#spalex

[smosh-potato]

NO WAYYY!

ALEX TRAN NATION RISE UP‼️

[smosh-potatoes]

What's a proper shipper name for Spencer & Alex?

Alexcer?

Spalex?

Alspen?

....Spencex?

[whiskeythefishski]

FICLET REQUEST ✨

spencer and alex domestic bliss (bc they are games mom and dad) working late after a shoot day then they make out on the games stage teehee :3

ily and congrats on 250 kudos 💘

EEEEEEEEEE!!! OKAY I'M SO EXCITED ABOUT THIS ONE! ABSOLUTELY went wildly overboard and wrote essentially a one-shot, but that's okay. HUGE shoutout to Del not only for submitting this request, but also helping me pick a name for this piece! I hope it's everything you imagined it would be :)

All My Dreamin' (Is Only Put to Shame)

Spalex - 2319 words - Rated T

"What a fuckin' shoot, huh?" 

Spencer grins through a yawn, shaking his head as he works to sweep little plastic locks into a Ziploc bag. "God, you can say that again."

Alex chuckles, but Spencer feels his gaze linger on him as he turns away. Alex regards him with concern, noting the slump to his shoulders and the bags beneath his eyes. 

"Hey, you okay?" he asks. 

"Yeah, yeah!" Spencer says, blinking. "Sorry, just kinda tired. As fun as that game was to watch, I think it wiped me out."

"I feel that. I'm probably gonna pass out as soon as I get home," Alex laughs. "Thank god it's the end of the day, right?"

"Yeah," Spencer agrees. 

It's just the two of them cleaning up Tiny Laser Heist pieces at the end of a Friday shoot block, and the set feels oddly quiet without its usual production buzz. The gray couch looms in Spencer's periphery like a devil looking to make a bargain. God, he's really feeling that end-of-week exhaustion in his bones. It would be so nice to sink into those cushions and veg the fuck out right about now. 

"Spence! Yo!"

Alex waves a hand in front of Spencer's face, pulling him back into the moment. "Seriously, dude, are you good?" 

"Yeah, sorry. Sorry, man." Spencer shakes his head to clear it, readjusts his grip on the bag of game pieces before it slips to the floor. He looks up to find Alex frowning, gaze hopping from Spencer to the couch to the table and back like he's solving a puzzle.

"Hey man," Alex says gently, placing his handful of plastic grabby-hands down. "Why don't we take a break?"

"A break?" Spencer asks, incredulous. "We're done shooting, we're practically about to head home. What do you mean, a break?"

"I mean, you look like you're about to topple over," Alex chides. "Seriously, you're like dead on your fuckin' feet, man. Let's take fifteen. It's not like there's anyone around to argue, if anyone even would."

"I—" Spencer opens his mouth to protest, but his already waning resolve quickly crumbles against Alex's expectant-teacher face. 

"Fine," he sighs, setting down the bag. "Fifteen minutes, no more."

Alex grins, that real genuine grin where he shows off almost his whole top row of teeth and his eyes crinkle up. Spencer loves that grin. 

"Good," Alex says, coming around the table. He puts a hand on Spencer's back, half-guiding, half-pushing him over towards the couch, and smiles again, satisfied, when Spencer sits. "Get comfy. I'll be over in a sec."

"Whatever you say, dude," Spencer yawns, eyelids already drooping.

He manages to hang on a few minutes longer—long enough for Alex to fish out a fluffy blanket and two ice-cold Yerba Mates. He nestles in beside Spencer, tucking the blanket over both of their laps. The pleasant warmth of having someone beside him feels extra nice when he's this beat.

It's not long after, barely five minutes into whatever YouTube video Alex puts on, that sleep finally takes him.

-

When Spencer wakes, there's an odd weight on his shoulder. He shifts a little, disoriented, only to realize what it is: Alex's head, pillowed on Spencer's collarbone. Seems he must have dozed off as well. Spencer checks his watch with bleary eyes, quietly groaning when he realizes they've been out for nearly an hour. 

He reaches to rouse Alex and—stops.

Alex is easygoing enough awake, but asleep he looks as peaceful as a fawn in a flower field. Little wisps of hair slip from his ponytail to frame his face, unmarred by furrowed brows or wide smiles. It's just serene. He's got an arm thrown halfway over one of Spencer's thighs, fingers gently fisted in the fleece blanket. Spencer never really noticed how long Alex's fingers were, or how nicely his purple nail polish looked against his tan skin.

He reaches gently over with his right hand (the left pinned half-asleep beneath Alex's torso) and brushes a stray lock behind Alex's ear. The other man stirs but doesn't wake, nuzzling further into the gray fabric of Spencer's hoodie. He exhales softly through gently parted petal-pink lips, and Spencer's heart flutters.

He sits there for longer than he means to, just… looking. Taking in the way that Alex's chest crests and falls like the waves of a calm sea, the way his eyes dance beneath their lids as he dreams. He wonders, fingertips still in Alex's hair, what the other man is dreaming about.

Eventually though, he starts to feel like a creep—like Edward watching Bella in Twilight or something. So as much as he hates to disturb the scene before him, he reaches down and gently shakes Alex’s shoulder.

“Hey, bud, hey,” he says softly. “Yo, Alex. Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey.”

