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girl-of-many-fandoms · 1 year

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Better Late Than Never

Pairing: Alex Karev x Reader

Summary: After years of being gone, Alex makes his return to Grey Sloan Memorial.

Warnings: Mention of Jack Gibson and light cursing.

She's baaccckkk!!!

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“Dr. Y/L/N.”

“What is it Griffith?” The brunette looked up from the tablet in her hands to see the new intern smiling back at her and panting like she just ran two miles. Y/N cocked an eyebrow and the intern who seemingly forgot her reason for searching for the OBGYN in the first place.

“Oh! There’s a really handsome man looking for you. Well, I overheard him asking Dr. Hunt for you down in the pit but he got brushed off so I offered to bring him up but he said he knew this hospital like the back of his hand. Which is weird now that I think about it.” Griffith tilted her head to the side causing her curls to bounce on top of her head as she thought back to her interaction with the man.

“Did he give you a name?”

“I didn’t ask but he’s right-”

“Here.” For a second the doctor’s heart skipped a beat at the sound of a very familiar voice. A voice that she tried so hard to forget over the past couple years.

No no no, it can’t be him she thought.

“Y/N.”

“Griffith I need you run down to the lab to collect Mrs. Henry’s lab workup.” Alex hung his head and the intern could visibly see her superior trying her best to ignore the man that called out to her.

“Y/N you can’t igno-”

“Griffith-”

“On it.” The intern glanced between the pair before speed walking down the hall to the elevator. Alex sighed, he knew that she wasn’t going to be happy to see him but he didn’t expect her to ignore him either.

“Y/N please, can we talk?”

Rolling her eyes at him Y/N walked past him to go check on her patient but that only made him follow her. Alex securely took hold of her arm and pulled her into the nearest on-call room.

“Alex! What the hell?” Breaking away from him she wasted no time in putting as much distance between them as possible.

“Y/N I know you don’t want to see me especially after the way things ended between us but I just want to talk.”

“It’s been years since you left me to go back to Izzie and now you want to talk. Alex I’m only going to say this once, fuck you. I don’t want to hear a word coming out of your mouth because when you were supposed to talk to me you left. You took your things and took off leaving me a freaking letter filled with bullshit.” Alex listened to her release all her anger on him that she definitely had pent up over the years.

“I meant everything in that letter Y/N. I loved you and every single thing we had built together-”

“Oh please, you wouldn’t even know what love is even if it slapped you in the face Karev. If you had loved me, loved us and what we had, you wouldn’t have left. We would’ve come up with a way for you to meet your kids and be a part of their lives but you took off instead. You didn’t mention them to me, you just found out and left me in the dirt.” Hot tears pricked at her eyes as all the hurt, frustration and anger rushed to the surface but she’s not going to let them fall. Alex Karev didn’t deserve another tear of hers.

“You didn’t deserve that.”

“I didn’t deserve that but yet still you did that to me!” Alex felt a stabbing pain in his chest hearing and seeing how much pain, how much she’s hurting over the way he left. After all, they were three days away from getting married and starting a life together.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s a little too late for apologies.” A moment of silence fell over the room giving Y/N the time to get a hold of her emotions. Alex couldn’t help but take in her appearance after being away from her for years. He had to admit, her beauty never changed but the thing that struck him was the wedding band that she wore on her left hand.

“How are they?”

“Mhm?” Alex snapped back to reality at the sound of her voice.

“Your family, how are they?” She couldn’t help but to be curious about the kids and what they looked like. A smile graced his face at the thought of his kids back home.

“They’re good, the kids are growing nicely.”

“And Izzie, how is she?”

“We’re no longer together, we had gotten remarried and tried the whole apple pie family life but that only lasted for two years. I’m just sticking around for the sake of the kids.” His smile faltered, breaking that news to her. When he left he had hopes of working things out with Izzie and they did but it wasn’t the same and he knew that. He knew that his heart was back in Seattle with Y/N but he didn’t want to not be part of his children’s lives. Clearing his throat, he pointed to the rock that sat on her ring finger.

“You got married?”

“I did, I married Gibson” Y/N’s lips curled up into a smile at the thought of her husband Jack.

“Gibson from Station 19? Wow, okay.” Alex didn’t see that one coming, he stuffed his hands into his pockets as he continued.

“He uh- treating you right?”

“He is.”

“Good, good, you deserve it.” Y/N could see that he’s still wrapping his head around it and just as she was about to say something her pager went off.

“I have to go, they need me in the pit.” She brushed past him but stopped with her hand on the doorknob.

“Alex, although it took a while, thanks for finally coming to talk.”

“Better late than never, right?” The pair chuckled at that statement because it’s true. Now she was finally able to bury what they had.

“But I should get going, take care of yourself Karev.” Y/N opened the door and ran off leaving him in the cold room. Just as the door closed shut behind her, Alex found himself saying the three words that he wanted to tell her all along.

“I love you.”

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supercorpkid · 2 months

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Powergirl Should Die

Supergirl. Powergirl. B!D. Kara Danvers x BabyDanvers!Reader, Alex Danvers x BabyDanvers!Reader, Lena Luthor, Winn Schott.

Word Count: 2550.

Porwergirl should die. Someone should kill her.

The suit is skin tight, it clings so forcefully onto you as if it's trying to become part of you. But this other skin, just simply doesn’t fit right over your bones.

There is a huge House of El crest over your chest, in its golden glory. It weighs down on your skin, heavy and sacred. It should help you feel at ease. It doesn’t. It feels like it’s burning your skin like a branding iron.

Kryptonian?

Yes.

Super powers?

Yes.

You’re a superhero. Next, please!

Kara stands tall next to you, hand on your shoulder. “Would you look at that,” your sister smiles brightly at you. “Mother and father would be so proud of you, mini me.”

Kara has called you that your whole life, but you never felt so little as you do right now. You've also never felt so much like Kara. Crumpled up inside this supersuit to fit someone else’s dream. You don’t think your parents would be very proud of you now.

“Kara, this feels odd.” You try to lift the suit from your skin, that is so snuggled up it barely leaves you room to breathe. “I-I look like you.”

“I know!” She proudly squeaks. “I asked Winn to only change the colors. How do you feel about the white, red and blue?”

“Like a walking American flag.” You wince at the thought. You like the white, it’s a little more sober than the blue in Kara's suit, it also reminds you of the vest you used to wear back in Krypton. The red cape feels like they've ripped a piece of Kara’s and placed it on your back. The high blue boots are uncomfortable and the matching gloves are just plain stupid.

“You certainly don’t look like one.” Alex chimes in from behind you, and you turn around, sick of the sight of you in the mirror. “Honestly sis, I like this suit. I think it might be even better than Kara’s.”

“I wouldn’t go that far, mine has history.”

“Yours is a copy of Superman’s.”

“That’s what I mean, history.”

You watch your sister’s bickering with faint attention because they both would never say how ridiculous you look with this dull, hideous, comical outfit.

But it didn’t matter how foolish you looked, or how stupid you felt. There was no way out of this. Kara said you looked perfect and Alex agreed. J’onn, who’s been the closest thing to a father to you on this planet, gave you a stiff smile when asked what he thought. He could read your mind, remember? That’s what he thought about it. And Winn was just over the moon with his creation. No way out. From that day on, you’re Powergirl.

It hasn’t been long since you started being Powergirl. You’re still not the most prominent face of the Supers, thank God for that. You do the easy jobs while Kara takes on the real bad guys. You follow her lead. Obey to what Alex tells you to do over the comm that is permanently stuck in your ear. As if you couldn’t hear her from miles and miles away.

But with every passing day, it becomes even more obvious to you that you were really not cut out for this superhero life. Not good at it. Not happy with it. Not fit for it.

The very opposite of Kara, actually. Because Kara fits everywhere and with everyone. She fits perfectly in her suit, with her alias. Perfectly at her job at CatCo, as a news reporter. And ever since she landed on Earth she created her perfect family, story, life on this planet.

You, on the other hand, wish everyday you were still at Krypton. You are well aware that if you stayed behind, that if your parents hadn't made Kara snuggle your smaller form against her own body on that pod, you would have exploded. You wouldn't be alive today. And you wish people knew you don't want to be dead, you just wish your planet hadn't exploded in the first place.

Sure Kara feels the same. Yet she makes a name for herself and gives back to this planet that took you both in so willingly, that gave you both powers because of its sun. Kara is just different.

"Mother would want us to use our powers for good." She would whisper to you in the dark, whenever the Danvers would tell you to not use your powers. Whenever they asked you to fit in completely. "Father spent so much time trying to stop our planet from deteriorating, don't you think that if he had powers he would use them to make that happen?"

She would ask you questions that didn't feel like questions. That required no answers at all. Kara would tell you what she knew about them, use them as arguments to explain to you (convince even) why you had to become a superhero too.

And you would lay there in the dark, after your sister was asleep, looking at the long dead stars, and wondering whether she was right. Whether that was your parents' plans all along or just a sad coincidence.

"Powergirl." You hear Kara's voice early in the morning while you're still trying to brew yourself a cup of coffee. "I need you for a second."

"It's too early in the morning and I have to get ready for work." You press on your comm to answer. "Can't you deal with it alone?"

"Hm, no. I need you to come here now."

You let out a huge sigh, trying to ease your own mind. Coffee will wait, you guess. You're out of your pj's, into your suit, and out of the house in a blur. You stop next to Kara while she stares at a billboard.

"What?" You can't help the harshness of your tone as you see no emergency around her.

Kara says nothing. Only points at the billboard and you finally take note of it. Written in large red colors, the sentence: Powergirl should die.

Huh.

"It seems that you have an enemy." Kara says when time enough has passed for you to read the sentence over a few times. "Don't worry, we'll catch them."

Cute. It's your first thought. It's almost like someone wrote you a love letter, au contraire.

Kara makes an effort to tear it all down, destroy the billboard before anyone sees it. You don't help her, stuck inside your own mind, replaying the words in your head.

"No need to worry." She assures you, hand on your shoulder to get you out of your trance. "No one will do you any harm, mini me. I'd never let anyone hurt you."

"Thanks, Kar." You look at your watch on your wrist. "Work calls." And so you fly home.

You try to lodge that sentence in the back of your mind. You don't wanna seem stressed out, even though you are. But showing how actually worried you are about it, and with the fact that someone is coming for you, it's inconceivable.

Kara would worry. Alex would stress. Ooof, you can see it all playing out. Sleepovers and excuses for you to miss work and hang at the DEO headquarters so they can keep an eye on you, until you're feeling suffocated.

No, no. You can't go through that. It's been a while since you and your sisters shared a bedroom. You don't think you three can do that again now that you're grown ups.

It happens again. You don't see it, but you hear the agents commenting about it, a couple days later. They get muted the second you fly in the DEO, which is not only annoying but foolish. You do have super hearing after all.

"So, where was it this time?" You ask Alex, while she tries to avoid looking at you.

"Where's what?" She tries, and you furrow your brows.

"Winn, put it on the monitor." You ask coming closer. Winn looks at Alex as if asking for permission, but you don't give her time to deny him. "Come on, I heard the agents. I'm still Kryptonian even if I'm not a Super."

Winn huffs. "On the tallest building of National City." The photo goes up on the large TV in front of you, and you swallow deep.

Powergirl should die.

"Y/N," Alex talks in a low tone so the agents around can't hear her. "it's not personal."

"Looks personal." You cross your arms, turning your back at the TV. "Someone wanting me dead sounds like it's as personal as it can get."

"Supergirl is looking into it, I promise we'll catch whoever did this."

"Alex, please." You pass her on your way to the training room. "You know damn well my favorite thing about you is that you don't lie."

"You've lost too many punching bags." You hear a voice behind your back, and you breathe deep before turning around.

"Just training a little." You look at the number of destroyed bags by your feet and decide that it's true, there's too many, even though that's what they're here for.

"Alex told me about the message." Kara approaches you slowly, trying to test the territory. She can see your distress, but doesn't know the extent of it. And she won't, because you're definitely going to fake it.

"Yeah, tall building. They got the writing off quickly, though. So no major problems."

"Honey," Kara's voice is even sweeter now, if that's possible. "I'll catch them. I'll be patrolling tonight. No one's coming for you."

"I'm not worried." You smile at your lie, or half of lie for what it's worth. Knowing that Kara will be patrolling the city helps. You know your sister would never let anything bad happen to you. And it's very unlikely that anyone on this planet could easily defeat two Kryptonians.

Kara also smiles, and brings you into her arms for a hug. And you breathe out, calmer. Kara's arms have kept you safe from many perils. Spaceship lost in space, new planet, new school, new job. Surely she can keep you safe again.

You don't feel safe, though, when you wake up to a familiar voice far away. You rub the sleep from your eyes, well awake, paying close attention to a conversation you weren't invited to be a part of.

"Alex, I went around the city, there's no new wri-"

"Kara? What was that?"

There it was, in big red letters the sentence that has been haunting you for days. Powergirl should die. And under it new words' been added, someone should kill her.

"I found new writing." Kara's voice comes a second later. "It's worse this time."

"Take a picture so we can compare the handwriting and get back here."

"I have to clean this up." But before Kara even has the chance to, you're flying next to her in front of the L Corp building. "Y/N! What are you doing here?"

You move closer to the building to investigate. The ink is still wet, it wasn't done too long ago. You look around trying to find cameras. It's Lena's building, you're sure there are cameras everywhere. You spot one with a direct view.

"Mini me-" Kara tries.

"Go to work Supergirl, I'll deal with this. Someone wanting me dead is my problem." It's always been your problem, you are aware. But Kara promised you, you had nothing to worry about. Promised she would patrol the city. Promised she would protect you. And yet, here it is, in big block red letters.

"But-"

"I got it, Kara. Can you just believe in me?"

"Y/N, you know I do. I just wanna help."

"I don't need help." You clench your jaw, tired of being treated like a little girl. Like a mini Kara instead of your own person. "I'm Kryptonian too."

Cheap shot? Maybe. Definitely. You throw it, anyway.

You clean the writing then fly home to suit up. You can't face Lena without it. Another secret that only makes you hate your secret identity as hard. Lying to your friends, sneaking out, it's all stressing and there's literally no reward high enough worth of all this.

"Lena."

"Oh shit." Lena's hand goes to her chest after her obvious scare. You can hear her heart almost beating out of her chest. "It's too early for bad news, Powergirl."

"Trust me, I agree with that." You breathe out, trying to give her a smile. It comes out flat. "I was wondering if I could look into one of your surveillance cameras. There was some writing on this building this morning, I would very much like to know who's responsible."

"Writing? I - I didn't see anything when I came in."

"Good. I cleaned it as fast as possible." You point at her computer and she breathes deep as if she is agreeing with you.

It doesn't take long for the images to be up, and you two to be carefully reversing the filming until Lena sees you and Kara flying in front of it, and read the words herself. She looks up to you and quirks up an eyebrow, in question.

"Currently unsure if someone is threatening me or if this is just general knowledge being passed on."

"People don't want you dead, you're a superhero!" Lena argues. "Maybe Lex, but he's currently serving his time."

"Clearly not everyone agrees with you." You point back at the words on her computer.

"It's awful." She admits, even though she doesn't fully trust you or Kara yet. "Wait, wait. There."

You can't see a thing. One minute is there, the other isn't. You slow down the images, trying to see any detail. Lena soon takes over and slows down as much as she can. That's when you see it, just a tiny flash of red. You hold your breath. Thankfully, Lena hasn't noticed it.

"How's this possible? There's no one."

"Seems that I'll have to patrol the city myself tonight." You're almost leaving Lena's office when you turn around one more time. "Thank you for your help, Ms. Luthor."

"I was barely of any help at all." Lena points at the computer as proof and you give her a smile.

"Au contraire, darling. You showed me everything I needed to see." You wink at her, then fly out.

You march inside the DEO, positive on your plan. No one is talking you out of it, that's for sure.

Winn tries to argue that it is illogical for you to just give yourself to your enemy. He gets ignored. Alex argues that as a DEO agent she can't let you do this, and as your older sister she would be insane to leave you alone in this situation. You don't budge. Kara pulls out the big guns, her promise to mother and father, her duty as your protector, how you're the only connection she still has with Krypton, her love for you and so on. Her cries fall on deaf ears.

So at night, you fly around National City watching and studying everyone in it, even though you know you should only be looking for one person. One person with superspeed, a red cape and a big motive.

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sparklypinkflightsuit · 1 month

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Blessed Be: Chapter 4

Pairing: Detective!Bob Floyd x Reader

WitchAU

Summary: Things take a dark turn as someone returns for what they’re owed.

Warnings: Swearing, Gore, Violence, Alcohol, Smut, Angst, Fluff, Degrading Themes, Witchcraft, Magic, I think that’s it?

- Chapter 3 Here -

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18+ only beyond this point

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Bob walked out of the house and down to the end of your garden, where the cliffside gave way to rocks and boulders of varying sizes, allowing access to the crashing waves below.

He stood looking out at sea with arms crossed and his eyebrows pinched as he thought about what Gillian had said.

“Pieces of Alex, dragged for miles…”

He rubbed his face and let out a frustrated sigh. Part of him wanted to chalk the deaths up to coincidence, in the hopes that there was no curse, but he didn’t really believe that was the case. If you believed there was a curse, then there was one.

Obviously Bob didn’t want to die a painful death, but the problem was it was too late. He was already madly and unconditionally in love with you, since the very second he laid eyes on you, and even before, your soles were tied and imprinted on one another.

There was no one else for Bob, and he knew if he even tried to walk away, or move on with his life, he’d end up right back here every time.

Bob didn’t want to even try and leave, he didn’t want to die, but it didn’t matter if he got to spend whatever time he had left with you. Even if he did leave, he was still doomed to die, as he was already in love with you, no amount of distance or time would change that.

Bob sighed, his heart aching from the sheer force of what he felt for you, and turned to look back at the house.

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10 minutes went by and Bob still hadn’t come back. Your stomach churned and you got up out of your seat and grabbed a shawl from the coat hanger.

“I’m going to find Bob.” You told your mom, and she nodded, a sympathetic smile on her face.

You closed the back door behind you and scanned the dark garden. Bob was nowhere in sight, so you did a lap around the house to check.

Once you’d rounded back to the cliffside, you began to worry. His car was still at the front gate, but he wasn’t here. Perhaps he had taken a walk down to town to clear his mind.

You decided to check, and began to walk down the winding road down the hill.

The night was silent, and the sun began to slowly peek its head over the horizon, casting a dark blue glow over everything.

Something felt off, but you couldn’t place your finger on it. You couldn’t feel Bob. Ever since he had walked into your store a few days ago, you could feel him when he was nearby, the goosebumps, the hairs on the back of your neck, the heat in your stomach, but it wasn’t there now.

You picked up your pace as you got close to town, and began walking up and down the little streets until the sun was fully in the sky and everything was light and airy.

