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sabraeal · 23 days

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Minimum Distance, Chapter 2

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Obiyuki Trope Madness 2024, Championship: Undercover as Lovers

Feathers might settle on silk, but Obi’s heart is still taking flight, pounding in triple time as Doc takes her eyes off him, tipping back her chin to show off the spray of freckles beneath her jaw, right where the most delicate part of her skin stretches to cover her pulse. There’s a part of him that knows he should be worried about the man at the door, that he should already be composing a plan to get not only her but Ryuu out of this house, global lockdown or not, but—

But there’s another, louder part that sees an invitation. That got the fucking Save-the-Date from Doc anteing up that whole dance across the carpet and has some real opinions about just how well her skin would hold a mark. Who is really stumping for him to test some hypotheses about how freckles taste.

Telling it to shut up isn’t hard. Just another Tuesday here in paradise.

“Well…” Her neck stretches just a fit further, straining the limits of her voice, but she finally gets the door in her sight. Takes a minute one she’s got it to worry at her lip, leaving the barest, babiest dints behind, the kind he’d love to feel against his— “I guess I should go get that.”

Obi sits back on his knees, staring. She’s real confident for a girl who wanted to switch rooms one shower ago. “Doc, shouldn’t you— hngh?”

She wriggles, hips not just worming but also squirming right beneath him, and it’s doing something both wonderful and terrible to the wiring up and his brain. Real light show right where his lizard ancestors party down.

Doesn’t mean he was born her bodyguard yesterday though. Grandpa Gator might be personally projecting the world’s sexiest powerpoint presentation, but Obi’s already shifting, one of his thighs catching under hers, trapping it up between his knee and elbow. Gets her wrists for good measure too, both of them bound up in one hand, ignoring her surprised little whine when he pins them to the mattress.

That’s Bodyguarding 101 when it comes to Doc: can’t trust any of those little interested noises when he’s got his hands on her. Her interest in manhandling is purely academic; with only two geriatrics to keep an eye on her as a kid, anything more physical than a side hug registers as a novel experience. A real Only Child Problem.

Imagine that, being the only kid in the house. Absolutely buckwild.

“Wasn’t the whole point of swapping rooms so that you wouldn’t be getting any midnight rendezvous from that creep?” he growls, frustration itching just beneath his skin, deep enough he can’t scratch.

“Well, yes,” she allows, back flat against the mattress. She couldn’t be more thoroughly bed-bound if he tied her to it— which, god, he should really not be thinking about right now. Not when he’s got his knee between her legs and all that’s between him and skin is some skimpy teddy. It’s got the same sort of effect on him as a whole bottle of tequila: absolutely devastating for the parts of his brain involving high function, excellent for his circulatory health. “But there’s no problem now, if you’re here.”

There’s actually a bunch of problems— most of which start and end with his body’s sudden interest in showing off what sort of improvements this new three mile jog habit has made on his dick game— but there’s still the overhanging stuck in this dude’s smart house for the foreseeable future and we don’t know what his long game is. Short game, though, seems pretty fucking clear.

“Doc,” he hisses, leaning close enough everything but her eyes blurs, like that guy who painted haystacks for a living. “That doesn’t mean he won’t try to—”

“Um, hello?” There’s another knock, more insistent this time, and god, this guy might be some…pharmaceutical savant or whatever, but it doesn’t seem like anyone ever bothered to teach him how to read a damn room. “Are you there, or…?”

Doc’s mouth thins, her jaw getting that stubborn set it does when she’s about to haul off and jump out a window, but she doesn’t move. Doesn’t even squirm under him, just lays there, staring up at the ceiling, brow all furrowed and—

And that’s why he doesn’t even see the pillow coming. He barely has time to register she’s slipped a wrist free— right through the gap between his thumb and fingers, the minx— before a pound of down feathers takes him right out. He keeps his grip, fingers locked around the only wrist he’s got left, but all his air being replaced with eiderdown doesn’t do much for his stability— a fact Doc’s all too ready to exploit, using their momentum to put him right on his back.

Damn. Probably should have seen it coming. Taught her that one himself right after that whole clusterfuck with Umihebi, along with a few of the less brutal takedowns in his repertoire.

