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al-astakbar · 4 months ago

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☆ The Gift -- Thrawn x reader ☆

>title ☆ The Gift ☆part 9/?

>summary ☆ As congratulations for his recent promotion to Grand Admiral, Emperor Palpatine gives Thrawn a gift -- a young woman who has been trained as a pleasure companion.

>pairing ☆ Thrawn x reader ☆ word count [1.3k] ☆ warnings for this part ☆ none> series warnings ☆ dubious consent; sexual slavery; concubine/ sex slave AU; will add more warnings as more parts are posted

>series navigation ☆ part 1 ☆ part 2 ☆ part 3 ☆ part 4 ☆ part 5 ☆ part 6 ☆ part 7☆ part 8 ☆ part 9 ☆ part 10

>posted on ao3

author note!! To be very clear, in this story reader is a concubine against her will and is gifted to Thrawn, but there is at no point any noncon between Thrawn and reader. Reader is never noncon with anyone, either referenced or explicitly, and there is never any explicit noncon. However, this is a darker take on Thrawn and he doesn't really have many hangups about putting his gift to use...

The chance comes much sooner than you think.

Two days later, you come awake, slowly, to flashes of green. Annoyed— it’s much too early-- you pull the covers over your head but then a howling alarm starts.

That does it. You sit up, suddenly and unwillingly wide awake. Out the viewport, the Chimaera’s turbolaser batteries unleash a bright salvo of green against a swarm of starfighters.

The chrono on the nightstand marks 04:12.

One of the fighters peels off, making a run straight for the Chimaera’s superstructure-- you freeze, transfixed-- it looks like it’s coming right at you, like it’s going to suicide into the bridge just a few levels above-- but a bolt catches it and it disintegrates in a fireball, leaving metal shards drifting in the void and fizzling blue-silver against the shields..

You take a shaky breath, and force yourself to move. You dress quickly, panicked, your eyes still bleary. Your only thought is to find Thrawn.

He’s in his office, shrugging on his tunic as he gives clipped orders into his comm link. “— yes, Commodore, and aim to disable and capture one, if possible. I’m on my way now.”

“What’s going on?” You ask. He’s already striding toward the hatch, pressing down the sealing strip of his tunic. “Are we— is the ship under attack?”

He picks up his service belt from where it’s draped over the back of the armchair, buckles it on. He glances out the viewport, in answer to your question. Obviously. “Remain here. I do not expect this to take long.”

More flashes of turbolaser fire, and more fighters breaking off to attempt to strafe the Chimaera’s weak points-- the shield generators, probably.

“But I--” He turns away, but you reach out and grab his arm. He looks at you, then at your hand, then back at you. You yank your hand away, gripping it to your chest. “Sorry. But I can’t--” The idea of being shut in here alone makes your stomach turn.

Suddenly there’s a blast-- you flinch-- and another one, heavier, powerful enough to make everything in the room shake and the lights flicker. “Please, I don’t want to stay here.”

He takes in your wide eyes, your trembling hands that you’re trying to hold steady. He nods, his expression and tone severe. “Come, then. And do not fall behind.”

His personal squad of death troopers fall in step once you reach the main passageway. You follow closely, as that’s the only way to assure you aren’t getting in anyone’s way. Crew members hurry past in both directions, though they all step aside for the Grand Admiral.

On the bridge, the crew are already working to repel the attack, calling out sensor readings and positions. Thrawn’s arrival seems to ease the tension, just a bit, to reassure everyone that the situation is well in hand.

You’re grateful he agreed to your request. His calm in the face of chaos is unfaltering, and you feel safe just watching him as he strides down the command walkway, posture impeccably straight.

“Report, Commodore.”

Faro’s bearing is unmatched, even as her eyes flick to you, who shouldn’t be here. “Twenty TIEs scrambled so far, sir. We mark--” she looks down to someone in the crew pits to confirm.

“Two hundred and forty-three.”

“--now two hundred and forty-three hostile ships of unknown origin.”

“And the fighter screen?”

“They were out of position when we were ambushed, sir. I apologize--”

Thrawn holds up his hand. “It is irrelevant now. Have them hold position. Do not launch any more fighters until my signal.”

As usual, you stay back, well out of the way, and once Ronan arrives on the bridge, he comes to stand near you.