“Hmphf,” Alex mumbles, rolling his head back so it rests on Spencer’s shoulder, chin in the air. “Go away, Mom, five more minutes.”

Spencer chuckles. “Sorry, no-can-do. You’re gonna miss your bus.”

Alex squints grumpily against the light of the soundstage, looking strangely reminiscent of Spencer's cat when she wakes up from a nap in his freshly dried laundry. There’s something adorable about it. Something that makes his heart sing.

Before Spencer realizes what he’s done, he’s dipped down and pressed his lips gently to Alex’s forehead. 

They both freeze, eyes locked across a distance of mere inches.  Alex looks flabbergasted, his unruly hair making him look even more like a mad scientist’s harried assistant. Spencer gapes like a fish, trying to summon an apology that's too tangled in his vocal cords to appear. He can’t move, can’t talk, can’t do anything but panic at the misstep and hope he can grovel enough to salvage this friendship down the line. 

“…am I awake?” Alex asks after a silent century.

Spencer nods, shame-faced. “Yeah. I’m so sorry, Alex. I’m still waking up, my brain’s still all foggy—”

“Bet,” Alex says, tilting his head like a curious animal. “You missed, then.”

Spencer blinks once, twice. “What?”

“You missed,” Alex repeats, then closes the distance.

Spencer startles at the first brush of Alex’s lips against his, jerking his head back against the couch. But Alex pursues him, kissing him like the sunrise kisses the clouds at dawn, warm and soft and slow, and for the life of him Spencer can't bring himself to push him away.

“Let me know if you want me to stop,” Alex says sleepily. He smiles when no time-out is called and brings his purple-painted fingers up to cup Spencer’s cheek, stroking the flushed apple of it with the pad of his thumb. The next kiss is just as languid as the first, but Spencer feels Alex flick his tongue across his bottom lip, sighing contentedly when Spencer opens to him.

Alex lounges with his eyes closed and his head back, exploring Spencer’s mouth with his tongue like they’ve got all the time in the world. He moves his hand into the sleep-flattened curls on the side of Spencer’s head, nails gently scratching at his scalp, and hums happily at the little groan that slips from Spencer’s mouth. Spencer’s hands twitch where they’re fisted in the blanket, his desperation to reach and hold and feel stopped fast by the lack of verbal direction.

Lucky for him, Alex is an excellent director.

“Take my hair down,” he murmurs. Spencer surges to obey, disentangling the checkered hair tie from his tresses as gently as he can. Alex’s caramel hair tumbles down his back, and Spencer runs a tentative hand through it. It’s the softest fucking thing he’s ever felt.

“How do you feel about a new angle?” Alex asks, pulling back. “My neck is starting to cramp.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatev—whatever you want,” Spencer stammers, hypnotized. 

Alex smirks. He slides off of the couch to his feet, interlocking his fingers and stretching his arms up as he rolls his neck a little. Spencer’s eyes drift traitorously down to the flat plane of tanned skin where the other man’s shirt rides up, but he snaps his vision back to Alex's face almost immediately. 

Alex notices though. Alex notices everything. It’s why he’s Spencer’s second-in-command in the first place. His ability to sense the slightest change of mood or energy in a room, to sculpt an incoherent mess of a shoot into something incredible, it’s the whole reason Spencer wanted him directing. Some days, he wonders if their roles should be reversed—if Alex should be the one in charge.

Alex smiles when he sees Spencer snatch his wandering eyes up, sly and hungry like a cat with a cornered mouse. He moves slowly, dragging the blanket onto the floor before he approaches, a panther stalking through the jungle, and plants a knee on either side of Spencer's thighs. Spencer sucks a breath in as Alex settles in his lap, but Alex isn’t finished; he reaches for his hands, moving them under the hem of his baggy rugby shirt to rest on the warm skin of his waist, pinkies brushing the top of his jeans. 

“That’s better,” Alex purrs, pressing a chaste kiss to Spencer’s cheek. 

“I’m glad,” Spencer mumbles. 

“I bet you are.” 

Despite the constant humming of the A/C, Spencer feels like he might be contracting heatstroke. Alex pries his lips apart with his teeth this time, biting as he tangles his hands in Spencer’s curls. His own curtain of tea tree-scented locks falls loosely around their faces, shielding them from the harsh fluorescent lights. Spencer whines when Alex sucks on his tongue, the other man’s beard a pleasant scratchy feeling against his cheeks. He runs his hands up and down Alex’s sides, relishing the way Alex kisses him harder at the touch.

“You’re really pretty,” Spencer says when they pause to breathe, looking up at Alex in bashful awe.

“You’re pretty gay,” Alex laughs, but he preens at the compliment anyway. It makes Spencer smile. He feels a little of his usual unearned confidence bubble up again as he drinks in the sight of Alex, messy-haired with pink lips shining, blushing in his lap.

“For real,” Spencer says. He traces up Alex’s side again, letting him feel the edge of his nails this time, and marvels at the way he shivers. “Prettiest fuckin’ thing I ever seen.”

“Shut up,” Alex says.

"I think you mean 'quiet on set.'" 

"No, I mean shut your fucking mouth," Alex laughs. He looks so good like this, arms tossed over Spencer's shoulders, hair diffusing light until he's glowing gold.

