He checks his phone every five minutes anyway, despite the fact that his volume is up all the way. Yeah, so he’s that pathetic.

No new texts during his morning routine, during breakfast, during the drive to school. Nothing; it’s killing him. He knew Blue had to have a reason for giving him his number. He wouldn't do it if he had no intent of answering. Maybe he just needs some time to comprehend that this is happening. Simon would give him all the time in the world if he knew it meant in the end he would get to see Blue in person and kiss him and his perfectly grammatical lips.

It would just mean he needed more patience. He could do patience; sometimes. He just needed to relax.

Walking into the school, he headed towards his locker. The hustle and bustle of the hallways was so obnoxiously loud that he almost didn’t hear his phone go off.

Almost

But of course he heard it.

Simon reached so quickly into the pocket of his sweatshirt to grab his phone and whip it out, that he accidentally threw it into the person at the locker he happened to be passing.

Gasping, Simon looked towards the direction of where he flung his phone and his eyes met those of cute Bram.

“Hey, I’m so sorry man. I’m a bit of a mess this morning my bad.”

Bram looked at me from his position at his locker, hands cradling my phone where he caught it on reflex. His eyes softened when he saw it was Simon he was now forced into a conversation with, which he guesses for him was better than if some stranger had been the person to accidentally throw their phone at him. He really does seem to have a small problem with the quiet thing. Simon could see his shoulders relax a little from reflex tension and social interaction pressure.

It’s only occurring to me now how little he know about him despite the fact that he’s played soccer with one of his best friends for years and they sat at the same lunch table all school year long thus far.

Bram reaches out and hands him back his phone, smirking slightly, in the way cute Bram often does at the lunch table when Garrett says something stupid or Nick makes a fool of himself in front of Abby. “Must be something good on there.” He says, obviously making a casual play at my excitement which caused this interaction in the first place.

Simon takes the phone. “Huh. I guess so.” He holds the phone up and does that smile nod thing to say thank you and continues on his way down the hall. Once he turns the corner and gets to his locker, he opens it and take out his phone behind the locker door. Sure enough, there it is. A reply.

Blue: So, I’m guessing you liked it?

Perfect grammar and punctuation, even in text. Anyone like Nick or Leah doing that and Simon would’ve ripped them apart for being a huge nerd. But, suddenly Blue does it and he just finds it incredible hot. Figures.

Simon: Are you kidding me?? Best gift I’ve ever received. Easily top 10.

And the rest of his morning continues just like that. Simon patiently waiting to feel his phone vibrate against his leg while also trying his best to remain invested in class. There are more weird breaks between texts but he’s not dense enough to not be able to apply that to the fact they’re in school.

The conversation continues naturally, the way it would in their emails. Simon is so blissfully happy that he finally has Blues number that he doesn't even care when two of his teachers have to remind him that phones are prohibited in school.

He’s antsy all day waiting to be able to pull out his phone and respond to Blue’s texts, but it really reaches its height during lunch.  

For one, he keeps his phone on the table instead of in his pocket. This way, when it lights up he can see it and doesn’t have to pull it out. He knows he’s being pathetic, he’s just too giddy to care.

“What is up with you?” Abby questions from directly across from him, snapping him out of his eager daydream. “All you can do is glance at that phone. What’s on it, something juicy I hope.”

“Ha Ha.” Simon deadpans. “As if. It’s nothing” he says, moving his plastic fork around the pasta salad on his plate. As far as school lunches go, it’s definitely not bad. But that still doesn’t make him feel inclined to eat it.

“She’s right, Si.” Leah says from next to me. “I’ve never seen you so invested in the thing.” Leah makes a face that, to someone like Abby who she’s only known for a few months, would seem like she pleasantly agrees, but to me, seems like she would like anything else in the world than to agree, but she does.

“Oh, whatever, I’m not invested, see?” Simon says as he tucks his phone back into his sweatshirt middle pocket, trying all too hard to seem casually like he doesn’t care at all that he has to put it away.

“He was so excited over it this morning he practically assaulted me with it.” Everyone looks up at the fact that Bram was the one who next put into the conversation. It’s not like he never speaks, he does; it’s just usually he does in small sentences or phrases, and mostly when Nick or Garrett are involved. So when Bram speaks up in a conversation mainly featuring me, Abby, and Leah, it pretty much made the entire table want to join rather than just spectate.

Cute Bram, tried acting like the sudden attention wasn’t getting to him, but Simon could see that his jaw was a little tense, as if he’d clenched it slightly, waiting for someone to say something.

“Buddy, come on. If BRAM joined the conversation to say so, then something’s up with you and the phone.” Nick claims from his spot next to Bram, where he gripped him on the shoulders and slightly shook him when mentioned his name.

Bram blushed a little and released a small pointed laugh. The blush looked really good on him, coloring his tanned cheeks. Simon himself, felt his face get a little hot and he mumbled another “yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever” before returning once again to his pasta salad.

The rest of his day blurs by. He almost doesn't survive the entirety of play practice without being able to check his phone, which Abby notices and fondly teases him about. At home, he texts Blue in between working and eating and everything else. He was smiling at his phone below the table so often during dinner he was too distracted to hear his mothers’ “would you like to be excused, Simon?” and responded with a meek “hmm?”

Wednesday went mostly the same. It was so much nicer texting Blue continuously rather than having to wait for wifi to answer an email.

This time, he gets to lunch and he's careful to not make it obvious that he’s waiting on his phone.

After five minutes of half-heartedly listening to Nick and Garrett complain about the new soccer drills their coach is running while Bram enthusiastically nods at their points and occasionally adds his own two cents, Simon can’t help it and pulls out his phone.

He sees a response from Blue. He hadn’t felt his phone go off, it must have been while he was walking back to the table or something.  

Blue: I see you haven’t taken Mr. Wise’s advice about those sentence fragments.

Laughing slightly to himself, forgetting his surroundings, He types a reply.

Simon: I thought you loved my sentence fragments! Is there someone else with more adorable sentence fragments? You can tell me, it’s okay. I can handle it.

He bites back his smile, trying to seem like he was just casually checking his phone, looking at the time, texting his mom.

And then something happens.

He presses send on his reply, just as his phone is going back in his pocket, looks up, and a phone goes off somewhere in close proximity.

No one else even flinched at the noise, instead the guys at his table continued their stimulating soccer conversation which Abby listened in on, and Leah spoke in hushed tones to Morgan and Anna.

He looked around but couldn’t see anyone visibly looking down at their phones; not near enough to matter anyway.

Taking advantage of the sudden invisibility at his table, Simon pulled out his phone to perform an experiment.

Simon: what changed your mind into giving me your number, btw?

Simon made sure that he was looking up and alert when he pressed send this time.

Once again, somewhere nearby, a phone went off, same as before. It had to be at one of the tables surrounding his. The first time could’ve been dismissed as a coincidence, but both times? Simon wasn’t superstitious enough to believe it could’ve happened twice.

As he’s about to start casually staring down the occupants of every table surrounding his trying to scout out the source of the phone, he notices cute Bram excuse himself from Nick and Garrett, who barely acknowledge his leaving, and head towards the door. As he does so, he reaches into this back pocket and pulls out his phone.

There’s no way, he thinks. There’s no way Blue is cute Bram. The same Bram who’s been at his lunch table right in front of him the whole time. He thinks about what he knows.

He thought he knew Bram liked Leah based on the other day, but Simon realizes he failed to see that Garrett was also present in the conversation it could easily have been him crushing on Leah.

He knows…...he knows nothing. He knows Bram is quiet, quiet can relate to Blue’s shyness.

He also knows Bram is really smart. He need only remember the paper Mr. Wise accidentally gave him of Brams. Good at english means grammatical.

He doesn’t know about his religion, but he knows he doesn’t have Blue eyes that’s something right?

Bram. wait. Bram.  

“Garrett.” Simon says. “Garrett!” A little louder.

He gets his attention. Garrett looks slightly inconvenienced at his conversation about the price of his new cleats being paused but he answers anyway. “What, Spier?”

“What is Bram short for?”

“What?” Garrett responds at first. “Abraham. Why?”

Abraham.

Abraham Lincoln.

Simon doesn’t answer. He gets up as casually as he can manage and tries not to trip over his shoelaces as he walks maybe a little too quickly to the doors of the cafeteria.

Bram. It has to be Bram. How could he never have seen it?

Pushing the doors out of the cafeteria open, he glances down the hallway to the left and right. To his left, leaning against a random locker, facing the opposite direction, is Bram.

Even though Simon cannot see the front of him, he can see that Bram is hunched a little, leaning over something. It has to be his phone.

He decides to try something. He takes out his phone and turns the ringer on, putting it up on full volume, and waits. He walks out of the doorway so that he’s about 10 feet behind Bram facing him, holding his phone.

And then, it happens.

He sees Bram stand up straight again, and, just after he does, Simon’s phone goes off. Loud.

They’re the only two people in the hallway which makes it echo off of the lockers. He knows Bram heard it. He saw his shoulders slightly tense when he heard the noise.

Slowly, Bram turns around, and his eyes meet Simons.

They’re wide and unblinking. He doesn’t seem as if he knows what to do, and, honestly, neither does Simon. He’s been waiting for months to meet Blue, and now that he has, he doesn’t know what he should be doing or saying.

Instead, Simon looks down at his phone, at Brams text.

Blue: No one else has sentence fragments as cute as yours, I promise. I don't know exactly. I was dead set against not giving it to you, but then in school I saw you smile at one of your friends and I suddenly changed my mind. ;)

Simon sees that Bram still hasn’t moved from his spot, so he texts him.

Simon: Bram?

He looks up as the phone in the hands of the boy he loves goes off once again, a few feet down the hallway.