Children laughed and squealed on their way to school, parents chatting away to friends as they walked, the fishermen in the harbour coming back with their first catch of the day, but for once all of the makings of a normal day felt like they were masking something far more sinister.

By midday, your legs ached and you had checked every corner of the island you could think to check, and you were sick with nerves.

Where was Bob, how far could he have gotten without a car, and why couldn’t you feel him anymore?

Your mind raced to horrible possibilities, what if he was dead? No, he couldn’t be, you hadn’t heard the beetle, you have to hear the beetle! You kept telling yourself this over and over as you finally made your way on wobbly legs back up the road to your house.

You walked into the quiet house and your shoulders slumped.

“Bob?” You called hopelessly. Nothing. You wanted to cry, you were terrified.

Suddenly your Aunt Gillian popped her head out of the lounge, looking like death reanimated. She held her head and shuffled over to you. You wanted scream at her.

“Bree, I’m so sorry for last night. I don’t know what came over me. Did you find him?” She asked apologetically.

You shook your head, and suddenly the dam broke and you began to sob.

“Oh honey. Come here.” Gillian pulled you into her and held you as you cried.

“I can’t feel him anymore. He’s gone, Gilly.” You sobbed, your insides twisting painfully.

“No, honey, no. He can’t be, you would have heard it, you would have felt it.” She said stroking your hair.

“Is… is that what happened when Alex…?” You asked through your tears.

Aunt Gillian just nodded sadly, you could hear her heart beat speed up, and immediately felt bad for asking.

“I’m sorry that happened to you.” You said, “I know I didn’t say it last night, with everything going on, but I’m so sorry.”

“I knew what I was getting into. I just… didn’t expect it to happen so fast. I thought we’d have more time.” She whispered.

Your mom appeared at the top of the stairs and she immediately made her way down to pull you both into a hug.

“I’ll make some tea and we’ll brainstorm.” Your mom said, disappearing into the kitchen.

As you and aunt Gillian followed, she apologised again, “I really am sorry for last night, it was so strange, I just didn’t feel like myself.”

You smiled at her, all forgiven, “It’s ok Gilly, I think I’d do the same if I… lost Bob.” You whispered, suddenly feeling sick at the thought that you might have already.

The three of you sat at the kitchen table, drinking the chamomile tea your mom had brewed to calm your nerves as you flipped through spell book after spell book for anything that would help.

After what seemed like forever, you mom stopped, leaned closer to the book and the suddenly stood with such speed it made you jump.

“Got it!” She exclaimed, tapping her index finger twice against the page.

You stood and leaned over the table to see what she was pointing at.

“It’s not foolproof, but if we do it right we should be able to see what Bob is seeing. Hopefully we can figure out where he is that way.” She said.

“Let’s do it.”

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Having found Bobs big wire framed glasses in his car, and a bottle of his oaky cologne in the glove compartment, you gathered around the kitchen table and placed the items in the middle, surrounded by pillar candles arranged in an even circle.

Along with this you placed the page of your diary with the love spell you wrote when you were younger.

You joined hands with your mom and aunt and they ran you through what you would need to repeat.

“Are you ready?” Your mom asked. You took a deep breath and nodded.

Your mom gave you both the signal to start the spell.

“Take my mind and make it free, place it where my loves should be. Mighty Hecate make it so, where he is I need to know.

Take my mind and make it free, place it where my loves should be. Mighty Hecate make it so, where he is I need to know.”

The three of you repeated the spell over and over and over, louder and louder each time until eventually you were shouting at the top of your lungs, and still nothing was happening.

Your throat hurt and you kept repeating it over and over, but your mom and aunt had long stopped, watching you desperately cry out those words, until eventually you let out a loud sob, gripping the table as you cried, feeling defeated and heartbroken.

Your mom was about to call it off, and tell you she’d find another way.

A single tear slipped from your eye, rolled down your nose and dropped into the centre of the candles.

A bright light blinded you and engulfed the room, and the candles blew out.

Suddenly, you weren’t in your kitchen anymore, you were looking out at sea, the dark waves below you crashing thunderously. You tried to turn to look around but your body didn’t move, and suddenly you realised it wasn’t your body you were in at all, but Bobs.

“Bob!” You called, but no sound came out.

“Robby, please, where are you?” You cried.

Suddenly a sound echoed in what you could only imagine was Bobs head, a low grumble that gradually grew into a meniacal, menacing laugh.

You recognised that laugh, it wasn’t Bobs, it was the sound you heard coming from Aunt Gillys mouth the night before, the psychotic cackle that sent chills up your spine.

You suddenly realised, with absolute horror, that it wasn’t Aunt Gilly either, not now and not the night before.

“Hello.” The voice cooed, “Its getting a little cramped in here.” He said.

“Are you… is this Alex?” You asked, trying to steady your voice.

“Clever girl, much smarter than that Aunty of yours. She didn’t even realise I was there, bouncing around in her mind for months.”

“Why are you here?” You demanded.

“I’m owed this life, mine was wrongfully taken from me! If Gillian had told me that I would die, such a painfully long death, just for being with her, I would have run. I should have been allowed that choice!” He became angry, his voice echoing loudly.

“Bree?” Another voice, sound and familiar this time.

“Bob?” You called, “Bob, I’m here.”

“Bree! I can’t see anything, what’s happening?” He cried, panic in his usually strong voice.

“Bob just hang on, okay? I’m going to fix this!” You sobbed, but his voice didn’t come back.

“Bob?” You cried.

“He’s gone darling, my desire to live is so much stronger than his. He would have given his life up for you. Pathetic.” Alex’s voice cackled again.

Just then Bobs body turned slightly, and you caught a glimpse of the cliff side and trees on the ledge you took Bob to the day before.

“Fuck you!” You screamed, and suddenly you were being forced out by Alex, and you landed with a thump on your kitchen floor.

Your mom and aunt scrambled to your side, making sure you were okay.

You let out a loud, wracking sob as you fought for breath.

“It’s Alex!” You managed to get out. “Alex has Bob, I know where they are.” You gasped for air as you rolled over onto your knees.

Your mom and aunt followed you out the door as you ran as quick as you could.

“Wait!” Aunt Gilly shouted.

You spun around, already out of breath.

“What do you mean Alex has Bob?” Her hands on her hips, a confused expression on her face.

“That wasn’t you last night, Gilly. Alex has been with you since he died. He’s angry and he wants the life that was taken from him. I have to get to Bob before it’s too late.” You said, before turning on your heel and running down the winding road.

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All Bob remembered was turning to face the house, ready to walk back in and declare his love for you, and that he would not be scared off. He wanted to spend whatever time he had left being loved by you and loving you right back.

Instead of walking towards the house, his body turned back to the cliffside and walked down the stony path towards the boulders and rocks that gradually dipped towards the sea.

The next thing he remembered was darkness and hearing your voice. He was so relieved and tried to move towards it, but instead you kept getting further away, and then he heard another voice he didn’t recognise.

“Bree?” He called, panic washing over him. “Bree where are you?”

Nothing. Everything was deafeningly quiet, and pitch black. He tried to move around but felt like he was suspended in mid air, not gaining any sort of traction.

All Bob could do was wait, and think about how hard he would kiss you the next time he was given the chance.

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You ran on tired, aching legs up the little path that led to the secret ledge you had shared with Bob. You stopped as soon as you had reached the grassy patch of land and your eyes desperately searched the small area for any sign of Bob. You doubled over and tried to catch your breath as you did so, gasping for the oxygen you had deprived your lungs of the entire 20 minute journey.

As you stood back up, you suddenly felt two large hands on your back, and you were pushed over the ledge. Luckily your hand found purchase on an exposed root, and you clung on with what little strength you had left, not to plummet into the violent ocean below, jagged rocks glinting menacingly in the sun, like teeth waiting to chew you to pieces.

Bobs head appeared over the edge, a crooked grin plastered on his face. It was Bob looking down at you, without a shadow of a doubt, but it wasn’t Bobs eyes. Two deep brown eyes replaced his sparking blue ones.

“God you really are incessant aren’t you?” He chuckled, and this time it was Bobs voice, as you were no longer in his head with Alex.

This made you shudder, but you had to remind yourself it wasn’t really him at all.

“Let him go, Alex. You can’t have him.” You gritted out as you exerted all of your strength to hold onto the root, which was becoming more and more slippery by the minute.

“I already have him, you stupid bitch.” He spat. “You Owens women are all the same, take take take! Selfish cows just thinking they are entitled to taking a mans life just so they feel wanted for once in their pathetic little existence. Your aunt told me about your mother, two men, TWO MEN she stole from. Two lives that could have continued had she just left well enough alone.” He was angry now, pacing up and down the length of the small ledge.

You were slipping.

“And you know what? As long as your blood line continues, this will keep happening. Because you’re all whores, selfish, disgusting whores. No. No I can’t allow it to go on, for the sake of humanity you have to be stopped.” He looked down at you, deranged eyes on the face you’d come to love so much.

He suddenly lifted his boot and stomped down on your fingers. You screamed as white hot pain seared through your hand, you gripped tighter as you felt your body slipping further down.

“Fuck you!” You cried, gritting your teeth together.

He lifted his boot again, and brought it down even harder, causing you to inadvertently loosen your grip.

You couldn’t stop yourself from falling now as the last of the root slipped from your fingers, and you closed your eyes to prepare for the impact.

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"Too busy being yours" // Alex Turner X Reader!

filling the prompt: you feel uncomfortable with the amount of people who keep hitting on Alex, and even with you trusting him, Alex decides to kiss at one of the parties, even though you are super shy, so you can mark territory.

words: 1,1K (another blurb instead of a full fanfic😔)

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You couldn't help but feel a little bit jealous whenever you saw other people hitting on Alex. It wasn't that you didn't trust him or that you didn't think he loved you, but it was hard to see so many people vying for his attention when you were right there beside him. You knew that he was completely oblivious to it all, always too focused on you to even notice anyone else, but it still bothered you sometimes.

"You look extra good tonight," Alex said, pulling you around the waist for a hug. He had said it before, yet you felt like you could hear it a few more times. Holding your chin to him, asking you with his eyes if everything was okay, you nodded. You wanted him to spend the night alone with you, but you understood that the light of that promotion was him, so he was going to have to socialize around. "I promise I'll be back in a few minutes, and I'll just be yours." He sealed your lips with his, feeling more comfortable seeing your shy smile as you hugged his chest to hide.

At that, you agreed. Squeezing his waist, soaking yourself into his comfort. Soon, he accompanied you until you found familiar faces again, refusing to leave you alone, even more knowing that you didn't like those parties much.

That night, you were at an album party with Alex, one that he helped record. After Al's small talk to you, you went dancing, looking to have a good time with Miles and his girlfriend.

Minutes later, as promised, he was back, kissed your head as you watched him in your still dazed soul from all the new people that had arrived, and thanked Miles for taking care of you.

Alex swore he could feel it on him how hot your cheeks got. Laughing, you moved closer to him, running your hands over his shoulders and then asked if he could get you something to drink. He nodded, claiming he understood at the sight of your trembling touch on him. You knew he understood, but it would always be weird for you to be introverted to the level of feeling bad walking past all these people you'd never seen before to get a single drink - it was like you could feel your thirst go away just imagining it. Anyway, Alex felt a little silly for not thinking about it, while also feeling good that you were comfortable asking him and not just letting your cravings go away.

Then, he had gone to get some drinks, leaving you to dance with Miles. Soon, he had you laughing and twirling around, feeling carefree and happy, like he did with everyone, and you were comfortable with him. That's when you saw her - a girl walking over to Alex, a flirty look in her eyes, along with some beautiful legs and silky gorgeous hair.

You watched from afar, Miles not even noticing. The girl compliments him, an unnecessary kiss on the cheek was given, and even though Alex tried to push her away in his cute way, it was in vain, and then she was touching his hand as if she wanted to hold it while chatting to him about something, feeling nothing but excited.

You should have gotten used to it by now, but inside you wanted to go over there and punch her away. Which yes, meant that it all pissed you off a little bit.

You watched as Alex tried to politely dodge her advances, telling her that he was already taken. But she wasn't giving up that easily. She kept following him around, trying to get his attention. You felt a twinge of jealousy and insecurity wash over you as you watched them.

Finally, Alex made his way back to you, completely ignoring the girl who was still trying to get into his nerves somehow. He handed the drinks to Miles, who looked confused, and then wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him. Your eyebrows arched, your skin prickled, and you felt your heart pounding. What the fuck he'd be doing?

As you couldn't help but be a little surprised when he leaned in for a deep kiss. He placed his hand just below your waist, squeezing the flesh there, and pulled you to him. It took you a moment to respond, but when you did, you wrapped your arms around his neck, Messing with some locks and kissed him back just as passionately. His hands were also on your neck, holding you close to him as he leaned your face back by pushing your hair so he could have better access. You could feel every inch of his body as his tongue suffocated you, and yet, it was like there was no one there but you.

When he finally pulled away, he pressed his forehead to yours, the strands of his hair falling in your face as you were fighting for breath. Before you could ask anything he kissed you quickly and proceeded. "Well, I'm just showing people who I belong with," he said quietly, his voice low and husky.

You felt a little bit embarrassed, but also incredibly grateful for his words. You knew that he loved you and that he was completely committed to you, but it was nice to hear him say it out loud like that.

As expected, he felt comforted by your wide smile and the way your face was being sent to his chest. This time, he even felt his own face flush. Then Miles whistled and some applause followed by his attitude. Alex squeezed you in his arms, letting you stay there until you felt ready to face people again. And from another perspective, Alex bowed, not failing to thank the little attention he received before that until everyone dispersed - the girl, in question, was no longer sighted.

"I'm sorry for this," he whispered into your hair.

You shook your head, "I love you, babe."

For the rest of the night, you danced with Alex, his arms always around you. You could feel him looking at you with that serious, pouty face of his, his quiet, yet troubled soul completely focused on you. And you knew that, no matter who else was in the room, you were the one he belonged with.

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Quackity Imagine: Hey There Delilah!

(I recommend reading this one while listening to "Hey There Delilah" by Plain White T's.)

You and Quackity were in a distance relationship for a year and a half, you're living in New York to study and he lives in Los Angeles, sometimes it's hard for you to take a plane and go to LA to see him because of all the work you've been doing, and the same for Alex, he's so busy with all his QSMP project, lives and law school he doesn't even have time to breath sometimes. You guys aren't talking so much lately because of that but he's trying not to disappear from your life, so when you post a picture on Instagram you'll receive a message of him saying:

Alex 💞💞: tonight u look so pretty baby!!

You: you're a thousand miles away, so how could u know?

Alex 💞💞: don't say that, I just know. Times Square can't shine as bright as you

You: I miss you so much, Alex :(

Alex 💞💞: I miss you too, I promise I will visit you as soon as I can

He'd say it to you making you smile a little, you've been so sad due his lack of attention. Don't get me wrong, you understand him as much as he understands you, but it still makes you sad as hell when you remember you don't see each other for almost two months. He promised he'd come to New York the next time and the only reason you didn't take a plane to LA yet is because he's still promising you he'll come.

Today's Saturday and you're in your and your best friend's apartment, she convinced you to go to Times Square tonight with her and some friends and you were now getting ready to go. To be honest, you were just going because you knew that if you stayed at home it would be worse for your sanity, and to make the situation even worse Alex wasn't responding you since this morning.

"Are you ready, Y/N?" Your best friend asked and you nod, taking a deep breath after checking your phone for the thousandth time seeing if Alex sent you something, but there was nothing there. Nothing. You're worried and upset, you already accepted too much of this behaviour, you couldn't take it no more. "Hey, are you okay?"

"Just Alex." You said to your friend. "I don't want to cry so let's forget about it, okay?"

"Are you sure?" She asked you, a little bit worried as she approaches you.

"Yes." You said.

The meeting at Times Square was terrible, you were hating it, all the lights and all the people couldn't take the sadness out of your heart, to be honest, seeing happy couples was just making you feel more down about your own relationship. You hear your cell phone vibrate, your boyfriend's name appears on the screen and you open his contact, ready to see what excuses he'd use this time.

Alex 💞💞: you look so pretty tonight, amor <3

You: ???

Alex 💞 💞: look behind you, Y/N.

You block your phone and look behind you, seeing Alex with a smile on his face and a bouquet of flowers in his hand. You were a little bit chocked but ran to hug him anyway, putting your hands in his neck as you kissed him with passion. "I missed you so much." He whispers in your mouth as you break up the kiss. "What are you doing here, Alex?" You asked him, almost crying as he gave you the bouquet. "I promised you I'd come, princess." You smile, hugging him one more time and grabbing the bouquet. "Are these for me?!" You ask and he nods. "Of course, amor." He smiles as you laugh, admiring the man in front of you for a moment. "I just can't believe you're really here." You whisper, caressing his cheek with your thumb, Alex kisses your wrist and smiles. "Y'know, I'd walk to you if I had no other way, babe."

"I'd do the same, honey." You give a peck on his lips. "I love you so fucking much."

"I love you too, I'm sorry for taking so long, amor."

"I forgive you this time, 'Lex." Your boyfriend laughs and nods. "Done." He whispers in your ear as he hugs you again, you look at his face, suddenly all the sadness and empty was gone with your boy in your arms, life shined again, just like Times Square, but not more than you.

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy the writing! :)

Requests are open!

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As Grim as the Reaper | Simon 'GHOST' Riley PREQUEL

Ghost x Reader, Graves x Reader

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Phillip Graves x AFAB!Reader!OC 18+ MINORS DNI! t.w // angst, mental health, language, violence, death, sexual themes/SMUT, military inaccuracies, language inaccuracies (google translate).

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Almost immediately, Graves marked his territory.

He basked in the stares and whispers you'd received as you arrived at base together in his car the morning after, walking along the tarmac hand in hand.

You were finally his, and after a year of chasing you, he would waste no more seconds in letting people know he'd got you.

The same way he wasted no second in making you his officially, signing the agreement that your relationship would not come between work, and finally, persuading you to move out of your 'grubby little room' as he put it, and into his quaint little house a few miles away.

Rolling over, you sighed, the time on the clock letting you know that once again, you'd missed curfew back on base.

Graves, blissfully unaware, rolled with you, hands slipping around your waist as he leaned in, placing soft kisses along your shoulder blades.

"You okay, baby?" He mumbled into your skin.

"Missed curfew again. I'm gonna get in trouble one of these days."

"Screw curfew, stay here with me."

You smiled, rolling over to face him, your naked bodies tangled under the white cotton covers enveloping the two of you.

"I can't Graves, you know that. I'm signed on at base, I'm supposed to be there."

He pouted, shoving his head into your chest, bringing you closer to him. The movement made you giggle, his stubble tickling your sternum as the smell of his shampoo circled your nose.

"Jus' hate wakin' up without you, baby. Miss you all the time you're not here."

"Me too." You whispered back, fingers running through his hair.

"So move in with me."

"What?"

