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"I won't cry for you" - Yandere Tyler Galpin x Female Reader PART 3
•Part 1 •Part 2
Words: 1699
Warnings: Mentions of torture, psychology, dysfunction yet healthy family relations if you squint.
Show: Wednesday (2022)
Summary: You've graciously or stupidly, granted Tyler a phone to call his father for whatever reason he had while you went to call yours for assistance. And since you weren't fully knowledgeable about Hydes, you contacted the only person you knew, who wasn't in prison, that had that knowledge. Your father, Alvin Gates.
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🥺 Sorryyyy this took forever a lot of months, planned to post this at February but got sick and many stuff happened, preparing for an interview :--D but am back in my writing mojo!/kinda, HAPPY HALLOWEEN) AND I HEARD season 2 is coming omggg I'm excited
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"Well, well, well~ If it isn't the sweet consequence of my actions with your mother." A voice unmistakably grouchy speaks, sounding jovial with every word out.
A quick glance to your locked bedroom door before you finally said a response into the cellphone.
"You sound well, father." You mildly greeted, a tinge of a smile in your voice. To think it's almost only been a month since the last call.
"Yeah yeah it's been a while but cut the chitchat, sweetie, what do you need helping with?" You could imagine an eyeroll as your father said, always cutting to the chase.
"About Hydes." You spared no other detail and maintained calm articulation. Not that you needed to be careful with him, thankfully.
For more precaution, it's better if not even your own father knows about Tyler being in the house. You didn't want things to get out of hand.
"Ah- what about them? Did something happen that isn't supposed to–" Suddenly silence overtook the line, a thoughtful humming until he spoke again. "Don't get yourself into any unfamiliar territory, kid. That's suppose to be your mother's speciality."
So he noticed, of course he did. Better leave that to his wandering imagination than spoil your plan. A very non-existent plan at the moment.
"I don't plan to. Father, I was just curious since I kept hearing about them." True, that wasn't a lie in the slightest. "I was wondering if you'd know anything about them."
Surely he must know something.
"Hmm, you heard it from someone, no doubt. . . Alright, alright. What do you want to know exactly, kid. I'll tell ya as much as I can afford to." Sounds like mother has been keeping tabs on him.
"Hydes obey only one master, their own, correct?" You continued when father hummed a helpful tune, "would it be possible to sever the ties between a Hyde and its master."
A pause in-between your father's breathing left you suspended.
"Well. . . Got bad news for you kid, I don't know any available methods for that." He sighed gruffy like he felt bad, "sorry but can't help you with the whole severing business. It's set in stone, pretty much."
"I see. . . " You massaged your temples, disappoinment rising inside you. But you couldn't just accept this answer easily, stubbornness seemed to take hold in your heart. For what reason? You couldn't figure out.
"However–" A hoarse chuckle emerged from your cellphone. "It's not entirely impossible to say there aren't other ways of solving that problem. I'm sure you can get some creative ideas from their origins, kid. Only one thing is set in stone, Hydes only serve one master."
Father's bold hint sparked a lightbulb in your head. Their origins.
In the first place, what caused Hydes to bond an undying loyalty to their masters was–
"Sorry for not being alot of help, kid, I'm out of time for the day. Take good care of yourself, will you."
"I will." A buzz of excitement slowly crept over you as an idea began running through your mind. "You were very helpful, dad, thanks. You take care too."
"Mm sounds like you found an answer eh?" He sounded genuinely happy, making you feel much more sturdy in this new plan.
"Not exactly but I should be on the right track." If Tyler would go along with it.
"Mm so you're going to try any attempts, I see. Hah– it's hilarious how similar you and your mother's thinking is!"
Again with the comparisons. You rolled your eyes, "Goodbye, father."
"Alright alright, see ya kiddo. For now." BEEP. BEEP.
The call was over already.
. . .
You turned off the burner phone, picking out the block of battery from the back and saving it in your other hiding space for another time. Now you should check on Tyler, you can't afford to trust him so easily especially when his father's a sheriff.
Quietly you went out of your bedroom, closing the door slowly so as to not make a sound. You headed down the stairs in a casual, fast pace to quickly see his state of mind.
But it's likely he isn't planning to screw himself over... Your assumption was most likely made correct when you came to see Tyler sitting slumped on the couch, his face buried deep in his hands.
Sweeping your gaze across the living room and floor, the burner phone you gave him was nowhere in sight… Mentally noting to check the trash bin by the kitchen before you stomped down the stairs and made yourself known.
Tyler's eyes peeked up first from the gaps in-between his fingers like the leafy venus flytraps back home ever so often tempting you to closer inspect. To place your finger in there, to feed.
He waited on your next move.
Your arms folded, hiding your hands twitching on their own for a tweezer. "Did you have a good talk?"
What else could you really say without sounding too interested in him.
"It was something…" Tyler did a small shrug, less energy than he's shown before, voice dulled by the cover of his fingers. "Could've gone better. I wish he didn't hang up so fast."
"What did you talk about?" Might as well see how much information he was willing to give.
A small sigh, Tyler slowly revealed half of his distraught face. "Not a lot. He wasn't interested in what I had to say… Told me to be careful." Strange of the dutiful sheriff to say but then again you didn't know what kind of father-son relationship they had.
"How are you feeling?" One of mother's favourite lines growing up that you've somehow adapted into your vocabulary. It seemed the most appropriate.
You continued watching Tyler's tensed form with a safe but short distance away, the coffee table acting as a possible shield in between you and him. Incase he raged.
But there was none.
There was something in his usual silence this time that irked you. Like he didn't fully trust you.
You approved of that, as he shouldn't. Mutually. Especially if things ever go wrong because of him, you were ready at a moment's notice to abandon everything to do with him.
"I… Hate him."
The pause went on for however many tensed seconds before Tyler's hands fell onto his knees.
"Sorry sorry, I know I shouldn't be saying this… I mean I can't say I don't miss him."
"You can say what you want. I don't mind," you said flatly, genuinely meaning it. His expressions stiff, he looked mentally pent up, thoughts practically steaming out from his ears.
"No, it's fine. You've done a lot for me already, I owe you." He grinned brightly, the dark cloud looming over from before gone in an instant, "for that phone call too."
"Sure," it wouldn't be bad to have a Hyde indebted to you.
Tyler checked the ticking clock on the kitchen wall, "I guess it is getting late… See you in the morning?"
You nodded. "Night, Galpin."
"G-Good night! Have a good sleep." He smiled dopey, waving briskly while walking backwards to the foot of the stairs before jogging up to his bedroom. So naturally at home.
Just how eager was he to get back in his room?
That wasn't his usual way of walking, what could he be looking forward to or hiding in there… Or he could just be relieved of stress after that talk with his father, maybe that brought about his new behavior.
Your suspicions were beginning to sound far-fetched even to yourself but then again, there was always that silver of possibility that he could be planning to rebel against you.
So you moved fast towards the kitchen sink, tiny spikes of uneasiness pulsing through you, turning the facuet on and letting the water run loudly as you went to look into the trash bin.
Expecting to look down into a void of nothingness.
The large black plastic bag sleeved over the edge of the bin looked loose and puffy. Clearly you didn't do this, your meticulousness wouldn't allow such a lazy set up. You pat down the puffy areas, flattening the edges to allow better access in seeing what trash had been collected.
Shiny peices of black metal greet you at the bottom of the pit, tiny and almost powder-like glitter in the kitchen light. What previously used to be a burner phone now looked like the result of being in someone's clenched fist. Useful monsterous strength… if he could actually get it under his full control.
Whatever anxiety crept inside your heart disappeared as you contently spun on your heel and turned off the kitchen faucet.
A small appreciation for Tyler as thanks to him, there's less work for you now.
You wondered why you even felt 'anxious' at all, it must've been the slight stress of knowing he could've screwed things up for you. And himself. Now that makes sense, of course since it's not as if you actually knew him personally even back in town.
Feeling much more at peace, you headed towards your own bedroom, adjacent from Tyler's. His room barely made any noise except for the few inaudible mumbles and the faint use of his shower and the light peeking through from underneath his door.
You never noticed before but he always had the lights turned on in there. Well, it's not as if you were the one paying the electrical bill. It was nothing noteworthy.
Once settling in your own bed and underneath your blanket in the cozy dark, sleep came easily… Until your brain jostled an interesting observation your very eyes must've slipped.
In the trash bin, there was no sight of the small black piece. The memory card.
The sim card.
Despite his questionable actions, you chose to sleep, thoughts racing alongside a strange excitement building up in you.
Oh what are you up to, Tyler Galpin.
Time was ticking. Neither on his or your side. He just didn't know it yet.
In the following morning you received a misscall from an unknown number. Father. He never contacts you first. There's nothing he needs that you could provide. It must be about the Hyde.
Finally.
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I went crazy and got this:
He felt hesitant for some reason. He knows Cloud hasn't been doing well, not since Tifa... He didn't want to even think about it.
As they stood in front of the Strife residence, Denzel put his hand outwards towards Marlene, who's hand was being held by the little "Sephiroth spawn" they've found.
"Maybe I should get in first... Just in case." He softly spoke as he looked at Marlene. "And... Maybe you wanna undo that braid or something..." He calmly said, to which Marlene immediately started undoing.
The little silver-haired boy looked over at Denzel, with it's bright green eyes. "Why can't we go in?"
He paused, grabbing the key that was on his pocket. "He... Might get overwhelmed if... Too many people go in at once."
The little boy tilted his head. "What's overwhelmed?"
"He meant that... He might get scared if too many people go in at once." Marlene said with her soft voice, her hair tied in a simple ponytail.
"Yeah. That." Denzel gestured as he unlocked the door and took a deep breath.
As he opened the door and closed it, the house was it's usual silence. So eerie, almost grimly. He took slow steps, his hand on his sword just in case, to which he was right as he defended a heavy sword attack. He's gotten used to it by now, Denzel slowly looked over the spiky haired blonde, who's now had a badly done beard and his hair grew out, tied in a ponytail like when he was a child. His bright eyes locked on Denzel in a frown.
"... Cloud?" Denzel called, to which Cloud tilted his head and let out a smile.
"Oh, Zack... I didn't notice it was you." The blonde said cheerfully, to which Denzel answered with a worried look and a half grin.
"No, no, Cloud... It's Denzel. Remember? Den-zel." He looked at the blonde hopeful that maybe, just maybe, this might be a conscious day for him.
Cloud stared at him for a long while, tilting his head back and forth, answering with a chuckle.
"Stop messing around. We don't know any Denzel." He smiled and gave a few light taps on Denzel's shoulder.
It wasn't the first time he's heard that. But it always hurt every single time he did heard. It felt hellish to see the man who took him in as a son to not recognize him at all.
"... Right..." He simply said, seemed like it was one of those unlucky days.
"Tifa will be out in a jiffy, she just went to use the toilet." He knocked on the bathroom door. "Tiff? We got company."
"N-no! Uh... Let her use the toilet in peace, man." Denzel quickly said, to which Cloud looked at him and chuckled.
"Yeah. Yeah... You're right, I shouldn't rush her." Cloud said, still smiling through and through. "Tea? I'd offer you one of those energy drinks you like, but, I haven't bought any."
"And you shouldn't even think of buying them. They're terrible for your heart." Denzel said with a light smile as he sat down by the countertop.
"Pfft. You drink them." He looked at Denzel with a smirk.
"I need to. Long travels are tiresome..."
"Ha. Long travels... You're a 1st, you shouldn't need to worry about tiresome. They give you fine tents and stuff, don't they?" He chuckled.
"... Still, training." He calmly said, though his hands rubbed against each other nervously.
"Speaking of which, how about a spar after tea?"
"Oh, uh... Maybe another time. I just came by for a bit, really. Before a... Long travel."
"Hmm... Where to? Modeoheim? Cosmo Canyon? Gongaga?"
"Nibelheim."
"Nibelheim? Oh, you can stay at my mother's! I'll give her a quick call!" He excitedly ran over to the wire cellphone, who's wire Denzel had carefully cut off a while ago. "Ma? Hey, it's Cloud! A friend of mine is going over, could he maybe stay at your place or something?" He started talking. Denzel knew. Knew there was no one on the other side of the line.
He let Cloud talk to the phone to his heart's content. Always cheerful and outgoing, he'd always hoped Cloud would be a bit more like that, but... Not like this. He looked over a picture of Tifa that hung from the wall, her soft smile really made Denzel miss her.
It's not like she passed away painfully. It just... Happened so suddenly. No one could've predicted. Specially not Cloud. He just woke up one night to find her looking at the picture album, and, after no response from her... She was already cold. No one really knows what happened or even why it happened in the first place. She seemed healthy, happy... Fate really is cruel sometimes.
"... Dad...?" Denzel softly called him, to which Cloud didn't answer and just kept on the phone.
A sigh of frustration left Denzel's lips. He didn't want to admit. He never wanted to admit what was so blatantly obvious.
"Wait, kid!" Marlene shouted to which Denzel turned his head and saw the little boy barging into the room and rushing to Denzel, he was trembling.
"O-outside! B-big monster!" The little boy cried while hugging Denzel's leg.
"W-what?" He looked at Marlene, who had rushed after the little boy.
"He... He saw a dog and it barked at him." She breathed out.
"Aerith?"
Marlene froze as she heard Cloud. She sighed and looked at him, with a bittersweet smile.
"H... Hey, Cloud..." She greeted him a bit awkwardly. "It's Marlene. Remember?" She hopefully asked, though, one look at Denzel and he shook his head, figuring today wasn't a conscious day.
"Hey, long time no see." He said with a smile. "You guys came over for dinner, right? I'll be starting right —" At that moment, Cloud looked over the little boy. His eyes fixed on his silver locks. "And... This is...?"
The little boy slowly looked at Cloud, scared upon first sight, of Cloud bright blue eyes fixed on him. Cloud was silent. In a way that even Denzel and Marlene were a bit uneasy. He'd always been the silent type, but... This time... It seemed different. Scarier. He took slow, heavy steps towards the little boy.
"Se..." He mumbled. "Sephi... Roth." Marlene jolted towards the boy, taking him in her arms.
"Cloud—" She tried to call him, but it was useless.
"Sephiroth." He scowled.
As his.hand reached his sword's hilt, Denzel had put himself in front of Marlene, his own sword in hands. Cloud had a dangerous grimace, one they have never seen before.
"Denzel." Cloud snapped at him. "Give me the kid. Now."
Denzel's face went pale, now of all times? Of every moment of peace and calm, he had gotten conscious now?
"N... No."
"Denzel, I'm serious."
"S-so am I."
"Do you have any idea who that is?"
"I... I do. He's just a kid—"
"He burned my village. Killed my mother. Gravely injured Tifa. Killed my friend. He tried to destroy the world. He tried to take EVERYTHING away from me and you PROTECT HIM?!"
"HE'S A KID! He's not Sephiroth, Cloud!"
"HE'S A SEPHIROTH SPAWN, DENZEL, FOR THE LAST TIME—"
"LISTEN TO ME, DAD! PLEASE!"
They both went silent, just staring at each other. Soon enough, the silence was broken by the little boy's cry. Clinging onto Marlene for dear life, she hugged him tenderly.
"He won't hurt us, he—"
"Both of you saw what he can do." Cloud scowled. "Marlene... If Denzel won't listen to me, then maybe you will." His eyes turned to Marlene, fixed in her. "Remember Aerith? The nice girl that helped you out of Seventh Heaven? The one who took you to Elmyra? Hm? The one you befriended?"
"Cloud, stop..." She cried out to no avail.
"That thing killed her." He pointed at the little boy. "I saw it with my own eyes, I felt her body go cold in my hands. Tifa cried over her—"
"Enough already." Denzel choked out. "I... I know what it looks like. But, he... He wouldn't hurt a fly. He got scared over a dog barking, for fuck's sake!"
"Language!" Marlene gave Denzel a slap to the back of his neck, making him grunt.
"You don't know the extent of what he can do." Cloud growled. "You don't know to what extent he'll go to make my life hell. I'll ask once more. Give. Me. The. Kid."
Denzel frowned, as response, he only stood there, in front of Marlene, he held his sword firmly, in the very fighting stance Cloud taught him.
"No." Denzel scowled. "I'm not letting you take him. What the hell do you plan to do with him? Kill him?"
Cloud was silent, his only response being to point his sword at Denzel. The boy took a deep breath.
"Marlene. Get him out of here." He calmly said.
"But—"
"Now. Get him out of here."
She was silent. Without as much as a look at Cloud, she started running towards the door, Cloud dashed towards her, but Denzel blocked his attempt at reaching her, to which Cloud responded by brandishing his sword at Denzel, who guarded it.
"I don't wanna hurt either you or Marlene."
"And I don't want you to hurt that kid."
Thus, they started fighting, all the while Marlene ran as fast as she could, as faraway as she could, to where? She wasn't sure. Her legs had a mind of their own. The little boy was being held by her, looking back at the Strife residence as the faraway sound of metal against metal filled his ears.
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Chris talks to and encourages his second dad Buck
3x1 “Kids Today” - At Buck’s welcome back to the 118 party, Chris gave him a handmade card and when Buck pointed to it and said, “Wow, this is great” Chris responded, “It’s you and me.” Since the card Chris made had a drawing of Buck in his turnout gear and Chris standing next to a surfboard, it could have been foreshadowing for the things they would experience together during the Tsunami.
After Buck coughed up blood at his party and was rushed to the hospital, he was at home depressed but Eddie took Chris to Buck’s loft so the two of them could spend the day together. When Buck heard Chris say, “Hey Buck!”, Buck asked him what he was doing there and Eddie said, “He’s hanging out with his Buck today cause I have to go to work.” This was Buck’s first-time taking care of Chris on his own.
3x2 “Sink or Swim” - Chris asked Buck, “Are you ok?” after he had been calling him and trying to get his attention but Buck was watching the 136 as they tried to revive a man who fainted on the beach. Buck and Chris would take refuge on the 136’s firetruck after the first wave hit.
Chris told Buck, “You’re gonna be ok kid” after Buck spent several minutes explaining the way he hopes Chris will be able to find a career that mattered because it was going to show him the rest of his life.
Buck asked Chris how he was able to never say no and not complain and Chris responded, “Well I complained once but it didn’t work”. Buck asked, “So what did you do?” then Chris said, “I just kept on swimming.”
3x3 “The Searchers” – All Chris had to say to put a smile on Buck’s face after Eddie brought their son back to his loft was “Hey Buck!”. That was the only thing Chris said to Buck on-screen during that scene.
3x10 “Christmas Spirit” - Chris was upset with Eddie because Eddie had to work on Christmas so he asked Buck, “Can I spend Christmas with you?”
4x3 “Future Tense”- When Eddie told Buck and Chris they were taking a break from the internet, Chris asked, “Buck, can we go to your house and play video games?”
4x8 “Breaking Point” - After Chris took Eddie’s phone, ordered an Uber to take him to Buck’s loft and Buck explained how Eddie told him that Chris blew up at him, Chris said, “I don’t want to talk about it”.
After Buck explained he wasn’t going anywhere, Chris stood up and hugged him the same way he hugged Eddie in 3x12 “Fools”.
4x14 “Survivors” - After Eddie was shot, Buck went to Eddie’s house to tell Chris what happened. But when Buck broke down and started crying, Chris put his arm around Buck’s shoulders and said, “It’s going to be ok Buck” to console him.
Chris woke up Buck and asked, “Can I talk to my dad now?” Reminder Buck was sleeping on the Buckley-Diaz Family’s couch and Eddie would wake up on that same couch one year later in 5x14 “Dumb Luck”.
5x13 “Fear-O-Phobia” - Chris called Buck instead of calling 9-1-1 when he heard Eddie smashing the furniture in his bedroom. After Buck answered his cellphone, Chris said, “Buck… something’s wrong with dad!”
In 6x1 “Let the Games Begin” - Chris said, “Buck? You don’t even have a couch.” And when Buck asked him what that had to do with him being fire captain, Chris said, “It’s weird” which could mean he was telling Buck it’s weird he didn’t have a family because he and Eddie have been right there in front of him waiting so he could be a family with them. Buck already has a family even though he keeps searching for one.