Bram also looks down when his phone goes off, another loud echo through the hallway.

Right afterward Simon begins walking forward towards Bram, but as he gets close enough to be in arm distance, Bram puts his arm on Simons elbow and ushers him into the classroom closest to them, which happens to be unoccupied.

Inside Simon walks forward and runs a hand through his hair as Bram quietly shuts the door.

Simons turns to face him, one hand still in his hair, the other one by his side. Bram stands there, his hands in front of him one tightly gripping the other, his face unsure of what exactly to say. But he speaks anyway. “Simon I-”

But Simon doesn’t want to talk. Simon just found the boy he’s been in love with for months. After so much bullshit and secrecy and Martin fucking Addison, Simon’s done talking. He surges forward and places his hands on Bram’s cheeks and kisses him.

He feels all the tension melt out of Bram as his arms wrap around Simons waist. The kiss is short. It only lasts about 3 seconds, and it's not enough. But right now, Simon would take anything.

He pulls back and looks at Brams face, his hands still on his cheeks and brams arms still hugging his middle.

“I can’t believe you sat at my lunch table all fucking year and I didn’t know.”

Bram laughs and removes his arms from Simon. Simon takes the hint and takes a step back, his hands back to his own sides.

Now it's Bram’s turn to nervously run his hand through his hair. He looks down and bites his lip just a little. Simon wants to kiss him again.

“I guess I feel kind of stupid now for not giving you my number sooner.” He says and looks back up at Simon.

“No, you had every right to wait. I shouldn’t have pressured you the way I did anyway.”

“No, Si, man come on you didn’t do anything wrong.” He reaches across to grab Simon’s hand “If I could’ve predicted that kiss I definitely would’ve given it to you sooner.”

Simon smiles at him. “Oh yeah?” He says, taking a step closer.

“Mhmm” Bram says, him this time being the one to kiss Simon. This one lasts no longer than the last as Bram pulls away again and says “but we should probably go back to lunch.”

Reluctantly, the two stagger their return to the lunch room, Bram first, saying he went to the bathroom, and then Simon a minute later.

Simon walks back in and sits down, focusing too hard on his seat and tray as to not stare pointedly at Bram on the other side of the table and a seat down.

“And where’d you go, weirdo?” Says Abby who tilts her head in a youre-still-acting-super-odd sort of way.  

“Wait,” Leah says, “let me guess...to find service!” Nudging his arm with her unused plastic knife.

“Something like that yeah.” Simons says smirking a little. He deals with his friends friendly prodding about his new phone obsession for the rest of the period and laughs at all the right moments, though his head is somewhere else. Somewhere across the table and a seat or two down.

The rest of the night goes something like the last. His phone constantly going off and Simon constantly smiling ear to ear at it. The next morning too. All of it relatively familiar.

And then he gets to lunch. He sits in his usual seat. The end of the table right next to Leah, across from Abby and then Nick and finally, Bram. He says hi to everyone as he sits and throws a hidden smirk towards Bram who returns one.

He takes out his phone and reads the text that's been waiting for him.

Bram: I thought you should know that Garrett has been asking me all year why I suddenly get even quieter at lunch despite the fact that it's him and Nick.

Simon: WAIT. You mean I’M one of the cute guys who makes you all nervous?

Simon cant help but smile at his phone, not knowing that he’s caught the attention of about half the table since he’d sat down. He looks up, still trying to bite the smile off his lips, and then sees Abby, Leah, and Garrett all looking at him with an amused sort of expression. Nick is too invested in his mac and cheese. That helps the smile go away pretty quickly.

“What!” he defends. Glancing around at all of his friends individually.

“Okay” Abby begins saying. ”I MUST know who you’re texting. Come on Simon.” She has a determined look on her face that says she’s joking enough to be kind about it, but she’ll do everything she can to find out who it is.

“It’s none of your business actually, so I think I’ll just send my text, put my phone away, and change the topic of conversation.” Simon says, smirking right back at her, his phone now visible above the table which before he’d used as a shield to type. He uses one arm to hold Leah directly where she is next to him, while they all laugh at her trying her best to see around him at his phone. Chuckling, he uses his other hand to send his text to Bram.

He just hadn’t even considered the fact that maybe he should wait, maybe Bram forgot to turn his phone on vibrate. Maybe he should’ve played the phone thing off again.

But of course he didn’t do that.

And of course Brams phone went off at a loud enough volume for the entire lunch table to hear, causing Leah to stop fighting against Simons arm, Abby to stop laughing, and even Nick to look up from his food. Even Garrett stopped what he was doing to open his mouth at the boy sitting next to him.

Bram had paused in the middle of opening his water bottle. Suddenly, as if someone had pressed play on a remote, he continued opening the water bottle and stared straight ahead while he drank some, trying to act like no one just heard his phone go off from his pocket.

“Bram” you could hear the smile in Abby's voice as she said it. “Was that YOUR phone that went off after Simon sent his text?”

Simon could do nothing but watch as he felt the color rush into his cheeks. He watched the event unfold, unable to say anything.

“No” Bram responded too quickly, his voice an octave higher than usual. He began to play it off. He cleared his throat and tried again. “No, definitely not.”

Two more seconds passed, and then the entire table erupted.

Garrett was smacking Bram on the arm and saying “way to go Greenfeld holy shit!” while Bram laughed and played into it.

Leah and Abby are firing questions at Simon like its nothing. How did this happen? How long had he been texting him? But seriously how did this happen?

Nick was glancing back and forth between both of them going “nowaynowaynowaynoway.”

Simon didn’t care though. He laughed as Garrett and his friends got the most out of this sudden discovery, and in the midst of all the craziness, he met Brams eye, and his smile got impossibly wider. Bram smiled right back as he swatted Garretts arm away again, and the whole rest of day couldn’t have done anything else to make him happier than that smile made him.

Simon was good.

thanks for reading!!! hope you enjoyed!! message me with comments or anything!! I will gladly take requests for more fics if I can work with them!!

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[bob-giovanni]

I’ll Cover You - Part 10

Characters: Simon X OFC

Summary: After a night of drinking and celebrating, Simon and Emily take their physical relationship to the next level.

Warnings: Fluff, Cursing, Smut

Notes: There is going to be a bit of a time jump in the next 2 chapters, not huge, but a bit.

Emily and Simon had been officially been dating for 3 months now. Since their relationship became physical, they were closer than ever. Emily was becoming more and more comfortable with herself and was finding it easier to be with Simon in that way each time they did it. She was so grateful that Simon was so patient with her. That was really helping her be able to be more open and explore her sexuality. Emily always looked forward to date night with Simon but now she looked forward to them even more because now she knew that if she wanted to get a little physical, she could do so without worrying about Simon trying to push her into doing something she wasn’t ready for. It made date night so much more enjoyable. And tonight was going to be extra special. It was Negan’s birthday and Emily was going to finally meet some of Simon’s other friends, including Negan’s wife.

The party was at Negan’s house so Emily didn’t have to really dress up but she still wanted to look cute. After doing her hair she pulled a pair of black skinny jeans from her drawer and pulled them on. She opened her closet and looked for a cute top, settling for a red low cut v-neck 3/4 sleeve shirt. It was a little small on her but she didn’t mind. It actually made her feel a little sexy. Just as she slid on a pair of black flats, her phone dinged. She grabbed it off her bed and tapped the screen. She had a message from Simon letting her know he was out front. She quickly grabbed a tube off lipgloss from her makeup bag and grabbed her backpack with a change of clothes, as she and Simon had decided she would spend the night at his place, before hurrying down the steps and out her front door.

Simon was standing outside of a car that most definitely wasn’t his. Emily furrowed her eyebrows as she walked up to the vehicle and leaned up to peck Simon’s lips. “Where’s your car?” She asked. “Well I figured we’re probably gonna be drinking so it’s probably best if I don’t drive just to be on the safe side so I got us an Uber.” Emily nodded. “Ok, good idea.” Simon opened the back door and Emily climbed, Simon climbing in after her. He gave the driver Negan’s address and they were on their way. Emily leaned against Simon’s side and rested her head on his shoulder. “Is this a surprise party or does Negan know?” Simon laughed softly as he draped his arm over Emily’s shoulders. “Nah, he knows. He hates surprises so Lucille had to tell him otherwise he’d be miserable all night.” Emily laughed and shook her head.

About 20 minutes later they arrived at Negan’s house. The pair climbed out of the car after thanking the driver and walked hand in hand up the driveway to the front door. Simon rang the bell and a moment later a tallish woman with dark, shoulder length hair opened the door. “Simon! It’s so good to see you!” She said as she pulled Simon into a hug. The woman looked over at Emily and smiled warmly. “And you must be Emily. I’m Lucille, Negan’s wife.” Emily held out her hand to Lucille. “It’s so nice to meet you.” She said softly. Lucille shook Emily’s hand and stepped aside so the pair could enter. As soon as they walked in, Negan stood from the couch and walked over to shake Simon’s hand and give Emily a quick hug. Simon took Emily to the living to introduce her to everyone. Simon cleared his throat. “Hey everyone. Emily this is Arat, Laura, D.J., Wade, and Regina. Everyone, this is my girlfriend Emily.” Emily smiled and waved. “Hi, it’s so nice to meet all of you.”

Emily sat down while Simon grabbed them each a beer from the kitchen. The group just sat around sharing stories about Negan and laughing. Emily didn’t talk much since she didn’t know Negan as well as everyone else but she had a great time hearing all the stories everyone had. After a few hours Lucille came into the living room carrying a cake with a bunch of lit candles. Everyone sang to Negan, who seemed to be a little uncomfortable with the attention. Negan blew out the candles and everyone cheered. Arat stood and went to the kitchen. “Hey Lucy, you’re out of beer in here. Got anymore?” “Yeah, in the garage we have a couple more cases, dear.” “Hey, Si, could you help me get the beer from the garage?” Simon stood and made his way to the kitchen. “Sure thing.” He and Arat disappeared into the garage.

