NOT ANOTHER TEEN MOVIE

NOT ANOTHER TEEN MOVIE

pairing: isabel (bottoms) x fem!reader

word count: 1.5k

warnings: none unless you count intentional lowercase lol

summary: y/n finds a surprise guest after closing night of the musical.

“isabel!”

there could not have been worse timing. y/n was freshly out of the dressing room, her makeup hastily removed and skincare hastily done, leaving her with oddly shiny skin and remnants of mascara left under her eyes. she had already taken off her costume, leaving her in a pair of sweatpants and an oversized sweater. and there was isabel, looking perfect in a flowery dress and smelling like vanilla.

the two had met in fight club a few months prior, and it was safe to say that the events of the huntington game had brought everyone a little closer—y/n and isabel in particular. of course, isabel was still a popular cheerleader and y/n was still a semi unknown member of the drama department, but they smiled at each other in the hallway now, so…progress?

“hi,” isabel said with a little wave. y/n waved back, still a little stunned by her being there. before she could respond, though, isabel suddenly reached for something under her arm. “oh, uh, these are for you.”

she held out a small bouquet of yellow flowers, and y/n felt her face start to heat up. “oh wow, these are…beautiful,” she stuttered, taking them from her. she awkwardly held them up to their nose, smelling them. they smelled like flowers (duh), but there was the slightest hint of isabel's vanilla body spray. she decided in that moment that these flowers were going in a vase in her room and would be watered every damn day. she'd keep them alive if it killed her.

“i had no idea you could sing like that," isabel said, "if i could sing like you, i'd, like, do it all the time."

y/n laughed at that, her face flushing red. "thanks."

isabel opens her mouth to answer, but a guy walked by and hugged y/n, pressing a light kiss to her cheek. "we all good to leave for the party?" he asked. he was another cast member in the show—playing y/n's love interest.

"yeah, go ahead. i got everything set up earlier today."

the guy nodded and headed out with a small group of cast and crew. isabel saw people starting to trickle out and started to wonder if she should leave. "well, i guess i'll see you-"

"there's a cast party at my house, if you wanna join," y/n said quickly, before trying to casually add, "or whatever."

“isn’t that, like, a theater person thing?” isabel asked with a laugh.

“traditionally, yes, but it’s my house and i want you in it.”

isabel paused, considering the request. she didn't have anywhere to be tonight. if it were a couple months ago, she would've been hanging out with jeff at some lame party. she probably wouldn't even know that the school musical was mamma mia, or that y/n was playing sophie. she'd never be here. somehow that made her sad. "sure," she said eventually, "i'd love to."

y/n let out a breath (which she belatedly realized was a sigh of relief). "cool. i'll send you the address."

isabel nodded and the two parted ways. less than a minute later, isabel's phone dinged with a text from y/n, sending her her home address. she put it into maps and pulled out of the school parking lot, trying to ignore the way her hands were shaking on the wheel.

y/n thought she looked like an idiot, waiting by the door for her to show up. the party went into full swing as time progressed, with more people showing up. the pizza arrived, the drinks (soda) were flowing, and isabel was nowhere in sight. y/n was eventually about to give up and accept that isabel had decided not to show, when the door suddenly opened and there she was, looking around the foyer, entirely lost.

y/n tried to emerge from around the corner like she hadn't even known she was there. "oh, you made it!" she said, hoping to god she played that off semi-normal.

"yeah, sorry, i got lost," she laughed. "your house is really nice."

"thanks," y/n replied, "um, let me go check in with mark and i'll give you a tour."

without another word, y/n moved through the kitchen and went to the backyard, tapping mark roughly on the shoulder. "make sure no one breaks anything, i have to go do something."

mark glanced over and saw isabel standing at the door. a smirk formed on his face. "or do someone—"

y/n slapped his arm. "shut up!"

mark laughed and raised his hands in surrender. "i'll hold down the fort."

"thank you. jesus."

"have fun getting freaky with a cheerleader!"

y/n flashed him her middle finger and walked off, heading back to where isabel was standing. "alright, i've ensured the house won't be burned down in my absence. i'll give you the grand tour."

they weaved through the kitchen, the living room, the office, and headed upstairs. y/n narrated as they went (and narrated here means talking until she was out of breath, purely out of nerves, giving isabel zero time to get a single word in).

the last stop on the tour—the one y/n was dreading the most—was her room. she did a quick peek inside first to make sure nothing too compromising was on the floor (socks, underwear, etc.). after throwing a loose sweater in the closet, she invited isabel in, standing in front of her barely made bed like a kindergartener presenting their project.

isabel's eyes drifted to the picture frames on her desk from all her previous musical productions, starting from the time she was five years old. "you've been doing this for a while, huh?"

"pretty much my whole life. my parents put me into every sport imaginable, but those didn't really work out."