The still from 6x11 “In Another Life” shows Chris sitting by Buck’s bedside while Buck’s in a coma and it appears whatever Chris is going to say to him will be heart wrenching for a number of reasons. First, Chris has already lost one parent, his mother and Buck is his second dad and has been for 5 years. So, if Buck dies (he won’t) that would be traumatizing for Chris. He wasn’t shown crying after his mother died and he was shown consoling Buck in 4x14 after Buck broke down about Eddie. Second, Buck is not just his second dad, he’s his best friend too since he can talk to Buck whenever he feels like he can’t talk to Eddie. Reminder, Chris took Eddie’s cellphone and ordered an Uber to take him to Buck’s loft in 4x8 so he could talk to him about people leaving. That’s when Buck reassured him and said he wasn’t going anywhere and he hasn’t. Third, Chris didn’t have the chance to see his mother while she was in the hospital before she died but he will have the chance to see Buck. Buck is important to both Eddie and Chris and he’s been part of their family ever since Eddie showed Buck a picture of Chris. Reminder, Buck told Eddie that Chris was super adorable and he loved kids in 2x2 “7.1”.
It’s interesting the stills and the trailer for next week haven’t shown Eddie and Chris together in Buck’s hospital room but it’s likely Eddie will be there because Buck was there for Chris after Eddie got shot and after Eddie’s breakdown. What will Chris say to Buck while he’s sitting next to him in the hospital? Only the showrunner(s), writers and producers know the answer to that question.
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Mini Fanfic #1122: Worrisome Phone Call (Persona 5 X SSBU)
8:54 p.m. at Niijima Apartment.......
Makoto: (Finishes her Assignment While Sitting on her Couch) ('Sigh') Okay. There's a three more questions to answer left. ('Starts Yawning a Bit') Might be more trickier than the last, but-
'Cellphone Ringtone of Makoto's Theme Song'
Makoto: (Picks her Phone Up From the Coffee and Answers the Call) Hello?
???: (Calling From the Other Line) Makoto?
Makoto: (Immediately Recognizes the Voice) Oh hi sis. How's it going? (Smirks a Tad Bit Playfully) Is your date night with Dr. Takemi-san going well so far?~
Sae: ('Sigh') It went as well as we hoped. (Rolls her Eyes) 'Till a certain Ren-Ren came by the café, covered in bruises.
Makoto: (Eyes Widened in Complete Shock as She Quickly Gets Up From her Seat) WHAT!? HOW!? WHY!? W-WHAT HAPPENED!!?
Sae: He got himself into a bar fight. Apparently some..he.. big demon guy came in and punched him out of nowhere.
Ren: (Voice is Heard on the Other Line) Don't forget he has horns!
Sae: ('Sigh') Big demon guy with horns, punched him.
Makoto: ('Sighs in a Bit of Relief') I take it he's doing okay right now, huh?
Sae: Yep. His injuries will take a little while to heal properly though. Wanna talk to him?
Makoto: Yes, please.
Sae: (Gives Ren her Phone) Ren, here. And please refrain yourself from making my little sister worry more than she already is right now.
Ren: When have I ever made your sister more worried about me?
Sae: .........................
Ren: N-Nevermind. I see your point. (Starts Speaking to Makoto Thru the Phone) Hey, honey. How are you tonight?
Makoto: (Sits Back Down on the Couch) Worried about you as always. Was what sis told me just now is true?
Ren: ('Sigh') Yeah, I got my ass handed to me earlie-AHHAHA! (Suddenly Winces in Pain)
Tae: (Speaking on the Other Line) I can't treat your wounds properly if you gonna keep jumping around like that, Guinea Pig.
Ren: Well, maybe WARN me before you start rubbing that on my cheeks! It stings like hell!
Tae: Well, using 91% of Rubbing Alcohol could do that to ya. Best you can do is wise up and take it like a man. (Continues Rubbing a Alcohol Filled Cotton onto Ren's Bruised Cheeks as She Snickers a Bit at the Sound of his Pain Enduced Pain) You baby.
Makoto: Best to listen to the doctor, Ren. You can do it~
Ren: You're laughing at my misery too, aren't you?
Makoto: (Trying Her Hardest Not to Expose Herself in her Laughing) N-No! No, of course not, I would never. ('Clears Throat') I'm just happy hear you speaking.
Ren: (Smiles Softly) Good. I'm sorry I made you worried for like the hundreth time now.
Makoto: Actually, you've made me worried one hundred and thirty seventh time in the row thus far.
Ren: (Sounds Surprised) Oh god. It's THAT many?
Makoto: (Snickers Again) No, I just made those numbers up. But it is close to that. But in all seriousness though, for real this time, how are you feeling right now?
Ren: Well, other than exhaustion and stingy amount of- PAIN! (Felt an Alcohol Filled Cotton Touched his Cheek Again)
Tae: Sorry. Forgot to warn that time.
Ren: (Let's Out a Heavy Sigh) I'm just glad to be home right now.......
Makoto: ('Sigh') You and me both. I always figured going to college would be an advanced challenge, but I didn't imagine it would be this tiring....
Ren: Yeah, it tends to do that to your psyche. But don't give in just yet. I know you have what it takes to make it big one day.
Makoto: (Happily Nodded to Ren's Words) I never planned on it. Do you....still want to work at the bar after what happened earlier?
Ren: Yeah, I think so. The bar fight sucked, but I'm not gonna let it get to me forever. I'm more worried for Uncle Rodin if anything.
Makoto: Oh right, Mr. Rodin! How is he? Is he okay?
Ren: Last time I saw him, he was pulverizing the big, horns guy to a pulp hard enough to transform into his Devil form. No way in hell I'm getting near that crossfire.
Omega: Ren, your mothers are calling you on your portable phone. Shall I answer and give them the update of the current situation?
Ren: No! Omega, whatever you do, don't answer that call! Just let it ring.
Makoto: (Eyes Begins to Widened Again) What!?
Sae: Ren Amimaya, are you planning on keeping this under wraps from your own mothers?
Ren: Not forever! Just for tonight. And maybe in the morning too.....
Makoto: (Sighs While Pinching the Bridge of her Nose) Oh my god, Ren.....
Sae: ('Sigh') Dear lord......
Tae: Wait, time out. You have moms now, Guinea Pig?
Ren: Yep. A witch and a goddess. My actual parents disowned me long while ago, so they decided to adopt me as their own. You should need 'em sometime they're great
Makoto: How about meeting them right now, Doctor?
Ren: ('Sigh') Makoto-
Makoto: Nonono. Don't you "Makoto" me, mister. You know as well as I do that not telling them will only lead to more problems.
Ren: I know that! But they're on their anniversary date right now and the last I want to do is ruin it by making them worry. And possibly killing Uncle Rodin.
Omega: Phone is still calling!
Ren: Keep letting it ring, big guy! They'll quit eventually.
Makoto: Highly doubt it.
Sae: You realize you're delaying inevitable, right?
Ren: The inevitability for me to fall asleep?
Sae: ..........You know what I'm talking about.
Tae: You are really poking a hornet's nest here, aren't you, Guinea Pig?
Ren: Just being cautious here. It's not like they're gonna drop everything and come over-
Futuba: (Downstairs) OH REN!~ YOU GOT SOME COMPANY!~
Ren: ......It's.....probably Ryuji or-
Bayonetta: RENNYYYYYYYYYYYY!~
Palutena: WHERE ARE YOUUUUUUUUU!?~
Sae: You were saying?~
Ren: ('Sighs in Defeat') Already standing corrected. Omega, tell them I'm upstairs, will ya?
Omega: Affirmative.
Omega's footsteps echoes through Makoto's phone a bit.
Makoto: (Smirks Playfully) I'm guessing it's time for you see to see your mommies now, hm?~
Ren ('Sigh') Seems like it.....Congrats, Doc, it looks like you'll be meeting them after al- AH! SERIOUSLY!?
Tae: Apologies. The excitement got best of me there.
Ren: LIAR!
Sae: Ren Amimaya, are you accusing my girlfriend of lying!?
Ren: YES I-
Sae: ........................
Ren: No! Nope....I-I'm not accusing anyone.
Sae: You better not.
Makoto: (Giggles Softly at Her Love One's Banters Between One Another) As much as I would love to hear more of your banters, I really have to get back and finish up my assignments for the night. But I'll come by and visit you first thing tomorrow morning, okay?
Ren: Sure thing. Make you get some sleep afterwards, alright?
Makoto: (Giggles Softly) Worrying about me now, aren't we?~
Ren: Can't have you looking out for my well being and not do the same, you know?
Makoto: I suppose not. I love you so much, Ren-Ren~
Ren: I love you too, my queen~
'Ahem'
Makoto: ('Sigh') And I love you as well, sis. Thank you so much for looking out for my boyfriend this evening.
Sae: Don't mention it. Your Ren-Ren has been a pain in a neck as always-
Ren: Hey!
Sae: But he's still a good boy regardless.
Tae: You forgot the reckless part, 'hon.
Sae: Ah, yes sorry. He's a good, reckless boy, I mean.
Ren: I hate you two so- AH!
Tae: Okay, that one was actually on purpose this time~
Ren: (Gritting his Teeth) I can see that, Doc.......
Makoto: (Syarts Giggling Once More) Okay~ I see you three are clearly busy now, so I'll leave you be then. Have a goodnight!~
As the phone call finally ends, Makoto begins to let out a huge sigh of relief before going back to her assignment studies for the rest of the nest.
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mr.whites daughter Chapter 5- back at home
Your pov
I woke up in a bed, my jacket was on the pillow next to me and I could hear a TV. I knew I wasn't at my apartment, or really where I was for that fact. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, looking at my fingers, no mascara. The sun was shining gold into the yellow room, meaning it's been a few hours, at least more then three or even five hours. I put my head in my hands as it felt like I just woke up from a rave. Then things started clicking.
I was in jesses apartment.
I was drugged.
"Fuckin A." I whispered.
"Hey." I heard a girl say, I looked over my shoulder and saw a girl with black hair and bangs standing in the door way,"I took of your mascara, hope that was okay, it's I know how annoying it is to wake up with it after it's wet."
"Ya, no, thanks." I Rolled my neck and cracked each side and grabbed my boots and put them on.
"I don't think you should leave (y/n)."
"I'm sorry who are you?" I stood up grabbing my jacket.
"I'm Jane, live next door." She rested on the door frame.
"Oh ya, your we're over the other night when I came by." I put my jacket on checking that I had my cellphone, my wallet and keys were in my car, which I think badger got?
"Ya." She nodded.
"I'm gonna-"
"Jesses worried about you, you know that right?" Look she seemed nice but I didn't want this right now.
"What time is it?" I asked trying to divert the conversation.
"7." She said and I nodded,"he's worried (y/n)."
"I bet he is." I scoffed.
"No he really is. He sat there waiting for you to wake up for two hours." She crossed her arms,"look, I've been we're you are, I'm 18 months sober."
"I was a year and I fucked that up." I let out a slight chuckle.
"Doesn't mean you can't go back."
"I quit with the NA shit a while ago." I walked towards her,"I gotta go."
"I saw the marks on your arm."
"Not my problem." I shook my head.
"Jesse is crazy over you."
"He's dating you now isn't he?" I raised my brow.
"Doesn't change how he feels about you." She shook her head and I slipped past her,"he calls you his soulmate, his best friend." She grabbed my shoulder and I winced.
"He also called me a worthless junkie whore that people like to pass around." I turned to face her, she was a bit taller then me and I heard the front door open,"I personally couldn't care less, because that's exactly what I am and he showed me that. If you'll excuse me, I have to get a ride to my apartment."
"Good thing ur dads outside right now then huh?" I heard Jesse say behind me. I turned around and he was leaning on the door, I could see my dad in perfect view from where I was,"I called him, I told him."
"Fuck you jesse." I walked towards him,"Fuck you."
"You'll thank me later, you know it." I simply shook my head at him. I walked past him, bumping into him with my shoulder.
I walked down the stairs as my dad walked towards me. I tried to walk past him but he hugged me before I could dodge him. I bit my lip as I stood still in his grasp, I wanted to cry. I really Fuckin did.
"Get clean yo!" Jesse yelled,"please!"
I heard his door close and I grabbed onto my dad and broke down.
"I want you to come home." He whispered as i hugged him back,"your mom is worried sick."
I pushed him off.
"You told mom?!" I backed away from him.
"I had to, she was right there listening to the voice mail Jesse left, it was after everyone left." He held onto my shoulder,"I'm your father, I'm not gonna let you do this to urself."
"I swear to god." I shook my head,"if hank find out-"
"We arent going to let that happen. We've already agreed on it, we don't want his DEA shit getting involved. This is a household secret, your brother doesn't even know yet." I wiped my face if the tears,"I went to your apartment and I threw it all away."
"You're telling me, my mother, knows I'm smoking meth?"
"Your mother knows your snorting Coke and you were drugged. I answered the phone before Jesse could mention meth. So no she doesn't know about that...but I know about the herion. Get in the car, we're getting you clothes , and you're coming home." I nodded, giving up. I looked back to jesses apartment and saw him through the window, Jane behind him. He nodded and I shook my head and nudged my dad off and walked around to the passenger side of the car and got in.
Next morning-
I woke up the next morning on the couch. Feeling a hand on my shoulder and fingers running through my hair.
"Sweetheart?" I heard my mom,"hey."
"Hi." I whispered wrapping my arm under the pillow.
"I got you some coffee." I opened my eyes and sat up, she was dressed for work, had to be early,"I have to go to work, but it dad is gonna be home and so is junior if he doesn't go to Louis's."
"Okay." I rubbed my face and she pulled me into a hug and I hugged her back.
"Call me if you need anything, okay? I don't think Ted will mind me stepping out for a bit."
"Mom, don't jeopardize your job for me please." I muttered.
"I will jeopardize anything and everything for you." SHe pulled away to look at me,"I mean it."
"I know." I nodded and she kissed my forehead. She stood up and gave me a goodbye as she walked out. I laid back down and my phone rang, I could already feel the withdrawals. A familiar feeling of a slight shaking and a rising headache. I sluggishly opened my phone and put it to my ear.
"How you feelin?" I heard Jesse, his freshly woken up voice ringing into my ear.
"I just woke up."
"Makes two of us."
"Your girl over?" I forced myself to sit up.
"No, um...ya."
"Cause of me?" I grabbed the cup of coffee and I heard a saw ring out through the house confused as to where it was coming from.
"Nah, when you called something happened with her dad and shit, and then a conversation about why she acted like she didn't know me and shit when you can and after so she left." I nodded and hummed,"is that a saw?"
"I don't even know." I took a sip of coffee.
"You need anything?"
"No, I'll be fine." I shook my head.
"Yo if you need anythin, well not just anythin, I can bring it to ya on the DL. Make sure I don't see-" I cut him off.
"My mom knows I was dating you, cats out of the bag. I'll call you later."
"Aight, call you later." With that I hung up and got off the couch, swaying slightly. I walked past the kitchen and to where the noise was coming from. The utility closet.
"What are you doing?" I bent down slightly. The saw stopped and my dads head popped out of the hole in the floor.
"We have rot." He stated.
"Fuckin great." I muttered and I went to walk out and he spoke.
"How you feelin?"
"Be better if I was at my quiet apartment, alone." I looked down the hole.
"Can't know you won't use if you're there." I rubbed my face dragging my hand to my neck.
"Can I take a shower?"
"Yeah." He nodded and I walked away, the saw rang through my ears once more and I groaned in annoyance.
After my shower, I got dressed in the bathroom, they had my bags in holly's nursery. I walked out of the bathroom and saw my brother leaning on the wall.
"It's free now." I said and he smiled.
"You okay?" He asked and I nodded.
"I'm fine. I heard you got took 3 shots of tequila the other day." I smiled, as I walked down the hall. He followed behind me.
"Ya." He laughed,"got sick right after."
"That happens, don't worry about it." I shook my head and made it back to the couch.
"What-what happened yesterday?" He sat down in the chair, moving his crusted to lean on the arm of it.
"I made a mistake." I stated,"and ya."
"Oh." He nodded,"mom and dad we-were worried."
"I bet they were." I looked at him,"you going to Louiss?"
"Ya later." He nodded and I smiled.
"Have long have you guys been friends again?"
"A few years." He smiled.
We ended up watching TV. I fell Asleep at some point during the show. I was woken up by my phone ringing so I answered it.
"Combos been shot." I heard Jesse.
"What?"
"He's dead. Was fuckin shot. I can't reach your dad for shit right now." I could hear his voice shaking. I got up off the couch.
"Dad!" I yelled walking back to the utility closet quickly,"dad! He ain't here man."
"We'll where do you think he is?!" He yelled.
"Jesus Christ don't yell. I don't know, I'll try calling him." I hung up and walked out of the utility closet and got to his contact, as I dialed it, I felt that wave of dizziness hit me like a freight truck from behind. I rushed into the bathroom.
I opened my eyes, facing the bathtub. I went to sit up and laid back down as my Body felt like snd ice cube, sending a dizzing chill down my spine. I felt my forearm was wet so I opened my eyes and saw blood. A small pool around it. My eyes drifted to the toilet above me and I saw red on it as well. I hit the toilet when I passed out, right on my gash, opening it again. I just laid on the floor and groaned swallowing hard and breathing deeply. My body shakes and I felt like I was sweating. My body first and i let out a whimper. I hugged my knees into my chest.
I felt myself zone back into unconsciousness and then back in.
"(y/n)?" Someone shook me,"sweetheart wake up, come on."
"Mmm." I groaned as the shaking continued.
"Honey you're bleeding." It was my mom,"Walter!"
"Coming!" I heard my dad yell.
"Leave me alone." I whispered.
"Im not doing that." I felt a towel rub against my arm, and then my arm was lifted.
"(y/n)?" I heard my dad speak.
"Should we call 9/11? We should." My moms panicked voice rang into my ears, and I groaned.
"No no, it's fine, it just the withdrawal." I felt a pair of hands grab under my waist and pull me up. I leaned against my fathers frame and felt a towel wipe my cheek and around my temple.
"She Could be concussed."
"No." I shook my head,"don't call."
"(y/n)." My mom whispered.
"I'll get her to the couch." My dad answered. I felt him stand up and I held onto him the best I could as he made me stand up. My legs felt weak as he walked me out of the bathroom,"you got it."
I few seconds later I hit the couch, curling into myself as I felt a blanket cover me.
The next day I was sitting in sauls office. Jesse was smoking a cigarette and tapping the ash into the justice scale on the table by the door.
"So who's this? We haven't met." Saul looked at me.
"I'm only here because one of our guys, for shot and killed." I shrugged.
"So who are you?" He put his mug in the table.
"I'm (y/n)." I crossed my arms, leaning back into the sofa.
"Alright then."
"Look, one of our guys, combo got murdered for selling at the wrong corner." Jesse said.
"The one you put him on." My dad said.
"You're the one who said to expand!" Jesse argued and I rolled my eyes.
"Woah woah, do I look like Muary povich to you guys? Here's your problem, you guys can't peddle meth for shit." Saul and and I laughed.
"They can't."
"And you can?" Saul asked and I scoffed.
"I can sell a pound for 65 grand in a night, I can peddle." I nodded.
"Here's what you guys need, you need a bigger distributor." Saul said and my dad shook his head.
"No, no we're not messing with another distributor." I glanced at my dad.
"Not some speed freak, you need an honest to God buisness man, someone who's been doing this for 20 years, and hasn't been caught. Only deals on bulk and ships almost everywhere." Saul pointed at us,"I'll make some calls, and you guys will go and meet him."
"Can they just do it?" I pointed to my dad and Jesse.
"Ya, I don't see why not, unless they're gonna say something stupid." Saul shrugged and I stood up.
"Good, then I'm leaving." I walked past my dad and around sauls chair.
"You're leaving?" Jesse asked.
"Yes I'm leaving, you two can keep me in the loop." I grabbed my keys off the table.
"Do you really wanna work with them?" Saul asked and cocked my head at him.