“So, your girl, she seems nice.” Arat said. Simon smiled and nodded. “She is.” “You 2 seem happy.” “We are. Everything is going really great so far.” Arat lifted a case of beer onto the counter. “She’s, uh, a little on the young side, yeah?” Simon quirked an eyebrow. “She’s not a teenager.” Arat nodded. “Yeah, no, I know. I’m just saying. I mean, Negan had mentioned that you were bringing your new squeeze tonight. I guess I just thought that she’d, ya know, be our age.” Simon sighed softly. “It’s really not that deep, Arat. Emily and I like each other. The age thing isn’t a big deal to us. Though for some reason it seems to be to everyone else.” Arat put her hands up in defeat. “Hey, man, I didn’t mean no offense. Just saying what we’re all thinking.” “And what is everyone thinking exactly, Arat?” She sighed. “Look, we all know that the divorce has been really hard. Especially with how everything went down, how Sherry and Dwight betrayed you. It doesn’t at all seem like maybe you’re having a little bit of a midlife crisis?” “No, I don’t think that’s what’s happening. I think that I found a great girl and we’re having a great time. Neither of us knows where this is going but we’re having fun and we care about each other and honestly I wish everyone could respect.” With that Simon grabbed the case of beer and brought it back to the kitchen.

He put the bottles in the fridge and took a few deep breaths to calm himself down before heading back into the living room and plopping down next to Emily, putting his arm around her shoulders. She smiled up at him and leaned up to kiss his cheek. Laura put her beer down on the table. “So, Emily, how did you meet this big lug?” She said motioning to Simon. Emily laughed a bit before recounting the story of the night they met. Laura nodded. “Wow so Simon actually did something nice? Color me surprised.” Simon flipped her off and the group laughed. They sat around drinking for a couple more hours before everyone started heading out. “You ready to go, babe?” Simon asked. Emily grinned and nodded. She was more than a little buzzed and was feeling pretty good. Simon pulled out his phone and ordered an Uber. “Alright, our ride should be here in a few minutes.” He finished his beer before motioning to Emily. “Let’s say our goodbyes.” Emily stood, holding on to the arm of the couch to balance herself for a minute before following Simon to the patio where everyone had migrated to smoke.

“You and the lady heading home?” Negan asked. Simon nodded. “Indeed we are.” Simon hugged Negan. “Happy birthday, man.” “Thank you, my friend.” Negan said, returning the hug. Simon leaned down and kissed Lucille’s cheek. “Don’t let him get too drunk.” Lucille laughed. “No guarantees.” Lucille turned to Emily and hugged her. “It was so nice to meet you, Emily. Don’t be a stranger.” Emily returned the hug. “Likewise. Thank you so much for your hospitality.” She said, her speech slurring just a bit. The pair said goodbye to everyone else and a moment later the Uber arrived. Simon helped Emily into the backseat and buckled her up before giving the driver his address. As soon as they pulled away, Emily leaned over and started kissing along Simon’s neck and slipping her hand under his shirt. Simon laughed softly and pushed her hand away. “What do you think you’re doing?” Emily smirked. “Making a move on you.” Simon shook his head. “Can’t you wait until we get to my place?” Emily continued kissing along his neck. “What if I can’t?”

Simon laughed. “Well you’re gonna have to. It won’t be long, babe.” Emily pouted. “Can’t I just get a little kiss?” Simon turned his head and pecked Emily’s lips. Emily nuzzled his nose. “Are you ok? It seems like something is bothering you.” She said softly. Simon sighed. “Nothing it’s just…fucking Arat made a comment about our age difference when I was helping her get the beer from the garage.” Emily leaned her chin on Simon’s shoulder. “What did she say exactly?” Simon shook his head. “Just that you were on the young side and that maybe I’m going through a crisis because of the divorce and that’s why I’m with you.” “Well that’s bullshit. She doesn’t even know me. We’re together because we like each other and we have fun not because you’re going through a crisis.” “I know that, Em. That’s what I told her. It just sucks that my friends are so quick to judge. I thought they were different.”

Emily wrapped her arms around Simon’s torso. “Maybe that was just her opinion. Everyone else seemed really cool.” Simon nodded and smiled. “You’re right. Lucille really seemed to like you.” Emily smiled. “She did. I think I reminded her of like a younger sister or something.” Simon laughed softly. “Maybe.” A few minutes later the driver pulled up to Simon’s house. They thanked the driver and Simon grabbed Emily’s bag for her and led her into the house. Emily hadn’t been to Simon’s house before so she was pretty excited. “Oh wow you’re house is so big!” She exclaimed. Simon laughed softly. “Tomorrow I can give you a proper tour if you’d like.” Emily grinned and wrapped her arms around Simon’s neck. “Mm, I’d like that.” She said before leaning up to kiss him deeply. Simon sighed softly against Emily’s lips and wrapped her arms around her waist, holding her tight against his body.

Emily hummed against Simon’s lips and pulled back just a bit. “Why don’t you give me a tour of your bedroom?” She said with a wink. Simon laughed and nodded, kissing Emily once more before leading her up the stairs to his bedroom. The room was large with a queen size 4 poster bed against the far wall. Emily immediately climbed onto the bed and bounced on her hands and knees. “It’s pretty bouncy. Not bad.” She said before plopping down her back. Simon kicked his shoes off and sat on the edge of the bed. “Well I’m glad you approve.” Emily giggled and sat up, immediately climbing into Simon’s lap and kissing him once again. Simon ran his hands up Emily’s back. “Mm, do you know how sexy you look in that top?” He asked her. She bit her bottom lip and shook her head. “No. Why don’t you tell me.” Simon kissed along Emily’s neck as he slipped a hand under her shirt. “I think you wore it on purpose to tease me. Cause you knew how good you’d look and you knew I wouldn’t be able to do anything about it all night, that I’d have to wait but that I’d be thinking about it all night.”

Emily tilted her head and arched her back into Simon’s touch. “Mm, thinking about what exactly?” She asked softly. “Thinking about how badly I want to lick and suck your delicious nipples.” Simon’s words sent a shiver down Emily’s spine. “Fuck.” She moaned softly. Simon tugged at Emily’s shirt and she lifted her arms so he could remove it. He immediately kissed down Emily’s chest, over the tops of her breasts, and the space between her cleavage. Emily moaned softly and reached down to unbutton Simon’s pants. “Off, off, off.” She said. Simon laughed softly and moved Emily off his lap so he could slip his pants off before removing his shirt. Emily stood and removed her jeans. Once Simon had his pants off and sat back down on the bed, Emily dropped to her knees in front of him. “Uhh, what are you doing, babe?” Simon asked as he looked down at Emily. She bit her bottom lip and ran her hands up Simon’s thighs. “I want to try something new.” She said with a little shrug. Simon quirked an eyebrow. “Are you sure?” Emily nodded and ran her hand over Simon’s crotch. “I’m sure.”

Simon moaned softly and nodded as he let Emily take over. He knew all of this was new territory for her. He wanted her to feel comfortable to explore at her own pace. She knew that she could stop or tell him to stop at any time if she didn’t like what was happening. He liked that she trusted him enough to try these things with him. And while he wanted her to know that she didn’t have to do this if she didn’t want to, he was excited and incredibly turned on that Emily wanted to give him a blowjob. Simon lifted his hips off the bed as Emily tugged his underwear off and tossed them aside. Emily had never done this before but she had seen a few videos so she had an idea of how this was supposed to go. She figured if she did anything that Simon didn’t like he would tell her. She wrapped her hand around Simon’s member and stroked him a few times before leaning in and swirling her tongue around the head of Simon’s cock. He gasped and arched his hips up a bit. “Mm, fuck.” He moaned softly. Emily took that as a sign to keep going.

She swirled her tongue a few more times before wrapping her plump lips around the bulbous tip. Emily closed her eyes and started to bob her head slightly, taking a few inches of Simon’s sizable dick in her mouth. She opened one eye and looked up at Simon when she felt his hand on the back of her head. He had a look of pure bliss on his face which on turned Emily on more. She reached down and started to touch herself through her panties, moaning softly around Simon’s cock. Emily tried to take more of Simon’s member in her mouth, but gagged and quickly pulled back. She resorted to sucking on the head and running her tongue along the vein on the underside of his shaft while using her hand to jerk him off. Simon could feel his balls and stomach start to tighten as his orgasm approached. Emily could tell that Simon was getting close when she tasted something salty on her tongue. She knew Simon was going to cum. She reached back and unclasped her bra, quickly pulling it off. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum, babe.” Simon moaned. Emily wasn’t ready for him to cum in her mouth so she pulled off his dick with a soft pop and started to stroke him quickly. A moment later, Simon came over Emily’s bare chest, groaning as he fisted the bedsheets. Once he was done, Emily leaned in and gently licked at Simon’s tip before licking her lip. “Was that ok?” She asked softly. Simon panted softly and nodded. “That was more than ok.”