“Your first taste of space combat, I take it?” He says lightly, as if trying to sound unbothered. But he keeps shifting on his feet and fiddling with the hem of his cape.

“Yes,” you lie. Because it’s easier not to have to explain.

“Well, there’s nothing to be concerned about.”

Just then, an out of control fighter spirals across the Chimaera’s starboard side, and just before it impacts, a pair of TIEs sweep in, blowing it to pieces.

You’re close enough to the airwing control station to hear their comms chatter-- “splash one!” “we got him” “coming around--” “another one on your tail”

You let out a nervous laugh. Slip the data stick out of its hidden pocket and clench it tightly in your fist. You’ll have no better opportunity than this.

“Contact!” Hammerly calls. “Unidentified cruiser just jumped in, sir, bearing five degrees mark delta.”

Thrawn goes over to look at the display, then motions for Senior Lieutenant Lomar. “Hail that cruiser. Open frequency.”

You have a second to marvel at how efficient and responsive his crew is-- Lomar had been anticipating his commander, and nods almost immediately to Thrawn that it’s ready.

“Attention, unknown cruiser. This is Grand Admiral Thrawn. By the authority of the Galactic Imperial Navy, I order you to stand down, and identify yourself.”

Static crackles over the connection. For a moment, everyone on the bridge holds their breath-- would there be an answer? Across the entire viewport, the battle still rages, though it’s already turning in Thrawn’s favor.

Then, -- a voice. Gruff, almost metallic through the communications link. “I’ve heard of you.”

With everyone’s attention on the mysterious captain, you sidle closer to Ronan, and as casually as possible, brush his hand. He makes no reaction, just smoothly and quickly slides the datastick from your palm into his, and then it disappears into his pocket.

“All the others who’ve come through here were easy prey.”

Thrawn is steady, emotionless. “You’ve attacked other Imperial ships?”

The voice laughs. Thrawn silently gestures to Commodore Faro, who seems to know what he wants. With the signal given, Lieutenant Agral begins to maneuver the Chimaera. Its bow angles down. Its hangar bay now faces away from the plane of battle and though its topside is now more exposed, the support ships serving as the fighter screen have had time to move into position.

“I say again,” Thrawn says, his tone still polite. “Transmit identification.”

“I’m afraid we won’t be doing that today, Grand Admiral.”

At that moment, the Chimaera’s remaining TIEs-- nearly the full complement-- stream around out of the ISD’s shadow, closing fast to range the cruiser. It looks like they’re going to catch it, that Thrawn’s plan is going to work, to intercept, capture, and identify the mysterious attackers. But just as they start to open fire, the cruiser jumps away.

Silence falls over the bridge. Everyone looks to the Grand Admiral.

Thrawn gives a slight bounce on the balls of his feet. Even from here, you can see, he’s displeased, though his single ISD and just two support ships had defended against over two hundred, and come away with minimal casualties and damage. But from what you gather, this outcome is far from his usual victories. Still, the crew seem relieved, and in good spirits. For some of the more junior members, this was their first combat experience. Emotions run high. Thrawn orders meritorious citations for the two TIE pilots who had blown up the enemy fighter before it could crash into the star destroyer.

This is what those bios had alluded to. Thrawn had pulled off an unlikely victory under pressure, and in the aftermath, he gives all credit to his crew. In some ways, he is a very difficult person to dislike. Though, Ronan doesn’t seem to have that problem. Now that the danger is over, he stomps over in a huff to demand answers about something or other, and to question Thrawn’s tactics.

For your part, you must wait. The data stick with your question safely passed to Ronan. There is little else you can do, except wait, and grow more dismayed each day he doesn’t slip it back to you, or indeed, acknowledge your existence at all.

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rosietrace · 5 months ago

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「 Mystery Maiden 」

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Central Character ; 『 Ernest Shelley, the Unnamed Gentleman 』 | 『 Lizzie Shelley, Wife of the Undead 』

Others ; Lizabeta | Viktor

Mentioned ; Lilith Winchester

Pairing(s) ; Ernest & Lizzie

【 This is both a short story important to the central character's story; All Ocs belong to their respective owners and will be credited at the end. 】

Synopsis: “It was like his heart finally learned to beat.”

Warning(s): potentially ooc, may or may not align with the current ideas for Ernest's backstory, kinda angsty but its generally really sweet at the end?, Shelley couple shenanigans!!