It's Spencer who initiates this time, extricating a hand from beneath Alex's shirt to guide him back down by the chin. Those purple-polished fingers find their way to Spencer's hoodie strings, grabbing and pulling him up to meet messily in the middle. Alex hums again as Spencer nips at his lower lip, and the sound makes Spencer's heart race somehow even faster. 

Devastatingly though, every bubble has to pop. 

Spencer's phone suddenly shrieks to life in his back pocket, vibrations thundering through the couch cushions. Alex yelps in surprise, releasing the hoodie strings and nearly crashing to the floor; by some miracle, Spencer manages to catch him.

"Jesus Christ," says Alex, clutching his chest like an old lady.

"Are you okay?" Spencer asks. He gently rolls so they're each laying on their sides, eyelines locked as they catch their breath.

"I'm good, dude. Are you gonna get that?" he gestures towards the phone, still yowling for attention like an unfed cat. Spencer pulls it from his pocket and swears when he sees the Caller ID.

"Fuck, it's Kiana. I was supposed to get dinner with her after work." He swipes the call open and tries not to sound too flustered. "Hey, Ki! Sorry, running late."

"Okay, sounds—wait, why are you out of breath?"

"Just, um, just—" he stammers for an explanation as Alex watches, bemused, straightening his clothes and tying his hair back up out of his face.

"I'm just teasing you, Spencer, you're fine. Will you be here soon?" 

"Yeah. Fifteen tops," Spencer answers. "Oh, Kiana, would you, um. Would you mind if Alex maybe joined us?"

"Works for me, as long as both of your dork asses are here soon."

"We will be. Thanks, Ki. Love you."

"Love you too," she sighs, clearly stifling a laugh.

Alex stares at him as he pockets his phone, head tilted curiously again. Spencer cards a hand through his hair, trying to make it a touch more presentable. He plays with the string of his hoodie as he squirms under Alex's gaze; the fabric is still warm from the other man's touch.

"We're getting Chili's," he offers. "Um, would you maybe want to come?"

Alex's face is soft with something like hope; the expression pricks at Spencer's heart, and words flow out before he can plug up the leak. 

"Maybe if you're feeling up to it after, we could… I don't know. Pick up where we left off here? I don't… I don't think I want this to stay, like, a daydream."

Clouds part as Alex flashes him a dawnburst grin. 

"I'd really like that," he says. 

"Cool," Spencer says, praying the relief in his voice isn't too evident. "Let's finish cleaning up, then. If I'm any later I think Kiana might skin me alive."

They move quickly, though Spencer spends a decent chunk of time trying not to blush when his fingers brush Alex's in the Tiny Laser Heist box. In no time, the game is packed away, soundstage lights off, personal effects gathered as they head for the parking lot. 

"Mind if I bum a ride?" Alex asks. 

"Literally never," Spencer answers.

As they settle in the car, Alex laces his fingers with Spencer's and squeezes. 

"You know," Spencer says. "You were right about taking that break. I feel a lot better now."

"I bet you do," Alex smiles. "I bet you do."

[jbdforspence]

Spalex 😍

(Was this photo in the shoot or new???)

[stonerbabiie]

[lilac-hecox]

ok idea for Handjob/Fingering/Voyeurism as you described: spencer, alex tran and tommy. Perhaps tommy pining for spencer and catch them both doing it, perhaps alex is the one who catches spommy, idk up to you?

OMG, I LOVE ME SOME ANGST AND SEX!!!!! AHHHH!!! Plus, angst, Tommy??? Oh my goooood.

[spenceralexdutton]

Title: King of Hearts

Pairing: Spencer Dutton x Alexandra [Dutton]

Rating: M (this might change)

Setting: AU

Disclaimer: I do not own the Yellowstone characters!

The summary and plot are TBD, because this just came to me and I had to get it out of my head. I think you’ll get a good feel for what’s going on when you read but IF you need to be baited, which who doesn’t haha, Spencer is a bull rider (amongst other talents) and Alexandra is… well THAT I’m going to leave up to your imaginations for now! Likes, comments and reblogs not required but do help inspiration 💕I can already see them rolling around in the bed of his stock trailer living quarters but we have to get their first 👀

I do not currently have an alpha or beta reader so any typos are my own and I’ll do my best to catch them 🫡

Chapter 1

The paint horse stomped restlessly next to the cowboy. She knew her job and it was almost time. Her cowboy, on the other hand, was still brutishly nursing his shoulder from the fall he’d just taken off Silver King, the Charbray bull he couldn’t seem to stay on for more than five seconds.

The arena was packed, one of the more popular rodeos he’d ridden at. He was far from Montana, thankful for the four horse stock trailer he called home and the 1998 Dodge Ram dually that had gotten him here. He’d been following that bull since Wyoming. And he’d continue to, until he made those eight seconds count.

A group of giggling women made their way toward him and he sighed. Spencer Dutton didn’t have time for chatting or flirting - he had to get it together for calf roping, his mare telling him to hurry it up as she pranced in place. He was trying, Lord was he trying. But his fucking shoulder —

“I hear you’re the cowboy who has stayed on Silver King the longest.” A female English accent interrupted his thoughts. It was soft, airy and had a slight laughing arrogance to it.