Simon grabbed some tissues from his nightstand and cleaned off Emily’s chest before tossing the tissues into the trash can. Emily stood between Simon’s legs. He ran has hands down her sides as he leaned in to kiss her passionately. Emily whimpered as Simon ran his fingertips over her still clothed sex. He pulled back from the kiss as he slipped a hand into the front of her panties. “Want me to try something new on you too?” Emily bit her lip and nodded. “Please?” Simon smirked and pushed her panties down to her knees. Emily kicked them off but stood there, unsure of what to do next. Simon patted the bed. “Lay on your back for me, sweetheart.” Emily climbed onto the bed and laid on her back, spreading her legs a bit. Simon moved so he was laying beside her and kissed her once more. He propped himself up on one arm and used his free hand to caress Emily’s breasts, using his fingers to tease her hardened nipples. Emily moaned against Simon’s lips and brought a hand up to rest on his bicep. After a moment Simon started to kiss down her chest, stopping briefly to flick his tongue over each of her nipples. He wanted to get her as turned on as possible and it was clearly working.

Simon moved lower and lower, kissing over Emily’s belly and then her thighs. He positioned himself so he was laying on his stomach between Emily’s legs. He hooked her legs over his shoulders and ran his fingertips over her thighs before looking up at her. “Ready?” He asked. She nodded quickly. “Yes, yes I’m ready.” Without another word, Simon dipped his head and licked the entire length of Emily’s dripping sex. She whimpered and arched her hips up. “Oh god!” Simon smirked and rested his hands on the tops of Emily’s thighs as he slipped his tongue between her lips and licked up and over her swollen clit. Emily gasped and put her hands on the back of Simon’s head, threading her fingers through his hair as he continued eating her out. Simon moaned against Emily’s pussy and looked up at her. The look of pure bliss on her face was almost enough to make Simon hard again.

He closed his lips around Emily’s sensitive bud and sucked lightly. He loved making Emily squirm and moan. It turned him on beyond belief. Simon could feel Emily’s thighs start to tremble against his shoulders as he swirled his tongue around her clit. Emily was panting and tugging at Simon’s hair as she felt herself getting closer to her orgasm. “Simon…oh god…I’m close.” Simon moaned and slid a hand up Emily’s torso and over her right breast, rolling her hardened nipple between his fingers. That was enough to push Emily over the edge. She groaned and arched her hips as she came, moaning Simon’s name loudly as she did. Her orgasm seemed to last for hours. It was definitely her most intense one yet. Simon continued licking up and down the length of her pussy, lapping up her juices until she whimpered and pushed his face away when she became too sensitive.

Simon crawled over top of her and kissed along her neck. “Mm, did you like that, baby?” Emily panted softly and nodded. “Fuck yeah.” Simon laughed softly before laying next to Emily and pulling her against his body. She looked up at him and giggled softly. “Oh my gosh, you look like a mess.” She ran her fingers through his hair to get it back into place. Simon laughed. “Well you were giving my hair a pretty good tug there.” Emily blushed a bit. “I couldn’t help it.” “Oh I know. I didn’t want you to help it.” He said with a wink. Emily bit her bottom lip. “Do you enjoy doing that?” Simon nodded. “I do. Especially when the woman is into it. And you definitely seemed like you were into it. And you tasted oh so sweet.” He smirked and leaned in to kiss Emily deeply. She sighed against his lips and pulled the covers over them. “Mm I’m good and sleepy now though.” She said as she yawned. “Me too.” Simon wrapped his arms around Emily and she rested her hands on his chest before quickly falling asleep. Simon kissed Emily’s forehead and smiled before falling asleep himself. He could fall asleep easily knowing that Emily was going to be there to greet him when he woke up and just seeing her smile would make the whole day better.

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[bazypitchandsimonsnow]

Party in the Wavering Wood

Rating: T

Genre: Angst and Fluff

Word Count: 5427

CW: Alcohol

Summary: 15 year old Simon Snow gets an invite to a party, where his longtime crush will be. Unfortunately his longtime enemy decides to make an appearance too. Based on "spin the bottle" kiss prompt

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AN: So sorry this one took so long! I wrote a lot of it at 3 am, and 3 am Theo is an even shittier writer than usual. So I had to go back and redo most of it, after building up the courage to even look at my terrible handiwork. It was still fun though. Enjoy! :)

Simon

“‘Party in the Wavering Wood, 9pm, definitely not dry’?” Penny reads the invite like it’s a written in an alien language. She’s sitting cross legged on Baz’s bed (Crowley I hope he doesn’t notice) staring at the paper with her eyebrows all scrunched up. “Simon why are you showing me this?”

“Because I think we should go,” I say.

“You’re serious?”

‘Yeah! It could be fun...”

Penny looks up at me with a single raised eyebrow. “Is Agatha going to be there?”

I feel the blush creep up my cheeks. Of course Penny knows about my stupid crush. But it’s not stupid, really. I’m pretty sure I’ve been in love with her since we met. And everyone already thinks we should be together. They can’t all be wrong. “She, uh, gave me the invite.”

“So you want to go for her?”

“No! Well, not just her. I mean... Pen, it’s the closest thing to a normal teenager thing we’ll ever get to do. We spend most of our time studying, and when we’re not doing that, we’re fighting a bloody super villain!” I look down and pick at my nails. “I’m 15 and I’ve never been to a single party. I just feel a bit, left out.”

I hear Penny sigh heavily. “Fine, I’ll go. But only to make sure you don’t mess up.”

I leap forward and hug Penelope fiercely. “Thank you thank you thank you!”

She pats my head. “Yeah yeah, get off me you big love sick lug. You owe me, y’know.”

“Of course!” I pull back plant a sloppy kiss on her cheek. She makes a yuck noise and shoves me off. My foot is jittering. I’m too excited and I can’t contain it. Tonight is going to be awesome!

We walk in the woods mostly blind. It's 11:00 (Penny needed to finish some homework). Branches crack under my feet, and I keep stepping on tiny stones. Penny has created a small fire but she can’t make it too big. Just in case someone sees. The Mage would certainly not approve of me being out here. But I don’t care. I’m going to a party, with alcohol, where the girl I like will be. I get to be normal for once.

“Where in Merlin’s name is this party supposed to be?” Penelope mutters.

I shrug with my hands in my pockets. “The invite did just say ‘wavering wood’.”

“That’s not exactly specific.”

“Hey I didn't write it.”

“Psst!”

We both freeze. The sound came from our left, but there’s nothing there. Penny leans towards me.

“Simon,” she whispers. “Did a tree just hiss at us or am I crazy?”

“Yes, or maybe we’re both crazy.”

“That’s not out of the realm of possibility.”

“Psst! Penelope, Simon, over here!”

We turn to look. There’s Gareth’s head... without a body. Just floating there in the darkness. To say ’m freaked out now would be an understatement. Penny firmly grabs my shoulder and sighs heavily.

“Well, it’s official, Si. We’ve lost it.”

Gareth’s head shakes. It’s, quite a site. “No no, you’re perfectly sane. It’s a magic bubble! Hides us, keeps the sound in and the bugs out, it’s perfect! C’mon, get in here.”

A opening appears. Now I can see Gareth’s whole body. It’s like he’s holding open a tent flap. I can hear thumping dance music and loud shouts. He gestures for us to come forward. Penny gives me a slightly strained smile.

“Allons-y, I guess.”

“And luckily that’s the one French word I know.”

Penny giggles as we enter.

I’m pretty sure the entire fifth year class is here. Everyone’s drinking and dancing and shouting. Someone has cast a spell to mimic multi coloured strobe lights in one end. It’s loud and completely insane. It’s awesome!

“Dear lord,” Penny mutters. “What a zoo. I can’t take this. I’m going to find a corner to read in.” She starts to walks away.

“Have fun, Pen!”

“You too, Simon. If you’re about to do anything stupid, find me!”

I roll my eyes dramatically. “Your lack of faith wounds me!”

Penelope flashes me a single “fuck off” gesture. I chuckle with a single head shake.

Honestly, I’m not sure what to do. I’ve never done this before. I just stand there, shuffling my feet and picking at my nails. Fuck, am I nervous? I’ve faced goblins, a chimera, and every sort of dark creature that the Humdrum has sent after me. And a fucking party makes me nervous.

“Simon!” My head snaps up. Agatha is running towards me. She looks a bit flushed, and she’s holding a red plastic cup.

“Hi Agatha,” I say.

She giggles drunkenly. “You came!”

“Uh, yeah. Though I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do.”

“Have fun, silly. C’mon, follow me.”

She grabs my wrist and hauls me forward. (How do I always end up getting dragged to places by people?) We end up at a card table filled with bottles. She pours some beer into a red cup like her’s.

“Here have some. It’s total shit but hey, what are you going to do?”

I chuckle nervously and sip some. Dear lord it’s disgusting. It burns my entire throat. My face gets all scrunched up. Agatha laughs with her head thrown back. “Not used to drinking, huh?”

“No,” I choke out.

She leans to the side a bit, looking past my shoulder. “Unlike your roommate, apparently. Man can he drink!”

My eyes widen and I swear to Christ my heart stops. “What?!”

I whip around. There he is. Tyrannus Basilton fucking Grimm-Pitch, chugging vodka straight from the bottle. Dev and Niall are standing next to him cheering him on. He finishes it off and throws a triumphant fist up. I’ve never seen him like this. Rumpled shirt untucked, hair completely dishevelled, and grinning ear to ear. For the first time since I met him, Baz Pitch is a complete fucking mess.

“Oh my god,” I whisper.

Agatha giggles, head falling onto my shoulder. (I'm in too much shock to acknowledge it.) “Crazy, right? He’s been drinking hard all night.”

Baz’s eyes meet mine. They widen and his mouth falls open. I can’t tell if he’s mad or shocked or... maybe terrified? But whatever it is quickly fades in favour of a drunken smile. He waves lazily at me with vodka in hand, wobbling until Niall steadies him. I lift a hand in reply.

I shake my head. “I can’t believe he’s here. And that he’s drunk. Can vampires even get drunk?”