Instead he’s left breathless, trying to win a wrestling match with the pillow over his windpipe— a fight he could win, if she wasn’t clambering down him the whole time, rubbing bits of her over parts of him primed to pay attention. A solid toss knocks the thing back— right in time to catch a flash of strawberry-print cotton as she dismounts, scurrying toward the door.

It shouldn’t do anything. Not when he could write his own dissertation on the classification of every shade and shape of bush. But apparently his dick hasn’t gotten the memo on that one, stretching both his credulity and his waistband before he slams the pillow over his crotch, adding a new shade of blue to his vocabulary.

By the time he’s got any mind to stop her, Doc’s already peeking her head through the door, telling number twelve of the Forbes Fifty Under Fifty, “Excuse me…it’s really late?”

“O-oh, Shirayuki. Yes, of course. It is late. Very late. It’s just, you see…” From this angle he can’t see the guy’s face, just the nervous fluttering of his hands, like two drunk birds trying to fuck their way out of chimney. “I think there may be some…misunderstanding? Are you, er…?”

Alone, that’s what this asshole is trying to say. Because that’s how he wants her: vulnerable. How all these rich jackasses seem to think she should be. And here he is, trapped on this bed as thoroughly as if Doc were holding him down, debating whether she’s in enough trouble to saunter up and risk showing off just what sort of heat he’s packing.

He stifles a groan. This is how it’s always gonna be, isn’t it? Finding some new way to live his life on the edge, no matter how cushy the gig is; as strung out on her as anything that came in a little plastic baggy.

“Am I…?” Doc leans out the door, her weight shifted over her feet-- the perfect way to be snatched off them-- and that’s enough to get him off the bed.

Big Pharma’s prodigal son had seen fit to provide every room with one of those cushy bathrobes, even nicer than the ones he steals from every hotel where the Big Boss sets them up, each one monogrammed with their initials in the nicest, curliest cursive. Obi doesn’t know just how this guy decided which of his aliases to use, but he’s glad to have something on hand that might do a better job of obscuring what gray cotton won’t.

There’s not enough time for him to be strategic about it— he just strings it across his shoulders and knots the belt over his waist, hoping velvet is heavy enough for even his circulatory system to struggle against. By the glance Rugilia gives him when he leans behind Doc in the doorway, all casual menace, before his eyes drop straight to his crotch—

It isn’t. But that guy still looks away first, flushed right past the collar of his stupid robe, so at least his dick’s overactive imagination has gone and paid off for once. Oh boy, just wait until Kiki hears about this one. Princess would put that shit right in the company newsletter.

“Want to explain what you’re doing here?” Obi hardly needs to fake the gravel in his voice. Doc might not have ridden him hard or put him away wet or anything, but it’s the closest he’s come in almost three years. “Standing around Doc’s door at the witching hour?”

“B-but…” Obi’s got a healthy dose of skepticism when it comes to these people with more zeroes in their bank account than brain cells in their head, but when Rugilia’s eyes widen, jaw going so slack he can see all the way back to his tonsils— well, he’s gotta say, it’s convincing. “But it’s supposed to be your room.”

Now it’s Doc’s turn to stare at him, and, well, that throws are few things about this night into perspective. Damn, too bad Master’s not still hanging around in the closet— he could use a reminder that Obi’s still a hot commodity. “So, you’re here for me?”

It’s flattering, even if this stick figure isn’t his type. Certainly the most aggressive come-on he’s had in a while. He might even think about it, if he wasn’t on the job. Sometimes a boy likes to be chased, after all.

“N-no, wait, that’s— that’s not what I meant.” Rugilia might be huffing and puffing now, glaring at the both of them like it’s their fault they found him caterwauling outside their door like a hard-up tom, but Obi doesn’t miss the way his eyes keep drifting south of his equator. “Oh, honestly, if you two want to— to! You could have just said you wanted a room together.”

Doc clears her throat, guilty. “We were, um…trying to, ah…be discreet?”