"Yes, and They'll keep me in the loop for the time being, cause if they don't, I'll be holding a gun to each of their heads." I smiled,"and maybe to yours."
"You're the muscle arent you?" Saul grinned.
"What?" I raised my brow at him.
"For a hefty bruise and cut right there." He pointed to his temple.
"I passed out and slammed my head on a toilet, I got pistol whipped by Tuco Salamanca."
"Cause you fought back huh? Makes you the muscle." He crossed his arms.
"I'm leaving, I'll you see at home." I spoke to my dad as I opened the door and walked out.
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─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *. a thousand miles away …
characters: takahashi kaori, nakamura mamiko
genre: fluff, quite a bit of angst but i swear it’s not that bad BSNDJDN
warnings: none !
summary: following the opening show of her very first tour, an exhausted kaori calls her mother—who’s thousands of miles away in new york city—for much needed comfort.
word count: 1.1k
a/n: aaaahh my first fic for kaori ! i’ve been waiting to write this one so y’all could get to know her mom better, so i hope y’all enjoy !
kaori softly closed the door of her hotel room, and let out a heavy sigh. she ran her hands through her dyed hair and resisted the urge to slide down the door, her legs turning into jelly the second she was allowed to relax. kaori knew that touring would take a lot out of her, but she still wished she was a bit more prepared for it.
the girl was hungry and beyond sleepy, and all she wanted was room service and a warm bed. however, as she placed her bag down and haphazardly tied her hair up, kaori remembered what she’d been aching to do since the day began.
“hey, siri.” kaori said, her voice low and heavy with exhaustion. “call mom.”
as her cellphone rang, kaori allowed herself to just think, taking much needed time to clear her mind. right now, her mother was off in new york, all alone in what used to be their apartment, working twelve hours, five days out of the week. of course, mamiko was a grown woman who could handle being alone, and she was definitely proud to see her daughter becoming so independent. but kaori was merely seventeen. she wasn’t an adult in japan or in the states. she wasn’t supposed to be independent right now. she missed her house, she missed her mother, and she didn’t want her to be alone. no matter how much she loved what she did.
kaori’s phone rang for a while longer, which caused her to look over at it in mild confusion. however, the moment she did, she heard a soft click.
it was her mom.
“hi, baby!” mamiko exclaimed. kaori relaxed the second she heard her mother’s voice. “how are you, sweetie?”
kaori smiled. “good.” she answered. “tired, but good.”
mamiko hummed. kaori heard shuffling in the background, as if her mother was trying to get comfortable. “so, how was your first concert? did you have fun?”
“i definitely did.” kaori answered with a sudden excitement in her voice, finally allowing herself to get comfortable on her end. “and you know what, mom? i can’t believe i sold out an arena made for ten thousand people. like, me. i did that.”
mamiko’s amused chuckle stopped kaori from rambling. “that you did, baby.” she said. “anything else?”
kaori hummed, trying to wrack her brain for something exciting other than ‘i started my tour.’ “well,” she began. “everything went well for the most part. nothing really happens on the first day, but i’m glad i got to… do that, at least. it’s not every day that you get to parapara with ten thousand of your fans.”
mamiko laughed, always endeared at her daughter’s sense of humor. “that sounds amazing, princess.” the woman said, the softest of smiles gracing her face. “i wish i could’ve been there to see it.”
kaori’s shoulders dropped. she took a breath, trying to push away the overwhelming feeling of sadness that had suddenly overtook her.
“i…” she started. her throat was tight. “i wish you were there, too, mom.”
the girl paused, attempting to swallow the lump in her throat. she was too late, however, as tears already started to sting at her hazel eyes. fuck. kaori didn’t want to cry. she was already so exhausted as it was.
but how could she not? her mother couldn’t even be there to see her first concert because she was in a completely different country. and what made it so much worse is that even though her father was in the same city as she was, he couldn’t see her, either. they weren’t even allowed in the same room. the thought alone made the tears fall from kaori’s eyes anyways. a sob escaped her lips, and even though she tried her best to muffle it, her mother still picked it up.
“i just…” kaori choked out, switching to english. a habit of hers whenever she got particularly emotional. “i just miss you so much, mom.”
mamiko’s face dropped at the sound of her daughter’s choked voice. “oh, baby…” she said, her voice falling to a soft whisper. “i know. i miss you, too, princess. with me in new york and you in tokyo, we’re both working so hard, right?”
kaori hummed, letting out a sound that was a cross between a sob and a choked laugh. “i want to go home.” she said, continuously wiping tears from her eyes. “i knew it would be hard, but i didn’t think it would be this hard.”
mamiko frowned. she knew how much kaori needed a hug, and her heart ached knowing that she couldn’t give one to her.
“listen, baby.” the older woman started. “you’re such a strong girl, okay? and this is only your first show. i know you’re not used to this yet, but you’ll get through it, alright princess? you have so many people around you that believe in you.”
kaori’s tears began to subside as she nodded in understanding. she must’ve forgotten the independent, hard working woman who raised her.
“and kaori-chan?” mamiko continued, switching back to japanese. “we both know how much you wanted this. don’t give up a day in.”
the girl in question began laughing. she was still a bit choked up, but leagues better than before. “you’re right.” kaori said, finally drying her eyes. “thank you, mom.”
mamiko smiled hearing the sadness subside from kaori’s voice. “you’re welcome, sweet pea.”
silence fell over mother and daughter for a while, minus kaori’s gradually decreasing sniffles. once again, the 17-year-old ran a hand through her hair, trying to smooth out her dyed locks in an effort to feel less disheveled.
“mom,” kaori suddenly said, breaking the momentary silence. her mother hummed. “you promise you’ll come to one of my concerts, right?”
mamiko nodded, although kaori couldn’t see it. “i promise, baby.” she responded. “i love you.”
it took everything in kaori to not burst into tears all over again. but she knew that if she couldn’t see her mother in person, then this phone call was the next best thing. “i love you too, mom.”
mamiko let out a breathy chuckle. “now, i have to go, sweetie. looks like my lunch break is over. unfortunately.”
kaori laughed. the first genuine laugh she let out since she called. “okay.” she said. “bye mom.”
“bye, princess.” mamiko replied. “don’t forget to call your dad, alright? tell him all about what happened today.”
kaori hummed, the smallest of smiles gracing her face. she held onto that promise like her life depended on it, already counting down the days until she could see her mother again. and, maybe—just maybe—her father, as well.
“i will.”
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Ficlet set after AYITL.
Rory can’t sleep. The baby is heavy inside her, the baby due soon, and the humidity is like a vice. Pushing herself out of bed, she makes her way wearily to the kitchen. Nights like these make her miss Jess the most. He brings drinks to her and breakfast on mornings where she feels too sleepy or pregnant to get up. Tonight, Jess is in Philadelphia, working all weekend and Rory misses all of him. Absently, she wonders what he tells his cowokers about her, what facts he leaves out, if any. It’s a strange situation. As Rory enters the kitchen she catches sight of herself in the window and wrinkles her nose. This is her? She’s so pregnant now that even her maternity clothes are tight and, while it’s the middle of the night, Rory strongly suspects she wears this exhausted expression all day. She hasn’t been sleeping well lately, hasn’t been sleeping well for months. Lorelai and Lane sympathetically say it’s the baby but Rory knows it’s not. It wasn’t supposed to go like this.
Mechanically, Rory pours a glass of water and stops as the baby kicks. Slowly, she sits at the table and quietly says, “Hey.” She waits but the baby doesn’t kick again and, hoping it isn’t some kind of sign, Rory drinks the water instead.
It wasn’t supposed to go like this. She was Valedictorian, always top of her class. Rory always had it figured out. A memory pops up of Paris manically informing her that Valedictorians do badly later in life. At the time, Rory had brushed it off as general Paris craziness, but what if her friend had actually been onto something? Was Rory destined to peak in high school and flail from there? No, that’s too depressing. It doesn’t seem too off the mark though. She got into Yale and then what? Dropped a class, slept with Dean, tried to be a journalist, got told she doesn’t have it and dropped out of school. Everyone has insisted Mitchum was wrong, that he was trying to mess with her, but sometimes Rory wonders. What was her response to that? Stealing a yacht and dropping out of school. She went back, got a good job after graduation but somehow it all got screwed up again. Grandpa died and Rory found herself back with Logan again, not getting anywhere with work and somehow winding up editor of the Stars Hollow paper. So much for a brilliant career. And then what happened when she finally broke it off with Logan? She got pregnant. Talk about timing.
Rory grabs a box of cookies. Ruminating over all this requires some kind of chocolate and, as per usual, she is wide awake. She has to do right by this baby. Lorelai keeps telling her she worries too much about it, that she’ll figure it out, but Rory can’t assume that. She always did the worrying as a kid. She worried about not getting the best grades, not disappointing her mom and not letting down her mother and grandparents who trusted that she was the do-over. The ironic thing is, Rory thinks bitterly, was that she was starting to figure it out. She was writing a book, ended things with Logan and felt like herself again. She still is writing a book, but Rory’s neglected it lately and the document is judging her from the computer. Her expanding stomach feels like a hindrance. She knows how the book ends, that she messed it up after all. All Rory knows is that she doesn’t want her daughter to feel like she messed up by being born. Rory knows the baby is a girl. She’s not sure of many things these days but somehow feels sure of that.
Rory finishes the cookies and waits, but still no kick. Maybe the baby’s shutting her out already. With that depressing thought Rory gets up to go to bed and startles as her phone starts ringing. Who’s calling this late? Finding the phone, she sleepily answers, “Hello?”
“Hey.”
“Jess!” Rory exclaims, a lightness filling her chest. “I didn’t see your name on the call.”
“My phone died. I’m using one of the cellphones at Truncheon.”
“Huh.”
“That’s my line.”
Rory laughs, asking, “Why are you calling so late?”
“I said I’d call tonight but we were so busy it was insane.”
“Worse than Luke’s?”
“Way worse.”
“Wow.”
“I figured you might be awake,” Jess says. “It’s not midnight yet.”
“I was wide awake but Jess, you must be exhausted!”
“Yeah, but I said I’d call. I wanted to call.”
Rory smiles and says, “Well, you didn’t have to worry about waking me.”
“What’s up?”
“Just worrying.”
“Vague and succinct all at once. Again, isn’t that my speciality?”
“Jess…”
“Okay, okay. What’s the worry?”
“Just…general stuff,” Rory says, aware that she’s being vague again. “I want to be a good mom.”
“You will.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I know you. You’ll figure it out.”
“You sound like Mom.”
“A rare occasion where Lorelai and I agree on something -take it.”
“I can’t assume that,” Rory argues, straightening despite the ache in her back. “How do I know for sure? How do I know for sure it will be okay?”
There’s a pause and then Jess says, “No one knows anything for sure, Rory.”
“Great.”
“But how is worrying about it going to change anything?”
“I need to be prepared.”
“And lying awake stressing is being prepared?”
Rory takes a breath and says, “I worried a lot as a kid. I worried right through until Yale and then things got messed up and I decided I wasn’t going to worry anymore and it just got more messed up.”
“You lost me.”
“Jess, I worried about doing a good job and then I got told I didn’t have it anyway. I felt like I shouldn’t worry about being the best, making it as a journalist because there wasn’t any point. And then when I couldn’t get any work last year, I figured why worry about that. And now here I am.”
“So you think worrying is what, some kind of fail-safe?”
“I don’t know,” Rory says wearily. “I just know that things seemed more in control when I thought about them. Worried about them.”
“And you think worrying about being a mom will mean you don’t mess up? And not worrying will mean you don’t care?”
“I guess,” Rory says quietly and she hears Jess let out a long sigh.
“Shit happens, Rory.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“Freaking about it won’t stop it. You think worrying stops it? You worried about doing a good job with Mitchum, right? And he still said that junk to you.”
“But I wasn’t worried I was doing badly,” Rory argues. “You see?”
“You cared about doing things well though, right?”
“Yeah,” Rory admits and Jess says, “That guy said those things because he was jerk, end of. You know it wasn’t you. You know worrying doesn’t change how life happens.”
“I just…I want to do this right.”
“No one can do life perfectly. It’s not how it works.”
“Yeah,” Rory says quietly and laughs as Jess adds, “Not trying to mansplain here.”
“You’re not. I know I can’t see how it’s gong to go. I guess I just feel bad about it all.”
“Bad about being pregnant?”
“Bad about the whole year. I’ve had the worst writer’s block this week and I think it’s because I keep thinking that the ending is, well, this.”
“Hey.”
“I’m writing about growing up as this ambitious girl and look where I am.”
“Yeah, look where you are – you went to Yale, worked as a journalist and now you’re writing a book.”
“And dealing with this.”
“That doesn’t make it a bad ending. You’re dealing with something unexpected – that’s life, right? It’s a great story.”
“I don’t know how to write it.”
“Yeah, you do. You’ll figure it out.”
“You sure about that?”
“I know that.”
“Okay,” Rory says, taking a breath. “Okay, I’m going to get some sleep. Try, anyway. Thanks, Jess.”
“Anytime. Missing you.”
“You too.”
Rory ends the call but instead of going to bed she wanders over to the laptop and opens the draft. Tentatively, she reads through a paragraph, enters a sentence and stops as she feels a kick. Smiling, Rory sits back and exhales. She can write the story.
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Burned at Both Ends||Self-Para
Everyone would tell Alex Morales that being a firefighter was one of the most ‘noble’ jobs anyone could have. And sure, maybe it was. But it wasn’t like that was the reason why he had done it. He wasn’t looking for glory. He wasn’t looking for thanks. Alex didn’t care about any of that. All he wanted was to help people. There were several other jobs he could have chosen as well. Both of his mother’s could remind him of that whenever he would mention he got any type of wound of the job. Alex understood that too. He could have. But firefighting just called to him. And who was he to turn down a calling such as that?
Being on call was such an interesting concept to him. For one week, every twelve weeks, Alex would be called to go into work and help with whatever was needed. It was technically time and a half, so that was a plus, but it wasn’t like he ever got called. Or anyone did, for that matter. The fire department was extremely adept at their job and they rarely needed the extra hands. And yet, every firefighter at the station was forced to be on call and wait for a call that never came.
Except for tonight.
Alex had been sitting on his couch, cuddling with his cat Bustopher when his cellphone began to ring. It was a very specific ringtone that he only used when he was, indeed, on call. Immediately, he pushed the cat from his lap and answered the call, “Yeah, Alex Morales.” He answered and much to his surprise, instructions were given to him about a call that he actually had to run. There was a high school right across the bridge from Staten Island that needed immediate assistance. The fire truck would be there when he arrived, he was told, and all he would need was his gear, which Alex brought with him home. Or, well, kept it in his car. He wasn’t lugging that shit up to his apartment.
He hung up the phone, patted his cat on the head, then headed out within minutes. For once, the on call thing was working out. He would have to tell the guys back at the station about that considering it was a different station that called for backup. Hopping in his car, Alex quickly started the engine and zipped off, heading in the direction of the school. Luckily for him, traffic was moving fine and he was able to get there within about fifteen minutes (speeding heavily, of course, but it was New York. Who didn’t speed on the freeways?).
Pulling himself from his car and opening up the back car door, Alex quickly geared up (something they all were trained to do) and he rushed up to the fire truck with his helmet under his arm, “What’s the status?” He asked as soon as one of the other firefighters noticed him approaching.
“It was a school dance. Grease fire started it.” He was told, “We’re working on evacuating everyone still. The entire back of the school is burnt down, unfortunately.”
“How many left do we think are in there? Is everyone out of the back?” Alex asked, his brows furrowing.
“From what we know, there are some groups of kids that are hiding in one of the bathrooms, but we haven’t found which one yet. And we’re pretty confident we got everyone out from the back.”
‘Pretty confident’ wasn’t good enough for him, however. Not from his men, at least. He wasn’t sure how the Brooklyn fire department ran. “Understood.” Alex said simply and put his helmet on. Walking to the back of the truth, he grabbed an axe and immediately headed towards the building. It seemed that they were concentrating moving in and out of the front of the building. Alex decided to find a different entrance. He wanted to lay eyes upon the back of the building himself before he did anything else.
Approaching one of the side doors, Alex slammed the blade of the axe down onto the chain that held the door closed a few times before snapped and he was able to kick the door open. Smoke filled the halls and he placed his oxygen mask over his nose and mouth immediately before he went any further. His dark eyes shifted back and forth for a moment before he began to move further into the building, towards the thick and dark, billowing smoke.
The further he moved into the building, the harder it was to see, which was why he wasn’t confident they had found everyone. Some of the back of the building was still standing which warranted another look through. The doors to the classrooms were crumbling by the time he had made it back there so looking into each of the rooms was pretty simple. He peered his head into each room before shouting, “Anyone in here?!” He repeated this in several different rooms and each one came back empty. Maybe they were right.
Alex was just about to head back up, searching for the bathroom where the others were, when he heard some commotion come from of the rooms that he hadn’t fully examined. His brows furrowed and he immediately turned back, heading towards the sound. As he got closer, he some muffled shouting from the back of the room. Stepping in further, avoiding the raging fire that was surrounding him from felt like every direction, Alex looked around for a moment, spotting what seemed to be a closet. He gingerly approached the door and opened it up, watching it falling apart almost immediately. He shook his head and spotted three teenagers, no older than thirteen, inside the small space. One of them was passed out and the other two were clearly panicking. Understandably so.
“I’m going to get you out of here, one at a time. I promise, you’re going to be okay.” He would make sure of it, “I’m going to get your friend first, then I’ll be back for you--” He pointed towards the teenage girl, “And then you.” He pointed to the boy, “Do not leave this spot, do you understand?” Alex shouted above the roaring fire, watching them slowly nod, “Keep your heads as low as possible.” Removing his self-breathing apparatus, Alex placed it on the ground and removed the mask from his face, passing it to the boy, “Keep breathing.” Alex instructed as picked up the small teenage boy who was unconscious on the ground. Holding him tightly against his chest, Alex stepped through the mounds of fire and burning pieces of building, working on getting this child out of the building. He held his breath as he did so, knowing what he did was foolish. But if he didn’t, those kids would probably be dead within minutes. There was no way they could survive that smoke inhalation.
He managed to traverse through the school yet again and busted through the doors, taking a deep breath as soon as he exited. Alex gingerly placed the teen onto the ground before he grabbed his walkie talkie and headed back inside, “I found three teenagers in the back of the school. One is out, on the ground, unconscious. I’m getting the other two now. Over and out.” Alex could hear one of the other firefighters speaking to him but he couldn’t hear what they were saying over the fire. It didn’t make anyway. He had a job to do.
Once again, he made his way back to classroom and approached the closet again. Without a word, he scooped up the girl like he said he would and carried her out without much issue. She kept herself tucked so closely to Alex as he moved, which made the job much easier. He didn’t have to worry about her getting burnt or anything (more than she was). Dropping her off outside as well, Alex took another well deserved breath before he headed back inside for the hopefully the last time back there.
Each time he entered the back of the school, the fire destroyed more and more. Support beams from the ceiling were steadily crumbling and Alex knew he had maybe a few minutes to get the boy of out there. The heat from the fire was getting to point that even Alex was finding it unbearable. But he couldn’t stop. He wouldn’t. Stepping back inside the classroom, he grabbed the last teenager and immediately began to head out. Debris was falling in every direction and as he was walking down the hallway, the ceiling suddenly collapsed blocking him from going back out the door he had been, “Fuck.” He sighed out as he began to look for another exit. Anything. Another door, a window, a hole in the wall...
His lungs were burning so intensely as he looked for a solution but he refused to stop moving. The teenager in his arms was so petrified and the man wanted nothing more than to get him out of the fire. He had left his breathing appartus back in the closet, unfortunately, and he was getting worried for the boy. Taking a brief moment to remove his helmet, he placed it over the boy’s head, figuring it was at least something. The smoke burned at his eyes. The heat singed his skin as he walked through the flames, desperately looking for an exit.