“C’mon and dance with me!” Agatha (completely ignoring my very legitimate question) drags me again to the makeshift dance floor.

I can’t dance. At all. I know this very well. So I just flail about with my arms up. That’s how it works, right? Agatha moves more in time. I want to focus on her, but my attention is drawn to the unnaturally pale boy behind her that's jumping up and down. He’s laughing and smiling without abandon. Baz Pitch is never careless. He’s a calm, collected, perfect asshole. Seeing him like this just feels wrong. Yet it’s absolutely fascinating.

“Simon, you okay?”

I refocus on Agatha. Her eyebrows are furrowed and she’s frowning. “Oh, uh, sorry.”

She grabs my hand and my pulse jumps. “Hey, people are playing spin the bottle. Wanna go?”

My head is reeling. Merlin, what if I spin it and it lands on Agatha? Will I finally get to kiss her? Oh god, I don’t know how to deal with all this. So I just nod dumbly. Agatha smiles and we walk off.

We end up at a circle of people. Everyone’s passing a Smirnoff bottle around. There’s Trixie and Keris, Gareth and Rhys, even Philippa Stainton. She blushes at me. I know she has a crush on me. I just look away and sit with my head down.

Trixie places the now empty bottle in the centre. “Alright let’s-”

“Hey are you guys playing spin the bottle without me?! Ruuuuude!”

Baz literally stumbles to us. He plants himself right next me. I feel my magic prickle at his close proximity. A normal reaction to being near your worst enemy. Even if he is a total hot mess at the moment.

Cross legged, he leans his chin on his palm and stares at me. Strands of wavy black hair fall in front of his glassy grey eyes. Vodka smell stings my nose from his breath.

“Hiiii Siiiiimon,” he drawls out. He’s never called me Simon before. It feels weird but, kind of nice. Drunk giggly Baz is better than sober sneering Baz, I guess.

“Hello Baz.”

“Didn’t know yooooou’d be here.”

“Well, here I am. Guess you know now.” I chuckle nervously.

He smiles and hums at me. Crowley, never thought I’d make Baz Pitch smile. Didn’t think his face was even physically capable of the expression before tonight.

“Ugh,” Rhys whines. “Just spin the fucking bottle, Trix.”

Trixie blows a raspberry, but spins it anyway. I try to watch it with undivided attention. But Baz is making it difficult. I can feel his eyes on me. It makes my heart race and my palms get sweaty. He’s plotting against me, I know it. Drunk Baz is still Baz, and he’s always plotting my downfall. Why won’t he stop looking at me?!

“Simon!” Trixie’s voice snaps me out the trance.

“What?” I say stupidly.

“The bottle landed on you, silly.”

I refocus. She’s right, the bottle is on me. “Oh...”

“Well c’mon, Simon. You gotta kiss her. Those are the rules,” Gareth says.

Shit. Not the girl I want to be kissing. “Oh! Well, uh, but um... Keris would you be okay with that?”

Keris shrugs. “I don’t mind. Don’t think one boy will turn my girl straight.”

Trixie hums in approval, rubbing her nose against Keris’ cheek. “Never, love.”

I sigh. Crap, no way to get out of this. “Alright. If, those are the rules.”

Trixie crawls up on all fours. I gulp down all the nervousness in my throat. I move forward a titch and scrunch my eyes closed. Trixie’s lips press chastely against mine. I hear the whoops and hollers from everyone else. She feels warm, I guess. But that’s about it. There are no fireworks or butterflies. Not how I imagined kissing would be like.

Trixie pulls away with a smile. She giggles and goes back to her spot. Keris hugs her fiercely.

“Now you can say you snogged the Chosen One, darling!” she squeals

That sends Trixie into a fit of giggles, followed by some of the others. The only ones not laughing are Philippa (who’s pouting) and surprisingly Baz. His eyebrows are pulled together and he’s scowling. I’m (kinda) having fun, which must be upsetting him. Does he want me to be miserable that much?

“Alright Simon,” Keris says, “your turn. Spin away, Chosen One.”

With a shaking hand, I spin the glass bottle. I watch it spin and spin and just pray to any god that will listen that it’ll land on Agatha. I want to feel the fireworks kiss, and I really think I can feel that with Agatha.

It stops... right next to me. Where Baz is sitting.

Everyone shrieks. I’m slack jawed. Merlin and Morgana, Nicks and slicks, fuck me! I have the worst luck in the world. I turn to Baz. He has a similar horrified shocked expression. But his eyes look sort of scared. Scared? Why would he be scared? He should be pissed off or disgusted. I should be terrified. He’s the vampire! What’s he got to be scared about from me?!

“C’mon Simon!” Keris yells. “You know the rules!”

“Oh, but he’s- he’s a bloke!”

Keris raises an eyebrow “So? Got something against a bloke kissing another bloke?”

I shake my head violently and wave my hands. “No! No, well, he’s... he’s Baz!”

“Oh c’mon Simon!” Gareth says. “Put your stupid feud aside for just a second. Rhys and I already hear enough of your shouting through our ceiling. C’mooooon! Kiss, kiss, kiss!”

Everyone joins in. Even Agatha and Philippa. (Drunk people are idiots.) They pound on the ground in sync. I turn to Baz. He’s looking at me wide eyed with his mouth open. His drunk gaze flicks down to my lips then back up to my eyes. He smiles wide, showing all his teeth.

“Well,” he slurs out, “if they insist.”

Baz grabs both sides of my face and plants a kiss square on my mouth.

They cheer again even louder. Baz’s grip is very strong (of course it is, he’s a vampire). My arms flail out, unsure what to do with them. Unlike Trixie, Baz is participating fully. He moves his lips against mine. His are colder than Trixie's but just as soft. (Maybe even more so.) He shifts his hands back to grip my hair, which shoves me closer. I can feel his tongue sloppily pushing against my closed mouth. My stomach is doing flip flops. And my head kinda feels, sparky, bursting, on fire. Like... fireworks.

Carefully, I grab his collar and cautiously open my mouth. I feel the tip of his tongue trace my teeth and I inhale sharply. If before was fireworks, then a fucking nuclear explosion goes off in my brain. It’s like going off, but in a good way. I grip his collar tighter. Baz pulls on my hair slightly, and I honest to god moan into his mouth. It feels so damn good. What am I doing?! I’m kissing a bloke, I’m kissing Baz!

“Whooo boys simmer down!” Keris shouts.

I pull away, still holding onto Baz. He blinks slowly. His lips are a bit pink and swollen. I guess mine must look similar. He smiles and laughs like only a drunk person could. Crowley what did we just do? I flick my eyes around the circle. Everyone looks more than uncomfortable. Agatha is taking great interest in her drink. I cough awkwardly.

“I guess, uh, we’ve both had too much to drink. I think we should go back to our room,” I say quickly.

Everyone nods and murmurs in agreement. I grab Baz’s arm and haul him up. He wobbles until I throw his arm around my shoulder. He leans his against me, head resting on mine. I start dragging him away. I think he’s snuggling against me. God what a weird night this has been.

Dragging Basilton Pitch is not exactly an easy task. He hit a growth spurt this summer and stands at least three inches above me now. Plus he’s heavy for such a lanky guy. It makes dragging him through a dark wooded area very difficult. Magically lowering the drawbridge isn’t too hard (Penny taught me how.) (Takes a few tries though.) I’m currently hauling the drunk git up the stairs to the top of Mummer’s House.

“C’mon Pitch, up the steps. It’s not that hard.”

“Noooo,” he whines. “Don’t wanna go.”

“Shut up, you need to sleep.”

He groans loudly. “Wanna stay with you. Want you to keep holding me.”

I stop as we hit the landing, slowly turning my head to look at him. He’s pouting like a sad puppy or something. “What on earth are you talking about? You hate me.”

He shakes his head lazily. “Nu-uh. S’pose to hate you. Don’t. You’re too pretty to hate.”

My heart is thumping again. What is he going on about? “You- You think I’m pretty?”

“Soooo pretty. All I think ‘bout. Pretty hair, and eyes, and moles. Can’t stop thinking. Makes my head go all mopsy curvy.” He chuckles at his own messed up words.

I think my head is going “mopsy curvy”. All of this is hitting me like a pound of bricks. It’s a miracle I’m still upright. “Baz, you’re talking nonsense. You’re drunk.”

He groans and leans his long nose into my neck. I inhale sharply. He’s so cold, but it feels nice. “Drunk cause of you. Didn’t want to think of you fer once.” His forehead falls to my shoulder. I feel another groan vibrate through me. “Should hate you. Hate me f’not hating you.”

I’m not sure how I’m supposed to respond to that. My head is spinning, along with my vision and stomach. My brain is trying to realign to this information. Baz doesn’t hate me? He can’t stop thinking about me? I mean, I can’t stop thinking about him either. But that’s because I’m scared he’s plotting against me! Or that he’s going to drink my blood! It’s not like I’m thinking about his stupid smug smile, or his perfect flawless skin, or his mesmerising grey eyes, or how his hair falls like a lazy wave in front of his face, or-

Oh. Shit.

I look down at him, drunk and dishevelled. He’s rubbing against my sweater like an affectionate cat. I swear to Merlin he’s almost purring. He doesn’t look like a villain, or a monster. Just... a boy. A stupidly handsome, obviously tortured boy, filled with so much self loathing he literally tried to drink his own feelings away. I haul him closer again.

“C’mon, Baz,” I whisper, “you need some sleep.”

He smiles up at me softly. “Okay, Simon.”

We get up the rest of the stairs and reach our room. I lead Baz to his until he literally collapses face first onto his bed. His cheek is all squished against the blanket.

“You really can’t sleep like that, Baz,” I say.

Baz moans. “Can do what I want, Snow.”