You stopped all movement, looking down at him with wide eyes as he pulled away from you to look at you.

"Be serious, Phillip. We've only been together a couple of months."

He looked at you dead in the eye, expression motionless, "I am bein' serious, doll. Move in with me."

Your heart was beating wildly, and suddenly your palms were sweating.

Move in with him?

You sat up quickly, eyes still wide and mouth agape, "Really? You want that?"

"More than anything else in the world, (Y/N). Why wouldn't I want you with me all the time?"

No words would come, and so you did all your brain could focus on doing. You pounced from your position, landing on top of him softly, taking his face into your hands and bringing his lips to yours.

He smiled into the kiss, his own hands pulling you onto his body as they rested at your waist.

"That a yes, princess?" He smirked at you, nose brushing yours.

"Fuck yes."

Being with Phillip Graves couldn't be compared to anything else.

He had you floating on air 90% of the time, giving you the perfect princess treatment that every girl wished for growing up. It was hard to see yourself with anyone else, and you kicked yourself constantly for wasting a year pushing him away.

And with Alex still MIA, and still no update, you wouldn't have wanted anyone else at your side for this special occasion.

Well, except for John.

But lucky for you, he was. There was no way that Captain John Price would miss his little sister's promotion ceremony, and he even brought Gaz along to witness the event.

To say he wasn't best pleased to learn of your budding romance with the Commander of Shadow Company would be a drastic understatement.

To tell the truth, it took both you and Laswell to calm him down and stop him from kicking the ever-living shit out of Graves when he'd arrived, after finding out the two of you were now living together.

But after a lot of convincing, and some threatening, he came round to the idea of you being happy.

Because it was so obvious you were.

Despite how he felt about the man, John Price could not deny the fact that Phillip Graves had his little sister beaming, and as much as he hated to admit, he'd be a fool to deny the love you so clearly shared.

So now, he stood, clapping wildly from the seats below, watching you on the stage as you uniform was upgraded to reflect your new rank.

Lieutenant (Y/N) Price.

Echo 6-2.

Commanding Officer of the Echo 6 squadron.

Finally, Laswell had gotten the clearance she needed to form your new team, and lucky for you, it consisted of some very familiar faces.

"Bloody hell, if it isn't Orlando." You smirked, approaching the group, "Still busy chasing after Em?"

"I don't chase, (Y/N). It's all very tactical, and sooner or later, she'll fall for me." He shot back.

"Mhmm, if that helps you sleep at night, Lucas."

He laughed, bringing you in for a hug. "Congratulations, Lt. Bet you can't wait to boss me around the battlefield."

"O'course not, being able to tell you what to do it going to be one of life's simplest pleasures."

"It's about time a strong woman put you in your place, Orlando!" Emily's voice came from behind you as she approached.

"Well, that honours all yours if you want it, Bradshaw, just say the word." He flirted, leaning close to her.

She rolled her eyes, shoving him away, but you smiled when you caught the way she blushed at his advances.

"Uh oh, incoming..." Orlando mumbled under his breath.

You raised your brow in confusion, opening your mouth to question him, but what came out of it was a yelp, as you were lifted off the ground from behind.

"I'm so proud of you, baby. Congratulations." Graves whispered into your ear as he set you on the ground, turning you in his arms.

"I did it." You beamed, "I actually did it."

"Always knew you could." He spoke, before leaning down and placing a soft kiss to your lips. "My little Reaper."

You smiled widely, kissing him once more, before he greeted your team, and then the four of you were interrupted.

"John!" You screeched, before bouncing forward and jumping into his open arms. "I missed you so fuckin' much."

"Missed ya too, (Y/N). Congratulations."

"And you brought Gaz!" You smiled widely, embracing the younger sergeant too.

He hugged back tightly before releasing you, "Proud of you, mate. You've smashed it."

"Thanks, Garrick. Congrats on the 141!"

You pulled the two with you, back towards your awaiting team and boyfriend.

"Guys, this is my brother, Captain John Price, and Sergeant Kyle Garrick- my old mate from basic training in the UK."

John and Gaz shook hands with the soldiers around them, introducing themselves as you stood to the side, firmly planted against Graves' front as his head rested on your shoulder, his whispering sweet nothings in your ear making you giggle.

The pleasantries were cut short, as Laswell approached, two males following her closely.

"Lieutenant, sergeants, I'd like you to meet the final two members of the Echo 6 team." Laswell spoke, gesturing to them.

The first you recognised, as you'd developed a good relationship with him around base, the two of you engaging in conversation about home life whenever you saw each other.

"Sergeant Major Stevens!" You spoke gleefully, offering yourself up for a hug, which he gladly accepted, "How've you been? How's your son?"

"He's amazing, thank you. Mariah too. I gotta say, I'm honoured to be on this team with you, (Y/N)." He smiled.

"As am I, Stevens." You smiled back.

The second, you hadn't recognised. He was a little shorter than the other men around you, with soft, Hispanic features.

"This is Sergeant Javier Trace. He's just passed his basic training, and will be joining you all immediately."

You smiled fondly at him, welcoming him to the team.

"Welcome aboard, rookie!" Orlando teased. "I'm sure I'll make a soldier of you in no time."

There was a collection of laughs and eye rolls, and for the rest of the evening, you and the team got to know each other.

You got to know each others specialities, skills, weaknesses, all about home lives and interests. Already, it felt like you were building your own little family, bonds being formed in front of your very eyes.

Already, it felt like you belonged with this team.

As the night went on, people started to slip away, exhausted from the celebrations and eager to get a good rest ahead of your new training, the room cleared quickly, leaving you, John, Gaz, Graves, and Laswell, alongside a few other stragglers.

The latter three were over by the bar, deep in conversation about God-knows what, while you and John stood out on the balcony, beers in hand.

"I'm so bloody proud of you, little bug." He said, nudging you affectionately. "Jus' look at ya, a lieutenant, eh?"

"I know, can hardly believe it." You replied, laughing a little.

"Laswell tells me you're the best of the best 'ere."

"I wouldn't go that far."

"I would. I'm so bloody proud, (Y/N). And even though you're all the way over here and I can't keep an eye on ya too much anymore, you'll always be my little bug. And I'm just really glad your finally 'appy."

Tears sprung to your eyes; it had been years since you'd seen John getting emotional like this, and it made your heart swell.

"Love you, Captain."

"Love ya right back, Lieutenant." He spoke, hugging you, "Now enough of this soppy shite, before I smuggle ya home in my suitcase."

"You started it!" You shot back, wiping your eyes with a smile.

Indeed he did, and he'd finish it, too, in true Price fashion.

Before either of you could say anything, the radio was switched on, and old country music flowed through the speakers as you were dragged to the dancefloor, Graves insistent on teaching you how to line dance before he took you to his hometown.

You laughed, cheered, cried, celebrated.

You were a lieutenant, with your own team.

You'd finally made it.

And the only though that could sadden you now was how much you wished you could have shared any of it with Alex.

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More @secretlovesongsfest Discord Nonsense.

It’s been a weird month for Willie, okay? First, Alex kissed him, which was great, except then it made him glow, which was weird. And it broke Caleb’s stamp. And made him... kind of alive again? Which was very weird. And terrifying. And took a lot of getting used to after forty years. He had so many bruises from walking into stuff he’d usually pass through, he was starting to wonder if he should just wear his helmet 24/7.

He was also still getting used to the fact that Lifers could see him. Which was the only reason for this horrendous, horrific, humiliating mistake.

“Man, Julie, your dad’s a DILF,” he’d said, not expecting an answer from either of them. Sometimes he just liked to vibe with people, okay? It got lonely, only being able to talk to people at the Club, where you had to watch what you said or you’d piss Caleb off. He liked to talk to people and just run his mouth sometimes.

Except Julie looked up from her breakfast and shot him the scariest glare a teenage girl could give him, and Ray turned around with his coffee and smiled. “You teens and your slang. I don’t think I know that one.”

“It stands for...” Willie stammered, going hot and cold and never missing being able to poof out more. “Dad I’d Like To Fish with.”

Ray blinked. “Oh,” he said. “Well, if that’s something you really want, of course! We can make a nice weekend out of it. Go to a national park or something.”

Oh no. Oh nooo. Damn you, Ray Molina and your easy acceptance of the insane amount of undead teenagers living in your studio. Damn you and your extreme dad-powers and your kind eyes and your niceness.

“Okay,” Willie squeaked, not seeing a way out. “Can Alex come too?”

And just like that, it turned into a Guys Trip. Because once Reggie got wind of Ray doing Dad Things, of course he wanted to come. And then so did Luke. Julie and Carlos begged off, citing the Great Molina Camping Trip Of 2015.

So there they were. Out on a lake. In a big boat. Trying to fish. Sitting still in a boat for so long was literally killing him. Alex had fallen asleep against Luke’s shoulder, looking vaguely uncomfortable. Luke also looked about ready to vibrate out of his skin at sitting still for so long. Reggie was talking a mile a minute to Ray, who didn’t seem to mind at all.

They hadn’t caught anything. Not so much as a nibble. In fact, Willie was pretty sure Ray had lost his bait the second he tried to throw his hook, but he didn’t want to point it out. He just kept staring at the shiny little thing on the bottom of the boat floor, willing it to move with his mind.

Three hours in, and Alex tilted to the other side, nearly falling into the water. Luke’s attempt to keep him from drowning meant the whole boat lurched, and Ray had to grab Reggie by the flannel, and there was just a lot of shouting and flailing the next five minutes.

Once the boat stopped rocking and everyone had been saved from a watery death, Ray laughed, awkwardly. “I think it’s safe to say we scared away all the fish.” He sighed. “I’m sorry, boys. I have absolutely no clue what I’m doing. I’ve never actually been fishing before, but Willie sounded so excited about it and I didn’t want to let him down.”

Willie ignored the glares burning into the back of his skull from Alex and Luke. “It’s okay,” he quickly said. “Thank you for taking us anyway.”

“How about we go back to shore, and Reggie can go catch frogs like he wanted to and we’ll make a campfire and roast some s’mores or something?” Ray asked.

“I love catching frogs!” Luke said quickly. Alex had already grabbed the paddle and was taking them back to shore.

So they went back to shore and gathered wood and made a fire pit. Ray was trying to look up on his phone how to make a campfire, but Willie took pity on him and started it instead. He was great at fire, okay? Even without ghost powers.

They made s’mores and ate the snacks Ray had packed. Thankfully he hadn’t actually counted on catching a fish to cook, so they had plenty of food. Then, after lunch, they went their separate ways for a bit. Reggie and Luke went to catch frogs. Ray went to take pictures of pretty plants and the sun on the water and the canoe and stuff. And Alex and Willie took a romantic walk.

And made friends with a squirrel.

And took the squirrel back to camp while his boyfriend laughed about him being a Disney character.

The sun was already setting by then, and Luke had his guitar out, singing with Reggie around the fire. Alex joined in immediately on the chorus. Acorn the squirrel, his new best friend, seemed to enjoy the sound, settling in Willie’s hoodie pocket happily as Willie made heart-eyes at his boyfriend.

Ray was doing his very best to set up the tents, and when Willie asked him if he needed help, he waved him away. “I’ve got it,” he said, which sounded patently false, but well, Willie knew better than to challenge the guy who was letting him live in his house. Ray may not have jolts like Caleb, but he had a killer ‘I’m not mad I’m just disappointed’ face.

At the end of the song, Willie clapped. Then, in between the soft, muttered curses coming from the tent, there was the sound of a twig snapping somewhere in the woods.

“What was that?” Alex asked, nervous.

“Chill, Hotdog, it’s probably just a moose or a bear or something,” Willie said. For some reason, this did not make Alex more chill.

“A bear?” he almost shrieked.

“Dude, it’s fine, bears only bother you if you have food,” Reggie said. While opening a bag of Doritos.

Another twig snapped in the forest. Willie was pretty sure this one was closer.

“Okay,” Ray said, suddenly behind them. “Let’s... let’s pack up and get in the car just in case.” Before Willie could protest, he doused the fire and gathered up all the food.

“You know, I pet a bear once,” Willie said. At Ray’s distressed look, he shrugged. “Back when I was a ghost.”

“I want to pet a bear!” Luke said, already moving to make his way towards the noise. Ray grabbed him by the back of the shirt.

“You are not petting a bear, because you are not a ghost anymore,” he reminded Luke. “And Julie would be very sad if you got mauled to death.”

The sad half-set-up tent was abandoned as Ray ushered them and several snacks into the car.

“I’d be sad if you were mauled to death too, Luke,” Reggie said, wrapping an arm around a sulking Luke as Ray rubbed his temples. They all ignored the muttered ‘I wouldn’t’ from Alex, even Luke.

“Okay, new plan,” Ray said. “We’re going to go get a pizza and find a motel for the night. We’ll come back for the tents in the morning.”

“I second that plan,” Alex quickly said. Reggie cheered at the idea of pizza. Willie shrugged. Pizza sounded way better than half-burnt-half-undercooked hot dogs on a stick over the fire.

“I still want to pet a bear,” Luke sulked as they put on their seat belts and Ray started driving. “I mean, Willie got to keep his squirrel.”

Oh yeah. Willie peered into his hoodie. Acorn was curled up, asleep, blissfully unaware of the chaos.

“His WHAT?”

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thiswasinevitableid · 1 year

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#6 indruck nsfw? (or sternclay but in that case probably not a Christmas-themed party)

I actually ended up going with Sternclay! Content note: smoking.

06. (1950s) I’m supposed to be at this Christmas-themed singles mixer to meet someone of the opposite sex but I can’t take my eyes off you

When he was a boy, Joseph’s winters were snow-coated. Tonight, there’s no white draping the hillsides; it’s just heaps of cold, gray fog, so thick that it’s only because he just crossed it that he knows the bridge to San Francisco is even there.

The party isn’t his idea; it’s his mothers, even though she’s hundreds of miles away. When he jokingly pointed out that if she wanted him to meet a nice, Jewish girl, a Christmas mixer wasn’t the best place for it, she’d gone quiet a moment.

“What I want is you happy. I don’t care much how that’s managed, just that you are.” Her tone tries to lighten, “after all, I met your father in a movie theater.”

What she meant was that she’d sat down on him accidentally in the dark when she was supposed to sit in the next seat over. His father always jokes that true love just fell into his lap.

He turns the car down a street of tall houses bejeweled in colored lights. As empty curb sides become scarce, he decides he must be close to the Owen’s house and pulls into the next empty space. A quick glance in the rear view mirror to straighten his tie and run a hand over his hair, and then he steps onto the sidewalk.

431 Washington Drive is lit up even brighter than its neighbors, laughter and music reaching him while he’s still two houses away. He follows a pair of young women in red and white dresses up to the door and smiles at Mrs. Owens as she welcomes him in.

“Joseph! Oh I’m so glad you made it, Louisa was just telling me how terrible the traffic is tonight.”

“It wasn’t too bad, and I was looking forward to tonight too much to miss it.”

She takes his coat and hangs it by the door, then waves for him to follow her into the living room. A table sporting more food than a grocery store sits against the far wall, a tall, tastefully decorated tree stands in the corner, and the fireplace crackles beneath the clinking of glasses.

He’s only fifteen minutes late, but pairs and quartets are already forming, and as he walks to where Alex Owens is tending the bar, he counts the number of women eyeballing the room with the same searching gaze he is and doesn’t love his odds when it comes to meeting his true love tonight.

“Finally decided to try your luck huh?” Mr.Owens slides a martini glass to the man on Joseph’s left, “This is Joe, used to work at the Presidio with me. Joe, this is Rick, Jerry, and, oh, Cynthia, come over here” he waves until a woman with brown curls and a green dress joins them, “this is Joe, the guy I was telling you about. He’s real swell, plus” Owens pats his shoulder, “he’s the real deal; got a medal of honor and everything.”

Cynthia casts an interested smile his way, “You must have done something very brave.”

“I don’t understand. I thought we weren’t involved with the war?”

The man on the other side of the desk looks at Joseph as if he’s a child who still believes in fairies, “We are not at this time. But we have to take all possible measures to be sure we’re prepared for all possible outcomes. And you come recommended to us by the head of our Japanese translation project.”

Well, that confirms his theory that the program isn’t just to train people for diplomatic purposes.

“Tell me, Mr. Stern, how many languages do you speak?”

“Four, sir, if we count English. Then it’s German, Japanese, and Korean.”

“An interesting combination.”

“I learned two from my family, and Japanese from a neighbor who used to babysit me-”

“And you’re confident in your ability to speak all these languages as well as a native?”

“Yes. If you’re in need of translation in other languages I’m certainly happy to help.”

The man across the table looks at him again. Joseph looks at the desk, searching for any sign of what the man’s name is.

“We need people who are willing to enter German-controlled territory. Including people who could pose as Japanese allies of Germany. Something you could do easily.”

Joseph wants to point out the flaws in that assumption but decides not to get into an argument with someone who seems like he could make him disappear.

“Are you asking me to be a spy?”

“Perhaps.”

“I, I suppose I’m flattered, sir, but I’m just a nobody clerk who happens to be good with languages.”

The man stands, opens a drawer, and slides a manila folder across the table. Joseph opens it to find five, familiar names on immigration visas.

“Am I correct, Mr. Stern, that those are your family members who fled Germany?”

“Yes, sir. We’ve tried everything we can to get them out, they’re stuck in France and my mother and grandparents are worried sick.”

The man looks at him and he understands how a fly must feel in a web.

“If you accept our offer, those visas will be issued tomorrow.”

“I’m afraid my work overseas is still classified.” He plasters on a smile, “Besides, I’m sure you’re much more interesting than all that ancient history.”

Over the next thirty minutes, he proceeds to have some variation of this conversation four separate times. Each woman he chats with is perfectly nice, and two seem to think he’s very charming, but nothing compels him to keep talking other than the sense it’s what he should do.

He excuses himself to the punch bowl, internally cursing Owens for telling everyone his name is Joe. He’s Joseph, Joseph Stern, serial number–

No, none of that tonight. Breaking down and ruining someone’s nice Christmas mixer is the antithesis of being polite.

He’s distracted enough getting his mind right that he doesn’t notice the hand going for the ladle alongside his own.

“Oh!” He pulls it back with a start, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, I was busy making sure the record didn’t need to be flipped.” An apologetic smile parts and auburn tinged beard and Joseph’s tongue forgets how to make words.

How did he not notice him before? How has the whole room not noticed him and devoted their attention to him? The man is actually taller than him, with hair the same color as his beard and full lips that Joseph wants to sink his teeth into. His deep brown eyes remind Joseph of coffee, warm and soothing as they glitter with the lights from the tree. It’s only when they blink, concerned, that Joseph realizes he’s been staring.

“No harm done. Here, let me get some for us both.” He ladles out two glasses, passes one over and extends his hand, “I’m Joseph.”

“Barclay.” The hand around his own is warm and big, god what a man could do with hands like that, “are you, uh, enjoying the party?”