Busting through another classroom on the opposite side of the hall, he spotted a window there. That would have to do. He surveyed the room for a moment, noting the unstable ceiling above them but there wasn’t much of a choice, “Get down on the ground.” He instructed the boy as he placed him onto the floor, in one of the few spots where the fire hadn’t intruded. Reaching into his tool pouch, the male walked up to the window and smashed it to pieces with Snagger tool. It wasn’t meant for breaking windows but it would have to do. Clearing out more of the window with his gloves, he released a breath and turned back towards the teenager.
Hearing a creaking above them once again, the male looked up and spotted one of the support beams beginning to snap. Dashing forward, his body practically collided with the teenager as he pushed him flat against the ground and used his own body to protect the boy from ceiling collapsing down. One of beams collided directly with the back of Alex’s head, causing him to fall unconscious as the weight of the ceiling crushed down upon his body, still protecting the teenager beneath him.
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Pink to Habanero
粉色与哈瓦那辣椒
ピンクとハバネロ
Chapter 16
We see Miyao talking on her cellphone while on the train with Kurose. She’s speaking to a train station staff (probably the one at Aosaka-machi), going, “I see… Then, before we arrive, please help us to look out for her!”
Miyao then turns to Kurose and tells him that from what she’s gained, there’s still no report of anyone getting lost at Aosaka-machi station. Kurose replies that it’s the same at the other neighbouring train stations. Miyao impatiently mumbles, asking for the train to hurry so that they can reach Aosaka-machi soon.
Kurose then says (still looking a little anxious), “...Today is my dad’s birthday. Perhaps this is why she went to look for him…”
“Actually, my dad is most likely overseas right now, but Mitsuki doesn’t know that.”
Miyao looks at Kurose and reassures him by saying, “It’ll be fine! We’ll find her…!”, when her phone rings.
Checking her phone, Miyao realizes that the call is from the train station! She picks up the call and after a moment, she exclaims with great relief to Kurose, “They said that Mitsuki is there!”
Kurose reacts loudly, “She’s there?!!”
Kurose’s outburst causes everyone on the train to turn their heads towards him disapprovingly (he also realizes his mistake) while Miyao tries to shush him. Regardless, both Miyao and Kurose heave a sigh of relief, going, “Thank goodness…”
As Miyao and Kurose both realise that they said the same thing at the same time, they glance at each other, then lightly chuckle to themselves. Miyao reminds Kurose, “Don’t flare up at her later.” and he responds, “...You’re right.”
In the next scene, we’re at Aosaka-machi station and Kurose is angrily scolding, “What were you thinking, Mitsuki!!!”
We see that Mitsuki is hiding behind Miyao and Miyao says to Kurose, “Leave it, leave it—”, while thinking, ‘Didn’t I already tell you not to get mad?!!’.
Miyao looks at Mitsuki and gently asks, “You wanted to look for your father, didn’t you?” and Mitsuki timidly answers yes. Mitsuki explains that she wanted to give her father a drawing and gift packet, but she got lost after she left the train station. (The drawing of their father looks like an angry man, but Mitsuki drew a birthday cake with many flowers and hearts around him, and it says “Happy birthday, Daddy”)
Miyao looks at Mitsuki’s drawing and goes, “...What a heartfelt drawing!!! (I’m sure your father will be delighted to receive it!!)”
Patting Mitsuki’s head, Kurose tells her to give her present to their dad next time, and Mitsuki replies, “Okay!”
Miyao then says, “Mitsuki-chan, next time, don’t leave the house without informing anyone, okay? That was my first time seeing Kurose-kun in such a panicked state.”
Kurose sternly responds, “Forget you saw that.”. Covering his face a little out of embarrassment, Kurose continues, saying, “It was so embarrassing.”
Miyao looks at Kurose without replying, but thinks to herself, ‘...Weren’t you so worried because you were concerned about Mitsuki? It’s super cool, don't you know?’
Later, the three of them are on the train home and they are arriving at the stop for Kurose’s house. Kurose wakes Mitsuki up (she was probably sleeping on the train) and Miyao says to quickly bring her home.
When the train door opens, Miyao notices a woman standing outside and is amazed by how beautiful she looks.
However, in the next moment, we see the woman going, “What were you thinking, Mitsuki!!”, which shocks Miyao. (It’s exactly the same reaction as Kurose, lol)
Kurose goes, “Wow, Mum, you knew which train carriage we were in.”. Miyao jolts in sudden realization that the woman is Kurose’s mother.
Mitsuki is in their mother’s embrace while their mother says to her, “Did you know how worried I was? Geez…”
Kurose’s mother then notices Miyao and asks, “...This person is?”. Kurose introduces Miyao to his mother, saying, “This is Miyao. She helped me to search for Mitsuki. (We’re classmates.)”
Kurose’s mother bows deeply to Miyao to express her gratitude, and Miyao also bows back, feeling extremely nervous.
Miyao thinks to herself that Kurose’s mother is very courteous and wonders if she is a working mother. Miyao also looks at Kurose talking with his mother and thinks to herself that Kurose and his mother are really alike. She also gets dazzled by the aura from the Kurose family (they’re too good-looking for Miyao to handle, I guess, LOL).
The train signals that it will be departing soon, so Miyao turns to board the train. She looks at the Kurose family and says that she will be leaving, but they are still talking amongst themselves (Mitsuki says that she wants to eat omurice, their mum says okay, later, and Kurose says that he’ll prepare it).
Miyao smiles upon seeing them and thinks that she’ll just leave quietly without disturbing them. However, Kurose suddenly holds onto Miyao’s shoulder and says, “Thank you.”
Looking straight at Miyao, Kurose says, “I’m really glad that Miyao was with me.”
Then, we see Miyao’s point of view - the train door closed, Kurose standing outside, looking in at her through the window while the train leaves the platform. Miyao has a light blush on her face.
Later, we see that Miyao has reached home, changed into her pyjamas and is lying on her bed. She calls Riri on the phone and when Riri asks her what’s up, Miyao says,
“I… I’ve fallen for Kurose-kun.”
Riri remains silent, and Miyao asks if Riri was listening.
Then, Riri squeals loudly over the phone, “WAHHH—!!! I’ve waited for so long—!!! (It’s finally the love topic—!!!)”, such that Miyao has to jerk her phone away from her ear.
Riri then asks excitedly, “Do you have a date with him? Quick, ask him out!!”
Hearing Riri’s question, Miyao gets flustered and complains, “Why does everyone keep talking about going on a date?! I just can’t!”
Riri goes, “Why~~~?!” and Miyao answers (while flailing her legs on her bed), “It’s because… if I ask him out, wouldn’t it reveal that I like him!?”
Riri asks, “...What?” and Miyao continues, saying, “If it’s revealed that I like him… Kurose-kun will respond, won’t he?”
“I’m really scared of that… I don’t wanna be rejected…”
We see Riri wiping her hair dry as she says, “...Is that so?”
Riri: Then, you’re just going to keep waiting like this? (Will Kurose-kun come to you on his own accord?)
Miyao: …To wait…
Riri: Regardless, Mugi-chan, I think that actively pursuing your own love is really attractive and charming!
Miyao (falling asleep): Rea…lly…?
Miyao thinks to herself that Riri is really cool, while Riri tells Miyao, “Anyway, just ask him out on a date! A date!”
Miyao doesn’t respond, so Riri goes, “...Mugi-chan? Mugi-chan~~~?! Hello~~~?! (Have you fallen asleep?!)”, while we see that Miyao has drifted off to sleep.
Miyao narrates: Just as Riri said, a date, date… if I succeed in asking him out, I’ll surely be super happy.
The next morning, we see thumping noises in the Miyao household. Miyao’s mother opens Miyao’s bedroom door hastily and yells for her to get up. Miyao is still groggy from sleep, going, “Huh……?” while her mum nags at her to change her clothes quickly and go to the living room.
Miyao is too tired to care and decides to just go to the living room in her pyjamas and bed hair. However, her eyes widen when she sees who it is.
It’s Kurose, who greets her good morning with a smile. Miyao’s mother explains, “He’s here to say thanks, Mugi-chan. It must have been tough for you guys yesterday. (He’s told me.)”
Meanwhile, Miyao is still in a state of shock, going, “Eh, ah. Um…”, then complaining, “Anyway, Mama!! You should have told me that we had a visitor!! (I’m still dressed like this…)”. Miyao’s mother answers that she already yelled for Miyao a few times, but tells Miyao to sit down. (We see Kurose chuckling a little to himself after looking at their interaction)
Kurose says, “It’s my fault for visiting all of a sudden, I’m sorry.”
Miyao’s mother (who obviously looks smitten with Kurose) answers, “It’s fine~~~ You even gave us a melon~~~” (Miyao’s dad looks at his wife judgingly, LMAO. Also, Miyao asks Kurose if he was laughing to himself just now.)
Kurose says to Miyao’s parents with a polite smile, “I’ve been under Miyao-san’s care more than I'd like to admit.” Miyao shoots Kurose a dirty look upon hearing that, thinking to herself, ‘What a bunch of nonsense—!! You make fun of me all the time—!!!’
Getting up, Kurose says that he’ll be taking his leave. However, Miyao’s mother asks, “Ah, already? That’s lonely.”
Kurose switches on his Knight mode and answers with his charming lady-killer aura, “I just came to express my gratitude.”
Completely charmed, Miyao’s mother tells Miyao to send Kurose to the front door, while Miyao is rolling her eyes at Kurose’s Knight mode.
At the hallway, Miyao fixes her hair and asks Kurose how he obtained her home address. Kurose replies that he asked the Knight cafe boss for it. Thinking to herself that Kurose is courteous (just like his mother), Miyao thanks him for coming.
Kurose then says, “...Oh, right. Next time, let’s hang out together again.”
Miyao blushes at the statement and thinks, ‘Eh?’. Kurose continues, saying, “Io and the rest said so.”
We see Miyao becoming flustered, going, “Ah! O-okay…”. She thinks to herself, ‘Yeah, that’s right. Kurose-kun wouldn’t ask me out.’
However, Miyao recalls Riri’s words: “Do you have a date with him? Quick, ask him out!!”, and thinks that she needs to do it herself.
Mustering her courage, Miyao blurts out (while Kurose is about to open the front door), “Ku…Kurose-kun.”
Kurose turns back to look at Miyao.
Nervously scrunching the cloth of her pyjama shorts, Miyao blushingly asks, “Next- next time… can the two of us… hang out…?”
Miyao squeezes her eyes shut and lowers her head in embarrassment while Kurose looks at her. She thinks, ‘I… I’ve said it…’
Miyao’s heart is thumping loudly in her chest as she thinks, ‘Maybe it would have been better if I said it more like as friends? Have I gotten my true feelings across to him?’
‘Ah… I can’t take it back anymore. What’s going to be his answer…?’
Miyao’s eyes open wide when she hears Kurose answer, “Sure.”
Raising her head to look at Kurose, Miyao sees him looking back at her and saying, “Let’s set the details at a later time.”
Then, Kurose closes the door behind him. We see Miyao collapsing to the floor in disbelief. Blushing wildly, she thinks, ‘...Is this…for real~~~~!?!?!?’
#pink to habanero#manga#love#romance#romance manga#shojo#shojo manga#shojo romance#shoujo#spoilers#manga translation
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The Love Sorrow
One fine morning while I was watching the sunrise and sipping my coffee on my room someone caught my attention, it’s a girl like my same age she was walking with her dog and humming a song. She’s so beautiful like I can’t take off my eyes out of her, she has long wavy hair, kissable lips, a perfect body and 5’6 height. I want to approach her but I can’t because I have a condition called Xeroderma Pigmentosum (XP) it’s a rare inherited condition passed down through families, I’m sensitive in sunlight and it’s a high risk of developing cancers on my eyes or eyelids. XP causes the skin and tissue covering the eye to be extremely sensitive to ultraviolet light (UV), If the sunlight touch my skin it will cause a sunburn that does not heal after just a little bit of sun exposure also it leaves patches of discolored skin that get worse, resembling severe aging.
On the evening I ask my mother if I can go to Baywalk with my bestfriend Leo and she said yes so me and leo go to baywalk walk around to have a fresh air, eat some street foods like barbeque, isaw and many more. When we were on our way home, leo suddenly announced that he was going to the cr to pee first, I agreed and said I would wait for him on the tricycle, while I was walking I didn't notice that there was someone I was going to meet and we bumped into each other which caused after she fell on the pavement, I helped her stand up and apologized for what I had done when I raised my head and I was surprised by what I saw, she was the woman I saw the other day. I was about leave but I stopped when she said “I’m sorry” I answered even though I was nervous and said It’s ok. When I’m going to leave she suddenly grabbed my arms which surprised me, I look at her eyes, her eyes is so beautiful and it make me hypnotized and I was brought back to reality when she suddenly spoke
“Hi I’m Kierra, what’s your name?” even though I was shy I still answered her that “I’m Lucas its nice to meet you” and shake hands with her, I was surprised when she say “Were friends from now on” she asked for my number and then left while waving at me. I was anxious that I didn’t even feel Leo coming to my side and he ask me who is she and I just answered that she was a new friend, After saying that I tell Leo to get home because its already late.
One day while I was playing my guitar I suddenly received a message on my cellphone and when I read it I was surprised because the person who messages me was Kierra and she invited me to meet again at the baywalk I don’t know what to do so I called Leo immediately and told him what happened, Leo said that I should get ready and wear a decent clothes for our meeting after getting ready for 2 hours I went to the baywalk and looked for her, I saw her at a restaurant while looking around and I think I was the one she was looking for so I came to where she was and sat in front of him, she was surprised by my sudden appearance but she also smiled after that and that’s when we started talking about our personal lives, she also share her problem and I was listening to her, I also share my problems but I didn’t tell her about my condition I was afraid that she might leave me so I didn’t say anything about my conditions and just kept my mouth shut.
Since that day, we have always seen each other, but only every night. I know that there are many questions in her mind, but she doesn't tell me, maybe she feels that I am not comfortable talking about it, after a few months, we completely fell in love with I courted her one by one and she answered me, Our relationship with our family is legal and supported, Her parents already know about my condition and only they know and no one else. One night Kierra and I met again at the baywalk, we ate street foods, we ate balut and many other things we did and I didn't realize the time when I looked at the sky I was surprised the sun was slowly rising I looked at my watch and was surprised to see that it was 5:20 in the morning and the sun was about to rise because I was so panicked and I ran away from Kierra while she was chasing me and asking what was happening? why I was running away from her I wanted to answer her but I was busy that my brain panicked when I was about to get on the tricycle was the same time when my parents arrived and they quickly put me in the car I thought everything was ok but it turns out it wasn't because the sunlight hit my skin caused the sun burn and leave patches, we went to my doctor and asked what would happen I was surprised by what I heard I don't know if I'm ready for this, I don't know how I can say it to Kierra. After a few days I was always in my room and was forbidden to leave the house while my feelings got worse and worse until one day I was surprised to see the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was the face of Kierra, the face of my beloved, the looks like I will never get tired of looking at it.
I held her cheek and stroked it while she closed her eyes and felt my palm when I looked at her face there I saw the tears gradually falling in her eyes I was hurt to see my love was crying in front of me and I’m the reason of her crying, I told her not to cry anymore and I thought if I went out and was with her at the last moment, at first she didn't agree but she didn't do anything because my decision was complete when my parents found out they cried and didn't agree but in the end I got them to agree because that was my last wish for them, we talked about going for a walk on the baywalk where that place is the witness of our love, while we were walking I looked at her face memorizing every detail from hair to eyelashes, nose, lips, cheeks and others, as we walk longer and longer I can feel the pain in my body little by little, I was feeling weak, I invited her to go to seat on one side and when we sat down, I hugged her very tightly and said my last word on her “I love you my paraluman” and that's when my body completely weakened and my vision was slowly swallowed by the dark but before I could finally say goodbye I heard what she said “I love you too my angel” while crying.
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𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale × Reader
Summary: You wanted to meet Ransom's family, he wanted to make sure you'd never want it again.
Word count: 3k.
Warning: Poorly written smut (+18 only, please), public sex (prompt 11), fingering, unprotected sex (don't do that, kids. be responsible), a bit of dirty talk, the Thrombeys being the Thrombeys. And I think that's it.
A/N: So, after finding out one of my stories was stolen an translated in Wattpad, I did not know if I should post this just yet but, what the hell? Let's do it. Anyway, this is for @stargazingfangirl18 and @navybrat817 's Shameless Hoes for Chris Challenge so, happy belated birthday! Yaaay. 🥳 Hope you like this at least a little and that it's not as bad as my paranoid brain thinks it is. Also, I just love how the prompts fit perfectly together, don't you? As always, lack of vocabulary and grammatical mistakes abound. *apologizes in español*
Wheel results (just attaching evidence):
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Draining, tedious, exasperating. Those were some of the adjectives Ransom associated with Thrombey family reunions. He'd arrive late, have some sort of conversation with his grandfather and leave early to do whatever that took him away from that big house.
Today though, he had a reason to stay for more than half an hour.
If it was up to him, you two would have stayed at home, happy, relaxed, and most importantly, naked in his bed, having a more pleasant time than the one you were most likely about to have.
He tried to persuade you. Of course he did! But your insistence and puppy eyes made it impossible for him to say no to your request.
So, here you were, getting out of his car, cake in sweaty hands and an excited smile on your lips, an expression so different from Ransom's, who seemed to be ready to get back behind the wheel and drive straight to Canada.
He didn't knock; he simply opened the door and held it for you to enter. If the three floor house was imposing from the outside, you felt impressed by the inside. Extravagant sculptures, apparently expensive paintings and other kinds of pieces of art were scattered everywhere, telling you just how wealthy and eccentric Ransom's family were.
“That's Harlan Thrombey! ” You exclaimed as you stood in front of the portrait of your forever favorite author holding a knife and a book.
“So?” Ransom asked, unconcerned.
You turned to him open-mouthed, the cake almost slipping off your palms as you went to playfully slap him in the arm.
“How come you are related to Harlan Thrombey and you didn't tell me?” Your question was more of a shock than an accusation.
The carefree gesture he did with his shoulders only accentuated his next words. “I did not think you would be interested in knowing.”
“I wouldn’t be interested?” Incredulity, flowing out of your lips. “He’s the best thriller author of all time! He’s like today’s Edgar Allan Poe!”
To say that you didn't believe him was an understatement. He knew for a fact that you liked Harlan Thrombey's books, just taking a look at the bookshelf in your apartment was proof enough of that.
“We call him grandpa here.” Said a femenine voice. A brunette walked in your direction, her pretty features hardening as she looked at your boyfriend. “Don't we, Hugh?”
He seemed to be ready to say something but decided not to. Instead he inhaled and placed his hand on your back.
“This is Y/N, the only reason I’m not telling you what you need to hear right now.”
Her eyes rolled in irritation and then turned to you. “I’m Meg. Let's introduce you to the rest of the family, shall we?.” And she dragged you to the room where more people were gathered together, discussing something, not before sending a deadly glare at Ransom.
Given the distance between you and him, you didn't listen to the heavy sigh he let out before waking behind.
“Everyone!” Meg called, making everyone leave whatever they were doing to look at her –and you, in consequence. “Meet Y/N, Hugh's new friend.” She then proceeded to introduce every single member of the family, including the housekeeper and the nurse, except for the grandfather, who apparently had a moment of inspiration and left them momentarily to put his ideas on paper.
None of them left their seat to go and shake your hand except for Meg's energetic mom, who hugged you and expressed how much she loved your coat even though it was soooo last season.
Sitting on a couch next to Ransom, you half expected someone to ask you about how you two met or how long had you been dating or what was it that you did for a living. Nothing. As fast as their attention was on you, it fell from you to their previous discussion.
You now understood why Ransom jokingly suggested deep cleaning the house instead of attending that reunion.
What you weren't aware of, Ransom thought, was that all of them were behaving wonderfully compared to previous times.
You didn't know if you felt more disappointed or uncomfortable. Ransom had left your side to go to the studio for a second and you had barely had any interaction with his family. All of them, dipped in their own matters to even notice your presence.
Fran, the housekeeper, was kind enough to take the cake to the kitchen and offer you a glass of water, but after giving it to you, she disappeared along with Meg and the nurse.