“That so?” He replied gruffly, dropping the Biofreeze into his duffle before buttoning up his shirt, fighting the wince of pain. Spectators weren’t usually allowed back here. Maybe she was a VIP or owned one of the horses… he didn’t trouble himself with the thought too long.

“Yes,” she carried on, sidling up to him, hands behind her back. He gave her what was intended to be a brief glance but lasted a moment or two longer than it should have.

She had bouncing blonde curls that settled against her shoulders in a whimsical style. Her blue eyes danced before him, like she knew a secret he didn’t. “Rumor has it over 50 riders have tried and yet you’re leading in time.”

The mare stomped as he secured his worn leather gloves, regarding her wearily. “You write for a newspaper?”

“Sorry?” She cocked her head with question.

“Is this an interview or…?” He clarified, untying to mare from the pen rail.

“Oh! No, sir, it is not. Just had to come meet the cowboy who continues to try to beat the bull Rodeo Daily calls a maneater.”

That made him snort. He hadn’t heard Silver King called that yet.

“That’s what they’re calling him now huh?”

“It is. And you’re the hunter. Set out to bring him down.” She said it with such a way of excitement, like she’d read that off a movie title line.

He could feel his expression morph into some mix of amusement and boredom as he soothed Katy, the paint, with a gentle hand to her neck. “You believe everything you hear?”

“Only when I want it to be true.”

“And why would you want that to be true?”

“For the romance of it.”

“There’s no romance in this,” he replied, adjusting his hat out of discomfort. Who was she? Where did she come from? Why was she asking such… deep questions? Maybe she’d had too many drinks…

Her steady, passionate eye contact told him otherwise.

“Then why do you do it? Why put yourself in such a dangerous position constantly?”

He held her gaze. “Because dying is the most alive you’ll ever feel.”

It was like he’d lit up something inside her soul, something she’d long hid. Her eyes widen, almost mischievously as she leaned in closer. His heart beat slightly faster as he searched her eyes for some understanding of this interaction. “You don’t see the romance in that?”

He felt something within shift. Something inside of him went toward her like a dowsing rod searching for water. It was in her gaze, in her expression… he was drawn to her. And her gaze matched his, setting his long destroyed soul ablaze.

Before he could say anymore, the group of women he had heard before were surrounding her, laughing and carrying on in the way spectators always did. But he didn’t see them.

Spencer only saw her.

“Come on Alexandra, Arthur is waiting for us in the box..” one of the women said, pulling at the blonde’s arm. She let herself be pulled, but it was reluctant.

Neither spoke as she was pulled away and he was only brought back to the present when Katy stepped sideways, pushing herself into his side. He let himself be pulled back to reality as he pushed her lightly back. “Yeah yeah, I hear you, let’s go,” he pulled down one of the split reins to lead her toward the arena. His eyes lingered back toward the woman, Alexandra, though. She was gone, the sound of her friends only barely lingering in the air. But she stayed on his mind for moments longer, the question of who she was and what had just happened something that would stick with him for a while.

[thjslove]

[symphonicsoldier]

[immortalpramheda]

They could have given Spencer's twin any name starting with A but they gave her the name of Spencer's first boyfriend??

[findingtemperance]

How do you have sex with someone twice and not immediately realize it's not them

[never-a-tale-of-more-poe]

CHAPTER 7: In with the New

tw: sexual content, anger

Note: Guys, if you like the surprise in this chapter and would like more of it, please let me know and I will be happy to include more in future chapters. I hope you guys like this!

Also, as I mentioned before, since I decided to add this in I had to omit some of the things I had previously planned to include in this chapter. If something you thought would be in this chapter is now absent, please message me with what and I will be sure to include it. (i.e., any requests/questions I didn’t answer, etc.

I really appreciate each and every one of you, and this is was sort of my way of thanking you guys for being so kind and supportive to and of me.

Enjoy!

P.S. The surprise included in this chapter will not be in the chapters posted on FF.net/Ao3. 

 There were one thousand, six hundred, and forty-eight little air holes in Spencer’s cell. She’d counted every single one. It was the only thing that helped keep her mind off of everything that was going on. Spencer wasn’t even sure what was going on.

Though she did know this: she was locked underground, in a tiny cell no bigger than the average bedroom, her former high school teacher occupied the cell across from her, and her twin was running around Rosewood as her, probably setting mailboxes on fire or something.

Spencer had been positive that her friends would notice – that there would be something that didn’t seem quite right – but it seemed less likely as more time passed. Alex was her identical twin – everything about their physical appearance was identical. It was such a mind-fuck that Spencer half-expected to be ambushed with cameras and told it was a not-so-hilarious joke. But that was even less likely than her friends noticing that the Spencer they were with wasn’t actually Spencer.

And Toby helping Alex was the icing on the putrid cake she’d been force-fed. He had explained to Spencer that he knew about Alex a long time ago, but had vowed never to say anything to anyone. He wouldn’t reveal why he was helping Alex, or what he was getting in return, but apparently Toby and Wren were pretty good friends. What was more was that Toby had promised Spencer that he wouldn’t hurt her. And he hadn’t.

Ezra, though, was a different story. All Toby would say about Ezra was that Alex had “special plans” for him. He did not elaborate on what those plans were and when Ezra had cursed at him, Toby had turned off the lights to his cell and shut the first set of doors. Ezra had stayed in his silent, dark cell for over an hour, while Toby had (presumably) gone upstairs.