“Discreet? Whatever for?” He crosses his arms, flushed. “At least then I would have known to check the cameras before I came down to—”

“Cameras?” Obi asks, but it’s too late, Doc’s already barreling ahead with, “We haven’t told the company we’re dating!”

Rugilia blinks, eyebrows bumping blindly over his nose. “Do your departments really work closely enough that you have to?”

Doc’s looking at him, like he’s got his finger on the pulse of these fraternization regs for some reason, but he’s still stuck on— this guy really thinks he’s a lawyer. This guy looks at the scar cutting across his naked chest and the other riding high by his hairline and sees four year college. Sees another three years post-grad at least, internships, sees passing the goddamn bar—

“Anyway, I wasn’t coming here to be a…er…pest,” Rugilia continues, suddenly as confident in his bathrobe as he would be in a three-piece suit. “I had a favor to ask.”

Right, this guy came here for a reason. Even if it wasn’t to take advantage of the California King situation past this door, this guy is up to something. Something that involves Doc. “Listen, Doctor Lyon doesn’t—”

“Oh, ha! I didn’t mean Shirayuki!” Rugilia waves his hand, utterly disarming— until he fixes his stare on Obi. “I’m here for you, Mr Won.”

Well, he didn’t have that on his eccentric billionaire bingo card tonight. “Uh.” He steps back, making space. “Then come in, I guess.”

#obiyukimadness24 #undercover as lovers #obiyuki #akagami no shirayukihime #snow white with the red hair #my fic #minimum distance #modern au #ans #listen once i realized there was no way to tell this fic from the beginning i really though i would never come back #but here i am #adding to obi's suffering #maybe one day i will get to write the kiss he can't forget about #OR MAYBE NOT #but i love his voice in this fic and i'm glad i got the chance to write it again ��

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tennessoui · 7 months

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woke up this morning and i was like huh how much of the story would it change if in playmaker au obi-wan wasn't an undercover detective but a journalist who goes undercover both to get a story and then also because his father, police chief, asks him to help because anakin would never see them putting a journalist on the case 👀

#playmaker au #this would be a for ao3 fic change of course #to make it oh so confusing for everyone #lol #but also mainly if obi-wan was an undercover journalist #there's an added layer of he already disappointed his dad by not being a detective #and also he accepts the undercover work because he wants to make qui-gon proud #but mainly then i could use the title: bury the lede #or #if it bleeds it leads #which are both just perfect imo

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mypromptlair · 2 years

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TCF Prompt 22

Crossover AU with Academy's Undercover Professor.

Kim Rok Soo's luck strikes him once again as he takes on the identity of one Cale Henituse as the newest professor at a prestigious magical academy. Aigoo...right when he finally got away from the Empire to try and finally live his slackers life.

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Alberu is the Headmaster of the Academy, Ron is his butler with Tasha as a guard or receptionist along with Hans.

Eruhaben, Mila, Beacrox, Amiru, Eric, Gilbert, Taylor, Cage and Bud are all fellow coworkers.

Choi Han, Rosalyn, Lock, and the rest are all students.

The Molans never met the original Cale.

KRS disease: he has meds for it, but he does get dizzy and coughs up blood. Eventually he does it in front of the others and they freak.

His "new" elemental magic are his ancient powers(which are known to be "lost" form of magic) while his main magic is record, etc. too many magical abilities for his body.

The kids are saved and taken in of course!

ARM is the mysterious new organization causing problems with magic and science.

OG Cale was undercover in the organization, working for GoD. His family knows about KRS taking on his identity(and adopt KRS). OG!Cale's allies are Cage and Bud.

The original Cale makes an eventual return as a much needed ally. Along with LSH and CJS(perhaps these 3 are off together causing chaos somewhere).

Cale and KRS look very much alike and could be considered twins/related. They do get along quite well, causing a lil too much chaos for Headmaster Crossman.

And of course: lots of misunderstandings!

ah, no hunters in this AU nor extra time travel, etc. (except for KRS reincarnating)

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betweenblackberrybranches · 1 year

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So i may or may not have made a new au on a whim but its slightly(actually probably more than only slightly) suggestive so i am not sure if you guys want to see it

It has potential for so many shenanigans tho

#i ramble #its... a thing #i woke up with the idea dont judge me if i show it please #its slightly inspired by lavenoons accidently undercover #thats a really good fic and au btw yall should read that

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bechloeislegit · 8 months

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A NEW CHAPTER IS UP!! ENJOY!