“So,” All at once, the room went quiet as Ransom's uncle spoke. “Have you read any of dad's books, Y/N?” Only until you heard your name was that your head snapped up.
“Oh, uhm… yeah. I'm a big fan.” Taken by surprise, you simply answered.
“Really? Which one have you read?”
And to that question, you felt suddenly included in the conversation since you had knowledge of the topic.
“I'm like fifty pages from finishing 'The Needle Game' and intrigue is eating me alive.” As you heard the excitement in your voice, you tried to compose yourself and said “Though 'Nick Of Time' is my favorite.” You smiled at him, hoping that your answer was a good one.
The woman that was introduced to you as Ransom's mother nodded as she licked her lips. The light of the fireplace, reflecting on her glasses as she moved her head up and down.
“Have you read 'Ultimatum' or 'Drop In The Pocket', dear?” Her tone was curious, but the look on her face said differently.
You responded anyway. “They're not bad. I feel like the ending of 'Drop In The Pocket' was a little vague and out of line but it can always be interpreted as an open ending so…” The change in their expressions told you that you had to add something else to that answer. Maybe it was not time for literature humor yet. “But I enjoyed both.”
She hummed and took her drink, detaching from the talk that continued with courtesy questions until it morphed into a heated discussion between Ransom's father and uncle, who would repeatedly ask for your opinion to back up his own.
The discomfort you felt, dispelled to be replaced by the disturbance of being bombarded with dozens of questions at a time, each louder than the other until they changed to a completely different topic to which you were occasionally included as a neutral point of view.
“She knows what she's talking about!” Said Richard at some point when you confirmed one of his arguments. “Thank you, dear.”
Ransom came back from his obligatory argument with his grandfather to find you nowhere to be seen.
“She's using the bathroom.” Informed Jacob, who did not take his eyes off of his cellphone.
Thinking that you went there to hide, he started his way to your potential direction until an overheard observation from his mother stopped him halfway through.
“… Did you hear how she talked about dad's work? Oh, I assure you she won't make it to next week with Ransom.”
Her and Richard's backs were to him, both of them unaware that their son was listening to their share of opinions.
“And did you see her hands?” Joni joined the criticism contest. “She could use some moisturizer, I tell you.”
As usual, they ignored her attempt to fit in and kept going.
“I know it's contradictory to say this,” Richard paused, as to make his point clear. “But he could do better.”
Despite their whispering, Ransom heard every single word and was glad that you were not there to see what was about to happen…
Ransom's words stuck on his throat when he saw you making your way out of the bathroom, fixing the skirt of your dress, with such niceness and warmth directed to him as you smiled, oblivious to the fact that the people you were trying to get to like you weren't going to.
His parents were right. He could do better. He could determine to not see them ever again and it would be the best thing to happen to him… Besides you, obviously.
“What's wrong?” Your concern was evident, just as his annoyance was undeniable.
Cold hands caressed his cheeks and Ransom thought of going back to Joni and tell her to fuck off. Your touch was soft, comforting, and gave him the greatest idea he'd ever had.
“I want to show you something.” Was his answer. It was better if you were the one who decided to never step on that house for the rest of your lives. It didn't matter if it was out of embarrassment.
Taking your hand in his, he guided you up the stairs to the first landing. The creaking sound of the old structure, probably alerting everyone in the other room that you were going to the next floor.
“Are you okay?” The sweet giggle that you let out when he abruptly stopped, almost making him feel bad about what he was seconds away from doing.
“Better than ever.” And he stamped his lips to yours.
Taken aback, it took you a second to respond. Hands on each side of his face as his own explored your body. When his fingers lifted your dress to caress your ass cheeks was when you ended the kiss.
“What are you doing?” You asked in a breathless whisper. “Not that I'm complaining.”
You were cornered against the wall with Ransom towering in front of your smaller frame.
Trying to escape from whatever he had in mind was useless, you knew that much. Though, you were not sure if you really wanted to escape.
“What I've been wanting to do ever since you got a shower without me this morning.” His lips found your jaw and descended to your neck where he sucked to create a bruise. Your eyes closed to the sensation.
“Wait. No, wait.” His fingertip that had started rubbing your still clothed bud paused it's motions as his eyes focused back on your face. “We can't do it. Not here.”
Ransom's finger went back to work, bringing a soft moan that you tried to suppress. “Why not? No one's gonna come here.” His other hand moved up your thigh to lift it. “Even if they did, they wouldn't notice.”
With an expert swing of his wrist, he moved your panties aside, letting the cold air that wandered inside the house hit you before his skilled middle finger entered you while still managing to rub your clit in circles with his thumb.
Adrenaline ran through your veins, fuel activating every nerve in your body and shaking away fear from your brain, replacing it with lust and boldness.
“I'm blaming you if we get caught.” Your hips jolted forward wanting to feel more of his hand, the contradiction between your words and actions, making him smirk.
He added a second finger. Knuckles deep and his cold ring slowly warming against the inside of your thigh, he said, “I'll take responsibility, sweetheart.” Pumping his fingers in and out, he felt your slick running down the back of his hand to his wrist, wetting his overly expensive watch and the cuff of his cozy sweater .“But I can't assure you we won't get caught.”
His words, instead of working as a bucket of cold water as one would expect, increased your need to be touched by him, the yearning for him to take you right there and then.
“Damn it, Ransom.” One of your hands flew to his shoulder to hold onto him for dear life. “I'm close.”
“You're not cumming unless I'm inside you, pretty thing.” At what point did he unfasten his belt and unzipped his trousers, you had no idea. The friction of his digits was gone in a second but the feeling of his already leaking tip rubbing against your most sensitive parts was enough to make you forget about those trifles.
Your lips opened, ready to tell him to keep his voice down when he suddenly thrusted home, stretching you out so deliciously that you had to cover your mouth to muffle the moan that threatened to inform everyone of your current activities.
Ransom's breathing hitched. Being inside you was a dream come true, feeling your walls enveloping his cock so fucking good… it was like you were made for each other, and he was going to prove it, even if his family didn't really get to know.
His hips started moving. Back and forth, back and forth. Delicately at first, letting you adjust to his size but the second he felt you throbbing around him, he increased the pace. Little by little his pounds gained power and energy.
Your whimpers –stuck in your throat, leaving only soft snuffles that crashed against Ransom's cheek, soon became more rapid, erratic and as his fingers dug in the flesh of your thigh to keep you still while he accommodated to go even deeper you heard a creaking noise.
Your boyfriend's blue eyes met yours, his movements never faltering despite the alert given by the dark wooden floor under your feet.
There was a conflict in your head, and Ransom could tell. The way you tightened and the pleading look on your face told different stories, yet Ransom knew they had the same ending.
Shaking your head, your eyes asked him not to do it, but you knew Ransom well enough to be sure that not even begging could stop him.
“You love it, don't you?” His smile grew bigger as his change of position allowed him to hit your sweet spot on and on, ripping high pitched whines from you and obligating you to close your eyes. “The thought of getting caught. The image of someone seeing how good I make you feel.” The placement of his foot, making the landing creak repeatedly each time he pushed up accompanying every word. “Fuck, you're talking me so well. Such a dirty girl, uh.”
His big hand yanked the strap of your dress down, exposing your left boob. Your already hard nipple was soon attacked by Ransom's fingertips. He'd pinch and twist it slightly, just enough to make your back arch in search of his touch.
Pleasure was overflowing your senses, you could feel your heart thudding in your ears and your legs losing strength. Your hand left your mouth to grip at the back of Ransom's neck to keep you from falling.
The sight of your lower lip trapped between your teeth didn't please Ransom. In other circumstances, he would've let you stay that way, as quiet as possible so no one would walk on you. This time though, it was his intention to rip the most delicious sounds from your lips so you thought of the possibility of his family listening.
And so, he lent to kiss you, passion and desire transmitted through his breath. His tongue asked for a permission that was not really required, but as you let it in, Ransom took the opportunity to bite down your lip.
With your lips forcefully parted and Ransom's restless hand traveling back to your bundle, you had no other option than to moan with each quick circle his digits drew.
A series of laughs and undistinguished words were heard from a distance. Both Ransom and you turned to see what they were about, stopping in your tracks with him still buried deep inside your needy cunt.
“Guess dinner's ready.” Unbothered about the information he just gave, he hid his face in the crook of your neck and resumed his movements.
A shaky oh, fuck fell from your lips as you felt the familiar knot in your stomach forming. Your head flew back, hitting the wall with a soft thud.
“Careful. We don't want to be obvious, do we?” You knew you were about to explode, and by the way your walls were clenching and your trembling body tried to separate from him, Ransom knew as well. “Let go, sweetheart.” A roar erupted from him as he felt you tightening around his length. “Cum for me.”
With a last, powerful thrust of his hips, you let out a silent scream. The coil snapped, making you see a kaleidoscope of colors behind your eyelids and listen to a loud ring in your ears.
Ransom followed right after, cursing as he finished inside of you, coating you with every last drop and making sure everything would stay there.
He slid out, leaving you with a feeling of emptiness as he zipped his trousers and took a step back to let you fix your appearance.
You managed to accommodate your dress just in time for Ransom's family to walk out of the room they were in to see you. Your agitated breathing and blushed cheeks, getting everyone's attention.
“Are you okay, dear?” Ransom's dad asked.
“She's fine.” Your boyfriend answered for you. “She's feeling a little sick. I better take her home.” He took you by the hand and helped you down the stairs to the door, which you thanked. Had he not done it, you would have tripped taking the first step.
“But she hasn't met grandpa yet.” Meg noted, furrowing her brows.
“It'll be next time.” And with that, Ransom took you out of the house and in the passenger seat of his car without giving anyone the chance to say goodbye.
When you were at a considerable distance, you sighed, letting out the air you didn't know you were holding.
“Just so you know, there won't be a next time.” You informed him, against your want to meet his grandfather.
“Why not?” He asked with a chuckle, already knowing the answer.
“Cause embarrassment won't let me come back in the near future.”
Behind an eye roll and a tap on your thigh, Ransom hid the triumphant grimace his perfectly carried out plan gave him.
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In your Wish Me Away Au you said that Adrien can't believe that that is his reality, what exactly happened to him and Gabriel, as well as the class? Please and Thank You! ❤
Hi anon! I'm sorry this took so long to answer! I'm trying to go through all my asks now XD
So Adrien thought his life would be perfect. He was convinced the wish would bring his mother back, her and his father would be back to being how they were before she disappeared. Lovey dovey (if he had paid more attention he would have noticed how his mother was distancing him and her from Gabriel.) His father would be loving, attentive, and caring towards him. He would get the love of Ladybug after she saw that everything was fine after the Wish was made and they would finally get to be together. Finding out it was Marinette was a surprise but one he could work with. After all she was a great friend so he had no doubt they could form a great relationship if she showed her Ladybug side more often which she would because Ladybug had to be the real her. He would get to go to school and be happy with Ladybug and him and her would get to continue to be Paris’s beloved heroes.
Once the wish was made though? His mother did wake up but his father wasn't there and neither was Nathalie. Most worrying though was the fact that Ladybug wasn't there anymore either. He looked for her everywhere in the mansion. He helped his mother to a bed and get settled before he promised to explain everything once she rested before he had gone on a mad search across Paris to find Marinette. He was in more distress when he realized he no longer had the Cat Miraculous. He called Nino and tried to be nonchalant about asking if he knew where Marinette was or if she changed her number. It infuriated him when he wasn't given a positive answer. More so when Marinette’s number (or maybe her old number?) blocked him. In the end he had to return home and care for his mother. He tried explaining what happened but they got a call from the prison and it ended up being his dad! He couldn't leave his cell! And no one could get him out! They tried but they just found out he could make phone calls, so one of the guards gave him his phone while the rest tried to find Ladybug because this obviously had to be an akuma....no one said anything. Gabriel told Adrien to tell his mother everything.
So he did. It was to his surprise that she was not happy in the least. She refused to take his father's calls and she seemed really disappointed in him. But she agreed to help look for Ladybug with him. It wasn't until the broadcast when things went to hell. This fake Ladybug announced to Paris maybe even the whole world what his father did! And really? Bringing up silly school misunderstandings? No that didn't matter, what mattered was apparently Ladybug no longer existed. His mother cried. He threw a fit. There was no way she just disappeared. No way.
Then the burning sensation started. At first it was just an itch but then it grew and grew into a searing pain. He thought his finger was going go fall off! His mother was holding him and asking what was wrong as he held his hand close to his chest. It ended. And when it did he saw what happened. He had been marked. On his ring finger, where his ring used to sit, there was a burn in the shape of said ring so charred, so ugly, so red, there would be no way to hide it with makeup. No way to explain it off as an allergic reaction to some funky metal. Then there was a pain on his face. Shorter than the first pain, hurt all the same. When he looked in a mirror later on, he would see four scratch marks across his left cheek. It would be later that he would find out that he could not speak of the Miraculous. The only thing he could say about them was he was the traitor Chat Noir. He would be plagued by bad luck, some days better than others. It would depend on his actions of the day. Minimal bad luck would be him helping people out to be genuine and not because he wanted to look good. The worst luck would be if he was being deceitful, massively selfish, or came at anybody with ill intent. Even if he just thought of anything malicious, bad luck would follow. If he ever tried to place blame on his situation on anyone other than himself he would hear all the negative thoughts everyone in Paris ever had of him. Everything Marinette had ever made him turned to ash.
Gabriel woke up in a maximum security prison cell. None of his personal belongings on him. It was as infuriating as it terrifying. He called out to anyone who was listening and several guards rushed in in a panic. They tried to get him out but if they managed to open the cell door he found he couldn't take a step out without searing pain. If anyone tried to step in, it was like an invisible wall prevented them, so one of the guards slid him their cellphone so he could notify his family what was going on. They all thought it was an akuma so he let them continue to believe that. He fully believed Adrien, Nathalie, and Emilie would visit him in all the confusion. But Adrien was the only one who would talk to him. Emilie refused and apparently Nathalie had disappeared. Then the broadcast happened.
The guards no longer slipped him special meals, fresh clothes, the phone he had been using was magically taken away and given back to the guard who had lent it to him. He was a prisoner there. Fully. He couldn't believe it. He tried to call for Nooroo to no avail. He tried to call on Tikki, Plagg, the godforsaken voices he spoke to before. Nothing. Then the pain happened and no one rushed to check on him. They stood there watching. When it was over he opened his uniform to see a burn on his chest in the exact shape of the Butterfly Miraculous. That was not all, when he removed the top of his uniform after feeling pain on his back, he was notified and shown that he had two slashes on his back...right where wings most likely would have sat. He mourned for Nathalie, he truly did not think she would have been a price... when he slept...if you could even call it that, he saw Nathalie, and everytime she sacrificed her happiness for his. He felt her love for him. He felt her pain everytime he rejected her. He felt the pain she was in once she started wearing the Peacock Miraculous.
Then there were the other things. He remembered Mlle Dupain-Cheng, but that was not all, he would see her possible futures, what she could have become if he had not taken her from the world. She had so much potential. He saw how many in Paris would have mourned her and how deeply if they kept their memories. And not just as Ladybug, oh no, there were many who would have mourned the baker's daughter because she truly touched that many lives. There were days he could not move because of pain. Pain he felt because he was reliving the victims of akuma attacks. There were moments were he felt he surely was going to die but he didn't. He never did. And he would hear a voice say he would live a long healthy life before he met his end. He would have days were he felt all the fear, the anguish, the hate, the anger that Paris held for him. It truly was torture. Then Emilie divorced him.
I'll do a separate post for the class I think!
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The Cabin - Tom Hiddleston x Curvy Reader (Part 1/3)
“What’s got you so distracted?” Evans asked Tom.
“Sorry, I just…I had planned on visiting my family again during break, but most of them will be on a cruise for a family friend’s wedding. I know I saw them less than two months ago for Christmas, but I don’t get to see them often anymore.”
“Oh, damn!” Chris replied.
“I know, I’m considering whether or not it’s even worth it to deal with two incredibly long flights going to and from London if I’m not even going to get to see my family.” He said, opening the make-up trailer door for him and Chris.
“Where else were you thinking about spending break?” he asked, plopping down in the make-up chair to start having all of the Captain America washed off for the next two weeks.
“Honestly, I don’t know. I may just take a trip to somewhere much closer by myself.” Tom answered, running his fingers through his hair when his wig was removed.
“If that’s what you WANT to do, cool, but you should just come with me to the cabin.” Chris suggested.
“The cabin?” Tom asked.
“Yeah, my friend Y/N owns a huge cabin and I drag my family up there every few years.” He explained.
“Thank you for the invite, but I couldn’t intrude on your family’s time with you.” Tom politely answered.
“Come on. First, you know my mother loves you. Second, you aren’t intruding on anything.” Chris tried convincing him.
“I really don’t want to be a bother.” Tom felt guilty, knowing how much of a family person Chris was.
“That’s it.” Chris dramatically pulled his cellphone out. “Siri, call Ma!”
“You wouldn’t.” Tom said, struggling to keep a straight face.
“Calling ‘Ma’” Siri’s voice replied. The make-up artists were trying hard to keep their laughs to themselves at this point.
After a few rings, Chris’ mother answered the phone. “Hey sweetie.”
“Hey Ma, I’m here with Hiddleston and I need you to settle an argument.” Chris shot Tom a snarky ‘watch this’ look.
“Tom! How are you, sweetheart?” Chris’ mom Lisa asked.
“I’m doing well, thank you. How have you been?” Tom replied with a grin on his face.
“I’m good, I’m good. Now what are you two arguing about?” She asked.
“Well, Tom isn’t going to get to see his family over filming break.” Chris started to explain.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, sweetheart.” Lisa interrupted. “You should just drive up to Y/n’s with Chris! There’s plenty of room and you know I always make too much food anyhow.”
Chris gave Tom a cocky grin. “That’s exactly what I was telling him, Ma!”
“You’re too kind.” Tom laughed. “I suppose you’ve made an offer I can’t refuse.”
“Don’t be silly. You’re always welcome with us.” Lisa reiterated. “We’re getting ready for bed since our flight is so damn early in the morning, so I’ll see you two tomorrow!”
“Thanks, Ma! Be safe!” Chris answered, hanging up the phone.
“Thank you.” Tom said, getting up from his make-up chair.
“I told you, it’s no biggie. We’re gonna have a blast.” Evans answered.
“When are we leaving?” Tom asked.
“Well, we’ve got a few options.” Chris answered as the two of them left the make-up trailer.
“Go on.”
“They aren’t expecting us there until tomorrow, but if we leave in the next few hours, we’ll actually beat them there.” Chris explained.
“I mean, I’m nowhere near tired.” Tom said, letting Chris know he was down for the drive.
“Same. I’ve been so excited for this trip, I feel wired.” He replied “Wanna pack and meet me at mine?”
“Absolutely.” Tom answered. “Anything specific I should pack?” He called loudly as the two had walked a distance apart.
“Dress comfy!” Chris yelled back. “And bring a jacket! It’s snowing!”
Tom waved and made his way to his trailer.
It was about an 8 or 9 hour drive up to the cabin, so the guys rolled up at about 3 in the morning.
“Is anybody else here?” Tom asked, as Chris navigated his truck up the snowy drive.
“Y/n’s here. She spends about half her time up here.” Chris answered, parking the truck and shooting you a text.
“Where does she spend the rest of her time?” Tom asked.
“Everywhere, really. She’s a writer. She’s even come and crashed with me while I was filming.” Chris answered, hopping out of the truck when he got your text reply.
“Books? Scripts?” Tom asked, curious what you wrote.
“Books, mostly. She’s got a few popular series, but she also has a few pen names that she refuses to tell me so I’ve always assumed she like consults or edits or something.” Chris answered.
“How mysterious.” Tom chucked, grabbing his bag and following Chris up to the house.
“Y/n!” Chris yelled into the cabin, leading Tom into the large home.
“Did you really work all day and then drive 8 hours?” you laughed, walking down the stairs.
“I just couldn’t wait to see that beautiful face.” Chris dropped his bag and pulled you into a bear hug.
“Sure. This definitely has nothing to do with you beating Scott to one of the big bedrooms.” You laughed, wrapping your arms around him.