When Toby had finally opened the steel doors and turned on the light, Ezra was on his bed, simply staring at the wall. From that point on, Spencer and Ezra barely saw Toby except when he brought them food and water.

By the time they had eaten their second meal, Spencer really had to use the bathroom, but she was too scared to ask Toby to let her out. Instead she looked Toby dead in the eye and asked for a bucket. Not only did Toby comply, albeit reluctantly, but he brought her toilet paper and a small pack of sanitizing wipes.

When Ezra had asked for his own bucket, Toby had initially refused, but Spencer managed to talk him into it. Ezra was an asshole, but he shouldn’t have to use the bathroom in a bucket. He was still human, though in the lowest meaning of the word.

Later that night, when Alex still hadn’t returned, Toby told her to get some sleep; Alex would be back tomorrow. Needless to say Spencer didn’t sleep well. She tossed and turned, mumbling in her sleep. She only knew it was morning when Toby came down with toast, jelly and little milk cartons.

The only thing she could do was wait. Alex had to come back soon, right?

“Oh, my God,” Alison groaned.

“What?” Emily glanced up from the book she was reading.

“These kids are killing me,” Alison rubbed her eyes and sat back in the armchair she’d occupied for the past hour.

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic.” Emily said, rolling her eyes. “Their essays can’t be that bad.” She was stretched out comfortably on the couch, reading Rubyfruit Jungle.

“Most of them are pretty well-written, but there are a few handfuls that are just…yikes.” Alison frowned, chewing on the end of her pen. “I can guarantee you half of these kids didn’t read the book and just used Wikipedia.”

“Ali, you used to do that,” Emily giggled. “Remember when we had to read Animal Farm in eighth-grade and you watched the movie instead, and wrote your report based off the movie?”

Alison made a face. “God, I hated that book. It was so boring.”

“So your kids probably felt the same way about what they read,” Emily pointed out. “What did they have to read, anyway?”

“Guess.” Alison smirked.

“I don’t want to guess,” Emily sighed. “Just tell me.”

“Just guess!” Alison said. “Come on.”

“Fine,” Emily grumbled. “Uh… The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn?”

“Nope,” Alison answered.

“The Scarlett Letter?” Emily guessed.

“Nah. Try again, babe,” Alison said.

“Crime and Punishment?”

“No.”

“Oh, come on, Ali!” Emily sighed, running a hand through her hair. “I give up. Just tell me.”

“The Crucible,” Alison said.

“Ooh, that’s a good one!” Emily nodded.

“Yeah,” Alison agreed. “And it’s not even a lengthy novel, so I don’t see why it was so difficult to read.”

Emily giggled.

“What?” Alison’s eyes narrowed.

“You sound like a stuffy old teacher,” Emily teased.

Alison picked up a pillow and threw it at her. “Oh, go back to reading your own book! I have to finish grading these papers.”

Emily stuck out her tongue, but turned back to her novel anyway. She had only been reading for about ten minutes when Alison gasped.

“That little brat!”

“What now?” Emily didn’t look up from her book this time.

“Addison,” Alison spat through her teeth.

“What’d she do, forget to cite her sources or something?” Emily joked.

“No,” Alison seethed.

Emily set her book down. Alison sounded pissed, and something told her it wasn’t because of half-assed schoolwork. She got up from her spot on the couch and walked over. “What? What is it?”

Alison thrust Addison’s paper at Emily. She was so mad her hands were starting to shake.

Emily quickly scanned the paper in front of her. Her mouth fell open and she absentmindedly perched on the arm of the couch, her arm reflexively going around Alison’s shoulders.

“Ali…” Emily didn’t really know what else to say. “What are you going to do?”

“I am going to destroy her. If she thinks she can get away with –”

But she was cutoff mid-rant by her phone’s text alert tone that sounded like an old-fashioned doorbell. She swiped her phone off the coffee table and opened the message. Her phone slipped from her hands and she scrambled to pick it up.

“WHAT THE FUCK, JASON?” Alison shouted.

“What? Are the girls hurt?!” Emily asked, alarmed.

“Look!” Alison groaned. She shoved her phone in Emily’s face. “I will kill him.”

Emily set Addison’s paper aside and glanced down at Alison’s phone. On it was of Lily and Grace in matching mint-green bonnets and new onesies.

I MUSTACHE ASK YOU A QUESTION, read one And

BUT I SHALL SHAVE IT FOR LATER, the other Of course a couple of silly onesies weren’t what made the two women so upset. What made them upset were the tiny, gold Eiffel Tower earrings in one of their daughter’s ears, and the silver snow globes in the other.

Hanna fully intended on shopping. She needed to spoil herself after her breakup with Caleb, and the worst hangover of her life that subsequently followed earlier this morning.

She had noticed a pair of Marc Jacobs heels on sale that were to die for, and had every intention of purchasing them. But it was kind of hard to focus on shoes when she had her back against the wall of a stuffy dressing room with Mona’s fingers deep inside her.