I sigh. Even completely pissed he’s still as stubborn as anything. I grab his feet and swing them around onto the mattress, then I haul him forward so his head is on the pillow. He snuggles into it. I kneel down so I can see his face. He’s smiling like he doesn’t have a care in world. Cautiously, I reach out and brush some raven hair from his closed eyes. He sighs, opening them slightly, a sliver of grey under heavy lids.

“Really not hate you, Simon,” he whispers, “think I love you...”

I don’t have time to answer that. He immediately falls asleep, snoring softly. My hand is frozen over his face. I'm surprised my body hasn't imploded by this point. All the feelings in me are fighting for dominance in my mind. Emotions old and new clash with what I thought I knew and what I know now. It's like a bubbling lava pit in volcano ready to explode and destroy everything around it. It feels like I’m about to go off, but solely in my rapidly beating heart.

I can't handle this now. So I brush my knuckles against Baz's face one last time, place the waste basket near him, and get ready for bed. When I curl in the sheets, I face Baz. I can't take my eyes off him. So that's how I fall asleep. Watching Baz Pitch, but for once, it’s not in a fearful way. It’s a mix of feelings I don’t fully understand yet. I’ll sort them out later. Not tonight. For now I just need to sleep.

I hear the retching long before I see it. Guess the waste basket was the right call. Baz hangs over it, black hair like a curtain around his face. I sit up slowly, bringing my knees to my chest. When Baz is done, he looks up at me with bloodshot eyes and a slight scowl.

“What are you looking at, Snow?” he growls.

I shrug. “You, obviously.”

“Well stop gawking. I’m just sick. Probably the flu.”

“More like hung over.”

He groans and falls back on his bed. “Fuck that’s right. You were at the party, weren’t you? Did you drag me up here?”

“Yeah. It wasn’t easy.”

His brow furrows in confusion. It’s an expression I’m used to seeing, but usually it appears when I say something supremely stupid, so I hate it. But thinking about it, he sorta looks, cute. “Why would you do that, Snow?”

I shrug again, burying my cheeks in my knees to hide any blush that might appear. “I don’t know. You were... doing bad. So I helped. Like I’m s’pose to. Hero and all...”

His face soft for a brief millisecond, but it quickly turns into a sneer as he faces me. It’s less intimidating than usual, considering his state of disheveledness (and what he said last night.) “Did you bang my head against every wall on the way up? Because I think my brain is trying to pound out of my skull now.”

I shake my head a bit. “No, I think that’s just from the vodka.”

“Aleister fucking Crowley.” He runs a hand over his face, pulling on his jaw. I can see pain in his eyes. Now I can’t tell if it’s from the migraine or from what he feels. “Whatever. I’m taking the shower first. Don’t try to stop me.”

He swings his long legs off the bed and stumbles towards our bathroom. The lava is bubbling again. The going-off-in-my-heart sensation. I reach out my arm towards him.

“Baz, wait!”

He whips around at me from the doorway with a scowl. “What the fuck is it, Snow?”

My hands falls along with my resolve. “How, how much do you remember from last night?”

Baz groans and rubs his forehead. “A lot of drinking, a lot of dancing, and more drinking. The rest is blurry. I remember your stupid face a bit. Why? Going to make fun of me, hm?”

"No! No, just... wondering.”

“Fine. Thanks for wasting my time.”

He slams the door hard enough to make the walls shake. I wince slightly. Nothing has changed for him. He doesn’t remember, but I can’t forget. I curl up in a ball on my bed and listen to the soft sound of the shower. It’s comforting in a way. Sounds kinda like rain. I focus on the water, instead of Baz last night. Baz’s smile, his laugh, his dancing, his babbling, his lips, his tongue-

I bang the side of my head. Stupid brain. Never listens to me! I chew at my nails. They’re stubs already but I don’t care. I need to focus on something else other than the conflicting emotions in my head. Because when I think about Baz, my heart stutters out of control, my palms get sweaty, and my head spins. I’ve always felt that around him, but I thought it was fear. That’s what it’s supposed to be, right? I’m supposed to be afraid of the son of my mentor’s enemy. I’m supposed to be his enemy. All these things I’m feeling for Baz now, I’m supposed to feel for Agatha.

I’m getting tired of “supposed to”.

The water turns off. Baz steps out of the shower a few moments later. I peek over my shoulder. Crowley, he’s wearing nothing but a towel. Drops of water slide down his bare chest and stomach. He really did grow a lot this summer. He’s like a long, thin marble statue.

“Avert your eyes,” he growls.

I curl away, hiding the red on my face. I hear him shuffle around then walk back into the bathroom. He re emerges minutes later in a pair of red silk pyjamas. He collapses on his mattress with a loud groan. His back is to me as usual. Slowly, I sit cross legged on my bed, looking at my nails.

He groans again. “What is it? I can feel your stupid eyes on me.”

There goes my pounding heart again. “Um, well, the thing is, last night, you, uh-”

“Spit it out Snow!”

“You kissed me last night!”

Every muscle in Baz’s body freezes. I think he even stops breathing. The only sound is the wind blowing through the trees outside. When he speaks, it’s barely a whisper.

“What?”

I pick at my nails furiously. “A bunch of us were playing spin the bottle. And I- I guess you were really pissed so you decided to join. Trixie spun and it landed on me. Then I spun and it landed on you. I wasn’t gonna do it, but then you grabbed me and... kissed me. Like, a lot...”

Baz shudders. I wish I could see his face. I’m too scared to reach out to him.

“Um, well, I dragged you back after. And you were drunkenly babbling and shit. You said... you said you didn’t actually hate me. That... you think I’m pretty, and you think you lo-”

“Stop!”

Baz’s voice is thunder in the small room. He bolts upright and whips around. His teeth are grinding together, face all scrunched up, eyes furious and maybe a bit scared. I can see tears building up, but he’s too stubborn to let them fall. I watch his hands clench and unclench the sheets. Slowly, he lets out a shaky breath.

“Stop, talking, you idiot.”

“But-”

“Not buts! I don’t want to hear about how I made a complete fool of myself. Don’t you see? This was exactly what I wanted to avoid!”

“I know-”

“Exactly! You know! Now you can go tell your precious Mage I’m a vampire and a filthy pervert. Happy now?! You’ve got what you wanted, another thing to use against me! Just fucking kill me now like you’re supposed to! It’d be easier! You-”

“Baz, just shut up! I kissed you back, asshole!”

Baz freezes. Tears streak down his face. Grey eyes stare back at me with shock and awe. “What?”

I lay my head in my hands, just breathing slowly. “When you kissed me, I kissed back. Because it felt great. It felt fan-fucking-tastic! T-That’s all I could think about. No stupid Magickal world bullshit in my head for once. It was amazing.” I rub my eyes with the heels of my palms. “A-And I’ve always thought I hated you cause that’s how I’m supposed to feel but I’m fucking sick of doing what I’m supposed to! I don’t want to do what everyone expects of me. I just want to do what I want!”

I focus on the swimming colours behind my eyelids. I’m a total ball of nerves. Long fingers wrap around mine, slowly peeling them away from my eyes. Baz is kneeling in front of me. He looks soft, sympathetic. Like he understands what I’m saying. I guess he does.

“And what do you want, Simon?” he asks under his breath.

“I, I want to make my own descisions. I want to be normal for once. And...” I reach out towards his face. “I want to kiss you again.”

Baz grabs my outstretched hand. For a second I think he’s going to shove me away. Make fun of me, say it was all some plot to humiliate me. But instead, he laces our fingers together one by one, and presses them to his chest. I can feel his heart, beating just as wildly as mine.

“Yes,” he says.

My fingers clench. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, you can kiss me again.”

I let out a sigh of relief. We lean forward, eyes fluttering shut. And for the second time in my life, I’m kissing Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch.

It’s not messy like last night. It’s chaste and awkward, like a kiss between two emotionally repressed fifteen year olds usually is. But he’s still cold and soft. He’s still Baz. He moves a hand to hold my neck. I hold his shoulder. Slowly, our lips start to move, a repeat of before, but more careful. Baz’s nails lightly scrape against my skin. This time, I push my tongue against his mouth. He gasps, but opens to me. For a boy so cold on the outside he’s warm within. I trace the inside of his cheek, digging my nails into his arm and moving even closer.

This seems to kick Baz into high gear. He shoves back with his whole mouth, tangling a thin hand in my hair. It feels like ten nuclear bombs in my brain mixed with drowning in happiness. I let go of his hands, wrapping both arms around his neck until we’re crushed together. And I know now that I want this, more than anything. To just be with Baz. To kiss him like we’re the only two people in the world. No prophecy, no war, no animosity. Just... this.

We break apart gasping. Baz’s eyes flutter open. He looks ragged and raw and gorgeous. I run my fingers up and down his spine as we breath.

“Wow,” he huffs out.

I chuckle. “Yeah...”

“Was it like that last night?”

“Pretty close. Except you were sloppy drunk.”

He groans and hangs his head. “Crowley, I will forever hate myself for not remembering that first kiss.”

I knock his chin up until our eyes meet, then tuck a piece of long black hair behind his pointed ear. “Don’t. I’ll just make sure you remember every one after”

With that, I pull Baz into another crushing, hopefully very memorable kiss.

After, we lay on my bed, side by side, breathless and smiling. Baz cups my face, running a thumb over my cheek. He pays special attention to the mole there. Every time he touches it he lingers. I move my fingers up and down his side. His silk pyjamas feel lovely. But I’m really more happy just to touch him.

“Part of me still can’t believe I just snogged you,” I whisper.

Baz chuckles. “You kissed me, Snow.”