“Yes. But between you and me,” he lowers his voice to a whisper, “so far the food is my favorite part.”

“Really? Did you have a favorite?”

“Those little slices with the salmon mousse. Or the round cookies, those ones, I think they’re called wedding cookies-”

“Uhuh, that one’s an old family recipe.”

“You made them?”

“I made everything except the dips. Mrs. Owens reigns over those let me tell you..”

Joseph stares at the veritable feast of small bites, “All the rest? God, it’d take me a week to do all this.”

Barclay’s smile turns shy, “Nah, it’s not all that hard. A lot of rolling deli meat and sticking toothpicks in things.” His voice is so deep Joseph wants to dive into it and never surface.

“Mrs. Owens should still count herself lucky that you were around. Are you a friend of the family?” He steps away from the table to let others get a drink, and Barclay moves right along with him.

“Yeah. I, um, I help them out with things like this.” Barclay stares into his glass and Joseph understands.

“You’re from the program.”

Barclay winces, “Is it that obvious?”

“No. You were a suit better than anyone here.”

“Not sure that’s true.” Barclay gives him a pointed, appreciative look.

Joseph sips his drink with a smile, “What I mean is, I put it together from the fact you seem sort of separate from everyone even though every woman at this place should be flocking to you.”

Barclay goes pink and all Joseph can think about is chasing the color down his throat and across his chest with his tongue. Then the other man sighs, “Maybe they would, but you’re not the only one who pegged me. Turns out when they find out you did time, most people suddenly have somewhere else to be. You’re the only person who’s said more than two words to me after you worked it out.”

“From what I’ve seen, most people wind up in jail for things that pale in comparison to the real evil of the world.” (And if anyone talks down to Barclay in his earshot they’re getting a shiner that will last a week.”

Barclay raises his eyebrows, “Thought all that was classified.”

“You heard me say that?”

“No, Mrs. Owens was chatting with one of the other guests about it. Oh, here, do you want to sit down?” He tilts his elbow at the small couch near the tree, then moves a pillow out of the way so Joseph can sit first.

“Yes, well, everyone is very interested in my time overseas.”

“What do you do now?”

His glass pauses halfway to his lips, “you’re the first person to ask that all night.”

Barclay frowns but continues waiting for his reply.

“I teach at the University in Berkeley. Languages, mostly, for the college of applied arts.”

“Fuck, that sounds terrifying.” Barclay actually covers his mouth, “sorry, we’re not supposed to swear around company.”

Joseph shrugs, “I don’t give a shit” This marks his greatest accomplishment of the week: making Barclay laugh.

“Now, what was that about my work being terrifying?”

“Having to stand in front of all those people, with all those eyes on you” he shudders, “And be ready to answer any question from people who are convinced they already know everything? No, thank you.”

“I’d say it helps to picture everyone naked but it really doesn’t.”

“Hmm, I guess picturing yourself naked doesn’t work any better.”

“No, but I do have a dream like that at least once a week.”

“Freaky. I have one about trying to make a souffle with only an apron for cover. Which I guess could be scarier if, like, I was cooking bacon or deep frying something.”

Joseph snickers to distract himself from the idea of Barclay in nothing but an easily yanked off apron.

“Do you cook for a living?”

“Yeah, I’m over at Bettys in Berkeley. Spent most of my life cooking at Amnesty Lodge but, uh, the whole” he mimes a key locking a door, “took me away from there.

“It’s not in the city?”

“Nah, it’s a couple hours up the coast. Have you ever gone up there?”

“From what I hear I’m a bit too square for that neck of the woods.”

Barclay moves a centimeter close, “If you ever wanna go, you can take a ride with me. I’ll make sure no one razzes you too bad.”

The conversation winds here and there, stopping only so they can cede their seats to a couple that’s ten seconds from doing something indecent and to refill their plates. Joseph knows this isn’t what he’s here for, that at this point he doesn’t want to speak or even look at anyone beside Barclay for the rest of the night.

Fuck it. There will be other singles mixers. Other parties. But there’s no guarantee Barclay will be at any of them.

As they’re stepping onto the back porch for some air, they’re waylaid by another guest who wants to thank Joseph for his bravery and tell him about his brother who never came home. Joseph offers thanks and condolences in the appropriate order, then excuses himself to the darkest corner of the deck. Barclay joins him, taking a position that means Joseph isn’t immediately visible to people coming out of the house.

Joseph’s nerves get the better of him, “Do you have a cigarette?”

Barclay pulls a box from his inside pocket, “I don’t smoke, but having these is a great way to make all the other cooks like me if I’m somewhere new.”

Joseph takes one, leans in so Barclay can light it for him, protecting it from the ocean wind with his hand.

He takes a drag, then sighs, “I barely do it anymore. But sometimes I…well, I guess it’s this or running screaming into the hills.”

Barclay tucks the packet away with a sympathetic expression.

Joseph exhales, leaning his arms on the deck rail, “Can I tell you a secret?”

“Of course.” Barclay mimics his pose, so close their forearms rest against each other and Joseph tries to burn the memory of that feeling into his mind.

“A lot of my work isn’t classified. I just don’t want to talk, or think, about any of it ever again.”

Barclay gently brushes their hands together, “Why tell a nobody cook that?”

Joseph looks at him and says, with more conviction than he’s felt about anything in months, “Because you aren’t a nobody. You’re talented at what you do, you talk about the people you love like you actually love them, and I haven’t felt so safe, so happy, around someone in a long, long time.” Reality creeps in from the darkness and sighs, “maybe that’s ridiculous.”

“I don’t think so.” Barclay’s voice is barely a whisper, but his eyes burn with something hopeful and fragile.

He crushes out the cigarette and straightens, “You said you lived on the Oakland border. Can I give you a ride home?”

“If it’s not too much of a hassle.”

“Not even close.”

“Then yeah, that’d be swell.”

Joseph smiles, “In that case, let’s agitate the gravel, as the kids say.”

He thanks the Owens’ for a lovely time, explains he’s offering Barclay a ride so he doesn’t have to worry about buses and railcars so late at night. As he steers the Chrysler onto the main road, Barclay fiddles with the radio until Peggy Lee croons about winter weather. Joseph steals glances of Barclay’s profile bathed in the lights of town all the way across the bay.

“Would you like to stop at my place for coffee? We don’t have to, I could-”

“I’d love to.” Barclay smiles almost flirtatiously in the dark cab.

There are two parties going on further down the street when he pulls into his driveway, but all the houses immediately surrounding his are dark. Barclay follows him inside, offering genuine compliments to his decor as Joseph starts the coffee.

“Oh damn, are those fruit trees?” Barclay peers out a window to the back yard.

“A lemon, two pears, and an apple. I planted them when I bought this place.”

“Seems kinda big for just you. Or do you split it with someone?”

He shakes his head, “Just me. I bought it thinking I’d be married within a year. Four years ago.”

“You ever thought about a roommate in the meantime? I must get lonely.” Barclay sounds concerned, as if he finds the idea of Joseph spending day after day padding through an empty house feeling like a ghost genuinely distressing.

He glances at Barclay, “I’m considering it.”

Barclay nods, manages to locate the cups on his first try and pulls two down.

“Barclay? You don’t have to tell me but…what were you arrested for.”

The cook runs his thumb along the handle of a blue mug, “Forgery. But not, uh, not money. Me and a few other people made fake visas to get people out of Germany. Before the war even really started. We got away with it for a while but then something went wrong and we got found out. I took the blame for the whole operation; I didn’t want my friends going to jail. And I, I figured if they could reform the group, they could maybe get more people out.” He chuckles, “only reason I didn’t do even more time was my friend sprung for a really good lawyer.”

Joseph turns the coffee pot off and steps towards him, “I’m going to ask something else. You can say no if you want but if you do please don’t tell anyone what I asked.”

“O-kay?”

“Can I kiss you?”

The apprehension evaporates from Barclay’s face, “Fuck, thought you’d never ask.” He reaches out and drags Joseph to him by his lapels. It’s a lightning strike, his whole body alive and burning in ways he’s never felt. He wants to feel it forever, do it forever, even if all that’s left at the end is his ashes.

His hands find Barclays hair and burrow into it, clinging to him even as the cook pulls back.

“You’re giggling, baby.”

“It’s, it’s the beard. It actually tickles.”

Barclay smirks, “You usually take your men clean shaven?”

“I….I usually don’t take men at all. Not for lack of wanting to just, for so long if anyone found out they’d fire me or stop trusting me and there was a lot, and I mean a lot riding on me succeeding.”

“If this is gonna get you in trouble-”

“I know there are at least two men in my department who are living together and are as good as married. They’ve taught there for years. But more importantly” he cups Barclay’s face, “I do not fucking care. I’ve given so much for so many people and right now I want to take the one goddamn thing in the world I want.”

Barclay growls playfully, “You’re a real smooth talker, baby. Let you take me any time, anywhere.”

“Bedroom. Now.”

The cook laughs as Joseph drags him down the hall and flicks on his light. When he reclines on the bed, hands behind his head and rumbles, “how do you want me?” Joseph pauses.

“I…I don’t know. Shit, I have no idea how to do this.”

“Not like there’s a rulebook.” Barclay holds out his hand, guides Joseph to sit on the bed once he takes it, “all I know is I wanna make you feel like a fucking king. After that, everything else is just icing on the cake.”

Joseph glances at the zipper of Barclay’s fly, “Could I blow you?”

“Do you really want to?”

“Yes, badly.”

Barclay quickly undoes his pants and struggles to get his jacket off as Joseph yanks them down to his ankles. His cock is soft beneath his underwear and feels perfect in his hand as he cups it. He’s jerked off plenty, so he uses that as his starting point, rubbing and stroking the shaft until it hardens in his hand. Barclay is already coming undone, has given up on unbuttoning his shirt to tug at the blankets and make pleading grabs in Joseph’s direction.

“Good?” He smirks as a harder stroke makes Barclay yelp and buck his hips.

“Uhhuh, so good, aces, baby, baby, fuck you could keep doing that and I’d be in fucking heaven.”

“Not a chance, big guy.” He rubs lazy circles around the head of Barclays cock, pre-cum collecting on his thumb, “you’re in my house and I get to do whatever I want to you.”

Barclay moans loud and long, thrusting into Joseph’s grip.

“And what I want is to blow you until you’re a sobbing mess. Is, is that alright? Talking like that?”

“Do not stop I swear to god.”

He laughs, scooching back so he can lay between Barclay’s legs, “Noted, big guy.” He studies the cock before him, concocting a dozen plans of approach before throwing them all aside and taking as much of it down his throat as he can.

“Fuck!” Barclay’s thighs tense beautifully on either side of him, “oh god, Joseph-”

“Hands on the blanket, I don’t want you mussing my hair.” He’s not sure why he says it, only that there’s a double thrill in his chest as he does and as Barclay obeys instantly. He licks a stripe up his cock, then returns his attention to the head, sucking and swirling his tongue in whatever ways elicit the most intense reactions from the man beneath him.

“J-Joseph, I’m really close, I, should I-”

“You’re not cumming on me unless you earn it. I can’t stand messes.” He sits up, grabbing the handkerchief from his inside pocket, “so tonight-”

“AH, ahgod, ohfuck” Barclay grins as Joseph jerks him off, “fuck baby that’s so fucking hotah.” He cums in the dark fabric, panting out thank yous as Joseph takes the time to wipe his whole cock clean. Next time he’ll do it with his tongue, assuming Barclay is very good and earns his reward.

“Please let me touch you?” The request is shy, almost hesitant, and so Joseph takes time to kiss Barclay on each cheek and his gorgeous mouth before standing to take off his slacks.

“Of course, big guy. How do you want me?”

“Uhhhhh” Barclay stares at Joseph’s cock poking out from under his shirt, “Uh, I mean, can, can you straddle my chest?”

Joseph settles his knees on either side of Barclay. Then his hands whack into the wall as the cook strokes his cock.

“Wanted to see you like this all night.” Barclay murmurs, free hand reaching up for Joseph’s face, “want to see you every way there is. God, how did none of those gals scoop you up and run off with you. You look like a fucking movie star.”

“Barclay” It’s a whimper, the compliments seeping into his skin to warm him.

“I wanna make you happy, be so good you’ll wanna, wanna stay in bed all day, fuck, I’m babbling I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, god that’s good.”

Barclay sits up enough to lick the head of his cock, “that’s it baby, relax for me, let go, I’m here, gonna take such good care of you.” Another lick and he’s done for, cumming with a surprised gasp across Barclay’s face.

He looks down at the cook, who’s wearing a pleased grin.

“I misspoke earlier. I do like something of mine messy: you.”

Barclay laughs, dragging him down into a hug even as he tries to help him clean his face, “I call bullshit on you never doing this before. You’re apple butter smooth to the last.”

“I really haven’t. All that just now I, I didn’t know I had it in me. But being with you made it seem so easy.”

“No kidding.” Barclay chuckles as Joseph uses his sleeve to clean the last of the cum, “hard to find a guy who’ll boss me around but still take care of me. Believe me, I tried.”

“Glad I could provide.” Joseph rests his head on Barclay’s chest, peace washing over him in unfamiliar waves.

“Hey, Barclay? Have you ever thought of being someones roommate?”

#sternclay #agent stern/barclay #winter fills #1950s au #historical au #taz amnesty

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dripping-chaospart2 · 10 months

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Uhhh idk what to put here but this is rhe Miles/Reader thing but it's done

Miles Morales x Male! Reader

[♡]

The stars and moon lit up the peaceful night sky that loomed over the city of Brooklyn, casting a somber feeling over the people who were still out-and-about. Miles appreciated the beautiful gradient of the sky - the serene blur of colors slightly calmed his heightened senses as he swung through the city on his patrol.

Tons of jumbled thoughts were playing in his brain as he gracefully landed on a building's rooftop. Miles took a moment to take a deep breath and closed his eyes. The weight of the responsibilities and losses that came with being spider-man rested heavily on his shoulders.

He shook the negative thoughts from his head and looked down, his sight landing on the park, which was illuminated by the moon. Only one person was even at the park tonight. Miles could hear the distant sounds of laughter and traffic, and sometimes the wails of sirens. All of the noise mixed together as he surveyed the city of vibrant chaos below him. Vibrant Chaos. That was one way to describe Brooklyn.

Miles shifted his focus back onto his patrol, his gaze trailing away from the dimly lit park, observing everything from the top of the building as a feeling he'd been repressing tugged softly at his heart.

M/n kept his eyes glued to the grass in the park. The only clue of emotion in his face was the way his eyes reflected the feelings of grief and weariness. His shoulders were slumped as he walked aimlessly through the park, his body cloaked in the gaze of the softly buzzing streetlights. M/n heaved a heavy sigh and fixed the red scarf that was around his neck. Every step he took in the grass left an imprint of the soles of his scuffed sneakers and the heavy feeling of his recent loss.

M/n tuned out the distant hum of the city as he finally stopped walking. He sat down on a bench with an exasperated sigh, leaning back to look up at the night sky. His thoughts stopped for a moment, then as if he had a voicemail box in his head, the sound of Alex's voice echoed in his ears.

"One day, I'll be up there with momma. We'll both be stars, looking over everyone!"

M/n inhaled sharply as he remembered the conversation he'd had with his little brother. Gods, how he'd wished that conversation had never happened. He closed his eyes tightly as the bittersweet memory replayed in his mind.

"Doesn't the night sky look beautiful tonight, Alex?" M/n asked his little brother, pointing up at the shining stars as they took their nightly walk in the park.

"So pretty!" He said in response, one of his hands clutching onto his red scarf. "Just like momma."

M/n looked down at his little brother and offered him a sad smile.

"Yeah, just like momma. You remember what she told us, Alex?"

Alex stopped walking and turned to face his older brother, his eyes shining with understanding and comfort.

"Course I do, M/n!" He said confidently, then recited their mother's exact words: "If you boys ever miss me, remember I'll be up there with the stars, looking down at you."

"Yeah." M/n held back a tear and picked Alex up, moving to a small hill in the park so they'd have a better view of the stars. "She's up there, looking after us."

"I miss her," Alex said softly. "One day, I'll be up there with momma. We'll both be stars, looking over everyone!"

"Oh, Alex." M/n's smile fell, and he held him closer. "That day is very, very far from now. I miss her too. I want you to remember that I'll always be here for you. Just like how momma was."

Gods, the irony of what he'd told his little brother that night. That was the last thing Alex ever heard him say. The last conversation he'd had with him. This was two weeks ago. That night, right after that conversation, Alex had jumped out of M/n's arms and ran straight into the street to chase a kitten he'd seen.

M/n had been too slow to catch him before the car sped through.

M/n was suddenly pulled from the aching memory when a soft whoosh and a quiet thump reached his ears. He whipped his head around to look in the direction that the sounds came from, and he was met with a Spider-Man mask.

"...are you alright?" The person wearing the mask spoke gently, his voice soft and laced with genuine concern.

That voice sounded so familiar.

Surprised, M/n sat up straight and wiped the tears that had been bubbling up in the corners of his eyes, forcing a confused smile. They locked eyes, and for a moment, it seemed like the world went silent. It was odd. After a minute or two, Miles coughed awkwardly and made his way around the bench to sit on the other side of it.

M/n exhaled and looked away, his thumbs subconsciously messing with the fabric of his scarf.

"..I'm gonna take that as a 'no,' then." Miles said, trying to lighten the atmosphere a bit.

M/n nodded wordlessly, biting the inside of his cheek.

Continuing on in his attempt to console M/n, Miles asked quietly, "You've been going through something?"

"Two weeks," M/n mumbled, "yeah. I've been going through something."

Miles didn't say anything for a few seconds to make sure there wasn't anything else M/n wanted to say.

M/n inhaled and held it for five seconds before exhaling slowly. He looked back at Miles and continued talking.

"I'm sure our friendly neighborhood Spider-Man isn't interested in listening to my problems," He joked with a slight seriousness in his voice, "but... I, uhm.. I lost someone. Someone really, really close to me."

Miles heart ached at how M/n spoke, instinctively placing a hand over one of his before speaking again.

"If I wasn't interested, I wouldn't have asked." Miles replied firmly but gently. "...I've been there before. It.. it's tough, but- but you're not alone."

M/n's e/c eyes widened, and he glanced at Miles' hand, which was holding his comfortingly. He looked back up and tilted his head, very taken aback. Miles looked down at his hand and realized what he did, pulling his hand away with an embarrassed chuckle.

"Ah, sorry about that -"

This pulled a soft laugh from M/n. He cracked a small smile and covered his mouth, shaking his head. The awkwardness that Miles expressed from trying to comfort him reminded M/n so much of Alex.

"Alex used to do that same thing." He said, looking down with that same sad smile on his face.

Alright, we're getting somewhere. Miles thought, cracking a hidden smile of his own at the thought of him being able to make M/n feel a little better.

"Alex?" Miles asked, his voice still soft.