"i wish my mom had let me be in plays and stuff. she says all the girls who do theater end up pregnant by college," isabel replied dreamily. then. upon seeing y/n's face, clarified, "but i'm sure that won't be the case for you! my mom says weird stuff sometimes."

y/n laughed, making a mental note to stay away from isabel's mom. she sat down on her bed, watching as isabel floated throughout the room, looking at her posters and pictures, before finally she sat down next to her on the edge. y/n's heart sped up.

"it's really cool that you can get up on a stage and just...sing like that," isabel said. "i can't really sing very well."

"but i can't dance nearly as well as you."

"oh, come on, i saw you during...what was it? lay all your love on me?"

"if you consider crawling seductively on the floor to be dancing, then sure."

"well, you looked good doing it."

y/n's smile faltered ever so slightly at that. isabel was sitting so close she could feel the heat radiating off her, stray hairs tickling her arm. she looked over at her and was met with her piercing grey eyes. and in that instant she lost every inch of nerve she had, leaning in and kissing isabel softly.

and it was great, right up until isabel pushed her away with a schoked look on her face.

"how could you do that?!" isabel exclaimed.

y/n's heart plummeted into her stomach. oh god. oh god, i messed that up bad. "oh my god, i-i'm so sorry, i didn't mean-"

"you have a boyfriend!"

she froze. "what?"

"that guy from the show! the one that kissed you!"

y/n's brows furrowed. "mark?" she asked. isabel nodded and y/n shook her head. "no, no, mark is gay! we're just friends!"

"he is? i mean, you are?"

"yes!" y/n said, a relieved laugh escaping her lips.

"oh," isabel said, feeling slightly embarrased. "sorry. i didn't mean to scare you, i just...i hate cheaters, you know? 'cause of jeff, and all that..."

"yeah, of course, i totally understand," y/n replied. "i hate cheaters too. just, like, on principle."

isabel nods, and they stand in silence for a few moments. y/n focuses on trying to get her heartbeat down from its breakneck pace. that was almost a disaster. well, it basically was.

after a few minutes of silence, isabel speaks.

"so...did you want to kiss me again?"

y/n turned, eyes wide. "hm?"

"oh, sorry, never mind, i thought—"

"no, no i heard you, i just...do you want me to?"

isabel smiled sheepishly. "yeah."

y/n breathed in shakily. "okay," she nodded, before gently leaning in and kissing her again. this time, isabel didn't pull away. this time she pulled her in by the waist and kissed her through a smile.

mamma. fucking. mia.

update: i'm like on the verge of finishing it??? there's a very high chance it will be posted later tonight!!!

Hey!!! Where are you up to with The Chain? I don’t want to rush you at all, I’m just wondering - I love your writing <3

hi!! i am very aware that i am taking FOREVER on the last part, and for that i do sincerely apologize. after i post this i will be heading to work on that straight away. as of right now i have the bulk of it done, it's just a matter of filling in gaps and fluffing up some stuff. i do have a couple scenes i want to add it that i thought of rather belatedly, so those will take a bit of time. but it's coming, i promise promise promise! thank you for asking so kindly <3

little spencer reid drabble to get me out of a multi-month writing slump!!

warnings/tags: spencer reid x reader, established/secret relationship, swearing, r uses she/her pronouns

summary: after a situation out in the field leaves y/n temporarily blind, it becomes increasingly difficult to keep a secret.

"Here she is!"

Y/N could practically feel the hush that fell over the room as JJ wheeled her into the office. The thick bandage covering both eyes ensured that she couldn't very well see it. She did her best to give her most realistic Y/N smile to put them at ease. "Are you guys happy to see me or what? You're gonna have to tell me, cause if you didn't notice, I can't really see..."

She heard a few relieved laughs (thank god) and a mutter of "smartass" from Morgan. Suddenly she felt the comforting presence of Penelope beside her as she took one of her hands. "Can I hug you? I just wanna hug you."

Y/N laughed. "You can hug me, Garcia."

With only a little effort, Y/N stood from her wheelchair. Almost instantly she was engulfed by a classic Garcia hug—it was a little less frantic and intense than usual, but that, she assumed, was attributed to her current state of blindness.

Garcia pulled away and there was a moment of tense silence before her Disney princess-like voice asked, "Are you...is it permanent?"

"No," Y/N said with a shake of her head. "The surgery went really well and this is just the standard recovery process. I have weekly check-ups, but other than that, these bandages need to stay for at least a month."

"A month?" Derek repeated from somewhere on her left. "We're not gonna have you in the field for a month?"

"Oh relax, Derek. I'm sure you'll find somebody else to beat in arm wrestling for a bit."

There was a bit of uneasy laughter at that, but the reality was a bit too disheartening for anyone to really be genuine about it. Y/N hadn't taken more than a week off in her time with the BAU, and that was only due to an emergency. She'd be gone for longer than she'd ever been—and without her sight, no less.