Chapters: 3/10 Fandom: Pitch Perfect (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Chloe Beale/Beca Mitchell Characters: Beca Mitchell, Chloe Beale, Aubrey Posen, Stacie Conrad, Jesse Swanson, Benji Applebaum, Cynthia-Rose Adams, Emily Junk, Katharine Junk (Pitch Perfect), Luke (Pitch Perfect), beca mitchell's father, Sheila Mitchell, Original Characters, Chicago Walp Additional Tags: Murder Mystery, Detectives, Drama with some hints of Fluff, Other Additional Tags May Be Added when needed Summary:

Beca Mitchell is a new detective with Barden, Georgia's 27th Precinct. On her first day on the job, she helps discover a possible serial killer when partnered with her best friend, Jesse Swanson, and Detective Chloe Beale. She is chosen to go undercover to help catch the killer.

#bechloe fic #beca mitchell #chloe beale #jesse swanson #detective au #Beca goes undercover as a hooker

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this-world-of-beautiful-monsters · 1 year

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Real talk, in my opinion Damian Wayne should have totally been the undercover member of the regime in Injustice Gods Among Us. It would have been in line with the undercover work he’s done in cases like with Deathstroke, Streets of Gotham, and DC Vs Vampires, and he’s better trained for infiltration than Luthor.

I’m sorry, but I’m sick of Luthor redemption arcs or reskinned versions of the same goddamn dance with Superman he’s been doing since the beginning of time. Maybe I want the recovering child soldier to be a stealth hero instead of bald Elon Musk. And maybe I’m tired of the “father vs son” routine with Bruce and Damian, because that’s also unbelievably old and worn out.

Damian deserves a chance to redeem himself for Nightwing’s Very Stupid Death and use the opportunity to help his father’s resistance, because, Teen Titans bullshit aside, it makes sense for him to understand that some villains do deserve and can earn redemption. He deserves a chance to wear Dick Grayson’s uniform with real pride as he undoes all of Superman’s attempts to manipulate him by proving he’s been working behind the scenes, if not straight from the beginning, then for a while at least.

I want Damian to be smart enough to not be killed by Superman and walk away from the end of Injustice with a chance to recover. I want him to get a chance to forgive and be forgiven by all the members of his family, not just Dick. I want him to be able to direct his attention towards healing the world after controlling it for so long. I want him to get a chance to truly reconnect with Athanasia and help her recover. I want him to maybe even help Kara when she gets to earth, because he knows a thing or two about the weight of legacy. Basically, I want a lot of things that Injustice never had the sense to give us.

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andydrysdalerogers · 2 months

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Undercover ~ Three ~ Coffee

Pairings: Jake Jensen and OFC Samantha Matthews

The Losers have made it back to their families and are out. Well, almost. A threat against the British crown needs to be handled and the CIA has tapped the Losers for one final mission. And they are sending in Jensen.

Jake Jensen hasn't been a civilian in years but now he's undercover to find out why his target is where he is and who he's after.

Enter Sam, someone who Jake doesn't expect and well, he didn't know he was looking for.

Can Jake handle his mission and falling in love? Especially when the truth leads to a bigger mission than expected?

*~* A Jake Jensen Story *~*

Author's note: this story continues after the events of the Losers. I may weave other characters into it but they are all minor. THE TAGLIST IS OPEN.

The playlist is available on Spotify.

cover photo by me! Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Warnings: angst, death, smut, and a bunch of stuff a can’t say because it gives away the plot!

Previous: Two ~ Sam

Story Masterlist // Main Masterlist

The next morning, Jake bounced on his heels at his desk, begging the clock to go faster. He had a date. Was it a date? Was it just bonding? Am I crazy? Jake’s mind began to swirl that he missed when his calendar went off, his 10AM appointment upon him.

“Yo, boss?” Fred pulled Jake out of his mind. “You gonna snooze that or something?”