I chuckle too. He’s got a point. “I know. I guess I’m still wrapping my head around the idea that I want to. Kiss you, that is.”

“So am I.” He stops running his thumb and clutches my jaw a bit tighter. “I-I thought there was something wrong with me. For wanting you. Thought it was just my fucked up psyche. Like desiring the sword that’s going to land in your chest.”

I clench the fabric of his top. “There’s nothing wrong with you, Baz. Absolutely nothing. You’re not evil or fucked up. You’re just... you. And I like you a lot.”

The corner of his mouth quirks up. “Since when?”

I shrug. “I don’t know. Awhile. I thought I hated you cause everyone said I should. Thought you were an evil monster. But I don’t and you’re not. Not really, I think. I mean, you’re smug and infuriating, but in a... cool way?”

“Eloquent as ever, Snow.” Usually I’d be mad at such a comment, but the way Baz rolls his eyes over dramatically and smirks tells me I don’t need to be. But I still poke his side, making him spasm a bit.

“Prat,” I mutter. “Whatever. Since when do you like me? Or was pushing me down the stairs and unleashing a chimera your ways of flirting?”

Baz flicks my nose. I giggle. “I told you the stairs were an accident, you prick. And that chimera was just meant to freak you out a bit.” His face becomes serious. But in a sort of, worried and scared way. “Which... I’m sorry about. I was angry at myself and took it out on you. I’m not sure how long I’ve cared about you. I think for awhile. But I’ve only let myself acknowledge it recently. Fuck, part of me is still coming to terms with the fact that I’m gay.” His brow furrows together. “Are you gay?”

I shrug (I really do that a lot, don’t I?) “I don’t think so. I mean, maybe I am, at least partly, the part that seems to be demanding the most attention right now.” I take a deep breath. “I don’t know. All I know is that I like this, I like you. I don’t give a shit about anything else.”

Baz pulls me closer, until his chin is resting on my head. I grip his shirt and inhale his scent. Cedar and bergamot. I never thought someone’s smell could be so comforting.

“There’s still a lot of shit to deal with, Simon,” he whispers.

He’s right. There’s his family, the brewing war, the Mage, the Humdrum, his vampirism (maybe I should ask him about that later), my explosive magic, everything. But right now I just want to hold him. Pretend nothing exists outside of his arms. That we’re merely two normal boys without grand destinies or blood feuds. That we can have this without problem.

“I know,” I mumble into his chest. “But we’ll figure it out, right?”

His cold lips kiss my hairline. I hold him tighter. “Yes, we will, Simon. We certainly will.”

Bonus epilogue: Penny: Where the hell did you go last night, Simon?! You left me alone you prick! Did you just have to sneak off to snog Agatha or something? Simon: ...about that...

AN: So this is pretty much the "if Simon and Baz stopped being so emotionally repressed in fifth year" AU, lol. Well, this was fun to write. Mixing angst and fluff keeps fanfic writers sharp. Poor kids with their complicated feelings. Personally, as a soulless black hearted emo, I don't relate. But I tried to emulate the struggle as best as possible.  Hope y'all liked it! :D

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“Alex, no!” “Alex, YES!”

Beta love to @reinakonanofate for making this readable. 

And, we gotta love Lucy :D

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“Come help us deal with your stupid sister.”

Alex’s girlfriend hangs up on you before you can even say “hi” and you sigh.

“Sorry, Lee,” you say to your companion of the night. “I’m needed elsewhere.”

Lena nods and she signals for the check to arrive. “Super problems?” She asks low, too low to be heard by other than you.

You groan. “More like sister problems.”

The way your almost girlfriend's eyes widen at that warms your heart. “Is she alright? Was she hurt?”

You smile. “No. I don’t think so at least… they were going to try a new prototype tonight and I think Alex is poking her nose around… that was Luce. She is pissed.”

Lena’s brows furrow. “… Wait a moment… Alex is trying a new prototype and she didn’t tell me?!”

The indignation in her voice is cute, but it would be cuter if Lena and Alex weren’t such a volatile duo with explicit orders to never be on their own within the DEO. The order was given by both Directors, Lane and J’onzz, and you think wiser order hadn’t ever been given.

Lena and Alex, together, alone… not a good combo, no sir.

“More like Vasquez and Lucy are trying a new prototype and Alex got word about it at last minute.”

The vibrant excitement in your date sits ill with you. “Oh! What are they testing?”

“I don’t know.” And if I knew, I wouldn’t tell you, you think. You really don’t need Lena getting the idea she can come al-

“I’m coming with you,” Lena declares as she passes her card to the waiter.

“No.”

The raised eyebrow sent your way looks eerily like Alex’s. “I’m not asking you. I’m informing you.”

You stand up then. “I’m leaving now. I’m not taking you.” You turn and head to the door, not looking back.

You can almost hear the shrug on her voice, still low but so easily heard by you. “By all means, go. I’ll drive there on my own and you won’t be invited to the gala. Neither of your alter egos will be.”

That stops you short, just a foot from exiting the restaurant. L-Corp is housing a gala to raise donations towards several orphanages and this year promises to be amazing. Not only did Lena invite several of the major players in the philanthropy scene, she also invited all the kids the donations are going to help. The event is planned not so much like a gala, but a fair for kids and adults alike and the goal is to bring the money in while having fun.

Kara Danvers needs to be there to report on it, Snapper made sure to tell you that just today and Supergirl was promised her weight in potstickers and wants to play with all the children.

“This is so not fair,” you inform Lena as she comes stand next to you once the bill is settled.

“All is fair in love and science.”

“Don’t you mean all is fair in love and war?”

You have reached an alley and you super-speed into your uniform. Lena comes close to you and lets herself be picked up bridal style.

“Oh, no… Didn’t you hear I only make love and never war?” The purring words in your ear makes your face boil in embarrassment and not a little desire.

Rao, with any luck you will stop resembling a tomato by the time you arrive at the Desert Base.

XxXxX

“Alex!”

Hearing your sister’s name being yelled with such anger and exasperation shouldn’t be such a surprise. Lucy called you beyond mad, after all.

You and Lena enter the hangar and you can see Lucy in the middle of the open space, staring upwards and with her hands on her hips. She’s so tiny and yet she can fill up the space with that commanding air that makes you want to obey no matter what and you wonder how is it that Alex can date her.

Sure, your sister has so much fun most of the time pushing her buttons, but you’d get scared with a partner like Lucy. Once you raised your concerns to Lena about how Alex loves making Lucy angry and your friend got so flustered and you were left so confused.

Lucy gets really upset and Alex loves it… but well, the bruises you have seen on Alex’s wrists and back bothers you and it’s just because both Alex and Lena have told you on numerous occasions that they mean nothing bad that you haven’t acted against Lucy.

Also, you like Lucy. And you like that Lucy has mellowed Alex’s most reckless tendencies. She no longer charges on into battle without regard for her own safety, she no longer drinks herself to the point her liver and kidneys are gross (yes, you have checked with your x-ray vision) and she is no longer sad all the time.

Lucy is good for your sister… even if you don’t understand how Lucy interacts with her.

“I’m almost there! I need ten more minutes!” You can’t see where Alex is, yet, but she sounds like she’s having a little too much fun.

“If you do don’t come down right now, you will be tied up for the whole weekend!”

You frown at that and when you turn to Lena to help you understand, you can’t find her.

You sigh. Of course, she is gone who knows where now that you are here.

“Hey, Luce!” you call to your friend. “What’s the emergency?”

Lucy turns and the scowl on her face lessens a little. “Your dumbass sister,” she informs you plainly. She points up and you follow her finger.

The hangar’s ceiling is high, really high. This is the hangar you use to train flying maneuvers and the one where J’onn and you have aerial fights. It’s also the one where agents learn to use the diverse flying machines the DEO have at its disposal, such as small rockets, gliders, and small aircraft. You don’t know how they managed to build such a high and resistant thing, but you at least now know why Lucy is so pissed.

Alex is sitting in the catwalk that runs across the hangar with her legs dangling down, a catwalk so high that it almost touches the ceiling and you know from experience that you need to walk hunched to not hit your head. She is in what you think is her issued underwear, a tank top and boy briefs, her legs are kicking the air happily and she is… tinkering with something that has… wings?

“She’s been up there for two hours now. She refuses to come down.”

You are still looking up. And… damn it, even with your eyesight you can’t really say what your sister is really doing. She has a toolkit besides her and she has a smudge of oil on her cheek and a smile so big on her face that you don’t want to know but you have to ask.

“What is she doing?”

“Our prototype had some serious issues… she’s fixing it, she says, but she won’t come down to let the rest of us see what the hell she’s doing.”

Oh. Understanding downs to you. “She wants to be the one testing it.”

“… yes.”

You look then at Lucy, frowning. “And why aren’t you up there with her?” You don’t think it would be a problem to drag her down.

“She locked herself up there,” Vasquez comes behind you. They are holding a tablet and the frown on their face concerns you a little. “She also bit Agent Kelly before doing so.”

You blink at Vasquez. “She bit Michael? She likes Michael!”

Vasquez shrugs. “She likes the prototype better?”

“And J’onn? Haven’t you call J’onn?”

Lucy massages her temples and Vasquez shakes their head. “He’s our last resort.”

Oh. “He threatened you.” It’s not a question but it would be nice to have it confirmed.

Lucy nods.

“He said if she lets her do something  this stupid again, he will suspend her for a week,” Vasquez informs you.

You frown. “But… it’s not your fault Alex is… well, Alex.”

“Space Dad swears she started acting up when I joined the DEO,” Lucy mutters. “That’s bullshit, though.”

“Well…” you drawl. “He’s not wrong. She was the perfect agent before she started dating you.”