"Yeah." M/n nodded, "Alex. He was my little brother. He was such a little goofball.."

Hearing M/n use words in past tense, Miles began piecing things together. He inhaled quietly before asking his question.

"Is he the one you lost?"

Miles' question lingered in the cool night air. Silence once again drifted into the atmosphere, and M/n shifted a bit. Miles winced a little, fearing that by asking that he'd made M/n uncomfortable.

"Mhm.." M/n confirmed, his head tilting back up so he could take a weary glance at the sky. "Two weeks ago. Right here at the park... Gods, the feeling... it's horribly overwhelming.."

The shakiness in his voice tugged at Miles' heart. Once again, he instinctively reached to gently grab his hand.

"I know how that feels." Miles said, looking up at the sky with him. "Losing someone so close to you. It's horrible, and it makes you feel like you're trapped in a void.... But you're not. Sometimes it helps if you talk to someone about how you're feeling... And, hey, someone is right here. someone who is willing to listen to you."

He noticed M/n's shoulders relaxed slightly. Miles could sense that he was calming down, even if it was just a bit.

"Thanks.." M/n said in a soft whisper. "I didn't think Spider-Man was a therapist. You're kind of like Alex."

Miles shook his head and scoffed playfully.

"Think of me more like a friend instead of a therapist." Miles said, a kind seriousness in his voice. "I've been stuck in the same place you are... do you want to tell me anything else about your little brother?"

"Oh gods, where would I even start?" He joked softly, "Alex loved music. He always played me Disney songs on his acoustic guitar.. Jeez, he meant the world to me.. we had a really strong bond... yanno?"

Miles' thoughts drifted to his uncle before he nodded in understanding, "I lost my uncle, Ben. He meant the world to me, too. He and I had a kind of bond, like you and Alex did.."

A bittersweet type of silence fell between the two boys as the words of their losses lingered in the air.

"It's hard, isn't it?" M/n asked, mostly to himself. "To go about every day without him. It's like... something is missing.. I.. I'm not sure how to move on..."

Miles gave M/n's hand a gentle squeeze.

"It is hard. There's absolutely no way to deny that. But... we still have them in our memories, right?" Miles said softly, running his gloved thumb over M/n's knuckles.

M/n's eyes began watering, tears welling up. They didn't dare to fall down his face. His eyes were glazed over with sorrow, but Miles could tell that there was a hint of comfort there. In an attempt to get rid of his unshed tears, he laughed. M/n gave Miles' hand a gentle squeeze in return, a goofy but still sad smile making its way to his face.

"Gods..." He said, looking up at Miles, still laughing a little. "I wish I knew who you were, Spider-Man.. I need friends like you."

Miles laughed with him, shaking his head. "Well, I've got a friend who's like me. I could give you his number if you want?"

"Sounds nice." M/n nodded, looking back up at the sky. "...Im glad you swung down here."

Miles hummed and pulled his hand away from M/n's, smiling awkwardly behind his mask. "I, uh, don't have a piece of paper to write his number down..."

"Oh! You can just put it on my phone." M/n said with a soft smile, taking his phone out and handing it to him. "..My name's M/n. Make sure to tell your friend that, yeah?"

Miles nodded and began typing his phone number into M/n's contacts, "I'll tell him, don't worry."

Miles handed him the phone back and stood up, getting ready to shoot a web up to a building to swing his way back home. M/n stood abruptly, placing his hand on Miles' shoulder, stopping him.

"Hey!-" He mumbled, "... thank you. Again. I feel a lot better.."

Miles shook his head and saluted him, "It's no biggie. See you later, N/n."

M/n watched as he swung up to a building, smiling to himself.

"Later, Spider-Man." He said to himself, looking up at the night sky once more. "G'night, Alex. G'night, momma."

M/n listened to the sounds of Brooklyn as he made his way back home, letting his dad know he'd be home soon and that he was okay.

#sorry guys #im bad at writing #spider man: into the spider verse #miles morales #x reader #why is it so difficult #im sorry #united in grief

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freindly-neighbourhood-anarchist · 3 years

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🎰🍷dancing with him at a ball🍷🎰

🍷☾︎𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐒𝐌𝐏 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫☽︎🍷

Art by: Inozuart

Go and check out their speed paint they did of this beautiful art on youtube!

🍷☾︎𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 : 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐛𝐮𝐫, 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐲🍷

𝐀/𝐍: Highkey simping over the TNT duo right now, ngl. Quackity is just getting better and better- Definitely gonna do these prompts with Ranboo, Tubbo and Tommy. I just think that it would be really cute to dance with them at a ball lol

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To say it was strange to see Wilbur Soot standing near a bar and drinking a glass full of blood-red wine would be a complete understatement.

(Y/n) had never spoken to him fully before, they more so made a lot of conversation they could build off of but neither decided to go through with it. (Y/n) hung around Alex, George, Sapnap and Karl more so than the rest of the SMP.

Hence why she was forced to go to this god forbidden ball.

She sat at a stool near the corner of the huge ballroom, her body wrapped in a tight and mildly uncomfortable maroon coloured dress.

'End me.' She thought mindlessly as she took another large swig of tequila, watching everyone dance around and laugh with eachother.

George, Sapnap and Karl weren't invited to the ball, she noted.

She had heard that they weren't on good terms with Quackity as of late, and he was the one who threw this ball.

She may have been lonely at this ball, but she felt as though eyes were on her at all times. It was weird. Very weird.

Every once in a while, her eyes would land on Wilbur's tall form. He seemed lonely as well, a bored and unamused expression on his stitched face.

His eyes were kept still on Tommy who was dancing around with Tubbo and Ranboo, who both had large grins on their faces.

(Y/n) found it cute that even after dying and coming back, Wilbur still held a sort of fondness towards Tommy.

She doesn't blame him, Tommy was a good kid.

A kid that's been through too much.

The girl frowned deeply and took another shot of tequila. And just like that, the eyes were on her again. Her eyes shot from her tequila that she was swirling to Wilbur, eyes widening slightly when they met with his harsh brown eyes.

He kept eye contact, eyebrows raising slightly at her in interest before he sent her a small smile, a fake one. (Y/n) could tell it was fake from a mile away. It was one of those smiles that you give strangers as they walk passed you on a sidewalk.

Huffing out a condescending chuckle, the girl rolled her eyes at him and shook her head, drinking the last of her tequila and went back to watching everyone dance.

The action clearly stirred more curosity within him, because all of a sudden he felt himself walk over to her with a wine bottle in hand and two wine glasses in the other.

(Y/n) was snapped from her daze when she heard someone clear their throat from beside her. Her head snapped up and met with his dead-cold eyes again.

There was silence before she spoke up, her tone sharp yet inviting," Can I help you, sir?" She spoke mockingly, eyebrow raised.

Eyes swirling with amusment, the man tilted his head to the side, his white tuft of hair following with the motion along with the rest of his curly, brown locks." Mind if I sit here, ma'am?" He replied with a smiliar mocking undertone to his voice.

Clicking her tongue a little, she nodded her head to the chair on her left lazily," Knock yourself out." She droned out, frowning at the sight of her empty glass.

She was too lazy to go to the bar.

'Guess I'll die.' She thought.

"You a wine girl?" Wilbur hummed out curiously, hoping to God she'd say yes otherwise he brought another glass over for no reason and probably looked like a dumbass now-

"I'm an,' anything with alcohol in it' kind of girl." She reassured him.

'Thank fuck.' He hid his relief with sly smile," Ah, a woman after my own heart." He flirted, pouring out a glass of wine for both her and him.

She 'tched' and took the glass," You have a heart? Pfft." She grumbled, taking a long sip of the wine. The wine burned at the back of her throat before bursting into a wonderful grape flavour mixed with cherry." Mm.. Good wine."

"Very good wine." Wilbur nodded in agreement, a content look on his face.

A comfortble silence sat between them and they both decided to enjoy their wine in peace.

(Y/n) watched as Eret and Fundy joined in with Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo. They looked like good friends dancing together. Reminded the girl of how her friendship was with George, Sapnap, Karl and Alex.

Now? It's just her.

She tried to keep the friendship from falling apart, but then Kinoko Kingdom happened and everything went to utter shit.

Las Nevadas, it was wonderful. Paradise. But it wasn't for (Y/n).

So when Quackity had asked if she wanted to join him, she refused respectfully but still said she was willing to help him with whatever he needed at all.

He was flattered, but disappointed at how she had decided against joining Las Nevadas.

She always wonders how her life would've turned out if she had accepted the invite.

"You want to dance?" The question was sudden.

When she looked up at him to see if he was joking, she was surprised to see how serious yet calm his expression was.

Raising an eyebrow, she swirled the wine in her glass and crossed her legs over one another," I'm not very good at dancing."

"And you think I am?"

She gave him a confused look," Aren't you? You look like the kinda guy that would be brilliant at ballroom dancing." She hummed out.

He chuckled raspily, eyes soft," I'm flattered, but trust me, I'm no better at dancing than Tommy." He assured her.

She looked him up and down, unconvinced before she sighed a little, giving in. She was too tired to argue at this point.

She stood up from her chair abruptly, even surprising Wilbur at the fact she had agreed. Giving him a stern yet soft look, she nodded," Let's dance then, Frankenstein."

Then she made her way to the dance floor, making Wilbur scramble from his chair with an eager grin.

They stood facing eachother before Wilbur held his hand to her, a grin tilting onto his lips," May I compliment you on your appearance this evening? You are among the brightest of flowers." He spoke with suave.

The girl blushed and she took his hand quickly, squeezing it a little." No need to flatter me, Wilbur. I am very well aware my dress is rather ugly this evening." She grumbled out grouchily.

He stared directly into her eyes,"Your dress? I hadn't noticed it." He said smoothly, his eyes never left hers," I'm sure it looks amazing on you."

The music began, saving (Y/n) from having to answer. The hand on her waist was firm and soft, almost like it was keeping her safe.

They stepped in line with eachother, (Y/n) messed up every once in a while and managed to step on her own feet and Wilbur's the first couple of minutes before she finally got into the swing of things.

Glaring up at him, she pouted," You liar."

He grinned cheekily at her," Hm? I don't believe I know what you're talking about."

" Whatever you say, Mr. I'm worse than Tommy at dancing." She rolled her eyes.

"I never said I was worse than him. Honestly, anyone can be better than him at dancing. Let's face it."

For the first time that whole night, a small and genuine smile broke out across the girl's lips. Wilbur was enamoured by how her whole face lit up just by the slight tilt of her lips.

She looked beautiful.

"Leave Tommy alone, the kid tries his best." She smiled out.

"He does." He nodded earnestly, a little smile on his lips," I don't deserve him."

"You don't." (Y/n) spoke rather bluntly, but she still had a soft smile on her lips as she spoke her next words," but as much as he doesn't want to admit it, the kid needs you a lot. You're his big brother." She looked at the blonde-haired teen who was laughing at Ranboo who had spilled juice over Tubbo by accident. Her smile widened and her eyes were warm,"... you might just be the luckiest man in the world."

His breath was stolen from him at her words, and he couldnt help but agree with her due to the current circumstances.".... yeah... you could say that."

He held her closer to him by the waist, holding her other hand tightly and securly." So... Where did you learn to dance, Frankenstein?" She teased him, eyes bright with mischief.

A little laugh slipped through his lips," is this the nickname you'll be sticking to now?"

"You know it."

"Oh, great." He sighed out half-disappointedly before he decided to answer her question." When I was younger, my mother used to give me a lot of dance lessons with Technoblade. I requested them because I wanted to learn how to dance for this mermaid girl I had come to befriend."

"Oooh~" the girl raised her eyebrows suggestively," You're pretty romantic when you want to be, you know that?"

He shrugged, cheeks tinted a light pink that was barely noticable," the first time I'm hearing this." He admitted.

"Well... Frankenstein, you're pretty goddamn romantic when you want to be."

He grinned slyly," so you find me romantic, huh? Is that a sign for anything in particular, orrr?..."

The girl snorted a little," Hm? I don't believe I know what you're talking about." She repeated his own words.

He laughed," Touché, touché. You win this round."

Soon, the dance came to an end and the two were left still in eachother's arms, staring at eachother with enamoured looks on their faces.

Then the girl smiled at him," it wouldn't be bold of me to ask for another dance... Would it?" She requested, hope swirling in her gemstone-like irises.

"Not at all," A genuinely happy and charmed grin curled on his lips at her words and he held her body still," thought you would never ask, (Y/n)."

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(Y/n) hadn't intended to be attending Quackity's party, in fact, she wasn't supposed to be attending.

She wasnt invited.

Supposing this is what she gets for not going along with Alex's whole 'Las Nevadas' gig. She prompted to stay with her friends in Kinoko Kingdom instead, thinking that Quackity wouldve done the same.

But she thought wrong.

So, so incredibly wrong.

You see, have you ever felt the feeling whenever you grow so incredibly close to someone to the point where you think you know them better than anyone else? That's how (Y/n) had felt with Alex. She was so sure that he wouldve chosen her and his friends over some nation that seemed to be setting itself up as a land of secrets and mystery.

From what she's heard, Quackity only grew all the more mysterious and distant.

He was so distant.

(Y/n) couldnt remember the last time she had seen him. The last time she's had a decent conversation.

The last time her heart fluttered around him.

She missed him, truly she did. Sometimes she debated abandoning Kinoko Kingdom in favour of running into Alex's oh-so-welcoming arms.

But her morals told her otherwise. She chose, for once in her life, to not follow her heart. But now, here she was, completely going against what her close friends had told her not to do.

She was being drawn to him again.

Using her heart to make important decisions.

And as she opened the large doors to the ballroom, all time seemed to freeze around her. Eyes shot towards her in curiosity, some with joy at being able to see her again and some with malice.

Alex was no different to the latter.

As soon as his dark eyes had met with her ethereal gemstone-like ones, he felt a buzz of electricity travel up his spine.

He couldnt diferientiate between the feeling of anger and slight awe at her beauty.

The girl fumbled with her fingers awkwardly before she sent him a shy wave, her smile soft-yet panicked as her eyes scanned over his new features.

He looked so different.

And she couldn't tell if it was the good kind of different or not.

At her shy wave, Alex cleared his throat and nodded respectfully as a goodbye to who he was talking to, which thankfully was Sam, and then he began making his way over to (Y/n).

A scowl curled onto his lips, his eyes darker than ever.

The eyes that made her feel warm and safe now froze her down to her very core.

When he was right up to her face, standing in front of her, that's when she knew--

This wasn't the Alex she had fallen in love with.

"What the hell are you doing here..." he muttered lowly to her, he grabbed her bare arm tightly- but it wasnt tight enough to hurt her, surprisingly. Then he dragged her to the exit, shoving her rather roughly outside, shitting the door behind him.

"We-well I-... If I-I'm being completely honest, I didnt exactly have a plan to come here, I just really wanted to see y-" he interrupted her.

"You didnt have a plan?? (Y/n)-- What the actual fuck makes you think I'd ever want you here?!" He was furious, eyes burning a bright fire, a fire even Sapnap couldnt withstand. " I actually cant believe you thought coming here would be a good idea. Are you actually as dumb as you were when we were still talking to eachother? You havent fucking changed."

She flinched at his harsh words but she covered up how hurt she was," Well- if you would let me explain myself, then maybe you'd understand why I'm here."

The casino owner took off his beanie, running a hand through his messy raven locks in frustration before he settled the hat back on his head," Make this damn quick. Because, in case you havent noticed, I have guests to entertain."

Gulping, the girl but her lip nervously out of habit," I know... I know I'm the last person you want to see. I know you hate my guts. But... Alex, I genuinely miss you." She spoke sincerely, eyes glassy beneath the moonlight," when I heard you were throwing this party... I couldnt help myself. I needed to see you... to hear you... to talk. God-- Just listening to you makes me so happy already." Her lip trembled," So please... let me hear you... let me see you. I'm begging... can we please talk?"

Brushing off the rush of heat that crossed his tanned cheeks, Alex looked away from her stubbornly.

He didnt want to give in easily.

But when it came to her, he was always put under a spell.

"Lo que sea.... fine." He sighed out, running a hand over his face in irritation, wincing whenever his fingers brushed over his scar." Come sit over here." He gestured to a bench that sat next to a long river that went off into the ocean, the moon reflected off of the clear water as did the stars.

The two sat next to eachother, the gap between them representing how distant they are from eachother.

"So? Talk." He prompted her, leaning back into the bench rather lazily, looking up at the sky.

Cheeks warming with happiness, she couldnt help but smile at finally being able to talk to him after so long," Thank you so much... I've been wanting to talk to you for so long after everything that happen-... What happened to your eye?" She whispered, suddenly noticing the long scar that ran over his eye and eyelid and then down to his lips.

"Oh yeah- you werent here for that," he jabbed at her," This was all Techno's doing." He gestured all over." Sorry that I'm not the perfect guy that you used to be friends with anymore."

She knew he wasnt sorry.

In fact, she knew that with his new self, he was a lot more confident.

Free.

She liked that.

Smiling at him, she shook her head," dont be silly. If this change makes you happy, then I'm happy."

His heart thumped harshly, making him clear his throat to cover up the noise in case she had heard his loud heart.

"I was just worried but... it looks kind of good on you-- err... not in a weird way or anything." She tried to cover up her slip-up," Anyways... that's not what I came here to talk abou-"

"Do you wanna dance?"

The girl's eyes widened at the sudden suggestion, gazing over Alex's features with shock. His tanned cheeks were red and he was avoiding all eye contact, eyebrows furrowed.

"... come again?" She stuttered out, her throat felt like it was closing up.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes," I asked if you wanted to dance."

The girl's heart did flips in her ribcage as her eyes fluttered,"I-... I would love to." She nodded, wobbly smile on her painted lips.

The man stood from the bench and held a hand out to her, trying his best to not smile when she eagerly grabbed it, stars in her eyes.

He moved her soft hand to his neck, making it rest there, (Y/n) then moved her other arm to wrap around his neck as well. Alex then settled his calloused hands on her pretty waist, pulling her body close to him.

He was afraid she would slip away from him again.

In truth, he had missed a hell of a lot as well, maybe even more so than she missed him.

He always debated visiting her or arranging to meet up with her, but his plans always got in the way and blurred his desire for her.

But seeing her tonight, all dressed up for him, it made him want to fall in love with her all over again.

The two swung side to side, the faint music from the ballroom guiding the two of them. Quackity rested his chin on top of her head as the girl turned her head to the side, resting her ear against his chest and listening to his thumping heartbeat.

"You look amazing." He muttered to her.

"You too... well... yeah, no you look amazing."

He chuckled lightly," why'd you hesitate?"

"Well... I wanted to think of a better word for amazing but my heart is beating too loudly for me to think properly..." she admitted.

At her heartfelt confession, Alex felt himself smile warmly for once in a long time.

He felt like a teenager in love again.