It was like something out of a goddamn Lifetime movie. The Hastings’ house was impeccably clean. The carpet looked freshly shampooed, the kitchen floor was freshly waxed, and even the damn drapes looked spotless. There was a kettle of tea on the stove, a plate of fresh-baked macaroons on the island table, and the air smelled heavenly; like fresh laundry and lavender. Peter was dressed in dark blue jeans and a plan blue T-shirt, while Veronica looked more sophisticated in black dress pants and a black blazer. It was almost eerie how put-together everything was.

Alex followed Spencer’s parents into the living room and took a seat on the couch.

“What did you want to talk about? Is everything going well at the firm?” Veronica asked, concerned, as she settled down in an armchair across from her, while Peter sat in the other chair. “Is it Mary?” Peter’s voice was taut and sharp, almost unnerving. “Yes, the firm is fine. No, it isn’t about Mary,” Alex answered, with a roll of her eyes. “I want to talk about…well, about us.” “Us?” Peter and Veronica echoed in unison. Alex paused. She wanted to ask why they never knew about her. How could that be possible? Would they have kept her, had they known? But she couldn’t. Not yet, anyway. “Why did you keep this a secret from me for so long?” Alex finally asked. “Were you….ashamed?” “No!” Veronica gasped. “We could never be ashamed of you, sweetheart. It was very complicated. Mary –”

“ – Is very unwell,” Peter cut in. “She’s sick, Spencer. We thought it would be best if you didn’t know.” “I know I am not your birth mother, honey, but I am still your mother.” Veronica sounded like she was going to start crying. Alex frowned. “Don’t cry,” she whispered. “I….” She swallowed. Suddenly she wasn’t sure what to say. What could she say without blowing everything?

“I’m going to go up to my room,” Alex said slowly, rising to her feet. “ “I’m staying with Aria for a few days,” she added, as she ascended up the stairs to Spencer’s room. “In light of…well, you know. She needs me.” “Alright,” Veronica said. “Send our regards,” Peter added. “Poor girl…” “Yeah,” Alex murmured. She hurried up the stairs, too afraid of what she would say if she stayed a moment longer. Inside her sister’s room, Alex sort of…felt at home. It was a comfortable feeling, even though the room wasn’t hers. It certainly not how she’d decorate anyway. 

Spencer had trophies lined against various shelves on the bookshelf against the far wall. A collection of awards and ribbons for “first-place” this and first-place that lined the walls of her room and stretched all the way around, from one end of the doorframe to the other. Alex walked through Spencer’s room, into her closet and pulled out a large suitcase. She went through the closest and through Spencer’s dressers, haphazardly throwing clothes into it. Then she went into Spencer’s bathroom and grabbed her toothbrush, toothpaste, body wash and other bathroom necessities. She stuffed Spencer’s pillows into her room, along with the comforter. As she turned to walk away from the bed, she caught of a frame photo on Spencer’s bedside table. She set down the suitcase and picked up the photo frame. Nestled inside was a picture of Aria and Spencer. Their arms were around each other’s necks, their heads thrown back in laughter. Aria’s smile was so big it reached her ears. It made Alex’s stomach churn uncomfortably, and she didn’t even realize she’d thrown the frame until it shattered against the wall opposite the bed. The sound was loud, and Alex tensed, waiting for Peter and Veronica to come running. But nothing happened. Alex exhaled loudly. She shut her eyes and rubbed her temples, much like the way Spencer herself did.

“Goddammit!” Alex grumbled. She snatched up Spencer’s suitcase and pulled on the handle. She shut off the light and exited Spencer’s room, without bothering to clean up the glass from the now-broken frame. When she made her way back downstairs, Veronica was gone, but Peter – her father – was reading a newspaper. For some reason the sight made Alex smile. Who the hell still read newspapers? Alex cleared her throat. “D-Dad?” Peter glanced up over the top of his newspaper. “Are you alright?” He set his paper down and motioned Spencer over. “You look pale. Maybe you should stay home.” Alex shook her head. “I’m fine,” she said, her voice cracking. “I just…” She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Peter, who hugged her back. Alex was so overwhelmed she almost cried. It had taken twenty-three years, but she was finally in her father’s arms. Despite what he had done, he was her father. He smelled like cologne and cigars. It was so typical and cliché that Alex laughed. “What’s so funny?” Peter pulled back. “N-nothing,” Alex swallowed. “It’s just…it’s good to see you.” “It’s great to see you, too, honey,” Peter hugged Spencer again and ruffled her hair. “Come home for lunch tomorrow. Bring Aria. We’ll make an afternoon out of it.” “Really?” Alex brightened. “Yeah, why not?” Peter smiled. Alex hugged her father once more and left. As soon as she got in her car, pulled out of the driveway and turned the corner she burst into tears. 

So…that was what it was like. That’s what it felt like to get a real hug from her father. It was a feeling Alex was sure she would never tire of.

When Alex arrived back at the bunker, Toby was yelling at Ezra. Again. She had walked in to hear the end of another rant of his, but didn’t care enough to ask about it. She pulled Toby aside and they spoke in hushed whispers, while glancing at their hostages every few seconds. Alex pressed a sealed envelope into Toby’s awaiting hands and bid him goodbye, and he shot out of there like a bat out of hell. Alex punched in the code and entered Spencer’s cell. “Hey sis,” Alex grinned. “Did ya miss me?” She gestured to the suitcase. “I’ve brought you a change of clothes. Reckon you don’t wanna be in that for another day.”