“Shit, sorry.” Jake hit the keyboard and grabbed his mug. “Going for coffee.” He almost ran to the break room. He slowed down but before he entered, he took a deep breath. “You got this Jakey,” he told himself. He walked in and the room was empty. His shoulders sagged but he still went into the room to pour himself a cup. Maybe she forgot?

“Sorry,” he turned to see Sam there, this time in a black and white polka dot shirt and full black skirt. “Mike had me finish something before I could escape.”

“No, its fine.” Jake smiled at the natural beauty in front of him. “How do you take it?”

She tilted her head. “Excuse me?”

Jake stared at her. “Coffee! I mean, how do you take your coffee?” A faint tinge of pink graced his cheeks.

“Cream and two sugars.” She giggled. “Filter, I get it now.”

“Yeah, I don’t think about it sometimes.” He made the coffee and handed her the mug. “So, I noticed you have a very faint accent.”

“Oh, yeah, I was in England for the first few years before my mum and I moved to New York. She and my dad split, and she moved here. I was actually born here but moved right after and then back when I was about five.”

“Very cool. Do you have any siblings?”

“Older brother. From my dad’s first marriage. Tony. He’s 12 years older than I am.”

“And how old are you? I’m 29.” Sam looked at him curiously until he realized he just asked for a woman’s age. “Shit. Ok, I’m just gonna… yeah.” He turned to leave.

“Twenty-five.” He turned back. “I’m 25, well as of next month.” She smiled as if the question hadn’t bothered her.

Jake was stunned. Most women would have just rebuffed him and moved on. But not Sam. She understood him and for some odd reason, was interested. He didn’t know how to carry on the conversation. “So, any pets?”

“A cat, Bowie.” She took out her phone to show him a picture of a black cat.

“You know cats can make a thousand different sounds, but dogs can only make ten?” Jensen smiled. “Cats, not to be trusted.”

Sam let out peals of laughter which Jake thoroughly enjoyed. “That’s brilliant. No wonder I think Bowie is talking to me.” She looked at her watch. “Dammit. Break is over.”

“Walk you back?”

“Thank you.” The walked side by side until Jake got the courage to speak again. “I liked this. Coffee.”

“Me too. It’s nice to get to know someone.” Sam gave him a beautiful smile. He was just about say something else when he heard…

“Miss Matthews. Coffee break?”

Sam had her back to Mike’s office and grimaced. John Fitzpatrick was coming out of Mike’s office. She plastered what Jake could tell was a fake smile and turned around. “Mr. Fitzgerald, anything you or Mike needed?”

“No darling, thank you. Just checking in on a budgetary matter with Mike.” He finally noticed Jake. “Oh, Jake the IT manager.”

“Mr. Fitzpatrick,” Jake nodded to him. “Uh, Sam, I’ll talk to you later.” He turned on his heel and left, turning the corner out of sight. He stayed close to listen in.

“Well Mike, let me know if you have any questions on that discrepancy…”

“I’ll look into it. Thanks John. Sam, can you come in here please?”

Jake moved to quickly to look like he was going back to his desk when he saw John walk away, a smug look on his face. Jake knew he had about 30 seconds to install the Trojan horse from his computer to the accounting computer and start working through the files. He swiftly inserted the drive and navigated to the network to find the accounting dedicated server. He left his virus and backed out before the security team, well his own team, had detected him.

“Jensen is in,” he mumbled to himself. He took a sip of his coffee and put his hands behind his head. Step one of the mission was complete.

Jake put on his jacket and packed up his gear into his back pack when he heard a knock. He looked up to see Sam with her own jacket on and her bag in hand. “Walk you out?” she offered.

“That was my line. baby.”

Sam blushed at the nickname and smiled shyly at Jake. “Yes, yes it is.”

Jake grinned at her blush. “Walk you out?”

“Lead the way.”

They chatted down to the garage and before Sam could get into her car, Jake cleared his throat. “So, I was wondering, if, I mean, you don’t have to, but, maybe, if you want…”

“I would love to get a drink with you, Jake.” Sam’s eyes shone as Jake looked down at her.

“Good, I mean, yeah, so tomorrow?”