"Yeah... I feel that too." He muttered, inhaling the scent of her vanilla shampoo, biting off the dreamy sigh that threatened to spill from his lips." (Y/n)... why didnt you join me? "

The dreaded question.

"If I'm being honest... I thought you wouldve joined Kinoko Kingdom with me."

Quackity's heart clenched at the thought.

So she felt just as betrayed as he did, that makes sense to him now.

"I debated going to join Las Nevadas everyday, but I knew that meant leaving George, Sap and Karl and I felt so conflicted and just... horrible." She mumbled, feeling her eyes beginning to water," It was hard, Alex.... I wanted to see you so so bad... But I also wanted to be a good friend... I felt like I was the bad guy either way, and I just wanted to make both parties happy.... I hated being away from you... God... I hated it so much." She sniffled, making Alex pull her closer to him," seeing you now... you dont understand how happy it makes me feel..."

The man sighed a little and kissed leaned away from her, cupping her cheek and then moving it so she was face him. He tilted her head up a little so he could see her teary eyes, feeling his heart call out to her to comfort her.

He ran a thumb over her cheek, wiping away the mascara and tears and when she blinked up at him innocently, he couldnt stop himself from smiling down at her reassuringly.

"I wanted to see you so much as well... I felt my heart ache every night to see you..." he began, pressing his forehead against hers," I'm sorry for treating you like shit... you deserve so much damn better... (Y/n), I'm begging. Please stay with me, will you?"

Her breath hitched.

"Stay by my side... please?"

Her heart stopped.

"I want to be with you all the time."

Her tears stopped falling.

"I love you."

And she smiled, wider than she ever has.

"I've been waiting so long to hear that..." She whispered to him," I love you too, Alex."

He grinned down at her crookedly," Deadass?"

"On god."

"Fuck- I'm not dreaming, right?" He then had a mischievous glint twinkle in his dark eyes," Maybe you should kiss me to seal the deal?"

She snorted," you're asking me to initiate it? Dont you think you're moving a bit fast, lover boy?"

"I think you're moving too slow and that you talk too much." He stated simply before he leaned down, capturing her soft lips in a messy kiss, their lips molding together as soon as they came in contact.

It's the kind of kiss that inspires stars to climb into the sky and light up the world.

His hands flattened against her back... and she was up on the tips of her toes, kissing him as fiercely as he was kissing her... He clung to her more tightly, knotting his hands in her hair, trying to tell her, with the press of his mouth on hers, all the things he could never say out loud...

And as her lips rubbed against his chapped ones, she knew her life was set with his, nobody else.

#dream smp x reader #dream smp x you #quackity x reader #TNT duo x reader #tnt duo #wilbur soot x y/n #wilbur soot x reader #quackity x y/n #quackity x you #wilbur soot x you #revivebur x reader #revivebur x you #revivebur x y/n

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labeeboheme · 3 years

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my spencer reid headcanons

(when a happy one matches a sad one, they’ll be matching colours)

also tw - vague mention of suicide, drug addiction, disordered eating mention (never anything graphic)

happy/cute

- Garcia and the rest of the team would leave little sticky notes around his desk and normally they’d just make him smile but when he was having a rough day they’d literally make him tear up with happiness

- he’s obscenely good at present giving, because he simultaneously remembers everything that people say they like and also has his ridiculous knowledge of what exists out there

- one week (it coincided with him being clean for 5 years, he never made the connection) he walked into the briefing room and every member of the team was dressed exactly as him. he kept trying to bring it up and everybody pretended they had no idea what he was on about. it became their BAU group chat icon for years.

- one of the best days of his life was when garcia took him dog walking with her, he got to just wander around with 6 dogs all day

- jack grows to adore him just as much as henry does. spencer hangs around a lot because him and hotch are usually the ones without anyone to hang out with at the weekend, and he takes jack to the museum with henry and michael all the time. jack ends up being a lot more like spencer than he imagined (which both terrifies and delights hotch)

- Spencer has never actually attended a graduation, despite having graduated from various degrees like 10+ times. when the BAU (Alex probably) finds out, they all force him into a gown and rock up to cheer him

- they liked to play trivia games where it was spencer vs the rest of the team, but someone (i’m thinking emily) picks up that it makes him feel left out. they then take turns being on spencer’s team. one month, the non-spencer team beats them and the joy it gives them makes him smile for a week

- garcia learns how to make mocktails and without fail, will make a huge jug for him anytime the rest are drinking alcohol but make sure they’re fun flavours so he gets just as much excitement as everyone else

- after Diana is moved to Virginia, the team become really close to her. JJ takes the boys to hang out with her because she’s always loved children (and Diana sometimes thinks Henry is a young Spencer, which makes JJ worry about how Spencer will react but he’s just sitting here grinning with tears in his eyes because he’s finally getting to see his mom be the mom he knew she could be)

- the BAU love his glasses, and there’s a competition to get a photo of him with them on, but he’s very good at avoiding cameras. After one case in a hotel they even try to hide his contact solution to force him to wear them (amateurs - he definitely keeps a spare box in his coat). There eventually is a single photo of them wearing them, but all members of the BAU fail. Spencer is babysitting Henry, who is distraught about having to wear glasses to school. Spencer gives up trying to comfort him and just takes his contact lenses out and switches them for glasses. Henry is super shocked but so happy that he matches his favourite person, so Spencer takes a photo of the two of them so that Henry can put it next to his bed

- he gets a cat after prison, it’s a tabby cat that is the light of his life, and the cat is just heavy enough that when Spencer gets it to sit on his lap that cat can be used a grounding pressure

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angsty/sad

- developed disordered eating habits that started from him always being super underweight as a child bc he couldn’t afford food and then when he got to college he started to eat properly and put on actually healthy weight but he was so adverse to change that it freaked him out

- one of the roughest days at the BAU, after all the obvious terrible times, was when Morgan and Hotch was just having a casual conversation about how they’d helped Strauss with her addiction and it just broke him. he ended up hiding under Garcia’s desk and he’d only speak to her and Emily (as the only people I think ever actually helped him) and was non verbal, once they finally got him out into the office he refused to speak to either of them and was just stimming with garcia comforting him (once he started talking again he whispered why he was so upset to emily, and she joined him in his glaring at them every time he looked at them. morgan and hotch never really worked it out and eventually reid just gave up on being upset because he knew it couldn’t change what happened)

- spencer has never walked across the stage at graduation, but that doesn’t mean he never went to a graduation. his first degree his mom promised she’d come, but ended up not leaving the house. he stood to the side of the stage in his gown trying not to cry before just going back home and having the diploma mailed to him

- he relapsed in prison. he considered his sobriety over after the events in Mexico, and so just briefly gave up when one of the inmates offered him some. as soon as Garcia came to visit him, he broke down and never did it again. he never told Morgan and so he still got a text every year on the day he first got clean, which he thought he’d absolutely hate but ended up finding comfort in because even if the “happy 12 years sobriety, kid” should have been “happy 2 years sobriety, kid”, it reminded him that he’d done it before and could do it again

- after maeve died and they came round to help him clean his apartment, he was really proud of himself for being able to put her book on the shelf and feel like he’s moving on. and then the next day he was getting ready to go to work properly for the first time and he was just getting more and more terrified and anxious and then started to spiral because the longer he panicked the later he was. and it reminded him of how scared maeve had been to come outside to meet him at the restaurant but she’d done it anyway, and he put the book in his bag and found it a lot easier to leave the house after that

- Spencer is so goddamn bitter about them not helping him get clean, and he mentions it whenever he can. In a angry-but-never-let-himself-be-angry way, he takes some justification in seeing the team squirm with guilt. one day he’s listing symptoms of withdrawal for a case, and just starts to go like “another symptom is intense muscle pain, which for me was definitely the worst” or “yeah nausea is real bad, not that you’d know I guess” like he’s exhausted and pissed off and just gives up any pretence of subtlety

- when Diana dies, the whole team rally around Reid more than he could imagine. They all organise the funeral basically for him, and Garcia constantly cooks for him, and at least one person sleeps on his sofa each night in case he needs them. By week two he’s doing okay, and he quickly realises they’re doing it for themselves more than him, because they’re so desperate to let him know how loved he is. It’s still one of the worst weeks of his life, but it’s bearable and that’s purely down to him never having to feel lonely

- there’s a reason he knew exactly what to do when he walked in on Nathan Harris, and that’s because he’s done it with his mom, except that time he was 12 and his dad had just left and he just sat there covered in blood waiting for the ambulance, and whilst promising the paramedics that his dad was on his way home so that social services wouldn’t turn up, he read countless books on medical treatment so that next time he wouldn’t be so hopeless

- I respectfully disagree with the line where he’s like “this is my first meeting” at the Beltway clean cops, I’m convinced he would drive two hours to a meeting miles away so he could truly be anonymous and sit curled up in a chair and cry in meetings without even the slightest chance of seeing someone he knew

#criminal minds #spencer reid #headcanons #autistic spencer reid

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c-optimistic · 3 years

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Not sure if you’re still taking prompts, but I just watched Hozier’s from Eden music video and now I can’t stop thinking about Lena and Kara on the run finding and saving a kid from a bad situation...

obviously slightly different from the video and also an unambiguously happy ending

Alex handed over the keys to the beat up car, her eyes not straying from Kara’s for even a second.

“Travel at night as much as you can. The tank is full, but you need to make it last as long as possible.” She blinked, bit her lip, and squeezed Kara’s hand. “No powers. Not for anything. And no contact. I’ll find a way to let you know it’s safe.”

Kara nodded, pulling her sister closer and enveloping her in a tight hug, trying to memorize the way it felt, the warmth that burrowed into her bones and eased her mind. “We’ll be fine, Alex,” she said, injecting as much confidence in those four words as she possibly could. She was glad that Alex couldn’t see the tears she wasn’t quite able to suppress. “I’ll be listening for you.”

Alex pulled away and opened her mouth to argue, probably to point out that Kara’s statement went directly against the no power rule, but then her mouth snapped shut, like she knew better than to argue.

“Don’t put on any music you like on the radio. You know it makes you want to sing, and that sort of thing is bound to attract attention,” Alex said instead, smoothing over Kara’s shoulders and tugging slightly on the collar of her borrowed leather jacket. “Take care of each other,” she added, clearly no longer able to hide her anxiety behind jokes. Her eyes didn’t stray from Kara, but the comment was undoubtedly meant more for Lena than for Kara. “I love you, Kara.”

“Danvers sisters, right?” Kara said thickly, holding back tears. She pulled Alex in for one more tight hug, taking care to listen to her heartbeat, to memorize its unique rhythm. “I love you, too. You call if you need me. Okay? Do you promise?”

“Promise,” Alex said, pulling away and wiping at her cheeks. “All right. Go. Go.”

Kara and Lena didn’t need to be told a third time. They got into the car, and drove off into the night, Kara’s eyes on the rearview mirror long after Alex had disappeared entirely from view.

Very quickly, they developed a routine.

Hats, thick sunglasses, hoodies, and overall easily forgettable outfits became their norm, much to Lena’s eternal dismay. Kara would pretend not to see her wince as she pulled on sneakers, and Lena returned the favor by not calling Kara out when she used her superhearing to listen for Alex every single night.

They drove throughout the night for the most part, sticking to unpopulated areas as much as they could, not speaking much to the people they ran into at gas stations and diners. When the posters with their faces began cropping up on public restrooms and outside of convenience stores, Lena suggested they die or cut their hair.

During the day, they slept. Sometimes in the car, no relief from the sweltering heat. Sometimes, if they figured it was safe enough, they’d sleep a few hours at a motel before setting off again.

They definitely didn’t use each other’s names. Not once. In fact, they didn’t speak much at all.

(One thing filled both their minds:

Keep moving, keep moving, keep moving.

As long as they were on the move, Lex couldn’t get to them.)

It wasn’t much of a life, but it wasn’t all bad either.

It meant Lena would surreptitiously take her hand out of anxiety or a desire to provide comfort when driving past other cars. It meant when Lena’s always busy mind became bored, she’d invent new games to play as they drove along.

It meant huddling up together one particularly cold desert night.

It meant becoming very familiar with the song Lena hummed as she showered.

It meant learning to decipher Lena’s mood based on tuts, clicks of her tongue, breathy sighs, and the roughness of her voice when she would break the silence between them.

No, it wasn’t a bad life, being on the run with her best friend, the only person on this planet after Alex who’d ever made Kara feel at home.

It wasn’t a bad life, with money carefully hidden in the car, under the mats and inside the seat cushions, their every need anticipated and planned for, long into the future. Theoretically, they could stay on the run for years, evading Lex’s long reach.

It wouldn’t be a bad life, but to be fair, when your only goal was survival, having a good life (or really living at all) just wasn’t the point.

Kara chewed on her lip as she refueled the car, her eyes on the meter, her ears on the men coming out of the gas station.

They were laughing, clearly a bit drunk despite the time of day, one of the men complaining loudly as they walked towards their car.

“Costs me a fortune to feed that boy. Clothe him. Give him a place to sleep. And if she can leave him, why can’t I?”

Kara didn’t react. She finished refueling, paid, then slid into the driver’s seat, watching as the drunk men piled into their car and pulled away. Her grip on the steering wheel was tight, knuckles white. Just a tiny bit more pressure, just a little bit more of a squeeze, and she could shatter it in her hands.

“Is something wrong?” Lena asked, reaching out and brushing her hand over Kara’s shoulder, so careful, so tentative. “You seem upset.”

Kara turned to her, still chewing on her lip.“What do you think about getting a good night’s sleep tonight? I know a place we can go. It’ll be safe.”

Lena’s eyes roved over Kara’s face for a moment. “What did you hear?” she asked finally, gesturing with her head in the direction the men had driven off to.

“Just that they’re leaving and won’t be back for a few days.”

Lena eyed her skeptically, clearly knowing there was something else, something Kara wasn’t sharing, but she didn’t comment. “Okay. Okay, if it’s safe. We can both use the rest.”

Kara didn’t respond, but her grip on the steering wheel finally eased. She didn’t speak as she inserted the key in the ignition and started the car, pulling slowly out of the gas station and down the road.

And Lena let out a breathy sigh, the only indication of her displeasure at being kept in the dark, though belied by the slight quirk of her lips.

(And as they drove, windows down and hair billowing in the wind, Kara wondered if Lena felt the way she did:

An aching need to stop running, even for just a moment.)

The floorboards of the house creaked under them as they stepped inside, Lena immediately wrinkling her nose at the smell—something harsh, like paint, and underneath it, the sickly sweet smell of rotting flowers.

“No wonder those men were in such a hurry to leave,” Lena muttered, distaste coloring her features as they stepped further in the home. The floor was littered with empty beer cans and filthy clothes, the smell of rotting flowers growing stronger. “This place is disgusting. Who would live here?”

Kara didn’t respond, just kept walking towards one of the rooms in the very back of the house. She wondered, briefly, stupidly, how Lena couldn’t hear what she could: the sound of a little heart, pounding furiously away in an equally small chest, body and bones rattling in fear.

“Where are you going?” Lena asked, still following dutifully. “Kara?”

It was the sound of her name that made her pause, turn around, and smile. “I had to help him,” she explained in a whisper before dropping to her knees and gently pulling a closet door open, revealing the pale, dirty face of a little boy. “Hi,” Kara said softly, heart breaking as he pressed himself against the wall of the closet in an attempt to create distance between them, his legs tangled in rags that made up what must have been his bed. (And in the corner of the closet, flowers, long dead.) “Don’t be scared,” she continued, though she didn’t advance further. She stared at him, listened to the terrified pounding of his little heart, and she came to a decision. Without thinking about it for longer than a second, she reached up and let her hair out of its ponytail, then pulled off her glasses. “Do you recognize me? Do you know who I am?” she asked, ignoring Lena’s warning hand on her shoulder, silently urging her not to do this.

The boy pushed away from the wall, approaching Kara with more than a little hesitancy. But his eyes never left her face. “Supergirl?” he finally whispered in awe, mouth falling open just a little bit. “Are you really her? Are you really here?”

“Yeah,” she answered, holding out a hand. “Yeah, I’m here.”

He paused for a moment more, as if not entirely sure she was telling the truth, but then he rushed forward, allowing Kara to pull him into a hug. “You’re really her. You’re really here.”

She broke Alex’s rules and used her powers to speed through cleaning the home. Lena was in the kitchen with the boy, digging through the cabinets and the fridge to make him something to eat, eventually settling on soup that Kara heated with her laser vision, much to the little boy’s glee.

Much later, when the child was wrapped in blankets and letting out soft snores as he slept in the only bed in the house, Lena handed Kara a mug of tea and motioned for her to follow her outside. They sat on a rickety bench on the porch in silence, sipping their tea and taking in the cool night air, the miles of empty desert around them. And then:

“You didn’t tell me because you knew it was a bad idea. You knew we shouldn’t have come here.”

“I wasn’t going to abandon this kid.”

“You don’t know this kid,” Lena admonished, sounding tired. And in her tone, something else. Guilt, maybe. “I know what you’re thinking, Kara. But we can’t help him. Lex is still after us. Being on the run is no place for a kid.”

“But what we found him in is?” Kara asked, turning to look at Lena. She took their mugs and placed them on the ground at their feet, then grabbed Lena’s hand. “You can’t look me in the eye and tell me you don’t want to help him. I know you, Lena.”

“It would throw everything off. All our plans, the sacrifices we’ve made,” Lena said, pulling her hand out of Kara’s grasp.

Kara felt her back stiffen. “I know you’ve planned for a decade or more, but I can’t, Lena. I can’t live like this. I don’t want to look over my shoulder running from Lex forever. I just. Life has to be more. And this kid needs our help. We can’t use Lex as an excuse forever.”

This was very clearly the wrong thing to say.

“I’m sorry to have inconvenienced you. No one asked you to go on the run with me. It was your choice, if you remember.”

(It was.

But here was the thing, the thing that Kara wasn’t sure how to put into words: she would’ve made the same choice again and again. She would’ve given everything up for Lena a hundred times over.)

“Lena, you know that’s not what I meant,” Kara said softly, reaching for her hand again, grateful when Lena grabbed on tightly.

“We can’t stay here. We’ll have to drive through the day and night for a while,” she said after a long pause. “We’ll need to get him clothes. And you need to explain to him he can’t mention Supergirl ever again,” she added, narrowing her eyes at Kara.

Kara nodded quickly and, absolutely unable to help it, leaned over and pressed a kiss to Lena’s temple.

“Have I ever told you you’re my favorite?” she asked as she pulled away.

Lena just rolled her eyes, picking up their mugs and getting to her feet.. “After Alex, maybe,” she said with a grin, holding out a hand for Kara to help her up.

“That’s different. Alex is my sister. You’re…” Kara trailed off, not noticing the tremble in Lena’s hand, “you’re you.”

“Very eloquent, love,” Lena laughed, the endearment making Kara’s heart skip a beat. “To think you’re a journalist.”