[ Apologies for any out of character moments ]

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Ernest sensed it; he didn't know what it was, but it felt as though there was something in between the distant howling of winds.

He wasn't one for parties— or any of the noble gatherings his parents would fuss for him and his older brothers to attend, for that matter. Not when he'd much prefer the isolation of the music room. Of the calming, comforting quiet.

But tonight, he'd had a plan in mind. Originally, Ernest intended not to attend.

After the annulment of his engagement with lady Lilith Winchester, Ernest's parents never failed to give him anything but looks of disappointment at the dinner tables— tonight was meant to be his ‘redemption’, of sorts.

However Ernest wasn't attending the gathering for a chance at his parents' forgiveness for his so-called impertinence. He'd come, not for his parents or for a chance at scrambling to fix up his already displeasing reputation after the engagement to Lilith. But for a girl.

A girl, whom Ernest currently stared at from a safe distance. Longing, yearning for her to meet his gaze in any way that might've mattered, yet not being rewarded with anything in return.

Ernest's lips curled, his jaw tense. The girl, beautiful and incomparable with skin that called to mind the paleness of the moon, was with another person. A gentleman who Ernest knew, even if he'd never seen the man in his life, was a far better match for her than he ever could be.

He wanted to curse himself for not pursuing her more boldly. For being so cowardly that he wanted to court her openly right at the last minute, only to come to the revelation that she'd accepted the courtship of another distinguished aristocrat.

“Are you quite all right?” Lizabeta was kind to Ernest, far more than his second elder brother could ever be. Ernest wasn't close with his sister-in-law, but the point remained that she was more pleasant to focus his attention on when compared to the sight not too far from him.

“I'm fine,” Ernest said. He'd tried to sound convincing enough for Lizabeta to believe such an obvious little white lie.

He was unsuccessful. “You very clearly aren't.” Lizabeta’s brows furrowed, her forehead creased.

“I can assure you, I'm fine..”

“Has anyone ever told you that you've never had an affinity for lying, Ernest?”

He suddenly began to start seeing why his parents chose her to be Viktor’s wife in the first place. “Well—”

“Worry not about Ernest, Liza, dear.”

Viktor's presence was anything but comforting; compared to Lizabeta's kind words and gentle tone, Ernest's elder brother — hubristic genius he was — was anything but.

Viktor's arm wrapped around the waist of Ernest's sister-in-law, whose expression softened whilst gazing into Viktor's eyes.

Far too good, Ernest believed, his arms tucked behind his back until he decided he looked too militaristic in that stance.

Far too good for my brother.

Lizabeta had snark. Wit. Next to another young lady from a family of high-rank, she was more compatible with Viktor than any of the ‘options’ Ernest's parents had bestowed upon his older brother.

That being said, outside of snark and a sharp wit, Lizabeta was — in Ernest's most humble opinion — far too good for his brother.

Viktor was brilliant. Ernest had heard those words so many times in was emblazoned into his skull, at this point.

But what Viktor didn't have, was compassion. And while most people would say that Lizabeta balanced him out in that regard, Ernest believed otherwise.

In the back of his mind, Ernest hoped, in this life or maybe the next, that Lizabeta would find someone… better. Someone who'd treat her more kindly than Viktor was ever capable of— someone deserving of all the love Lizabeta had in spades.

Although right now, what Ernest wanted wasn't to think about what if. Not about Lizabeta, about Viktor, not even for himself.

Turning to his brother and his wife, the former being so enthralled in his own scientific brainrot that he didn't notice the loving looks of yearning from the latter, and spoke.

“Is there a music room, nearby?” he tried to make the question sound as natural as an unexpected query could've been.

Viktor's brow arched. “Music room?” His tone held warning. “You aren't planning to abandon tonight's festivities to write another symphony, are you?”

Lizabeta gave her miserably neglectful husband a pointed look. Ernest pitied her; tonight was meant to be her chance to bond with Viktor. Not her opportunity to look even more ‘soft-hearted’ by helping him.

Viktor was no honorable man, but he kept his lips sealed once his gaze went to Lizabeta. When she turned to Ernest, the pointedness of her wry expression had softened.

“It's in the next room over.” The music room, she meant. Ernest couldn't fight the small tug of his lips.

He didn't say much of anything else to his sister-in-law, or to his older brother, for that matter. Instead, Ernest just strode off, brushing past her and her newly appointed fiancé.