“Sure, I can meet you at the bar, Sara Lee’s at 7?”

“Yes absolutely. But I’ll still get coffee with you tomorrow, right?”

“Of course. Good night Jake.”

“Good night, Sam.” He opened the door for her. “Wait, the bar is really called Sara Lee’s?”

“Yep,” with a pop. “Because nobody does it like Sara Lee’s.” She shot him a wink and a smile and got in.

Jake smiled and watched as she drove off. “So that’s why you haven’t answered any text.”

Jake jumped in the air. “Jesus, Pooch don’t do that.”

Pooch laughed as the rest of the Losers approached. “We’re just checking in. The garage is secure?” Clay said.

“Yeah, I looped the camera for the next 20 minutes,” Jake said as he looked around. “I planted the Trojan horse through a back door and its been running to check for anything on Fitzgerald’s computer. We need a way to tap any personal computers or data pads he may have at home.”

“Have you made contact with him?”

“Yeah, we met in the break room. He’s a douche.” Jake sniffed.

“And the girl?” Clay studied his man. “Who is she?”

“Sam Matthews. Samantha. She’s the assistant for my VP, Mike Anderson.”

“Uh huh.” Pooch smirked. “She’s cute.”

“She’s beautiful,” Jake automatically responds and then turns beet red. “I mean…”

Clay laughs. “Nothing wrong with dating if it keeps up your cover. And she is beautiful.”

Jensen could feel himself being red all over when Aisha came up to him. “Just be yourself Jake. She already likes you, you don’t have to be over the top.”

“Thank Aisha.” Jake rubbed the back of his head. “I gotta go. I have dinner with my family. Friday?”

“Friday. Good work Jensen,” Clay patted his back.

Jake drove to his parents’ house, lost in thought. He was supposed to just be on a mission, get the bad guy, not meet the girl of his dreams. Sam is, for all intents and purposes, perfect. As he pulled into the driveway, he parked and leaned his head back, closing his eyes. All he could see was Sam. Her beautiful face, full, kissable lips. He sighed, wishing he could see her now. He could imagine, cupping her face, staring deep into those beautiful eyes before he leaned down and...

Knock, knock, knock.

Jake jumped as he looked out the window and saw his mom, Laura, right outside. He opened the door and climbed out. “Everything alright Jakey?”

“I’m fine Mom. Just tired.” He hugged her and put his arm around her, leading her back to the house. “How was your day?”

“Oh, good, Savvy called. Everyone is feeling better. They invited us to the house this weekend. Boston in the fall is just beautiful.”

“That’s great Ma.” Jake looked around. “Hey dad.”

Adam looked up from the TV. “Hey son.” His attention went back to the TV.

“Adam, turn that off, honestly. Your only child comes for dinner and that’s how you act?” Laura had her hands on her hip. Adam sighed as he turned it off and hauled himself off the couch to hug his son. “Dinner is about ready.”

“Whatcha making?” Jake sniffed the air.

“Pot roast and mash.”

Jake groaned with delight. “That is definitely something I missed Ma; your cooking.” He sat on his spot at the table, his father at his as his mother dished up the food. They ate in silence for a moment before Laura cleared her throat.

“So how is the new job going? Do you like it enough to stay around?”

Jake choked slightly. “Uh, yeah, I like it. I don’t know if I’ll stay yet.” He felt his ears get red which his father noticed.

“Who’s the girl?”

Jake really choked this time and Adam jumped up to clap him on the back. After a swallow of water, Jake turned to his dad. “How did…”

“You get red, just like I do when I talked about your mother in the beginning. So, who is she?”

Jake flushed. “Her name is Sam. Samantha. She is my boss’s assistant. She’s just…” he sighed… “amazing.”

Laura smiled. “Pretty?”

“Beautiful Ma, just beautiful. And she likes me too. Asked me to a drink down at Sara Lee’s.”

“Nobody does drinks like Sara Lee’s,” Adam said with a smirk. “Are you respectful?”

“Of course dad, just like you taught me. She’s got this long hair that’s kinda golden at the tips and these beautiful eyes. A really subtle accent, English, but she is just...” he blew out his breath, “amazing.”