They laughed as they put away the mugs and settled for a sleepless night on the lumpy couch in the living room, Lena’s head resting on Kara’s shoulder as she slowly dozed off.

And Kara sat there, breathing in the smell of Lena’s shampoo, half of her focus on the little boy’s gentle breathing in the next room, the other half of her focus on Alex’s heartbeat thousands of miles away, her thoughts on what it meant to be a family.

It was after several days of driving that they found a place Lena determined to be safe enough to rest.

The boy, who had yet to tell either Kara or Lena his name, ran ahead of them, heading straight for the small garden littered with colorful flowers.

“We shouldn’t stay here long,” Lena said as she grabbed one of their bags from the car, struggling a bit with its weight. “Have you been listening for him?”

Kara didn’t ask who him was. Either it was Lex or it was the boy’s unfit father, and regardless of who Lena was referring to, the answer was yes. Of course she’d been listening for him. “No news,” she confirmed, taking the bag from Lena, swinging it easily over her shoulder. “I have heard some odd frequencies lately though. Not sure what to make of it.”

Lena, who was smiling gratefully at Kara’s help, suddenly stopped, fear taking over her features. She pulled Kara to a halt by the wrist, eyebrows furrowed. “You don’t think—”

“—no,” Kara assured her, shifting the bag so that she could pull Lena into a loose, one-armed hug. “It’s similar to the frequency on Alex’s watch. I thought it was her way of signalling it’s safe but—”

“—but it seems more like a warning?”

Kara nodded, watching as the boy raced back towards them, a handful of flowers he’d pulled from the garden clutched in his fist. “A day or two,” Kara said in an undertone. “Just to rest. Then we’ll move on to the next place.”

Lena didn’t respond, but her hands twisted into the fabric of Kara’s shirt, and she pressed her face against Kara’s shoulder, and Kara figured that was answer enough.

Their routine changed.

It was as if, in their determination to give the child everything they possibly could for as long as they could, the fear and dreariness of being on the run was replaced by laughter and joy.

Lena took them all on a shopping trip, letting the boy pick out bright colored clothes, even rolling her eyes and conceding when Kara got them all baseball caps.

Rather than stay at sketchy motels, Kara would constantly be on the listen for people going on vacation or on weekend getaways, feeling better about ‘borrowing’ the home by making sure the home was immaculate when they left, Lena purposely leaving behind a small stack of bills.

They ate whatever the boy wanted, from sugary snacks to cheesy burgers. There was always music, usually a bubbly pop song Kara liked and they found that the boy preferred, leading to impromptu dances in the kitchen—with one memorable time, which Kara rather thought was seared into the back of her eyelids, Lena making the boy laugh as she grabbed his hands, swinging his arms to and fro, shaking her hips in time with the music.

(And in the dark, long after the child was asleep, Kara and Lena would lay together, heads close, trying to calculate what resources they had left, how much more they could stretch it out, how much longer they could continue this way.

And every night, long after Lena had finally drifted off, her head nestled on Kara’s shoulder, Kara would close her eyes and listen to the ever-closer frequency she didn’t recognize, increasingly worried about what it could mean.)

Then Lena changed their routine again.

Every morning, as Kara would make them coffee, Lena would press a lingering kiss to the corner of her mouth. She had them play the games she’d invent on the spot, winking at Kara when the boy would win every single one. And at night, every night, rather than just fit her head in the juncture between Kara’s head and shoulder, she would tangle their legs, hold Kara’s hand, pressed so tightly against Kara that she could feel Lena’s heartbeat against her skin.

(And Rao, did Kara want to take one of those moments, freeze it in time, commit it to memory, wanting it etched into her heart, where she could carry it forever.

But mostly, mostly, all Kara wanted was to close those few inches between their lips and finally, finally, kiss her.)

One night, weeks after finding the boy, after he’d already been tucked in and reminded that the next morning they would have to move on to the next place, the next town, Lena played with Kara’s fingers as they lay in the dark, the little breathy sighs she let out every few moments warning enough that she had something serious on her mind.

So Kara shifted a little, pulling away so that they were facing each other, hands still intertwined. And she made it a little easier for Lena. “I can practically feel the gears turning in your head. Just tell me what you’re thinking.”

Lena didn’t respond right away. Instead, her eyes were fixed on Kara’s, and after a moment, she used her free hand to smooth over the scar above Kara’s eyebrow. “How do you do it?” she finally questioned, voice so soft that Kara wasn’t sure she’d even be audible without superhearing. “How are you so effortlessly good all the time?”

It wasn’t really what Kara was expecting (and if she was honest with herself, it wasn’t what she was hoping Lena was thinking about either). “What do you mean?”

“You came with me without a second thought. Then, with the boy, you didn’t even pause to help him. You knew he was in trouble, and that was all it took.” She closed her eyes, her brows furrowing, almost as if she was in pain. “But my first thought was how it would make things harder for us.”

“That’s not true,” Kara said easily, and without really thinking about it, she pulled Lena closer, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “You know it isn’t.”

“Do I?” Lena snarked back, but her heart wasn’t in it. She allowed Kara’s closeness, even going as far as burying her head under Kara’s chin.

With her hand that wasn’t still tightly in Lena’s grasp, Kara began to rub comforting circles on Lena’s back. “Your first thought was the danger he’d be in just because of us,” Kara reminded her gently, still rubbing her back. “Besides, I don’t know if you know, but you’re incredible.”

“Kara, be serious.”

“I am,” Kara laughed. “Being good...it’s easy. It’s the default setting. But you, you’re extraordinary. You were told your entire life that the opposite was true. That the only thing you could do was evil. And yet look at you. You did good anyway.” She paused, wanting Lena to soak in her words. “Do you see how amazing that is? Every single time you make a choice, you have to go through years of noise, years of interference, years of lies, and every time, you find your way through all that,” she tugged their joined hands up, pressing it against Lena’s chest, right over her heart, “to this. A good, kind heart.”

Lena pulled away suddenly, leaving Kara wondering if she’d said the wrong thing, but then she noticed the expression on Lena’s face, the blazing look in her eyes. “Do you really believe that?” she asked, voice barely a whisper.

“I mean, yeah, I wouldn’t have said it otherwise, gosh Lena, I—”

But Lena didn’t let her finish. Instead, she swung one leg over Kara, straddling her, and after waiting for Kara’s eager nod, finally, finally, kissed her.

(It was okay, Kara thought as Lena’s hands pinned hers to the bed, that Lena didn’t let her finish her sentence.

There was all the time in the world to tell Lena how much she loved her. For now, showing her would have to be enough.)

The frequency only Kara could hear, the one that worried her so, got closer every day, and so they stopped staying anywhere for more than a few hours.

It was hardest on the boy. He and Lena had especially grown close, falling asleep in the back of the car as Kara drove, chancing a look at them in the rearview mirror every now and then, feeling her heart swell with fondness. But Lena’s whispered concerns, about how he was faring, how he was feeling, felt more and more serious as the days dragged on.

Being on the run was no place for a kid.

“We could fight,” Kara suggested one night as they drove through the darkness, the child asleep in the back, clutching a toy Lena had bought him weeks ago. “Just wait for Lex to find us and fight.”

Lena tugged on Kara’s right hand, pulling it out of its vice-like grip on the steering wheel, then brought it to her lips and pressed a kiss to the back of it. “We went on the run because we couldn’t fight. Nothing��s changed.”

“Everything’s changed,” Kara said, turning to look at Lena. “What do you want to do?”

“We have a two day head start on Lex, right?” Lena confirmed. At Kara’s nod, she pressed another kiss to the back of Kara’s hands before releasing it. “We’ll find a place, spend one more night with him.” She motioned towards the child. “Then we’ll take him to the police station. CPS, I don’t know. Once he’s safe, we can wait for Lex.”

“No,” came a small voice from the back of the car. Kara watched the boy slowly sit up, toy clutched to his chest, meeting her gaze through the rearview mirror. “I’m staying with you. I want to be with you and Lena.”

(They tried to argue with him, tried to make him see reason, but Kara knew it was a lost cause. There was no convincing a boy who felt he’d found his family that he’d be better off or safer anywhere else.

Kara would know: she’d felt that way after landing on Earth, after Clark sent her away.)

So they made their last stand.

With Lena’s help, Kara found a fairly sturdy home, one that seemed to have been empty for some time, and they began to prepare.

Kara put her suit on for the first time in almost a year. Lena pulled out what she’d called her ‘emergency technology’ and the boy was secured in the house, letting Lena hug him to her as Kara sat nearby, her focus on everything beyond the walls of the house.

The frequency drew closer, the sound almost maddening in Kara’s ear. But there wasn’t much of Lex’s fanfare. No explosions, no gunfire. No whirring of new Lexosuits. There was nothing except for that sound in Kara’s ear and cars approaching.

“Kara?” Lena questioned, taking her hand and breaking her focus.

“He’s here.”

(She could hear it, cars and trucks coming to a halt, heavy footed people beginning to surround the house, the sound of their weapons in their hands loud in Kara’s ears.

And also, something else, something Kara hadn’t heard from this close in a long time.)

“Kara, I’m scared,” the boy said, looking to her, still gripping tightly to Lena.

“That’s okay,” Kara told him, brushing his hair back and then getting to her feet. “But you’ve got nothing to be scared about.”

“Kara—”

But she waved Lena’s concern off. “Trust me. We’re safe.”

One of the people surrounding the house broke down the door, making the boy hide his face in Lena’s stomach. Footsteps approached. A gun was raised. And then:

“Alex. You found us.”

The DEO was loud. Or maybe it was that the city was loud. After being in the middle of nowhere for so long, the sudden influx of noise was a little a little different.

Different, but nice.

“So, you broke all my rules, right?” Alex said as she followed Kara out on the balcony, standing next to her and leaning against the balustrade. “I said to keep a low profile, you kidnapped a kid. I said no powers, I find you in your suit.”

“I didn’t sing,” Kara said with a grin. Lena was still with the boy, holding his hand as he was checked over by doctors, happily sucking on a lollipop that Alex had offered him. “Your watch is broken, the frequency it lets off is wrong, I thought you were Lex for weeks.”

“I had a run in with an Aellon. I knew the watch was acting fritzy afterwards, but Brainy said any changes in the frequency would be ‘nearly imperceiptible.’” She grinned a little, bumping her shoulder against Kara’s. “So, while I was busy working with Brainy, Nia, J’onn, and Kelly to bring Lex down...you and Lena started dating and adopted a kid?”

Kara snorted, turning her head, watching as Lena and the boy (who were clearly done with all the tests) walked over to where she was standing with her sister.

“Pretty much,” she told Alex, marveling at finally having her entire family together again.

#I watched the video once #sooo I'm sorry in advance #supercorp #fanfic

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You’re The Reason | Eric Matthews

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A/N: My first Boy Meets World fic! Gah! I hope you like this! Couldn’t stay away from the JATP boys though, so it’s kinda like a JATP x BMW crossover... Lemme know what you think!

Pairing: Eric x Fem!Reader

Song(s) used: none

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, party

Words: 4,028

Eric Matthews. The goofy, charming oldest boy of Alan and Amy. My best friend since forever. Our parents always told us the story about how we met in the sandbox in Kindergarten. I was building sandcastles when Jason, Eric’s first best friend, came to ruin them. Eric, being the charmer he always had been, told Jason off and pushed him out of the sandbox before helping me rebuild my sand castle. Ever since that day, the two of us had been the best of friends.

We did everything together. Everything from play dates to eating ice cream to going to middle school and eventually high school. Though we never graduated together as my parents had to move when I was 16. We moved to Los Angeles and never returned to Philadelphia. Eric and I were so torn. We had promised we would keep in contact and the first few months were hard, but we eventually found a rhythm in our long-distance friendship.

Every evening, we would call each other except for the weekends as those were date-weekends where both of us went out on dates. But come Sunday evening, we’d both be on the phone, telling the other what had happened during said dates.

During summer vacation, Eric would come to L.A. to visit me or I’d go back to Philly, just so we could hang out together for a few days. Those had always been my favorite days. We’d reconnect and find that spark again we always used to have, which, in its turn, brought us closer and made the next few months a little less hard when all we could hear was each other’s voice.

Last summer, however, I realized that I’d rather kiss those beautiful pink lips than stare at them as he talked about yet another girl he took out over the weekend and made out with. It stung, to say the least, but I couldn’t tell him how I felt. We were miles apart from one another, it would just hurt more.

Though what hurt even worse was when Eric called me one time in the middle of the night, crying. Confused and worried, I listened to him as he let everything he was feeling out of his system.

“Mister Feeny is retiring, Cory’s going to college and eloped with Topanga tonight and I just– everything’s changing and I don’t know what to do about it. I wanna stop time and just go back to the way things were. All of us in high school, Cory and Topanga fighting over God-knows-what or Shawn and Cory getting into even more trouble. And you… Not miles away from me…”

I choked back tears as I listened to him. He sounded so broken, so lost. I wished I could just hold him and let him cry as he spoke about how he felt. I wished I was in Philadelphia instead of Los Feliz, a place I didn’t quite belong.

“I’m sorry, Eric, I wish I could make things better for you…” I said, my voice just above a whisper, afraid I would cry if I spoke any louder.

Eric sighed on the other side of the line. “Why don’t you just– come home? Study at Pennbrook with me?” I stuttered and stumbled over my words, unsure what to say to him.

It wasn’t like I thought about it. I’m an adult, I could change my whole life around and move back to Philadelphia. Back to Eric. But while that sounded all beautiful and wonderful and like a dream come true, I couldn’t just drop everything here. I had my new friends, a college degree I needed to finish.

“Come on, babe. You know you want to…” Eric pleaded, knowing all-too-well what was going on in my mind right now even though he couldn’t see me. “I know I want you to.”

I heaved in a deep breath. “I can’t, Eric… I gotta finish my degree here. I gotta–” Just as I wanted to continue summing up reasons as to why I wouldn’t be able to go back to him, four guys I knew like the back of my hand entered my dorm and jumped onto my bed. I didn’t even need to see who it was to know who it was. “Guys– I’m on the phone here,” I scolded them as the floppy-haired guy gave me his best smoulder. “Lukas, no.”

“It’s alright, y/n,” I heard Eric say, though I could tell it wasn’t actually okay. “You go back to your friends. You stay put. Okay? Whatever makes you happiest.”

“But you make me h–” Before I could even finish my sentence, Eric had hung up the phone. “Happiest…” I mumbled before placing the horn back on the receiver.

“You okay?” the blonde guy I knew best as Alex Mercer asked me solemnly.

I pressed my lips together. “No– not really…”

Luke wrapped his arms around my waist and snuggled into my neck while Reggie sat on the end of my bed with his legs crossed. “I think you ought to go visit him,” he said.

“What?”

“No, seriously. You miss him, he misses you and you clearly need each other right now. Go back to Philly, y/n. Even if it’s just for the weekend.” For once, Reggie actually spoke some sense.

“Yeah, I mean, you clearly miss each other and you need each other right now. And maybe, whilst you’re there, you can figure out whether you’d wanna move back to Philly or come back to us,” Alex added.

I had met Luke, Reggie, Alex and Bobby during orientation day, along with Rose, my roommate. There hadn’t been a day where we didn’t spend time together. All six of us were sewn to the hip. Wherever one went, the others went too. A lot of people called Rose and I their groupies as the four of them had started a band way back in high school. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say those four were actually married to one another.

But to be fair, Alex and Reggie were speaking some truth now. I did miss Eric. I missed him tremendously. And maybe, once there, I could see that Los Angeles was truly where I belonged or if I should stay in Philadelphia with Eric… It was the ultimate life test.

I heaved in a deep breath before lifting my hand to ring the doorbell at apartment 3E. Nerves bunched in the pit of my stomach and my hands were getting clammy. I wasn’t even sure if Eric was home. I wasn’t even sure if coming over was such a splendid idea. I wasn’t sure of anything anymore.

Even less so when a tall fiery red-haired girl opened up the door. My throat dried up for a second. Did I get the wrong apartment? Eric hadn’t told me about a girl roommate or anything. All I knew was that he lived with Jack and Shawn. Though I figured since Shawn had gotten into Pennbrook too, he might’ve moved into a dorm with Cory.

“Hi, can I–” the girl stopped in her tracks as she let her eyes glide over me. “You’re y/n, aren’t you?” Her lips curled up into a smile. “Eric has told me so much about you!”

The nerves in my stomach made room for fluttery butterflies. Eric talked about me. Even to girls as pretty as this one. Knowing Eric the way I do, I didn’t think he ever would. ‘Girl repellant’ he’d call it.

“Uhm… Yeah… I wanted to surprise him… Is he here?”

The girl chuckled. “Believe it or not, but he’s actually in class right now.”

“Eric? In class?”

She nodded her head, her lips curling up into a smirk. “I’m heading to campus now, you wanna come? His class is almost over.”

It definitely beat sitting here, waiting for him.

“Sure,” I replied and the girl quickly went to grab her stuff before walking out and guiding me towards the elevator again.

“I’m Rachel, by the way. I just moved in a couple days ago,” she said while pushing the button to call the elevator.

Rachel. Roommate Rachel. She was definitely Eric’s type… A girl.

“Eric hasn’t told me about you yet. For a second, I thought I was at the wrong apartment,” I said, chuckling a little.

Rachel and I got into the elevator and she told me about how she wound up living with Jack and Eric. I had to admit to myself that I was only slightly jealous of the moves the two boys had made on her. Not that I cared about Jack hitting on Rachel, but I did care about Eric doing it.

The red-haired fury led me towards campus and we talked all the way there. Mostly about Eric. She asked me questions about our childhood and I told her every single story about him. It wasn’t hard talking about Eric. Everything we went through together flowed out of me like a waterfall. A waterfall of Eric-filled stories.

“Oh, look. He’s at the Student Union, as predicted,” Rachel said, pointing towards where Eric, Jack, Shawn and Cory were seated on the sofas, sipping coffee.

A smile involuntarily crept its way up to my face. Eric Matthews. Seeing him now made my heart beat faster and my stomach fill up with all sorts of butterflies. My LA boys were right. I did miss him tremendously.

“Come on, let’s go say hi!” Rachel urged, pulling me along by my wrist.

“Don’t you have a class to go to?”

She shook her red mane. “I’d rather see this beautiful reunion,” she said.

Cory was the first one who met my eyes. His laughter made room for confusion to then turn into delight. “Y/N?” he exclaimed, causing everyone’s head to turn my way before he got up to embrace me. Jack and Shawn hugged me next and when I turned to Eric, he was still seated on the couch with his cup of coffee halfway to his lips.

“What are you doing here?” he finally asked.

I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear nervously. “What? Aren’t you happy to see me?”

His wide eyes turned back to normal and as he put his cup on the coffee table in front of him, he blabbed while getting up to hug me. “Wha– of course I’m happy to see you, y/n. I just didn’t expect you to come? Don’t you have classes and stuff?”