"But who's going to take care of you?" Garcia said, sounding a bit like a worried grandmother. "You can't be alone at home all...blind! Do you have someone who can stay with you?"

Before Y/N can answer, Spencer's voice came from somewhere on her right. "I am."

There was another hush, and this time Y/N was almost glad that she couldn't see everyone's faces. She could hear her heart hammering in her chest. JJ was the first to speak following the announcement of this information. "Spence?"

"What? Her grandma can't make it into town and I've done extensive reading on the recovery process for this—"

"But you're just going to go back and forth between your apartment and hers for a month? Isn't that, like, an hour long drive?"

Spence didn't have a quick answer for that, so Y/N finally forced out the truth. "We live together."

Once again, silence. Emily spoke first. "What? Since when?"

"Three months and fourteen days ago," Spencer said. "But we've been together for seven months and eight days."

Now all Y/N could do was plaster on an innocent smile as she stared (hopefully) into space. "Surpriiiiiiiiise."

Then came the uproar. Penelope and JJ shouted questions at the same time, Rossi seemingly swore in Italian, Morgan muttered some kind of threat towards the both of them. Y/N found her head darting left and right as she tried to find some particular sound to focus on. A comforting hand rested on her shoulders and she recognized it instantly as Spencer. She put her hand atop his and waited out the colossal wave of shock and awe from the rest of the team.

"Hey, hey!" Y/N shouted to get their attention. They quieted down and she pursed her lips. "Look, I know you've all been suspecting it anyway—we're just confirming your suspicions! Not that we have much of a choice..."

"Seven months? You kept this from us for seven months!" Garcia exclaimed—not mad, just surprised. Maybe a bit exasperated.

Spencer let out a little laugh. "Hotch knew!"

Y/N practically felt it as all heads turned to Hotch, who just shrugged. "They wanted to keep it a secret."

And then, of course, the screaming was directed at Hotch, who willingly took the brunt of it and began to guide the outraged hoard of co-workers in a different direction. Y/N heard their voices diminish as they followed him towards the other side of the office. She blew out a large breath, laughing in relief. She let her head fall to her hands, running her fingers through her hair. “Should’ve expected that kind of reaction.”

“Why are they so surprised?” Spencer said. She could practically picture the confused knot between his brows. “Garcia and Morgan already had a bet that we were dating.”

“I think it was the whole ‘we’ve been living together for three months’ thing that really got them.”

“Hm. Possibly.”

Y/N looked over her shoulder, tilting her head back in the general direction of where Spencer stood. “Make me a coffee? I would do it myself, but, you know, I can’t see.”

She heard him laugh quietly and felt a little flutter in her stomach. She always felt that way when she made him laugh.

“How long are you going to use that excuse?” he said, already pushing her chair in the direction of the coffee station.

“As long as it applies,” she replied. “Or until I become Matt Murdock and have superhuman coffee-making abilities.”

“Matt Murdock has radar senses.”

“Still probably allows him to make his own coffee.”

They came to a stop and she heard Spencer shuffling around to make coffee.

“Hey,” she said, blindly stretching a hand out.

Within a second, Spencer’s hand found hers. “What do you need?”

She removed her hand away from his, searching all the way up his arm until she found his tie, pulling him in closer. Within an instant her lips caught his in a slightly off-kilter manner—she kissed the corner of his mouth, really. He adjusted quickly despite his surprise at the sudden action. His instincts told him to pull away, to reduce any risk that anyone saw, but there was nothing to hide anymore. So he kissed her back for a brief moment before breaking apart, a small smile on his face.

“What was that for?” he asked, their faces still inches apart.

Y/N just shrugged, a smile on her lips. “I just realized I could do that. So I did.”

He nodded. “Got it.”

She released his tie and let him get back to making coffee, not needing her sight to see the smile on his face.

new theme for my girl rain carradine! ʚɞ

Hey!!! Where are you up to with The Chain? I don’t want to rush you at all, I’m just wondering - I love your writing <3

hi!! i am very aware that i am taking FOREVER on the last part, and for that i do sincerely apologize. after i post this i will be heading to work on that straight away. as of right now i have the bulk of it done, it's just a matter of filling in gaps and fluffing up some stuff. i do have a couple scenes i want to add it that i thought of rather belatedly, so those will take a bit of time. but it's coming, i promise promise promise! thank you for asking so kindly <3

symptom of life | rain carradine

pairing: rain carradine x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of blood (that’s not actually there)

summary: in the middle of her journey to yvaga, rain discovers r’s cryopod has opened.

author’s note: I LOVE RAIN CARRADINE I LOVE RAIN CARRADINE I LOVE RAIN CARRADINE THAT’S ALL :) send me rain requests if you want! i’ll be writing about her either way lol also this was supposed to be smut but I changed it last minute LMAOO, lmk if that’s something you guys are interested in seeing!