“That’s just a perk.” He teased, introducing you to Tom. “I’m sure you know who this is. Y/n, Tom. Tom, Y/n.”
“Nice to meet you.” You replied, pulling Tom into a hug.
“It’s very nice to meet you too.” Tom said, happy to see that you seemed just as chill and down to earth as the rest of Chris’ friends and family.
“He had to bail on his plans to fly home for the break, so I convinced him to join our two weeks of amazing chaos and shenanigans.” Chris laughed.
“Amazing is right, bucko. I just got two hot tubs installed” you shared.
“Yes!” Chris half yelled.
“Also, mi casa es su casa, Tom. Make yourself at home.” You told him.
“Gracias.” Tom replied in Spanish.
“Any chance you two want to take a dip tonight before the rest of the pack arrives?” Chris asked, looking between you and Tom.
“Absolutely” you answered, walking towards the kitchen. “You both okay with Beer? I’ve got other options.”
“Beer for me.” Chris answered.
“Actually, a beer sounds rather refreshing at the moment.” Tom answered.
“I’ll grab the beer and you two can pick your rooms” you called from the kitchen.
“You down for the hot tub?” Chris asked Tom.
“I am, but I didn’t pack any swim shorts.” He answered.
“No worries, Y/n has a whole closet full of random stuff. Follow me.” Chris led Tom up the stairs. “Y/n’s room is at the very top, but there’s two rooms just below that. We can take those two. Let those with kiddos stay closest to the bottom floor.”
“Sounds good to me” Tom replied, dropping his bag on the bed before following Chris to your closet of misfit swim clothes, jackets, sleepwear, blankets, and other miscellaneous stuff.
When you made your way upstairs, you saw that the guys had picked the two rooms closest to yours. You weren’t surprised. They were the two biggest after yours and Chris never got to pick one of them because he was always the last to show up for his family get togethers.
“When you two get changed, head up to mine. The second hot tub is on my balcony.” You took the three unopened beers and went up the last set of stairs to get changed in your room. Your suit was a black balconette bikini top and a pair of black high waisted bikini bottoms. The top and bottom had a few strappy bits that accentuated your curves.
“Well hello there, sexy lady.” You heard Chris and his unending charm behind you as you were finishing getting your top all sorted.
“You guys get settled in?” you asked, nodding towards the beers.
Chris opened one and handed it to you. “We did.” As he opened another for himself and sat on your bed, he shared a bit about Tom. “I’m happy he tagged along. I don’t know what he’s got going on in his personal life because he doesn’t share a lot, but he needs a break like this.”
“Well, if I had to take a guess...” you took a swig of your beer. “You two get along great which makes me think he’s a down to earth, genuine person.”
“I agree” Chris replied.
“If you’ve seen any of the tabloids lately, they aren’t very friendly to the exes of the women he’s most recently dated. I’m going to assume he’s a bit overwhelmed and a bit worn out. It’s hard to stay genuine and down to earth when the media is writing about you as if you’re a scheming fuckboy.”
Chris took a swig of his beer. “I think you might be right. God, beauty and brains? Why won’t you marry me?” he teased.
“Like you could handle me” you teased right back.
“I’m going to go get more beer so we don’t have to leave the hot tub.” Chris stood and smacked your ass on the way out.
“How did I know you were going to do that?” you laughed.
Chris was laughing as he passed Tom. “I’ll meet you two up there.”
When Tom walked in, you opened the last of the three beers and handed it to him. “Pink suits you.” You noticed he was wearing the bright pink swim shorts from the closet.
Tom blushed and laughed as he took a sip of his beer. “It was this or ones with bananas all over them. I thought I’d make a bold choice.”
“Choice well made” you replied, opening the double doors to your balcony. “It’s going to be a short chilly journey to the hot tub, but heaven once you get in.”
When you went to walk up the steps on the side of the hot tub to get in, Tom extended his arm so you could grab his hand. “Be careful.”
“Thank you.” You couldn’t help but smile.
“God, I leave for two minutes and you two are already holding hands.” Chris snarked as he joined the two of you on the balcony. You and Tom both laughed as you walked down into the hot tub and let go of his hand. “What’s he got that I don’t got?” Chris was fake sniffling as he climbed into the hot tub after Tom.
“Oh, sweetie. I don’t think you want to know the answer to that question.” You answered, finishing the beer in your hand.
“Now I really want to know” Chris replied, opening and handing you a second beer.
“Are you two always like this?” Tom laughed.
You and Chris looked at each other and answered “yeah” at the same time.
After the three of you had spent about a half hour in the hot tub just talking and laughing, Tom cleared his throat. “Thank you for this.”
“For what?” you asked. He was sat between you and Chris, the three of you looking out at the beautiful snowy mountain view.
“Chris, for inviting me. You, for having me. Both of you for forcing me to get out of my own head.” Tom answered.
“You don’t need to thank us.” Chris replied, slapping Tom on the shoulder.
“He’s right, you know.” You smiled, looping your arm through his and leaning your head on his shoulder, looking back out at the view. “You’re pretty great company if I do say so myself.”
“Well, if I can’t thank you, at least let me share my appreciation of you both.” Tom replied, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head.
“Just wait until the whole pack shows up” Chris laughed. “It’s calm now, but you’re going to have plenty of distractions once the shenanigans start.”
“Remember, my room is the safe zone” you laughed. “No kids, it’s off-limits during games, and it’s the only access to this balcony.”
“I’ll keep that in mind” Tom chuckled.
Chris looked over and saw you cuddled into Tom’s side. “Why do I get the feeling you’re ‘appreciating’ Y/n over there a lot more than you are me” he teased.
You laughed and Tom looked over at Chris. “If you wanted a snuggle, that’s all you had to say.”
The three of you were all laughing, the lateness of the night sinking in. “If I snuggle anyone I’m going to fall asleep, and I have a feeling that’s not the best idea in a hot tub.” He stood up and hopped over the side, almost slipping on the icy balcony floor.
“What time is everyone arriving tomorrow?” you asked, not moving from your spot at Tom’s side.
“Well, they always grab breakfast down at that old little diner after they land, so maybe 11?” Chris answered, wrapping himself in a towel.
“You mean we actually get to sleep in?” you said with a bit of exaggerated shock.
“I don’t think it counts as sleeping in if you don’t go to bed until after the sun starts peaking over the mountains.” Tom teased you.
Chris laughed. “Hey, we’ll take it. Sleep is going to be a rare commodity around here for at least a few days.” He left the balcony and went back inside to warm up.
“I can’t wait.” Tom said.
“Me either. I love when they come up here. Always makes this place feel more like home.” You shared, moving to get out of the hot tub.
“I think the chaos is something I miss when I don’t get to spend time with my family.” Tom replied, once again grabbing your hand and making sure you made it safely out of the hot tub and onto the balcony. “I think having all of my nieces and nephews running around and the fact that there is always something cooking or baking…It’s hard to feel alone.”
You handed Tom a large towel and wrapped another one around yourself. “Well, if that’s your idea of a great time, you’re going to love your time with Chris’ family. They’re love and chaos and great food with a dash of an extreme love of competition.”
Tom followed you back into the house. “Well, again. I appreciate that I’m able to experience it.”
“Me too” you said, drying your hair a bit with your towel. “It sounds like you needed a bit of an escape.”
“That’s one way to put it” Tom said, drying off.
“Well, if you need anything just come find me, okay?” You could hear Chris coming back up the stairs to your room.
“Thank you, I will.” Tom replied, seeming to hesitate for a second. “I’ve enjoyed spending time with you tonight. Or this morning, rather.” He laughed.
You couldn’t help but smile as you threw your towel into the clothes hamper. You were a very confident person. You were proud of who you were, and you loved your curvy body, but all of a sudden you felt very naked standing there in your bikini. Tom’s genuine compliment and the way he confidently looked you up and down left you with goosebumps. “The feeling is definitely mutual.”
“Let me know if I can help with anything. Preparations and such.” Tom mentioned as Chris walked in.
“Don’t worry about that, Ma usually takes over when she gets here.” Chris laughed.
You shrugged. “True” you added, both grateful for and irritated by the interruption.
“Y/n, I checked that all of the doors were locked. Our trucks are both locked too. I’m gonna pass out and shower when I wake up.” Chris let you know.
“Thanks” you replied. “I’ll probably hop in the shower before I go to bed so that I can help your mom sort meals and such out when she gets here.”
“Sweet. I’m going to bed.” Chris interrupted himself with a yawn. “I will see both of you in a few hours”
As Chris headed back down a floor to his room, Tom cleared his throat. “I really don’t mind helping.”
“You’ll eventually get roped into doing something, I promise.” You laughed.
Tom nodded and smiled. “Well then, I’m going to go shower and sleep. I’ll see you in a bit.”
As Tom turned to walk down the stairs, you spoke. “Try to relax.” When he turned to look at you, you continued. “You have nothing to worry about for two whole weeks. No schedule, no paparazzi, no expectations…just, let yourself enjoy it, okay?”
Tom smiled and nodded his head. He replied “I think I will” before continuing down the stairs.
Instead of your alarm, you were woken up by Chris crawling into your bed. “Y/n.” He was trying to wake you up gently. “Y/n!”
“Did my alarm not go off?” you asked, rolling over and snuggling into Chris.
He chuckled, wrapping his arms around you. “I underestimated my mother’s planning. Turns out they got to the diner at 8 this morning and they’re currently unloading the cabs downstairs.”
“What time is it?” you asked.
“9:30” Chris replied, the two of you hearing someone coming up the stairs.
“I’m going to need coffee” you mumbled.
Tom made it to the top of the stairs and saw you and Chris together in your bed. He tucked the thought away, making note to ask Chris about the two of you later. “Not a morning person?” he asked, laughing at your messy bed head and request for caffeine.
“I can be when I need to be, but we were awake and drinking on my balcony like four hours ago” you replied.
“Can I make you some coffee?” Tom offered.
You rolled over and sat up sorting out your messy hair. “I can make it. I just need to get dressed.”
Chris rolled out of your bed, going to your closet. “Bra, leggings, sweater, fuzzy socks.” Chris tossed your clothes onto your bed.
“You know me so well.” You laughed, gathering your clothes and getting out of bed. “I’ll be down in a few.”
“I think they’re finished unloading, but I’ll go see if there’s anything else they need help with.” Tom replied, heading downstairs.
“I’m offended that you two look like you’ve just had 12 hours of beauty sleep.” You teased Chris, pulling your leggings on.
“I think you’re underestimating yourself” Chris said, turning to leave. “You’ve definitely caught someone’s attention.” Chris had noticed the way Tom looked at the two of you cuddled up in your bed and planned on asking him about it later.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” you sleepily asked, but Chris was already gone.
You finished getting dressed in your long, oversized sweater and fuzzy socks and walked downstairs to greet Chris’ family.
“Y/n!” Chris’ sisters greeted, pulling you each into a hug, the three of you quickly catching up.
Then came Scott, who practically tackled you. “Bitch, it has been too long.”
“Agreed.” You replied, the two of you making plans to go get stuff for drinks tonight.
You’d said a few hellos and given a few hugs to various other friends and family and eventually you made your way to the kitchen with Tom and Lisa, Chris’ mom.
“Oh, my dear, it’s so good to see you.” Lisa pulled you into a tight hug, kissing both of your cheeks. “I can’t believe the boys showed up at three this morning!”
You laughed. “It’s good to see you too. And Chris warned me a few days ago that he would probably drive up after he finished filming.”
Looking over you saw Tom holding a mug of coffee out towards you. “For me?” You reached out and took the mug from him.
“It’s the least I could do. Lisa told me how you take your coffee.” He answered, nodding towards Chris’ mom.
You took a sip, humming to yourself. “Thank you, this is perfect.” You pressed a quick kiss to Tom’s cheek before hearing Chris’ niece call for you.
“In the kitchen, sweetie” you called back out, walking towards where you heard her call from.
As the adults started getting settled into their rooms, the kids were all starting to crash from the hectic morning they’d had.
“Let’s watch a movie in the den, guys.” You suggested, grabbing blankets and pillows and throwing them on the couches and floor so that the kids would spread out and nap.
“What are we gonna watch?” one of his nephews asked.
“Well, we’ve got Goosebumps, we’ve got School of Rock, and we’ve got Bedtime Stories.” You read the movies aloud, with the kids all picking Goosebumps. About 15 minutes in, all of you were asleep in various places in the room.
Scott, Chris, and Tom were bundled up in their jackets talking on the back porch as Chris set up your grill and got it ready to use.
“So how long have you guys known Y/n?” Tom asked.
“Oh, god. It’s been…I don’t even know. It’s been years.” Chris thought about how long you guys had been friends.
“Chris met Y/n one day in New York. She was there for a book project or something and Chris had ducked inside her apartment building to get away from paparazzi.” Scott laughed, remembering Chris tell him the story.
Chris let out a big laugh. “She was getting ready to walk out and I practically ran into her. When she realized why I so rudely shoved my way into the building, she asked me ‘Do you want to do something very immature but totally worth it?’ I had to, right?”
Scott continued the story. “She led him up to her apartment and ran inside. Chris just waited at the door wondering what he’d gotten himself into when she popped back out, holding a box of water balloons.”
Tom laughed. “Oh, please tell me you threw them at the paparazzi.”
“They did. They filled a bin full of them and went to the roof.” Scott replied.
“I have never made a friend so quickly in my life” Chris said. “We got through about half of the bin before they left. Even better, they never got a picture of me throwing the balloons. The tabloids alluded to the fact that it was me, but we never officially got caught.”
“I don’t know if she adopted us or if we adopted her, but she’s been family ever since.” Scott added.
“Either way, she’s the best kind of people.” Chris said, closing the lid on the grill.
“I can see that.” Tom replied. After a short pause, he continued. “Have you two ever…dated?”
Chris grinned, remembering how Tom had looked at the two of you cuddled up in your bed. “Nah, she’s one of my best friends. Possibly my actual best friend.” he answered, sitting down next to the other two guys.
“Even though I’m sure ma would love it if you two got together.” Scott laughed.
“I think ma just wants both of us to settle down and have kids like the girls did.” Chris replied. “She treats Y/n like a daughter.”
Scott looked back at Tom. “Why the interest in Y/n’s dating life, huh?” he teased him.
“Just curious” Tom answered with straightest face he could manage.
“I don’t know” Chris continued, continuing to tease Tom. “You two looked awfully cozy last night.”
Tom’s cheeks blushed a bit before he could answer. “If a beautiful woman laid her head on your shoulder, what would you have done?”
“Fair point.” Chris laughed. “She’s single, you know” he added.
“She is” Scott echoed, smirking. “And I have a date to go shopping with her if you want me to see if she’s interested.”
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves” Tom replied, failing miserably at hiding his grin.
“No rush” Scott answered, putting his hands up. “I’m just saying…”
“Give him a break” Chris interrupted. “He’s got two weeks to see where things go.”
“True” Scott replied.
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The final Web!Martin evidence list
Now that canon is done, and we’ve got word of god confirmation that Web!Martin wasn’t complete nonsense, I decided to go back to my lil chronological evidence list and actually clean it up a bit, delete parts that in hindsight weren't all that indicative, and put everything in a slightly more readable format. (Obligatory disclaimer that i don’t and never did believe or advocate for some kind of evil web!martin, and that I'm not intending to connect a moral judgement to martin (or anyone else for that matter) having some of these traits)
So here: The (hopefully, please) final list with Web!Martin Evidence! Presented in order of importance, according to. me
The final (hopefully) Web!Martin evidence list
(In order from most to least obvious)
Spiders
I mean, it’s called the Web. TMA reiterates quite a few times that Martin liked spiders. Sometimes it IS that easy.
MAG022:
Martin: "I like spiders. Big ones, at least. Y’know, y’know the ones you can see some fur on; I actually think they’re sort of cute -"
MAG038: |
Sasha: "A spider?"
Jon: "Yeah. I tried to kill it…" [...]
Sasha: [Chuckles] "Well, I won’t tell Martin."
Jon: "Oh, god. I don’t think I could stand another lecture on their importance to the ecosystem."
MAG059:
Jon: "I have done my best to prevent Martin reading this statement in too much detail. I have no interest in having another argument about spiders."
MAG079:
Jon: "Apparently, biologically, his account of the spiders doesn’t make any sense according to Martin."
MAG197:
Martin: “What? Because I like spiders? Well, used to.”
Lies and subterfuge
Martin is able to use lying and subterfuge to achieve his goals, and is called manipulative a few times.
Lies:
MAG022:
Martin: "[He] became slightly more co-operative after I lied to him and told him that one of the upstairs residents had buzzed me in."
MAG056:
Martin: "I lied on my CV."
MAG158:
Peter: “But you said –”
Martin: “Honestly, I mostly just said what I thought you wanted to hear.”
MAG164:
Jon: "You – I actually believed you!"
MAG189:
Martin: “Sorry. Sorry, John. Not sure how much everything up there actually understood what was going on. But, y’know, I didn’t want to take any chances so it made sense to… um…”
Jon: “Put on a show?”
Martin: “Yeah, basically, more or less.”
MAG191:
Martin: "That's not true."
Arun: "Liar!"
Subterfuge:
The plan in 118, which revolved around convincing Elias that Martin was only “acting out”, to create a distraction for Melanie. (Also compare the way he evades giving a straight answer here with the way Annabelle talks in 196.)
Working with Peter in s4 under false pretenses, to distract him from Jon and eventually try to learn what Peter wanted.
Manipulation accusations:
These, I know, are somewhat contentious, since it’s mostly villains saying this to him. I’m still including them, since
1): From a media analysis standpoint, being mentioned 3 times is a sign to pay attention, even when it may not be the full truth.
2): I only see it as describing Martin’s behaviour in the previous points, not as a moral judgement; Especially since he almost always ‘manipulates’ people in positions of power over him.
Still, if it bothers anyone, feel free to ignore these.
MAG138:
Martin: "That’s it? No, no monologue, no mind games? You love manipulating people!"
Elias: "That makes two of us."
MAG186:
Martin: “I can be a real manipulative prick, you know that?”
Also Martin: “Oh yeah.”
MAG196:
Annabelle: “Because you always managed to get what you wanted through smiles and shrugs and stammerings that weren’t nearly as awkward as they seemed.”
[SMALL SOUND OF MARTIN’S CONCESSION TO THE POINT]
Martin: “Point taken.”
The Lonely/the Web
The Lonely and the Web sometimes affect Martin to similar degrees.
In season 3, when Martin is getting used to reading statements for the first time, most of them leave him emotionally affected: MAG084, MAG088, MAG090,
MAG095: Martin: “S-S-Statement… done.” [HEAVY BREATHING & TREMBLING AS MARTIN STEADIES HIMSELF] “I don’t like recording these. There. I-I said it.”,
MAG098: Martin: [Panting] “End of statement.” [Deep breath] “I, um, I think I might need to sit down. Oh. Yeah, I am. Right. I don’t, uh, I’m not really sure if these are actually getting easier or harder. I mean I don’t feel –”
Only the last two statements he reads are remarkably easier. This might be a hint that Martin is just getting used to reading them, but the quote from MAG098 seems to contradict that. Either way, it’s likely not a coincidence that those last two happen to be the Lonely and the Web:
MAG108:
Martin: “Statement ends.” (exhale) “That wasn’t so bad…”
MAG110:
Martin: “Statement ends.” [...] “I mean, I think it sounds like a Jurgen Leitner book. About spiders. Hm. Good John didn’t have to read this one, anyway. I know he’s not a fan. Although, this one wasn’t too bad, actually! I – yeah. Anyway.”
In season 5, there are two powers’ Domains that actually affected Martin mentally, as opposed to only physically: the Lonely’s, in 170 (and arguably 186), and, depending on your interpretation, in 172, when Martin went exploring without knowing why he did so.
Proximity
Martin investigates a lot of the Web statements during season 1 to 3 (in other words, when the archive team still researches statements). The only ones he isn’t mentioned in during this period are MAG019 and MAG020, when he’s being harrassed by worms, and MAG081, which Jon records by himself outside of the institute.