Lucy’s glare on you, makes you flinch and you fly to Alex in part to escape Lucy and in part to bring Alex down.

“Hey, sis!” Alex chirps the moment you are floating by her side.

“Alex…” you wave her, grabbing a wrench that threatens to fall off the catwalk and kill someone below. “So… how about we if go down for a little bit?”

“Nope,” she says happily. “I’m almost done.”

“Alex… Lucy is gonna be suspended if you don’t come down.”

That makes her pause and look up from whatever she is oiling. “What?”

“J’onn said she would be suspended if you pull a crazy stunt again.”

She blinks once, twice, before looking down to what you think looks like a mechanical skull. “Weren’t you on a date with Lena?” she asks you.

The topic change makes your head swirl. “Uh?”

“Weren’t you with Lee?”

“… Yes?”

She looks up again and turns her head left and then right. Her face brightens and you don’t need to look to know what has her so happy. “Lee!”

“Al!” Lena’s cheerful voice ricochets around your brain, making you wince. You love Lena, you love Alex, but the level of silliness and stupidity they reach when together makes you have honest to Rao migraines.

Lena comes to sit next to your sister and you see she has changed clothes. She is no longer wearing her red power-suit, but one of… yes, you can see the tag on her chest, one of Alex’s day-to-day uniforms. “What do I do?” She asks, eagerly.

Alex points to the backpack-like chunk of metal to the side. “I can’t make it ignite without it bursting into flames.”

“Alex!” You scold her because she knows, she knows, she can’t play with fire.

Your sister rolls her eyes. “Lena is here,” she tells you dismissively. “She’ll fix it.”  

Lena nods once, sharply. “No problem.”

You groan. “C’mon, Alex! Lena! You need to come down, you can’t try this if it can explode!”

“Relax, we know what we are doing,” Alex says, twisting something in her hands and crying happily in success. “Yes! This will fly now!”

You shake your head. “Guys, please.”

“Don’t you have a tiny Director to calm down?” Lena asks you and you groan again.

You can try getting physical with them. You can try grabbing them and forcing them down… but these two are so in sync and they think so alike they will escape you one way or another.

They have done it before.

If you go for Alex, Lena in all her graceful glory will jump down, forcing you to catch her and letting Alex escape with their toy. If you go for Lena, Alex will still have the time to escape with their toy.

If you try going for both they will make it so that none of you three make it down unharmed and… Alex will still escape with their toy.

The only way you can really win this is talking about their sense of responsibility and adulting… not that either act like adults when they are together.

“… What will it cost me to have you both down and complaint?”

Lena and Alex look from their respective tasks and look at each other. Lena raises an eyebrow and Alex’s lip twitches. Lena dips her head to you and Alex’s shakes a little. Lena’s eyes widen and Alex’s brow furrow. Alex’s nose wrinkles and Lena smirks.

As one, they turn to you.

“We are not going down,” they announce solemnly.

“Oh! Come on!”

“Bye, Kara.” With that, Alex pushes the tool kit out the catwalk and to your horror, it splits open as it starts going down.

“You, asshole!” You yell at her as you use your speed to catch every single tool and nail and screw and tidbit before they reach the ground and really kill someone.

The worst thing is, no matter how fast you do it, by the time you go back to them they would be finished with their tasks and they would still not come down.

“Nice catch, Supergirl,” Vasquez says with a smirk.

“I hate them both.”

Lucy sighs. “That makes three of us.”

Vasquez laughs. “I don’t hate them. I find them hilarious.”

Lucy’s murderous eyes are turned to her second-in-command before focusing on the crazy duo above. “Get ready to phone J’onn.”

You gasp. “You will be suspended!”

“I don’t care. I’ll make sure he suspends Alex too and I’ll make her pay for this.”

Your stomach clenches in worry at her words. “You won’t hurt her, will you?”

You are no stranger to Lucy’s moods and you have seen her hit the punching bag heavily when she is too angry. You have seen her lay it on the shooting range when she is frustrated and you have seen her scream and yell until she is blue in the face when things don’t go her way…

… And you have seen her manhandle Alex in several occasions, not that they know you have seen them.

You haven’t acted nor will you act because Alex, Lena, and even J’onn have told you Alex is in no danger repeatedly and emphatically.

You still worry, though.

And apparently, Lucy can hear that worry in your voice because her eyes shift from Alex and Lena and settle on you. They are warm and open and so understanding that you know why Alex is dating this madwoman. “Kara, I promise I won’t harm her.”

You nod and you are about to tell her how grateful you are your sister found in their relationship such comfort that she started being so bratty when Lee’s overjoyed squeal reaches your ears.

“Kara!”

You look up just in time to see Lena jumping down from the catwalk… if you didn’t know that Lena actually enjoys jumping off buildings, you would be so freaked out. But, right now, you were kind of expecting her to do this.

You meet her halfway on her descend, letting her enjoy the free fall for a couple of seconds. “One of these days I won’t catch you,” you growl at her with no real heat as you lower her easily to the ground. Her arms are around your neck and she is looking up with a big smile.

“No biggie,” she says with a shrug, letting go. “Alex will catch me.”

Once your feet touch down, you look up too.

Alex is holding the ends of what you see are mechanical wings and the reason that she is in her underwear is now evident: her arms and legs are encased in soft leather with more metal feathers and over her head, she is wearing that strange skull you saw before. The wings are designed so the movements of her arms make the metal wings move, almost as if she was a little kid playing being a bird… even her feet are in what looks like clawed shoes.

“Don’t you dare jump!” Lucy calls her.

“It’s gonna work!” Alex yells back.

“If you jump; your ass is mine!”

“My ass is already yours, dimwit!”

“You know what I fucking mean!”

“I can’t hear you!”

“Alex, NO!”

You can almost hear your sister think the “Alex, YES!” as she leaps.

Lena is jumping in joy besides you and you start hovering in preparation to catch your stupid sister.

But, just a second after jumping, Alex’s pushes a button on each hand and the machine comes to life.

It’s clumsy, it’s noisy and it’s so stiff, but your sister starts flapping and she manages to hold on the air for a really long second. Her tongue is poking out between her lips and you see her brow wrinkled in concentration. There is no air within the hangar, but after flapping hard, she somehow manages to find a way to glide down a little and it is then when her fun starts.

“See?!” She yells as she starts gliding in wide circles. “I’m flying!”

“No, you’re not!” Lucy yells. “You’re simply putting off your death!”

“This won’t kill me!”

“But I will! Come down here!”

You shake your head and hover up to fly alongside Alex. “She is spitting mad,” you tell her quietly.

Alex is finally close enough to the ground that she can easily see Lucy’s red, annoyed, face. Your sister winces and you refuse to feel any empathy towards her. “Fuck… I thought she was bluffing. She’s really pissed.”

You stare at her, shocked. “She called me in, Alex. She passed pissed an hour ago.”

Alex turns watery eyes to you and the pout on her face shouldn’t be that pitiful. “No, nuh-uh. Nope. Don’t look at me like that. You made her mad, you face her.”

“Kara…” she whines.

“Damn it, Alex, she is your girlfriend! You shouldn’t like making her mad!”

Alex’s pout is replaced by a smug smirk. “I like her mad.”

“Alex!”

Her smirk softens at your exasperation. “Really Kar, she doesn’t get mad-mad… Rao, I hate making her mad-mad… but, like… I enjoy pushing her and she enjoys it too.” She fumbles a bit with her wings, making a wide turn so you can keep gliding easily. “She likes it when I don’t listen… I mean, she could override my commands at any time and she could really force me to come down with one word… but she let me do this… so.” She almost shrugs before remembering that could possibly be a bad choice when she is using wings so high from the ground.

You frown, confused. “Then why she would call me?”

“She is a drama queen.”

You snort. “So, you are indeed made for each other.”

“Hey! I’m not a drama queen!”

“No, you are just dramatic.”

The lazy circles around the hangar bring you closer and closer to the ground and closer and closer to a tiny angry Director.

Alex is all smiles when her feet touch the ground and she makes a stupid flourish to Lena’s clapping, bowing reverently to an imaginary crowd. Her bowing is interrupted, though, when a loud smack is heard and Alex jumps a foot forward mid reverence.

“Damn it, Alex!” Lucy snarls. “That was stupid and reckless!”

Alex turns to face her girlfriend, a pout back in her face. She is rubbing her left butt cheek where Lucy just slapped her. “I didn’t die…”

“But you will wish you did the moment I’m done with you.” Lucy grabs Alex’s forearm and she starts marching her to the exit.

“But the prototype worked!”

“You weren’t authorized to use it or even fix it!”

“But-”

They are no longer within sight, but you can almost see how Lucy spanks Alex again. You can hear it clearly and you know that Alex’s complains will be shut down now.

“So…” Vasquez says. “I don’t call Director J’onzz?”

You shake your head. “I don’t think so, no. Let Lucy deal with her.”

Lena snorts. “She won’t be able to sit for a week.”

“Try a month,” Vasquez mutters

Lena nods with a grin on her face.

You look at them and sigh. You don’t get it. You don’t.

But, you also don’t want to get it.

So, you don’t ask.

“Alex!”

You sigh and turn to Lena. “Want to get out of here?” You ask her, pleading her with your eyes. You don’t want to be around for Alex’s next round of stupid.

Lena smiles. “Sure.” She wraps her arms around your neck again and lets you take her weight. “Take me home, Supergirl.”

“Alexandra!”

Alex’s delighted laughter is the last thing you hear before you flee with Lena in your arms.

And you smile. Maybe Alex changed after started dating Lucy, but she changed for good.

She is happier, more relaxed and overall at ease.

Yeah, it’s good she is dating Lucy.

Even if you don’t get how their relationship really works.