The first breath felt like a splash of ice cold water.

She was bathed in light the moment her eyes opened—white light, the kind that seared your eyes like staring directly into the sun. Sun. Rain.

Her hands stretched out and found the cold, hard, top of the cryopod. All it took was a little push and, with a hiss, the door swung open. Warm air flooded in. Like a creature reborn from its mechanical pod, she slinked out of her chrysalis and left, leaving only the vague imprint of a body behind as proof she was ever there.

As for Rain, she was on edge the moment she heard clanking from somewhere in the ship. At the sound, her heart nearly leapt into her throat, her toothbrush frozen in midair. At once, her mind was flooded with horrible realities—another Xenomorph had made it onto the ship somehow and was now lying it wait to sink its teeth into her. A parasite had crawled into the ship and was waiting for the perfect moment to spring on her and do its dirty work. Either way, she was screwed. Even worse, so was Andy. So was Y/N. Rain’s heart clenched at the idea of the two of them, helpless, locked in cryopods, oblivious to the terror around them. Even worse, she could picture the moment they awoke to find Rain a cold corpse.

No. Quit that.

Abandoning her toothbrush, Rain crept into the hallway, her fingers itching for a gun or a stick or some kind of weapon. Anything, really. But no, she was on her own. She should be used to that by now. Slow step by slow step, she followed the direction of the clanking, every movement a cautious twitch. She willed her heart to slow, but nothing would help. Eventually she entered the wide room where Andy and Y/N’s pods sat. Except now, something had changed—one of them had opened. Her body went cold.

She practically threw herself across the room to the still closed cryopod, and found Andy’s peacefully sleeping face in beneath the glass window. She let out a breath.

“You’re okay, you’re okay,” she whispered in relief, both to herself and to him. She looked to the empty pod, half expecting to see a bloody mess where Y/N was lying. But she saw nothing of the sort. The pod was just…empty. As though she’d gotten up and walked out of her own accord.

At once, Rain’s head was on a violent swivel, searching the room for her. She dashed out of the room and down the opposite hallway, her breath coming hard and fast. She was here. She had to be.

“Y/N!” she shouted, her voice sounding starkly unlike her own. She turned corners and searched rooms quicker than she ever thought herself capable of.

After a few minutes she was worried she was going to run herself in circles. She walked and walked and walked, barely keeping track of where she'd been and where she was heading. She searched like a madman, scanning every corner for her. She’s in here, she kept repeating to herself. I just have to find her.

“Rain?”

She froze. The voice was soft, gentle, like the voice of someone who didn’t believe what they were seeing. It made her arms cold and her face heat up all at once. She turned, and there she was, standing at the end of the corridor, her left arm still wrapped in a thick bandage like it had been when Rain put her in that damn pod. The sight of her caused her chest to seize, her eyes to burn, and her heart to pound in her chest.

Y/N, on the other hand, picked up her bare feet and ran at Rain the moment she saw her.

It was less of a hug and more of a desperate attempt to hold on and never let go, their chests colliding with such force that the air was knocked out of both of them. Rain wrapped her arms around Y/N and squeezed, ignoring the burn in her arms and the tears that cropped up in her eyes. Y/N’s shoulders shook with tears that she didn’t know were coming, but in an instant they were there, tracing warm rivulets down her cheeks.

“Hey…” Rain whispered into her shoulder, her voice choked, “you’re okay, baby. You’re alright.”

“I didn’t know w-where you were,” Y/N sobbed. Her voice was muffled in Rain’s shoulder. “I-I thought—“

“I know, I know.”

Y/N pulled away, cradling Rain’s face in her hands. “Are you okay? Where are we going?”

“I’m okay,” Rain said, smoothing Y/N’s wild hair out of her face. “We’re heading for Yvaga.”

Y/N’s eyes widened at that. She sucked in a breath, almost afraid to ask, afraid to jinx it. “Yvaga?” She breathed. “We made it?”

At that, Rain’s face broke out into a small smile.

“Yeah. We did.”

They were heading towards Yvaga. After everything they went through, all the shit that they survived, they were finally getting what they wanted. They weren’t going back to Jackson’s Star, they didn’t have to worry about being forced to work until the day they both died. For once, they were going to see the sun.

Y/N leaned in, pressing her lips to Rain’s. She wasn’t sure how long she’d been in that pod—hours, days, months—but it’d been too long since she’d been able to feel like this.

Rain kissed her hard, grappling onto her waist like she’d lose her if she let go. She pulled away from the kiss, leaning her forehead against Y/N’s, her breath coming hard and fast.

“I love you,” she breathed, “so fucking much.”

Y/N felt tears sting her eyes—not the ones of fear and loss that she’d been used to lately. Real fucking tears. Happy ones.

“I love you too.”