Most notably, he’s the one who discovered the statement in MAG114, ‘Cracked Foundations’, which is the one statement in the entire show that sets up the interdimensional properties of HTR.
The Web!Lighter passed through Martin's hands first, before he gave it to Jon.
Similarly, Annabelle mostly spoke to Martin in season 5, despite most other Avatars usually focusing on Jon.
Aesthetics
Apart from the above obviously Web related areas, there are some other aesthetics which are mentioned in connection to both the Web and Martin, throughout canon.
These are describing the Web;
These are describing Martin.
Tapes:
Martin is the only character to treat the tape recorders as friends - any other character is either indifferent, or treats them as enemies.
MAG039:
Martin: "I think the tapes have a sort of… low-fi charm."
MAG154
Martin: “Oh. Hi. Hello again.” … (small laugh) “Sorry pal, false alarm this time.”
MAG156
Martin: “Mm? Oh.” [HE LAUGHS, GENTLY.] “Yeah. (rustling paper) I was going to read one. Hate for you to miss it!” [SHORT, FORCED LAUGH, AS HE FLAPS THE STATEMENT AROUND.]
MAG170
Martin: “Oh. Oh, hello. What’s this? Wow, retro! What are you up to, little buddy; just – listening? That’s okay. It’s nice to have someone to talk to.”
MAG190
Jon: "[The tapes] seem to like [Martin]."
Retro:
MAG069:
Statement: “I only saw Annabelle Cane once during this period. She wasn’t hard to pick out. She dressed like a vintage clothing store exploded on her, and her short bleach-blonde hair stood out sharply against dark skin.”
MAG160:
Jon: “Anyways, don’t tell me the phonebox down there doesn’t appeal to your retro aesthetic.”
Martin: “It – might. Maybe.”
MAG163: Annabelle/the Web callying Martin via an old payphone:
[ A PHONE RINGS. IT’S NOT THE TINNY, ELECTRONIC SOUND OF A CELLPHONE – NO, THIS IS A TRUE, HEAVY, CLASSIC RING.]
Martin: “Uh. John? Uh, J, John – the, uh, payphone that’s – here, for some reason – it’s ringing?”
Hatred of burns:
MAG067:
Jack Barnabas’ statement: “I looked up and noticed within the corner of the room, where there had been a spider’s web this morning, there was just a faint wisp of smoke.”
“Another held a bag that seemed to be full of candles, while a third had a clear plastic container filled with hundreds of tiny spiders.”
MAG139:
Statement by member of Cult of the Lightless Flame: “The Mother of Puppets has always suffered at our hand; all the manipulation and subtle venom in the world means nothing against a pure and unrestrained force of destruction and ruin.”
Agnes burned down Hilltop Road.
MAG145:
The Web ties Gertrude to Agnes, stopping the Desolation’s ritual (the only Power whose ritual the Web is known to have prevented).
MAG167:
Gertrude enlists Agnes’/the Desolation’s help in order to burn her assistant Emma, who was Web aligned.
MAG169:
Martin: "Look, I just – don’t want to get burned, all right? It’s, it’s like my least favorite pain ever. [...] I, I legitimately hate burns, alright? They’re, they’re awful, and they scar horribly, and they just – it – it just makes me sick; I, I hate it. Hate it!"
Phrasing:
MAG039:
Martin: "I’m trapped here. It’s like I can’t… move on and the more I struggle, the more I’m stuck. [...] It's just that whatever web these statements have caught you in, well, I’m there too. We all are, I think."
MAG079:
Martin's poem: "The threads of people walking, living, lovi–"
MAG117:
Martin: "This last couple of years, I’ve always been running, always hiding, caught in someone else’s trap, but, but now it’s my trap, and, well, I think it’ll work. I know, I know it’s not exactly intricate, but it felt good leaving my own little web.
Oh, oh, Christ, I hope John doesn’t actually listen to these. “Good lord, is Martin becoming some sort of spider person?” No, John, it’s an expression, chill out! Besides, spiders are fine. I mean, yes, people are scared of them, obviously, but actual spiders, they just want to help you out with flies."
MAG167:
Jon: “Methinks the Spider dost protest too much.”
Martin: “Jon –”
Jon: “Joking! Just joking.”
Personality:
How applicable these are depends heavily on how you interpret Martin's own personality, so your mileage may vary.
MAG008:
Statement: “Nobody ever said a word against Raymond himself, though, who was by all accounts a kind and gentle soul [...]”
MAG123:
Jon: "The Web does seem to have a preference for those who prefer not to assert themselves."
MAG147:
Annabelles statement: "I discovered a deep and enduring talent inside myself for lying. [...] My manipulations were not intricate, but they were far beyond what was expected of a child my age, and I have always believed that the key to manipulating people is to ensure that they always under- or overestimate you. Never reveal your true abilities or plans."
Word of God and Annabelle
I kinda wanted to ‘prove’ that Web!Martin had quite a bit of evidence to back it up, hence this header being last. But of course, in this post-canon world, there are a few lines that most obviously confirm the theory:
MAG197:
Martin is Web enough to be able to read the 'vibrations', like Annabelle, and see Jon and Basira (the latter being especially notable, as he hadn't known she was there beforehand):
[CHITTERING, BUZZING AND HIGH-PITCHED SQUEALS CHANGE CADENCE]
Martin: "Wait… Wait, hang on, is that him?"
Annabelle: "Yes. I guess you’re better with the Web than we thought."
Martin: "And – Wait, ha– No, uh… is that… Basira? He – He’s got Basira with him!"
Annabelle: "Yes."
Season 5 Q&A part 2:
Jonny: “Essentially, it was fascinating looking at the fandom and, like, the Web!Martin believers, because what they were doing was correctly picking up on hints dropped in the early seasons that were later, like, not exactly abandoned, but it was much more like, ‘Well, no, he does have like aspects of The Web to him, but he is moreover The Lonely.’
And that came about very… very organically, really. Because throughout Season 3 and going into Season 4, we had this conversation and we were like, ‘No, actually he's like-”
Alex: “‘It can't be, it cannot be, it must be the other way round’ Yeah.”
(Note that they say “throughout season 3 and going into season 4,” which likely means that season 1, season 2, and at least part of season 3, aka half of the entire show, were written with Web!Martin as an intentional possibility.)
If you read all that, thanks so much! Obviously, Web!Martin never really came to fruition, so it's fine if you still don't like it. This is just a post explaining where it was coming from, at least for me and the other theorists I've spoken to.
#the magnus archives#magnus archives#tma#tma s5#web!martin#web martin#webmartin#or as jonny called it:#spider!martin#tma theory#tma meta#martin blackwood#martin k blackwood#martin#tma martin#magnuspod#i feel like i say this every time too but#when i say martin lies a lot i dont mean that#in comparison to 'normal people'#i mean that in canon he gets specifically mentioned to lie; at a higher rate than the other protagonists#ditto for everything else. im not speaking about real life people who might have these traits. im doing a media analysis#my own real life bedroom curtains being blue dont mean im depressed but in media sometimes aesthetic themes can be deeper signifiers#and tma especially has some very strong aesthetic themes#ok i think im done talking now. webmartin theories always get me rambling#EDIT: oops i changed a part on mobile and now the formatting is a bit fucked#ill fix it back tomorrow#if anyone cares#EDIT EDIT: ok fixed it
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When Remus was young— surrounded by the light breeze of the Welsh coast and the harmony of birds chirping in the distance— he would follow his mother to their small garden behind their cottage at the cusp of twilight as his father cooked their supper, and he’d watch as she laid flat all sorts of newspapers written in French and Arabic and English, watch as she brought her red pen against the ink and marked the articles with underlines and shorthand he wouldn’t understand for years still.
He asked her once, when he was barely eight years old, why she bothered to keep up with so many different publications, why she read the same story penned by countless perspectives when all the facts stayed the same at the end of the day. And he remembers how she had let out a quick, shrill of a laugh, tossing back her golden head while sucking in a puff from the bubbling hookah she had set up besides her— a habit she acquired from her Algerian, refugee parents, and one that became synonymous to those late nights in Remus’s eyes.
“Facts can be wielded to someone’s personal vendettas, Remus John,” she had crooned in that adoring way of hers whenever she spoke to him— honey eyes that were the same color and shape to Remus’s own flashing alight and their matching smiles going crooked in her stunningly beautiful face.
“Oh.” Remus had replied, still confused as all get out but was perfectly fine with just holding his small vigil, watching her beneath moonlight and the soft glow of their outdoors lamps, as he listened to the shuffling of papers while she commenced this odd quirk.
It’s a decade and a half later— as his editor for the Phoenix, a small, but bustling online editorial that plans on dethroning the likes of Politico and Vox in only a matter of years, scans his latest findings on the corrupt boosters linked to MP Avery from Leeds— when Remus thinks he suddenly understands what his mother, with her keen eyes and pixelated air, had meant by facts in how they can be colored differently simply by the words surrounding them. And he wonders if one day soon, one of his bylines will join her little stack of stories, if she’ll be proud of him even if she says as much even now, when he’s a lost twenty-something stumbling through life in the capitol and barely making it as is, between his actual job and the gig he has at the coffee shop nearest his dingy flat he shares with three other blokes.
“Mmm, this is good, Lupin,” Dorcas declares after what feels like an eon, dropping her long, dark legs from where they were lounging leisurely on her desk and scuffs out her cigarette in a pretty, glass ashtray. “Send it over to Flores to look into deeper, maybe it’ll corroborate the info she’s already gotten from her sources.”
Remus feels himself bristle, hopes that it doesn’t show, that his face stays passive as he contends, “I think I should at least help her write the expose, I’m the one who got this bombshell.”
“That’s not how it works, sweets,” Dorcas toots, tossing back her dark head of curls as she rises, perching on the corner of her desk delicately and looking down, straight into his gaze. “I know it’s frustrating, but you’re fresh blood. barely six months here, but Alice has been with us for years. This is her baby, and we’re just here to nurture it.”
“So I’ll have to wait another ten months, at least, to get the same treatment?” He argues in an admittedly petulant way, making Dorcas laugh endearingly, and Remus is suddenly, searingly reminded of his age, and how he’s the youngest staffer that this London based news outlet has on hand.
“C’mon, love, it won’t be that long for someone as sharp as you, just be patient, and don’t try to pull a Zoe Barnes on us, yeah? You’re far too pretty to clean up on the rails of the tube.” Dorcas tousles a hand into his dark tawny curls, and Remus holds back the roll to his eyes that he feels willing up inside of him as he stands fully.
“Thanks Cas.”
She smiles beatifically, and throws him a wink. “You’re joining Emmy for the report tomorrow on those United footballers and their fundraiser for the hospital, yeah?”
“Bright and early,” Remus replies, still feels a bit miffed that he was chosen to write up the charity function, considering he doesn’t know a lick about football and doesn’t really get on with anyone who does. But Caradoc— their typical sports reporter— is out sick with the flew, so it’s on him. “I’ll have it on your desk early enough so it’ll be published by tea time.”
“Good man,” Dorcas says in thanks, picking up her crowing cellphone before waving him off.
Remus isn’t all that surprised when he strides out of the office only to find Benjy Fenwick sitting against the opposite wall, knees pressed to his chest and quickly scrambling up when he catches sight of Remus. Sometimes it’s impossible to believe that the bespectacled man in front of him is one of the top editors for the Phoenix, that he’s a regular corespondent for places like the BBC or CNN— that his rebukes against the piss poor inquiries waged during PMQs have become more anticipated than the sessions themselves. Remus tends to forget all of that when he sees him like this, messy haired and wearing a graphic T-shirt with some marvel superhero embossed on the front. “Wotcher Remus.”
“Hiya Remus says, smiling softly and rocking back on his heels. “You wanted to talk to the sergeant then?”
“Huh? Oh, no, no. I didn’t want to talk to Dorcas, I just— Erm, I know you were showing her that stuff you got from that intern, Pettigrew, and i know you were chafed about not getting any opportunity here so—“ He trails off, scratching the back of his head and studying a point over Remus’s shoulder, and it’s all too endearing, and Remus is so beyond thankful he’s made such a good friend here.
“No cigar,” he says in answer to the unspoken question, shrugging noncommittally even if he feels like shit over it.
Benjy nods, face contrite in a way that tells Remus he never thought it would’ve went otherwise. “I’m sorry, that’s bollocks.”
“’S whatever,” Remus shrugs off the apology, begins walking down the hall and straightening his report to hand over to Alice.
“Ah,, erm. We can get a drink, yeah? In commiseration,” Benjy offers, and Remus stilts only for a beat before continuing the twisting trail to where Alice is set up with the more senior members on staff. And he feels only sorta bad about wanting to refuse. He knows that if he says yes, it’ll mean something different to Benjy than it does him, that he’ll probably take it as Remus finally giving into his pestering and deciding to actually go out with him, even if he’s refuted the other four times he’s asked as much. Remus’s simply just too busy trying to get a footing in this city, and trying to figure out where he’s suppose to go from here, and what he’s suppose to do. And yes, Benjy is cute— a complete Seth Cohen archetype. And he’s sweet and smart and funny enough. But Remus is really not in the mood for doing the whole flowers and wine and candle lit dinners shtick, had gotten enough of that while still with his university boyfriend. And yeah, he’s only just turned 24, but he already feels too old and too jaded for that sort of puppy love— even if Benjy’s got a good decade and some change on him.
Probably sensing his hesitation, Benjy is quick to rectify the offer. “I’ll ask Mary, and Fabian too, and a few others. We can make a night of it, just some drinks on a Friday after work.”
Stalling by the last turn to Alice’s desk, Remus looks at him from over his shoulder, and sort of hates himself for being such a soft hearted fuck sometimes. “Yeah Benj, sounds nice. Just let me know on the group chat, yeah?”
Benjy grins, much more genuine than his awkward quirk of the lips from earlier. “Yeah, good call, I’ll let the others know pronto.”
“Aces,” Remus says, tosses him a obligatory thumbs-up before finding an expectant looking Alice who’s tapping her foot impatiently.
Yeah, today is so bloody shit.
.-
Surprisingly, the round of drinks turns to another and then a third and fourth and Remus is currently nursing his fifth mango margarita on Benjy’s tab, and he actually feels lighter than he has since taking the job at Phoenix, feels bright and bubbling and like absolutely nothing could be wrong as long as he’s got this drink in his grasp and he’s sitting with the handful of reporters and photographers from the office that don’t all have sticks up their asses. It’s fun, it’s good. So obviously it couldn’t have lasted.
Mary is currently cackling about her Uber driver from last night who asked her all sorts of well meaning, but incredibly dense questions about her hijab— a freshly poured glass of coke in one hand, while the other is tangled into her girlfriend Emmy’s. And From his left Remus can hear Fabian ribbing Frank on his crush on Alice, while Benjy scoots intermittently closer as they watch Kingsley and Marlene sparring over something to do with a Kardashian or TikTok trend or whatever the fuck else— The guy has resilience, Remus has to give Benjy that.
“Right, who’s buying next?” Marlene asks, abrasive as ever while scrolling through her phone, ostensively finding something to prove her point against the managing editor.
“Reckon it’s my turn,” Benjy crows, standing up smoothly and glancing down at Remus with a nervous sort of half grin.
“Just a water for me, ta. I need to sober up,” Remus tells him, feels proud that he didn’t even slur slightly. Benjy bobs his head understandingly, and Remus turns to ask Marlene about her latest tinder hookup which always is a good laugh, but then he catches on it. On the sound of the pub’s doors flinging open, followed by a raucous crowd of athletic looking guys probably only a bit older than he is, clambering indoors.
They’re all so very sixth-form, broad grins and slapping each other’s shoulders with jeers, topped off with loud, bark like laughter that makes it obvious to Remus that these wankers think that they’re some sort of group of gods amongst men, roaming around like everyone should fall to their feet and offer everything they have. It makes Remus roll his eyes so far back that it feels like he might’ve sprained them. They just give off this exhausting aura that reminds him of a past boyfriend in tenth year who was on the footie team and who’s favorite activity was either making Remus feel lucky enough to go out with someone so popular, or dragging him around like some sort of bloody trophy.
To put it nicely, Remus sorta hates them on sight. So when he sees one of the tossers— regrettably the brightest of the lot who’s all pearly teeth, and glittering eyes and incredibly impressive shoulders that tape off to a narrow waste in an objectively infuriating matter— swivels up to the barkeep and jostles Benjy on his way, well Remus doesn’t hesitate to dart forwards to tell him off.
“Oi, watch where you’re going, yeah?”
Benjy and the bloke who looks like he might moonlight as a model for Calvin briefs for when he’s not lounging in a yacht off the Tuscany coast, both turn to him at the same time. Benjy looking abashed, and the aforementioned tosser preening like the cat who’s just caught a canary.
“Sorry, love. Didn’t see you there,” he says in a delightfully deep tenner, giving Remus an appreciative once over, and Remus absolutely despises how the action makes him feel both thrilled and irritated. “Trust and believe, I wouldn’t have looked away if I saw you.”
“Not me, arse.” Remus spits back, refuses to pay any credence to how his cheeks have begun to flush. “You bumped into my mate right there, the one with the tray of loggers.”
The tosser darts his almost molten gray eyes over to Benjy for a sparing second before he laser focusses back onto Remus, the most phony expression of contrition all over his face. “Sorry to your friend,” he says the descriptor like a joke that no one else is in on. “Let me buy you a drink in sorry for the one I made slim here spill.”
Remus is officially unimpressed, hopes that his flat tone gets it across. “You’re an arse.”
“You’re mouthy,” he retorts, looks like it’s something he greatly appreciates— delights over even.
“Ah, ’s fine Remus, really. I’ll just bring these back and get us a new glass.”
“Listen to slim, Remus, he’s got the right idea.” The tosser hurriedly interjects, strutting close enough to him that he makes it so Remus has to tip his head back just slightly so not to drop his gaze. “I’m Black, Sirius Black, just to get the pleasantries out of the way.” His leer tells Remus that the name should probably evoke some response of aw into Remus, but all it does is make him sound so egregiously pretentious that Remus wants to smack his own bloody head against a dry wall and stay in the hole until this ruddy Sirius bloke leaves him the hell alone.
“Good for you,” he says instead of all of that, and spots Sirius’s friends from behind Sirius chuckling and elbowing one another. Evidently this is a line the tosser uses frequently, and Remus is pleased that he might be one of the first who aren’t at all impressed by the grandiose way he introduced himself.
“Hah, you know I’m use to the pretty ones playing hard to get, but I’m really feeling here that you’re not exactly liking my company, love.”
Remus sucks in a frustrated breath through his nose, shouldering past Sirius and taking the tray of drinks from Benjy before storming back to their table where the others have begun openly gawping at the scene— Marlene outright squawking with Fabian just as Remus takes his seat.
“Don’t,” Remus warns them all as he silently says fuck off to the water and instead gargles down one of the loggers. And if he has to steadfastly not turn around for the rest of the night towards where he can feel Sirius’s gaze burning into his back— well then so be it.
.-
The next morning, Remus has to puke twice into the toilet, and gulps down three aspirins just to stave off his bloody hangover from the night before where he decided that getting properly sloshed would prove as a good technique to not end up making out with Sirius in some dark corner— or regrettably the backseat of his car. And if he does still remember flashes of ranting to him about how insufferable preppy, rich boys actually are while Sirius gazed at him endeared— well Remus just decides to purge it out along with the stomach acid. It’s not like he’ll ever see the douche again.
.-
He meets Arthur— one of the accountants who also helps out by taking photos for more low key news stories— outside the hospital where the conference will be taking place with the Manchester United team. There was a scrimmage that they all played with some of the kids in the cancer ward that occurred at around eight in the ruddy morning, but thankfully Remus didn’t have to show up until an hour later when the team presented their big shiny check, to the big, shiny hospital.
However, Arthur has been here for hours, so he’s beyond chirpy and looks like he’s downed three cups of espresso as he chatters on about his son Percy starting secondary school, and his eldest, Bill, getting an award for his reading prowess, and all the strange craving his wife has been having throughout her pregnancy with the twins they’re expecting any week now. And Remus loves Arthur, he does— one of the sweetest folks he’s ever met— but God, his head is still thrumming from those misguided tequila shots and he really just wants to get his three quotes, and write up the story so he can find refuge back in his sheets.