“Aww, my baby boy has a crush on a girl.” Laura pinched his cheek and Jake jerked his head away.

“Ma! Seriously!”

Adam just laughed. The blush on his son’s cheek was enough to tell him that this girl was special.

Sam was reading in her living room when her phone rang. She picked it up and smiled. “Hi papa.”

“Hello my princess. How are you?”

“I’m good, just reading.” Sam smiled. “How are you?”

“I’m good princess. Just learning to be retired. Your brother is handling the job for the most part.”

“That’s good. I know Tony will be great.” Sam chewed her lip. Her father’s business was not something she liked to talk about. “So when are you coming to visit me?”

“Samantha, you know how hard it is for me to travel. It would be bringing unwanted attention.”

She frowned. “I know. I just thought I would ask.”

“How is your mother?” Having her father change topics was a sign.

“She’s good, dating a painter, I think. I haven’t spoken to her in a couple of days.”

“And you? Anyone special?”

Sam blushed. “Well, there is one guy...”

“Interesting.” She could hear a muffled voice in the background. “I’m sorry princess, I have to go. Just be careful please. You are still precious, remember that.”

“I know papa. I love you.”

“I love you. Talk later. Oh, and try to call your brother.”

“My brother hates me, remember?”

She heard her father sigh. “No, he doesn’t. He’s just upset at my actions. I speak to you later.”

“Yeah, ok. Bye papa.”

“Bye princess.”

Sam stared at her phone after she hung up. She and Anthony had a tumultuous relationship due to their father having an affair with her mother. To be fair, Anthony’s mother had died a couple of years prior but that didn’t stop Anthony from resenting Sam. She sighed and sent a message.

Sam: I still love you, big brother

After no response, she got ready for bed when her phone ding.

Jake: Sweet dreams princess

At that Sam smiled.

Sam: See you there

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snootlestheangel · 4 months

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When It Works, I’d love to know more

It's the GazAlex Undercover fic

Basically the theme is just the assignment seems "cursed" cause it seems like every other thing is going wrong, except Gaz and Alex make such an incredible duo they work around all the issues.

Over time it's just them being idiots falling in love and just mostly cute, if I'm being honest.

A lil snippet of when they both finally realize they're in love with each other

Gaz: We make a hell of a team

Alex: I don't know, all that bad luck comes from somewhere, don't ya think?

Gaz: Guess it's just the world trying to break something that works, yeah?

Alex: yeah I guess you're right

Yeah I don't know anything else. I kinda just threw up some more stuff during my lunch break

#gazalex #gazalex fic #gazalex undercover au #when it works #snootles's askbox #snootles answers

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lavenoon · 1 year

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Accidentally Undercover - Being a secret agent is a risk, and not a small one

But of course, the story doesn't end there:

It’s still rather early in the morning when his phone vibrates - twice, so not work. That’s something. Everything else can’t be too terribly urgent, so Sun takes his time buttoning up his vest. The matching jacket completes the look, and a glance towards the mirror proves it’s a good one. Perfect.

Now it’s time to see just who texted him - there aren’t too many options, really. Apart from various automated messages, the only one occasionally texting him would be -

You..

Hi Sun, sorry to ditch you for a while, I’ll be at the hospital for a couple days at least. Appendicitis - hurts like a bitch. If anything happens at home, if it’s not urgent I’ll handle it when I’m back. If it is urgent, you have my express permission to handle it however you see fit. Just don’t burn the house down.

Toodles,

And signed with your name. So the house being quieter than usual wasn’t just his imagination, or Moon’s, well… He’ll forgive the cursing, too, considering the circumstances. While they fortunately are exempt from ever experiencing appendicitis, they do know just how debilitating the pain can be. For a civilian at that! Maybe he doesn’t know what you work as exactly, but he doubts you encounter pain at your workplace. Hopes it, too.

He types a quick reply, wishing you a speedy recovery, and that he has the house handled - it’s in good condition, so really, a few days will be nothing.

Finally, Sun addresses the silent presence in his head with a thoughtful hum.

“I wonder if we should organize a get-well-soon basket. Should I ask what hospital they are staying at?”