“Thank you,” Spencer whispered, oddly touched by the sweet gesture. “That was really sweet of you.” “I’ve brought ya a pillow and bathroom stuff,” Alex sat down in her chair next to Spencer’s cot. “Thought I’d make ya a bit more comfortable.” “Did you bring me anything?” Ezra asked from his own cell. “No,” Alex scoffed. “You brought Spencer clothes and everything else she might need, but you couldn’t be bothered to at least get me a fresh change of clothes?” Ezra stared at Alex in disbelief. “Are you really that much of a bi ––” “Ezra!” Spencer snapped. “God, I’m sick and tired of your constant whining. You’re acting like a three-year-old.” “Oi, Spence. Now don’t go ‘round insulting three-year-olds like that,” Alex said. Spencer’s lips twitched up into a smirk. “I am NOT acting like a child!” Ezra shouted, nearly pouting. “Alex, this is ridiculous. Stop this right now. Let us out and I will consider not pressing charges against you for aggravated kidnapping.” Alex set the suitcase down and smiled. It was a smile that made Spencer nervous and uneasy. Not for Ezra’s sake, but for Alex’s. Even though she and her sister were tall, she didn’t know how much Alex weighed. Ezra had a good one hundred pounds or so on the both of them. “You know what?” Ezra glared at Alex’s back. “I’m not surprised you were given up what was it, twice? If I were your father, I’d give you up, too!”

Both girls gasped and Alex whipped around and started toward Ezra’s cell. "YOU SON OF A —” “Al,” Spencer reached out and tugged Alex back by her wrist. “Leave it. He’s not worth it.” Alex turned to Spencer fast she was surprised she didn’t pop a muscle. “Did…did you just call me ‘Al’?” she asked. Spencer shrugged. “It’s a nickname. My friends call me Spence, as have you, so —” “I like it,” Alex said, shooting her sister a small grin. For the first time it was a warm, genuine smile. A smile, in which, Spencer saw no deceit or malicious intent. So she smiled back. “I thought you might.” Alex glared at Ezra, flipped him the middle finger and sat down next to Spencer on her bed. She started to say something, but stopped and glanced around. “Wait…” Alex said slowly. “What?” Spencer asked. “Toby didn't…that son of a bitch!” Alex sighed. Spencer raised an eyebrow. “Toby didn't…what?” Alex got up, crossed the room over to the wall facing Spencer’s bed, and opened a hidden compartment in the wall, where a button was revealed. She hit it.

The wall at the end of Spencer’s bed slid open to reveal a shiny, moderately sized bathroom, and Spencer leapt to her feet. “There ya go,” Alex smirked. “There’s a bathroom in here?!” Spencer shrieked. “Yep.” “With…with indoor plumbing?” “And a shower,” Alex shrugged. “Merlin, Spencer, I’m not that heartless.” She walked over to her sister and waved her hand in the direction of Spencer’s suitcase. “You’ll find all yer bathroom needs in there, too.” “Jesus, Alex,” Spencer managed, after the small shock had worn off. "How the hell did you manage all this?” Alex bent down, pulled out a key from her shoe and unlocked Spencer’s chain. It fell to the floor with a clank.“You can have an hour to shower and freshen up,” Alex nodded. “But you have to go back in the chain after.”

Spencer nodded. She was so revealed she grabbed her suitcase and hurried into the bathroom. God, it was glamorous. It was shiny and clean, with a decent sized tub. 

She unzipped her suitcase, delighted to find not only clothes, but pillows, blankets and shampoo. She pulled out a change of clothes, and everything she’d need for her shower. “Thank you, Alex,” Spencer called out, changing out of her clothes. She turned on the shower, adjusted the temperature to HOT, and stepped under the stream.

“Why do you have this?” Mona asked, eyeing Hanna’s computer warily. The two were cuddled together on Hanna’s – er, Lucas’ – couch, in front of Hanna’s laptop.

“It’s fun,” Hanna shrugged, scrolling through her Dashboard.

“How long have you had this?” Mona asked, arching an eyebrow.

“Uh, just a few days. But look at how many followers we have!" Hanna pointed excitedly at her screen.

"I can’t believe you have a Tumblr.” Mona shook her head. 

Hanna had created a Tumblr account for the six of them – herself, Spencer, Emily, Aria, Alison, and Mona. The blog had a pink and black background with girly, spiral-like white font. The blogged was called 

The Liars 6, and Hanna blogged about their lives, though nothing she knew the others wouldn’t mind sharing. Not that she had asked them, but whatever. They already had a substantial amount of followers, which wasn’t a surprise. Everyone knew who they were; you didn’t have to live in Rosewood to know about the Pretty Little Liars, the name some cliquey magazine had once dubbed them. 

So far, Hanna had posted about their week: Ezra standing Aria up, the sleepover they had, the games they’d played, and of course, what she and Mona had done.

Mona didn’t particularly care that Hanna had told the entire Internet that they’d slept together, but a heads up would have been nice.

“You have some messages,” Mona pointed to the red number above the envelope symbol in the middle of a row of icons in the upper right-hand corner. “Oh!” Hanna slid her cursor over and clicked on it. Immediately a string of messages in gray boxes popped up. She licked her lips and read the first one she saw.

“Hanna, who tops? Mona, right? – D.A.”