While Arthur has moved to talking about his wife, Molly’s, plans to open up a daycare in their refurnished garage, Remus scans his eyes over the familiar face of reporters from other outlets who look just as bored as him, and then to the stage where a woman in a sharply pressed suit is ushering for the group of football stars to join her, so that the conference can finally fucking begin.
And Remus thinks that their faces are sorta familiar, probably from all the publicity they get on the telly— but then he freezes as he stops at one of them with dark brown skin, and thick rimmed spectacles— and he suddenly can hear him chatting about his redheaded girlfriend and drunkenly declaring that she’ll be the mother of his children some day soon. So he completely expects it when his stomach drops as he moves his glance just a bit to the right, being struck by pearly teeth, and glittering eyes and incredibly impressive shoulders that tape off to a narrow waste, made all the more infuriating by the tight kit he’s got on and the blazing number twelve splayed against his chest.
And fuck.
Remus runs through about a dozen scenarios in which he can make a discrete, or not so discrete exit before he notices him, but in tandem to his spiraling thoughts, the wanker actually looks forwards, and like a creepy metal detector, his quick silver gaze pinpoints onto Remus.
They stare at one another for a beat before his smirk goes wolfish, and he runs a hand through his artfully tousled hair in a way that practically screams, fancy meeting you here. And holy fuck he looks so mouth watteringly attractive with that faint film of sweat running down his neck, and how his smile pulls slightly more to the left, and how he’s looking at Remus like he’s his birthday and Christmas presents all rolled into one.
Remus suddenly hates everything— but most of all hates Sirius, and how bloody fit he is.
“Oh, you’re a fan then?”
Starting, Remus shifts around slightly so that he’s facing Arthur completely. “Pardon?”
“Sirius Black I mean, you’re a fan?” Arthur asks in that abrasively congenial and intensely scrutinizing way that he treats everything. “I mean he’s a great player, but I know you don’t really watch. So I bet it’s all that charity work he does, yeah?”
“Charity work?” Remus echos, feeling like a floundering fish.
“Truly some amazing stuff.” Arthur pontificates, rubbing a hand against his jaw as he tips his head back. “I mean obviously I’m partial to the fundraising for Reporters Without Borders, but of course the things he does with the more impoverished kids is great. And I know Molly likes his very outspoken posts about being anti war and his annual live streams to earn money for refugees in those war torn nations, like the last one he did for Syria?”
“Oh—“ Remus says, feeling like his head is being overrun by a fountain of new information.
“Yes well, you don’t usually see athletes get into the thick of it with political issues, but I reckon he never really minded. I mean the fact he’s the first football star from United to have come out without any fanfare really proved that. Oh, I think they’re starting, I should probably get some photos before Dorcas gives me a tongue lashing.”
And as quick as the flash of his camera’s lends, Arthur is using his considerable height to get to a more advantageous spot towards the front, and leaves Remus in the dust, as if he hasn’t just obliterated his every assumption of Sirius from after that initial meeting.
And unbidden, the words his mother had told him so many years ago, about facts and how they can color a situation just simply based off the person who’s speaking them— flood to the forefront of his mind.
“Fucking hell,” Remus mutters lowly, gets jostled by Greengrass, a hawkish reporter from a rivaling publication who always has on the most wickedly sharp acrylic nails, and perfectly quaffed curls— as she waves around her certification to speak her inquiry.
“My question is for Potter,” she announces when the woman leading the event, McGonagall, points her way. “And I was wondering how early you boys have to rise for training during the season? And how intense the sessions are that Coach Hooch puts you guys through?”
Potter, the one with the redheaded girlfriend that Remus heard so much about last night between his ranting at Sirius, parts his lips, but it’s not his voice that ends up reverberating through the outdoors space. Instead, it’s Sirius, who’s shouldering him with a goading air, obviously expecting his comment to have only ended up in Potter’s ear and not caught by the mike.
“I wonder if Lupin will let me wake up with’m so he can let me get some real training done before practices, eh?”
And just as soon as his words pitter off, the entire crowd drops to a hush— quiet enough so that they could probably hear it if a pen dropped.
Sirius’s handsome face— strong jawline, and broad but sharp cheekbones, and a long, narrow nose— goes suddenly ashen, and he flashes over to Remus as if he’s terrified that he’ll bite his face off.
God, what an idiot.
With a long suffering sigh, Remus plucks out the microphone from a slack faced Greengrass’s hand. “We can discuss the regimen afterwards, Black. Just meet me by the front doors and let your mate answer the bloody question.”
Everyone around them falls into laughter that’s caught between uncomfortable chuckles and amazingly amused cackling, but the only person Remus is paying any mind is Sirius, and how he seems to have gone absolutely incandescent, nodding electrically before miming the zip of his lips and gesturing for Potter to carry on.
Jesus help him, Remus has no idea what he’s gotten himself into.
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Old Beginning Pt. 2
pairings - aaron hotchner x reader, jethro gibbs x reader
chapters - one
summary - the news of a dinner party arrises, but there are some little challenges before the actually night
wc - 3k
an - sorry this took awhile, my summer is over and my writing schedule will be a little wonky now. i’m taking a break from answering requests, so I apologize if I haven’t answered yours, but i eventually will
Penelope and you both looked back at Aaron, taken back by his repeating of the word ‘boyfriend’. You didn’t plan on telling people so soon, considering he was your boss from your old line of work.
“I want to know everything about him, you have to invite him!” Penelope quickly went back into her loud chatting, attracting other faces at her comment. “I also may have mentioned to some of the team that you do have a boyfriend, it just slipped! You know I can’t keep secrets!”
“It’s okay, Pene,” You smiled softly. “I can’t invite him though, you know, since I’m not the one holding the dinner event.”
“You can invite your partner, everyone else can as well, considering it is a catch up,” Dave walked over, a cup of coffee in his own hand as he used the other to scratch at his stubble. “I’ll even invite the woman I’ve been seeing. Feel free to all bring a plus one, I have enough room and everyone deserves a taste of my Italian dishes, will change their lives.”
“Thank you, Rossi, but I simply can’t. It’s so soon, and he’s such a busy man,” You laughed, waving your hand. “It was a kind gesture though.”
“L/n, don’t tell us you’re embarrassed to show your new boyfriend to us?” Derek walked back over, poking your shoulder. “Penelope told all of us down here, just wanted to wait and see when you would tell us.”
“I’m not embarrassed, that’s absurd. He’s truly busy.”
“Invite him, I’ll make sure Will comes and hire a babysitter for Henry, so that we can truly have a adult night,” JJ chuckled. “Everyone is bringing a date, so it would be odd if you didn’t.”
“Actually, I don’t have a partner at the moment due to how invested I am in my studies and the factors of that many young woman my age only focus on the factor of conventional attractiveness rather then the complexity of brains and deep-”
“Don’t worry, Spencer, if you don’t have a date, then I’ll just bring two,” Emily joked. “You don’t need a date, I’m not bringing one either, but Y/n is for sure.”
“I’ll be like the tw-”
“You are dating someone, we aren’t, so you’ll bring that someone. Come on, L/n,” Emily continued on, grabbing your hand and pulling you away. “I’ll walk you out,” She turned back to wink at her coworkers, leading you to the elevator and soon the parking lot.
“Aaron,” Rossi looked towards his friend, a man who had his glare fixated on your exiting figure. “Will you bring Beth, the more the merrier.”
“Yeah, I suppose I will,” He answered, retrieving his cellphone from his pocket, pulling up her contact picture, thumb hovering over the call button. “Let’s finish up this work, so we call all get home.” He shoved it back in his pocket, commanding everyone else while moving back up the stairs to his office.
Meanwhile, you were outside of your car, looking at Emily still was right by your side.
“Bring your boyfriend,” She commented, watching as you fished for your keys and unlocked your car. “I want to meet him, I haven’t really talked to you in a long time.”
“We’re both so busy. Him as well.”
“Seriously, Y/n, I’m not gonna ease up on you. I’ve noticed the new tint in your eye, new considering the last time it was severely dulled. It’s amazing to see your real smile again, you closer to your old self despite the past losses. He really has helped you, so I want to meet the man who helped my dear friend so much.”
You contemplated her kind words, getting down to the point that everyone probably was happy to see you again, yourself physically and mentally.
“I’ll call him, see if he can come. Can’t promise anything, his work is very important to him, so if it needs him he’s there.”
Emily smiled widely, leaning over to kiss your cheek before you moved to open the front door and start your car.
“Great, I’m actually bringing someone. Poor Spencer might be the only one.”
“Aaron is as well?”
“Hotch, yeah,” She laughed. “Meet her at some track meet he had, Jack really likes her.”
“That’s good, I’ll see you soon then,” You smiled, shutting the door as Emily watched you back out, waving a small goodbye.
Leaving the facility, while at a stop light, you found your flip phone, finding the contact of Jethro and quickly dialing the number.
“Gibbs,” He answered.
“Hey, are you on a case?”
“No, are you driving?”
“Yes, safely. What are you doing? Building a boat,” You chuckled, imagining him in the basement with the tool and sweaty shirt.
“Yeah. Did you meet up with your old team today?”
“Mhm, all surprised to see me today. It was humorous in a sense. But, Rossi invited me and everyone to a dinner, telling us to bring a partner.”
“Who are you planning on bringing?”
“You.”
“So, we’re being more public with our relationship?”
“Just with the old team, my old team, they don’t have contact with anyone apart of NCIS, or at least not personal only professional.”
“I thought you were going to come and see me, instead of making me drive,” You could almost sense his smile on the other line, a mocking one.
Gibbs would obviously accept the offer, the man truly holding a strong affection for you, a soft spot personally for you, so he would agree to drive the hour or two.
But just because he would, it doesn’t mean he didn’t have to mess around a bit, act like he wouldn’t.
“I know, but then you can see my new apartment. And after this weekend, who knows when we’ll be able to see each other again. Both of our jobs involved sporadic cases that start and end at no specific time, hard to plan around. And, everyone is pressuring me to meet you.”
“I’m already popular, huh?”
“I suppose,” You huffed, rubbing your temple, exhaustion starting to take over you, wanting to get some rest, a calming bath to combat earlier feelings that seemed as if they were creeping up once again.
“I’ll come, don’t worry. Get home safe, call me when you have the address and date.”
“Okay, bye.” You hung up, tossing the phone onto the empty seat as you continued to drive, playing the music from the CD already inserted in your car.
Time leading up to the dinner seemed to fly by, especially considering that it wasn’t much time and you weren’t having to work. You decided to take the free time to get fully settled in, figure out your nerves, make a phone call to your therapist, and even read. Trying to get prepared for all the days that are to come.
Your hair was now being changed from its normal du to a new one, fancier in a sense. Applying a nice coat of makeup, new lip color, trying a new pallet and the old eyelash curler that hasn’t been used in a while, you finished ‘upgrading’ your face. A outfit was simple, considering you didn’t have many fancy ones, so with not much to choose, it was a quick decision.
Sliding that on and fixing the straps to be a bit tighter, messing with the bra to fit correctly, and pulling it down a bit, you grabbed your go to purse, shoving needed materials a into it as you moved to the kitchen.
Within the kitchen, there was a certain door within the wall of the pantry with a password. Quickly typing in the combination the door swung open, choosing between a small but handy knife, you put in the pocket of your bag.
You weren’t too worried about dangers at the dinner, but with years of catching/fighting murders, specific people after you, and even very powerful assassins, you carried certain weapons for safety.
Hearing the sturdy knock of someone’s knuckles on your front door, you rushed to shut the the secret door in the pantry, heading to your front door where someone was waiting.
A quick peak through the hole, your eyes widened in surprise and opened the door, allowing the man to walk in.
“I wasn’t expecting to see you, till uh, later tonight,” You mentioned, looking him up and down to see him more dressed up. “Are you not able to attend anymore?”
“No, I’m still going,” Hotch denied, sliding off his shoes and following you to the couch. “I just wanted to chat before than, a chance for just the two of us.”
“Is something wrong?” You walked over to your teapot, filling it with water, and placing it on your stove, heating up the water. “This is very unexpected.”
“Nothing is wrong. I just want to talk to you, see the apartment, hear what’s new with you.”
“Things,” You shrugged. “Obviously I’ve had a new job experience, similar in ways and also not. Grew closer with a new group of teammates, people, lost a few. Yeah, lost a few,” You repeated, remembering Jenny Shepard, even Kate, both amazing women, who did amazing things.
“That’s always hard, I guess my most recent loss was Haley,” Aaron hummed, soon the kettle making a high pitched noise, you rushing to take it off and grab some tea bags.
“She was also a amazing woman. Wonderful mother, cared so much for that little boy.”
“She really was.”
“Did you come to chat about her, it’s been a while since we had. Last time we really talked was five months after she passed, after the funeral.”
“It really has been that long?” Aaron questioned, taking the tea that you time handed him. “But it’s not the reason I came. I should have made more of a effort to keep in touch, after your transfer, after your loss.”
“You stayed with me for three months, allowing to lose some time with your son so you could change my dirty sheets and pick up all my snotty tissues,” You laughed, sitting down across from him with your own cup. “You had to get back to your family, make up for loss time.”
“You still helped me with my divorce during that time, and I still saw Jack,” He reminded you.
“I could’ve moved in with my father, but you allowed me not to do that.”
“Your father is a good man, but might not be the best to live with,” He laughed, a deep chuckle, something you didn’t see much. “You look nice.”
“Now you just notice,” You chuckle, taking another sip. “Thank you, you look nice as well. I was actually just going to call Jethro and tell him to meet me there, a bit of a drive and he isn’t happy about having to find a new team,” You spoke freely, feeling comfortable with the old friend, one you used to spill everything to years ago, him ranting to you too.
“Jethro? He has his own team? Sounds like a boss of some type.”
“Uh, technically. It’s complicated. I need to get going, to make it to the dinner on time and, finish, um, cleaning up my room before leaving.”
“I could take you there.”
“No thanks, I’ll see you there, bye.” You helped guide him to the door, a curt wave before he exited and shut it, locking it in a rush and moving back to the dining room table to clean the mugs.
You didn’t want to tell him all that, always insecure due to Gibbs being the prior boss of you and how people looked at that. Rumors were always spread about your and Aaron’s relationship, mostly about it being romantic.
Joining the team, you two easily hit it off due to your personalities. Always being filled with determination and stubbornness, refusing to give up till everything was done and right, even with files. Eventually you joined together, talked, spent most days with each other due to cases, and truly gained a very close friendship.
When rumors were getting around, glares were thrown your way, comments, left out by members who weren’t your immediate teams. People thought you were the cause of Haley and Aaron’s divorce, somehow word got around quickly, drama always does.
It was frustrating, already dealing with many different things at home, and even being in a relationship, it put so much unneeded stress and anxiety onto you.
So, getting into a relationship with Gibbs was a very reluctant thing on your part, he expressed his feelings first, but it was hard to accept them, despite the nerves he faced to do it.
Locking up the apartment, having all of your items with you, you made your way out the door and too your car, starting the drive to David’s house.
Upon arriving, you could hear light chatter in the home, lights on, and soothing music playing in the background. It sounded like everyone was having their fun, you couldn’t make out all the shadows of everyone indoors, just waiting outside for Jethro to arrive.
“Y/n?” You turned around at the sound of his voice, keys jingling in his hands as he walked up to you with a sly smile, shoving them in his pockets to place his arms around your waist. “What’s wrong, love?” Be snaked them around, a kiss to your somewhat clothed shoulder.
“Nothing, just a bit nervous to introduce you to everyone,” You smiled back at him, he squeezed a little tighter, catching your lips in a quick kiss. “Looking at your team, yet?”
“Nevermind that,” He grumbled, removing his hands to now interlace your left one with his right. “We should go in, right?”
“Maybe we could head back, to my place, say you are sick or something?” You looked back at him with a pleading look, to which he just chuckled at, starting to move to the front door, pressing the doorbell as you groaned a little.
“You’ll be fine,” He looked back at you as Rossi answered the door, cheerful smile on his lips, glass of scotch in hand as he moved out of the way to let you in.
“Ah! Y/n!” He cheered, leaning over to kiss your cheek and then pulled back. “Glad you made it! This must be…”
“Y/n! Oh where is the man?” Penelope rushed in, coming right by you with her own fruity drink, then leaning to whisper in your ear. “Is this him, oo!”
“Uh, Jethro that’s David,” You pointed to the man who first greeted you, him and Jethro shaking hands. “This is Penelope, the one kind of like Abby,” You smiled, as she gave you a little look, turning back and enveloping him in a little hug. She quickly turned back to you.
“He looks a little intimidating,” She whispered as you just laughed.
“For sure,” You nodded.
“Can I offer you a drink?” David turned to you two, gesturing to the one in his hand. “Something like Garcia for you Y/n, and what about you Jethro?”
“Just call me Gibbs, and yeah that’s fine,” He corrected Rossi, taking your hand as the two of you walked more inside of the magnificent house.
It truly was so well designed, very expensive, and the appetizers adorning the oak wood table looked very delicious. You wanted to go and grab a bite, before you were actually led to the living room where everyone was currently sitting.
“L/n, finally made it,” Derek laughed, beer in his hand as he pointed at you with a little chuckle. “You always know how to be a bit late.”
“Fashionably late, I believe that’s what it’s called,” JJ corrected them with her own wine glass in hand, Will sat right besides her on one of the couch as most of them in that room joined in laughter.
“What can I say?” You laughed, walking over, feeling less nervous with the factor of introducing your boyfriend, taking a seat on another couch in the large room, Jethro automatically sitting right besides you.
“So, introduce us,” Emily motioned over to Jethro, sly smile playing on her lips.
“This is Jethro, but he goes by Gibbs, and, uh, this is the team,” You started to name everyone off while pointing to them, leaving off a few names due to your members introducing their own partners to you.
Emily, Derek, and JJ had all brought partners. Spencer and Penelope decided to ‘go together’ as if they were partners, and Hotch hadn’t arrived yet. Rossi also had his girlfriend helping him cook in the kitchen, making drinks for you and Gibbs now.
“So, you work at NCIS, right?” Spencer questioned. “The Naval Criminal Investigative Service, very interesting considering the type of crimes you investigate. I would love to hear more about some of your cases and how you went about it,” Spencer smiled, a small notebook being pulled out of his pocket with a pen.
“Yeah,” Gibbs just nodded, looking at you a little questioning, which you just chuckled at.
“Why should we talk so much about work, it’s something we all do too much of,” You joked, everyone laughing, as Dave came back out, handing some drinks.
“Fine, fine, what do you do for fun Mr. Gibbs?” Derek asked, putting a arm over the couch and pulling his girl closer to his side, the woman just on her phone.
“I like to build boats, a type of hobbie I’ve been doing for years.”
“Building boats? Where?” Will wondered, intertwining his fingers with JJ.
“My basement, a private workspace.”
“How do you get it out then?” Penelope inquired, now back by Spencer and her face in her hand, leaning closer to show her interest in Gibbs statement.
“I’d be no fun if you knew that,” He shrugged, taking a drink with a small smile as Penelope gasped, Emily mouthing how ‘I like him’. It was sweet how everything was going well.
They all continued to converse with Gibbs, easily accepting him apart of the conversation, it was sweet and you were now on your second drink, practically all nerves gone.
“Sorry we’re late,” A voice mentioned in the hallway, dressed in a fine suit with a beautiful woman standing besides him. He shrugged off the last of his coat as he hung it up, taking her hand and walking into the hallway a little.
“This is such a nice place, Aaron. Oh! Your friend, wow, so grand,” The woman admired, now truly getting in your line of sight.
“Yeah,” He mumbled, eyes interlocking with yours before falling onto Gibbs. “I’m Aaron, call me Hotch.”
“I’m Gibbs,” Your boyfriend stood up, moving over to the other man with his hand stuck out. “Call me that.”
You had a feeling this evening wouldn’t be as smooth as you hoped.
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