‘...’

Of course it wouldn’t be that easy. But at past 8am Moon still isn’t in rest mode - if he insists on staying awake, he can suffer Sun making conversation.

“I know you two never personally met, but they are still your landlord, too!”

And still Moon remains silent, heavy tension settling in their head. Of course Sun knows what this is about. He may have gotten only a rather clipped rundown of last night’s events, but he knows why they would weigh on his counterpart.

“Or perhaps you are still worried about someone else?”

It’s not quite movement, trapped within their thoughts, but he finally feels Moon stir. Got him.

‘I’m not worried.’

Sun doesn’t even consider entertaining that notion. Just a little more…

“No, you’re just brooding so much the entire house feels like a nest. Someone missing his pet bird?”

There he is.

‘I am not brooding! I’m angry, because the idiot got hurt - they should have been more careful, they know better! They’ve been at this for so much longer than us, as they so kindly remind me almost nightly, and still -!’

Wordless frustration saturates him, and only the thought that it isn’t his keeps him from falling down the same rabbit hole of negativity Moon is currently residing in. As it is, Sun gives him the space, and after a moment the emotional wave ebbs away. Still lingering in the far corners of his awareness, but no longer threatening to overtake him, too.

‘... I’m angry at myself, too. I was right there, I saw, and I didn’t - I didn’t do anything. Just let them get hurt. I should have done something, anything. Pull them away, knock out the guy who literally took a stab at them, I don’t even know - something! And now I won’t even know what happened to them after I took them back to headquarters, because of these stupid secret identities, and I have to wait for them to come back, and… And that’s if they come back.’

And Moon wonders just why Sun doesn’t care much for this alleged rivalry - the care with which he speaks of Robin is palpable even under the most mundane circumstances. After all, there really isn’t a reason even Sun would need to know the history behind all their scars. (He is somewhat impressed - their little rival has racked up quite a record on their skin. But he has no doubt that this stab wound will join the list of “tried to kill them and failed”).

He sets in for a reply - but then Moon interrupts him, subdued.

‘They have to come back. They have to. This wasn’t supposed to happen.’

Sun rotates his faceplate with a click, then hums again.

“I’m sure they will be fine, and you can discuss sharing your secret identities during your next shared mission. Quite the intimacy, if I do say so myself ~”

He can feel Moon bristle, and squints happily. Got him.

‘Wha- We’re not sharing our identities! That’s against the rules and you know it!’

Continuing to hum, he pats down his pockets and looks around the room for the last of his necessary gadgets.

“Well, you’re the one complaining about the inconvenience. Would rather spend the nights at their bedside -”

‘Will you shut up!’

By now he’s laughing freely, glad to have distracted Moon from his own gloomy thoughts. Now he’ll at least be receptive for reassurance.

“You can always ask the higher ups to deliver a message for you, and who knows, maybe you’ll get one back. Or a gift basket! I’ll go buy some things for our dear landlord after my shift, I can wake you then, and you can pick some supplies for your little bird!”

Hard to keep a secret when you share a mind - Sun can feel him consider the suggestion, though his continued silence does its best to convince him otherwise. After a long moment, a sigh echoes through their head.

‘... Fine. But I need you to stop by the pet store, too, and buy some bird food.’

Sun chuckles, but doesn’t get to tease - Moon is in rest mode before he can get another word out. Amused, he shakes his head, leaving the house with still a few minutes to spare in his schedule, despite the delay.

Rivals, of course.

Y/N, high on painkillers while recovering from a stab wound, receiving two gift baskets: What.

#post let luce #my art #fnaf sb #fnaf sb au #fnaf moon #accidentally undercover #bites my own layout because the cut is perfectly in the middle and still I gotta have them underneath each other for the gradient #tw blood #cw blood #they are rivals not enemies I do want to emphasize that #Moon cares a lot more about Robin that they would assume; than he would assume for that matter #until it's put to the test #fighting tumblr to fix the broken look after I copypasted the drabble in #hope people have opted in for the community labels by now bc aaa #okay hitting post im done with the beta editor; FUCK the beta editor or whatevers messing up my drafts #my fic

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