Hanna frowned. "What the hell kind of message is this? Who the fuck is D.A.? Is that A.D. backwards?” Panic shot through her, but she calmed down instantly when she felt Mona’s hand on her shoulder

“It’s probably one of your followers,” Mona said gently. “Reply to them and ask them what it stands for.” Hanna scrolled down to another question sent in by an anonymous user. 

“Spencer, can you help me with my paper on metaphysics philosophy’ – P.A.?" 

What the hell is that? Metaphysics philosophy? That sounds gross.”

“Ha!” Mona snickered and pointed to another message someone had sent in. “Look at this one. Aria, I feel like you’d be a weird flapper girl or a candy striper from the '20s? Am I right? – Ea2 Hanna giggled. "These people are funny. Hey, look! Someone likes Spence and Aria together,” she said, pointing to a message someone sent in that just read:

“TEAM SPARIAAAAA. SPENCER AND ARIA BELONG TOGETHER.”

“It’s weird that people ship them together,” Hanna’s nose wrinkled. “People ship us together, too,” Mona reminded Hanna, pointing out the message sent by the user who had simply gone by ’D.A.’ “Should I answer them?” Hanna asked, more to herself than to Mona. “Hell yeah!” Mona grinned and grabbed Hanna’s laptop. Her fingers flew over the keyboard as she typed a response: Hey, hey, D.A.! Mona here. Great question. I top, obviously. What, did you really think Hanna would? – M.V. She hit POST before Hanna could stop her.

“Mona!” Hanna gasped.

Mona stuck out her tongue and turned back to the screen. She clicked on another question.

Mona again. Sorry. P.A., Spencer didn’t read this. I can help if you’re interested. Let me know! ☺ - M.V. Mona posted the answered question and scrolled through a few other ones. She smiled and nudged Hanna, who had turned her attention to her phone. “Hey, Han?” “What?” Hanna glanced up from her phone. “Look.” Mona pointed to a message. Hanna leaned over so she could read it. Someone had said: “I think you and Mona are really cute together!” Hanna mirrored Mona’s smile. “Well. They aren’t wrong. Hey, should we answer more of these?” “Yeah!” Mona smirked. “This could be fun.”

“Get off me!” “No!” “Alex!” “Spencer!” “You’re not being fair!” “All’s fair in love and war,” Alex teased. Spencer shoved her shoulder into Alex’s, momentarily causing Alex to drop her controller. “Ha!” she smirked triumphantly. 

After her shower, Spencer had come out to see that Alex had remade her bed with fresh bedding, and had even added a soft mattress topper while she was in the shower. Alex had also dragged in a larger desk, which housed flat-screen TV and a PlayStation 4 game console. The two had been playing Mortal Kombat for almost an hour now.

“You cheated!” Alex exclaimed. “Not fair. Rematch?” “You were jumping on my guy!” Spencer protested. Across Spencer’s cell, Ezra made a loud, obnoxious humming sound to her the girls’ attention. Both girls looked up.

“Uh, can I play?” Ezra asked hopefully. He was bored out of his mind. “Piss off,” Alex and Spencer snapped in unison. The twins giggled at each other and Alex playfully bumped her sister’s shoulder. “Okay, round two. Allow me to kick your arse.”

[baebitchez]

[lilac-hecox]

if u don’t have anything for it yet, spalex for hair pulling?

I do have Spalex down for voyeurism I believe!

[soul-music-is-life]

Thoughts Watching PLL “Homecoming Hangover”

1) Spencer: “Why don’t we split up?” Christ Spencer, I thought you were supposed to be the smart one.

2) Toby looks so scared. Poor baby.

3) Goddamn, Shay Mitchell is flawless even with blood all over her face. I feel like a potato.

4) If Pam thought she was clueless about Emily’s love life now…man, just wait, Mama Fields.

5) “My daughter doesn’t lie.” Me: *snorts, then laughs hysterically*

6) “We love Emily. No one cares who you’re with.” Hanna loves Emily no matter what, and that makes me love Hanna.

7) Mike is mad at the wrong parent. It’s your dad that’s the asshole, dude.

8) I forgot about the awkwardness of Sean sending Aria flowers.

9) Pam Fields: *Tells Emily’s best friend that Emily needs her rest, then later lets Jenna and her guide dog (who we’ve never seen before) wake Emily up from said rest*. Solid parenting.

10) Lucas crushing on Hanna…so innocent.

11) Don’t eat the cookies, Emily. Jenna probably poisoned them.

12) Pam, you need to chill.

13) Spencer: “This is a terrible idea!” Me: “Really, because a little while ago you were breaking the biggest horror movie rule about not splitting up. I don’t trust your judgement anymore Spencer.”

14) “We can’t keep making these same mistakes over and over again!” Oh, you sweet summer child…

15) Spencer really hated Toby in the beginning.

16) Aria goes to see Ezra: Wait, you not Mr. Fitz. You have boobs and blonde hair. Who this trick?

17) Mt. Mike-uveus has erupted.

18) “I didn’t mean to invade your personal skin…” lol Lucas.

19) Emaya made up. All is right with the world

20) I bet you’re real fun at parties, Sean. *eyeroll*

21) I ship Spalex.

22) Spencer: I’m not going to cry about (Toby possibly being dead...). Me: Oh, how things change through the years.