I inhaled the familiar scent of Eric Matthews. As my senses filled up with him, my nerves finally calmed down. I was home.

“I wanted to surprise you…”

His hands cupped my face as he regarded me. He inspected every inch of my face as if to see if I was complete and really there. “And surprised I am,” he whispered.

Shawn handed me a cup of coffee as we all settled back onto the couch. They asked me questions about LA and about college in LA, and I answered each and every one of them. It felt good being with this gang again. It was like coming back home.

Eric took me everywhere that weekend. Friday night, we went to Chubbie’s. On Saturday, he took me back home where I reacquainted with Alan and Amy, and we spent some time with Morgan.

Now it was Saturday night and we were all at the club for a good party. I was three drinks in and chatting with Rachel at the bar. I had grown close to her over the two days I had been here. Just like Rose, she always knew exactly what to say. And she listened. She listened to all my sorrows and worries. She really listened.

“I think you’re in love with Eric,” she stated before taking a swig of her beer.

“What? No! I–” She raised an eyebrow at me. “I am in love with Eric…”

She let out a cackle. “Ha! I knew it!”

“I can’t act up on my feelings though, Rachel. We live miles apart. Being friends is already hard enough, I don’t even wanna know what being a couple would do to us. If Eric would reciprocate my feelings, that is.”

“Would you believe me if I told you Eric is in love with you too?”

“No.”

“Well, he is! The way his eyes light up when he talks about you… It’s pure love. Sure, he can be a bit daft and he’s not the sharpest tool in the shed, but when he talks about you, he almost becomes poetic.”

“You’re ridiculous,” I said and sipped from my beer again.

Rachel shook her head at me. “See for yourself.” She pointed somewhere behind me and the second I turned around, Eric was in front of me with those big, sparkly eyes of his and that goofy smile I’d come to love.

“Dance with me, baby!” he shouted and pulled me along to the dance floor. As I looked back at Rachel, she gave me a knowing look. She wasn’t right. She couldn’t be.

“I need you to stay,” he slurred, clearly having drank one too many beers. “Please, can’t you stay?”

“Eric,” I sighed, “You know I can’t. I’ve got –”

“A degree to finish and friends to go back to, I know, I know…”

I pressed my lips together in a thin line as I watched him. He was still moving, swaying from side to side to the music, but there was a lot less enthusiasm behind than before we started talking.

“Hey,” I started and placed my hands on his shoulders. “You know I would stay if I could, right? I just – I can’t, Eric.”

“Yes, you can, y/n. You can stay here, transfer to Pennbrook, live with me and Jack and Rachel. Be here. With me.”

His offer sounded alluring. A little too alluring. The alcohol coursing in my veins almost made me say ‘yes’, but the sober part of me knew that wouldn’t be a good idea. “I need a better reason than that, Eric.”

“I’ve got more reasons for you to stay.”

“Gimme one.”

Before I could properly process what was happening, Eric grabbed my face and pressed his lips to mine in a deep kiss. As we pulled apart for a moment, I had to take a breather and process what had just happened.

“That’s a good reason,” I whispered before kissing him again.

I didn’t know if it was the alcohol or the fact that we’d actually wanted to do that for a long time, but the rest of the night we spent together, making out in a corner of the club until Rachel and Jack pulled us apart and brought us back to the apartment. Eric and I fell asleep together on the couch, cuddled up. The place where I’d wanted to fall asleep for months now. The place where I belonged.

It felt weird waking up in his arms. Not that we hadn’t done that before, but the events that preceded it were new. I hadn’t ever been kissed the way Eric had kissed me last night. It was with so much passion and love that filled up all my senses, that sobered me up almost straight away.

Though, when he woke, it was like nothing happened.

He didn’t speak about it, and changed the subject whenever I tried to. I didn’t know what had gone wrong. It was probably a mistake on his part. He probably didn’t want to kiss me. It was probably the alcohol speaking and not his heart. He didn’t love me the same way I loved him.

It was all a mistake.

“How was your night?” Alan asked playfully when we entered the Matthews’ kitchen for lunch on Sunday.

“Good! We had fun,” I replied and glanced over at Eric. He had jammed his hands into the pockets of his jeans as he moved over towards the fridge.

“It was okay,” he spoke and shoved a knife right through my chest.

I had no clue what I had done wrong or what had gone wrong. All I knew was that Eric was giving me the cold shoulder. The kiss must’ve been a mistake. It must’ve been something he didn’t even want to do and it was just the alcohol taking over. And now it had ruined our entire friendship.

“When’s your flight back home?” Amy queried.

I placed my knife and fork down as I had just finished the delicious lunch Amy had made all of us. “Tonight at eight,” I responded with a nervous smile. My stomach churned when I felt Eric tense up next to me.

“Back to Northridge then, huh? Must be a big change going from cold Philadelphia back to warm and sunny LA,” Alan said with a smile and I nodded my head.

“It’s gonna be quite the di–” before I could finish my sentence, Eric had shoved his chair back and without uttering a word, he stormed out of the kitchen. I could feel my heart break in my chest. He seemed angry. Frustrated. All of the things I didn’t want him to be before I went back to LA.

“I’ll go check on him,” I said and carefully slid my chair back before following Eric outside.

He sat on the cushioned bench where we have had many a talk before as the sun set and the stars appeared into the sky. Though right now, it seemed awfully dark and gloomy. Nothing like what it used to feel like.

“Eric, are you okay?” I plopped down next to him, placing my hand on his shoulder.

He scoffed. “No, I’m not okay. You know, I didn’t ask you to come here. I didn’t ask you to visit me. I didn’t ask and so I couldn’t prepare for you to leave… Again.”

“Eric, I’m sorry. I thought it would be nice to surprise you. I–” I stopped talking as soon as he shot up from the bench and took a few steps away from me. He looked angry and sad at the same time and it broke my heart even further.

“Don’t you know how much it kills me to see you go every time? But at least in the summer, I can prep myself for the goodbye that’s about to follow. I can prep myself for the heartache and now that I didn’t see it coming, I’m not ready for you to go.”

I opened my mouth to say something else, but before I could, he gave me another glare and then stormed off to God-knows-where. I couldn’t move. I was frozen to the bench. My best friend just yelled at me and ran off. I didn’t even say goodbye to him.

“Miss y/l/n, what a surprise,” a familiar voice sounded, causing me to snap my head towards the older man that stood in the next-door garden on the other side of the white fence.

I smiled at him, but I knew it wasn’t genuine and I knew he knew it wasn’t. “Hey Mister Feeny.”

“Are you okay?” he asked and opened the small gate. He made a beeline towards me and sat down on the bench next to me.

I heaved in a deep breath, breathing in the familiarity of my old teacher. “No, I –” I mulled over my words. “I missed Eric, so I came to surprise him but I think it might’ve not been such a good idea.”

“Why not?”

“‘Cause now he’s mad at me because he couldn’t prepare himself for me leaving…” I mumbled, focusing on the rings on my fingers as I twisted them around and around. “I don’t know what to do, Mister Feeny. I wanna stay with Eric, but I’ve got a life in LA. I’ve got friends and I’ve got Northridge and my family still lives there too…”

I looked up to see my favorite teacher regard me with such a tender and familiar look. He felt sorry for me and I also knew there was a pep-talk coming in a few seconds. Though at that moment, I wasn’t sure if I was in the mood for that pep-talk.

“I’m going to tell you the same thing I told Miss Lawrence when she came to me with her dilemma,” he started wistfully, the only way Mister Feeny ever spoke. “You stay at Northridge unless you have a good reason not to.”

My mind immediately went to last night’s events when Eric kissed me after he told me he had reasons for me to stay. If I had a reason, it would be Eric. Eric would be the one and only reason for me to move back to Philadelphia and I couldn’t lie when I said Eric weighs out every other reason I had for going back to LA.

“I think you know what to do, Miss y/l/n,” he said before placing a comforting hand on my shoulder and getting up again.

“Hey, Mister Feeny,” he stopped halfway to his house. “You’re a good teacher, you know that?” The genuine and heartwarming smile that curled Feeny’s lips upwards made me feel nostalgic. I had missed that man.

“Thank you, Miss y/l/n. And you’re a good student.”

As Mister Feeny returned to his home, I couldn’t help but think everything over. Every thought, every moment of the past weekend seeped back into my mind. There was only one way to stop my thoughts and I knew exactly what it was.

“Y/N?” His voice caused me to snap out of my thoughts. There he was. Finally. “What are you still doing here?” he asked, visibly getting nervous. “I thought you’d gone home?”

I patted the spot next to me on the cushioned bench. Eric hesitantly took the spot, but I could tell he was tense and didn’t quite know what to do. He didn’t look at me and his hands fiddled around in his lap.

“I am home.”

Now he looked up at me. Confusion was written all over his face, a look I had seen on him before. The reminder of everything I ever told him that confused him made me giggle a little.

“What do you mean? Don’t you have to get back to LA? Back home?” He turned his face back to the sky. It was starting to get dark out and the stars above us were starting to make an appearance, along with the bright moon.

“I talked to Feeny and he told me that I should go back to Northridge…” I watched Eric’s jaw clench. “Unless I had a good reason not to.”

He turned his head to face me again. “Is there a good reason?”

I sighed. “I thought about it. I’ve got reasons to go back. Like my degree and my friends out there, my family…” Eric slowly nodded his head and I knew his mind was already preparing him for me to say I was going to go back. “But there’s one reason that makes me wanna stay here. One reason that outweighs all the other reasons.”

“And what’s that?”

A soft smile befell my lips as I leaned in and cautiously pressed my lips to his. Last night’s memories seeped back into my mind.

“You’re the reason, Eric Matthews.”

He smiled as his eyes darted from mine to my lips and back before he fully kissed me on the lips. I couldn’t help but giggle before melting completely into the kiss, into him. After years of being best friends and months of pining for him, I was finally kissing my best friend. I had finally given into my feelings.

And I was making the right decision. I knew that now. I knew that moving back to Philadelphia would be the right choice. I would be moving back home. Back with Eric. Close to Cory and Shawn and Jack and Topanga. All of my friends from when we were younger. Home.

The only thing left to do now was break the news to my friends in LA…

But that was a problem for later.

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Painted Nails and Pride

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internalized homophobia, john being an a**hole, bisexual dean, found family, happy ending

written for day 7 of @spnprideweek

Music boomed from the park down the street and Dean tried to focus on the newspapers spread out before him, front pages covered with news about a bear attack at a campsite a few miles west. Not actually a bear attack, of course. From the tracks they’d seen when they hiked out there yesterday, Dad's money was on wendigo.

Cheering drew his eyes from the table where he, Sam, and Dad sat outside a restaurant to the people heading down the sidewalk towards the music. Banners on streetlights along the road proclaimed that today marked Roseville's 3rd Annual Pride Parade. His eyes snagged on a group of kids his own age standing on the street corner, hugging and talking excitedly. One boy had painted nails and wore a cropped shirt that exposed his midriff. As he talked with his friends, he looked around, and his eyes met Dean’s. He smiled at him, and Dean ducked his head, face burning.

An announcer’s voice echoed down the street. “Welcome to Pride,” the voice boomed. Dean folded and unfolded the corner of the newspaper, listening to the cheering, rotating the ring on his thumb around and around.

Dad snorted, and Dean glanced up at him. Arms crossed, leaning back in his chair, he watched the proceedings with a scowl on his face. Dean studied the newspapers more intently, underlining words just to look like he was doing something productive. Part of him wanted to go down to the parade, just to see what it was all about, but that was ridiculous. Only affirmed by a derogatory comment Dad made low under his breath about the people in the street.

“Yeah,” Dean agreed verbally, jostling his leg under the table. He glanced sideways at Sam, who was giving Dad a glare. Dean gave him a look that meant, don’t start, but Sam ignored him.

“Don’t say that,” he said, and Dean froze, eyes snapping to their father. Dad pulled his eyes from the street to Sam, giving him a long, steady look.

“What?” he asked after a long moment. “You one of them?”

Sam only held his gaze for a second before it seemed his courage failed. He ducked his head. “No,” he mumbled, kicking at the table leg.

Dad stared at him for another long moment, expressionless, before turning his journal around and dropping it in front of Sam. “Shut up and make yourself useful. Sooner we figure out what’s killing these folks, sooner we can get out of this goddamn town.”

He waved down the waitress for another drink, and Dean glared at Sam, who was absently thumbed through the journal pages. Returning to his own work, he snapped one newspaper closed and opened another, skimmed an article about the victim’s family. The words didn’t really make sense in his head, though, and too soon he found himself watching the people in the street again. The boy who’d smiled at him had disappeared, though, probably watching the parade.

Finding a one-off line in an article about rumors of a strange being haunting the woods, he circled it and handed the newspaper across the table.

“Nice work,” Dad said, taking the paper, but instead of the usual warmth from his praise, Dean only felt sick.

He felt about the same now, standing in Jody’s kitchen—off to the side so he wouldn’t be in the way during the frenzied preparations to attend the Sioux Falls Pride Parade. Music played from Patience’s phone, some song he recognized from Cas constantly turning the radio dial to the pop music station. Sam helped Kaia finish a sign decorated with the lesbian flag, and Eileen signed with Alex who was learning sign language in high school. Claire sat at the table painting Jack’s nails, who wriggled in his seat excitedly.

Catching Dean’s eyes, he held up the hand Claire had finished. “Dean, look!”

Dean forced a smile. “Looks good.”

“Stay still,” Claire ordered, frowning down at Jack’s hand as she painted his pinky.

This was a bad idea, Dean thought. Jody had invited them for the week, mentioning off-hand that Sioux Fall’s pride events were going on, and Dean had pushed aside the mild panic at that comment, told her they’d come visit. He didn’t know he’d be roped into joining everyone at Pride, but here he was, feeling out of place in the corner of the kitchen. Who knew how he’d feel standing at the parade.

“Want me to do yours?” Claire asked, and Dean snapped his attention back to her. She was holding a bottle of nail polish, others lined up next to her on the table, and he froze, realizing what she was suggesting.

His first instinct was to spit out, “I’m not one of those,” but guilt rushed through him for how harsh the words sounded in his head. Defensive words, unnecessary ones because there was no threat here. He didn't mean them anyway.

Swallowing them down, he glanced around the kitchen for rescue. Cas was helping Donna pack water bottles because “It’s gonna be hot out there,” but he must’ve felt Dean’s gaze because he looked over and gave him a reassuring smile. No judgement in his eyes, or Claire's either, for that matter. He had a feeling he wouldn't find any judgement in this kitchen, which should've been a relief, but he had a hard time trusting it.

“Come on, Dean,” Jack said. “We can match!”

You can do this, Dean told himself. It's just Pride, not an Apocalypse.

He tried to smile. “Sure,” he said, going to the table and sitting down, chest tight.

He chose the color blue because it felt less ostentatious than the pinks and lilacs Claire presented to him. Even so, the color looked strikingly bright in the sunlight as he stood along the street marked off for the parade, and he shoved his hands into his pockets.

“Hey,” Cas said, touching his shoulder. Dean tensed, then felt awful for his reaction, but Cas didn’t move away, only rubbed between his shoulder blades until Dean relaxed marginally. “You okay?”

Dean nodded. “Fine,” he managed. Cas gave him a small smile and leaned his head on Dean’s shoulder.

A float passed with people waving and dancing on top, a banner strung across the front declaring, “Protect Trans Kids.” Jack waved a rainbow flag around, cheering along with the crowd. Claire’s arm was wrapped around Kaia’s shoulders, a smile tugging at her mouth despite her attempts to look unbothered by the proceedings. Dean wished he could feel that nonchalant. Instead, he kept looking over his shoulder. He didn’t know exactly what threat he was looking for, but the press of the growing crowds and the heat and noise, the bright colors and waving flags everywhere he looked was making him nauseous.

Turning back to the parade, he met Sam’s eyes. “Never thought we’d both end up here, right?” Sam asked over the noise, attempting levity, and Dean wondered if he remembered sitting outside near a Pride parade, feeling so unsure. There were plenty of other instances to remember, plenty of times John made disparaging comments that Dean either pretended to not hear or agreed with out of a panic that if he wasn’t careful, they might be directed at him next.

“This is fun,” Sam commented, watching the parade, and Dean wished he could agree.

Easy for you to say, he thought. You have a girlfriend, people’ll assume you’re straight. But he felt bad for thinking it. He didn’t want Cas to move away from him—if anything, wanted him closer, wanted his arm around him. But he felt too tense to move.

A crowd of middle-aged people walked in the parade, t-shirts reading variations of MOM HUGS, DAD HUGS, GRANDPA HUGS. Dean watched as people stepped off the sidewalk and hugged the moms and dads, some crying as soon as arms wrapped around them.

Without his permission, he felt his own eyes growing teary and he ducked his head, scraped his heel on the sidewalk.

“Dammit,” Jody said. “Where can I get one of those t-shirts?”

“We gotta do that next year,” Donna decided, and Jack gave her a hug.

“You can hand out hugs without the t-shirt,” he told her, and she grinned.

“You’re right.” Lifting her arms, she announced, “Free hugs over here!” People around them laughed, and someone took her up on the offer, telling her, “You’ve got a lovely family.”

Donna beamed. “Why yes I do.” She pulled Claire into a half-hug that Claire resisted, protesting the whole time. “Come here, Sam,” she said, yanking Sam into a hug that he had to nearly fold himself in half for. Everyone else got their turn, then she turned to Dean, holding out her arms.

Dean stepped into it, wrapping his arms around her. A gentler hug, Donna rubbing his back. Dean sunk into the embrace, the chaos around him subsiding for a moment.

“We’re family now, right?” she asked, pulling away to meet his eyes, and Dean nodded. Smiling at him and patting his arm, she turned back to Jody, wrapping an arm around her.

It felt a little easier to breathe now, his chest not so tight. The crowds around them didn’t seem so threatening, just smiling people with their families like he was with his. Eileen cheered as a float passed with an Irish LGBTQ+ coalition, and Dean smiled, easier now, not forced.

Jody pulled Donna in for a kiss that turned into making out. Claire rolled her eyes. “Ew, guys, Gross.” Kaia elbowed her and Claire’s put-on air of displeasure broke into a grin as she elbowed her back. Cas nudged Dean with a small smile when a float of pink, purple, and blue streamers drove past. For a moment, Dean's chest seized, John's voice ringing in his head, but in all the noise around them, it quickly drowned out.

Pulling his hands from his pockets, he took Cas’ hand. Cas interlaced their fingers immediately, squeezing tightly, then lifted their hands and studied Dean’s nails. Dean had let Jack paint a smiley face on his pinky to match the one on Jack’s thumbs. Staring at them, he thought of a boy at Pride with painted nails, his own fears and wants tightening his chest, but then Cas looked up at him with a smile, and the memory faded into a warm glow.

“I like them,” Cas told him.

“Yeah," Dean said. "Me too.”

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