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Not many enjoyed silence. Many, Ernest's family included, found it benign. Haunting. Lonely.

Ernest saw little loneliness in the silence of what was practically an abandoned music room; the room lacked light, little to no candelabras or blown out crystal chandeliers adding any fixtures of glimmering lights.

Shadow cast over the room in the same vein as the night sky shadowed over the realms. Cobwebs were already in the corners of the room, on the unused instruments; desolate, haunted, forgotten.

Yet even so, Ernest found more company in the out-of-tune piano in the room than the crowded space of the ballroom. If he had wished, he would've stayed in that room for hours; his subconscious leaving this world and moving on to one that brought him happiness.

Until he heard the sounds of footsteps drawing near.

With a sharp hitch of his breath, Ernest stood up almost instantaneously, knocking over the stool he'd been sitting on.

He looked around every corner of the room, until he saw a shadow of a person — a woman — standing in front of the door he'd used to get to the music room; it was a convenience that said room was so close to the ballroom.

At first it was hard to see what kind of person the woman appeared to be; she had long, unkept hair; her eyes, Ernest couldn't quite make out, but her dress…

It felt like a fashion from another era entirely. Whether the dress, and the woman wearing it, were from the past, this present, or the unforeseeable future— Ernest didn't know.

He tensed up, taking a slight step back. “I…”

“Uh, sorry.” The woman's accent was different from his. And the rest of the aristocracy, for that matter. “I heard the sound of a piano and… wanted to know what that was all about.. That's all.”

“.. Ah.” Ernest's eyes went to the piano that stood at his side. It was out-of-tune, forgotten with as much lack of care as the rest of the room.

And here he was; now standing before a mysterious young maiden from what looked to be a remnant of another time; their only source of light being the shining silhouette of the ballroom behind those stained glass doors.

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“Are you okay?” Lizzie Shelley asked.

She had no idea how she even got into a situation where she time travelled. Some part of her wanted to believe it was an elaborately realistic dream— but the tricks of pinching oneself yielded very little results.

The man in front of her was handsome, that much was a fact she could acknowledge. In fact, the man reminded her of the bust in the cemetery she frequented.

Maybe he is, Lizzie began to consider. Or maybe he isn't.

For now, however, she'd mentally named him ‘Ernest’; the name belonging to the tomb at which the bust sat above.

Finally, ‘Ernest’ answered. “I'm fine.”

He said I'm fine in the same way Lizzie tried to say the same thing; a matter of effort put into saying two simple words that were opposite to how they truly felt.

“You look nervous.” Lizzie stated the obvious. “Is it… because of me?”

He hesitated. It looked like a habit of his, hesitating. “... Would it be too rude of me to say so?”

The answer to that question was easy. She gave a shake of her head. “No… I wouldn't think so..”

Ernest hummed. God, this entire conversation felt awkward as all hell…

Looking around, Lizzie tried — and I mean, tried — to not make things as awkward as they already were.

“... This place looks abandoned,” stating the obvious was the easiest choice.

Ernest nodded. “No one comes into this room anymore.”

“Why?”

“That, I am uncertain…”

“Perhaps,” Ernest's eyes softened as he took in every detail of the desolate music room; devoid of any light say for the glass doors leading to the next room over. “It is because no one truly values silence, anymore.”

Lizzie's head cocked to the side. “Silence.” She repeated.

“Silence,” Ernest's fingers lined the dusty keys of the piano, delicately brushing over each black and white key. “It isn't as treasured as it used to be. Frankly, I am under the belief that silence was never mortality’s specialty.”

Lizzie's hands clasped together, tucked behind her back as she took a small step closer. She thought of her stepmother; of her step siblings. “There's always going to be someone wanting to make noise. Even when it totally isn't…”

Their eyes met. “Necessary.” Was what they both said.

“... And your thoughts on the quiet?” Ernest took one small step as well, mimicking Lizzie's mannerisms.

Lizzie looked up at the cobwebbed chandelier; a marvel that should've been the centerpiece of heavenly light for this room, forced to submit to darkness because nothing but shadows could accept them.

“I like it,” was her honest answer, a small smile creeping up her face. “Not everyone likes being alone but… I like it. It's comforting once you find the beauty in it.”

From there, she only seemed to go on a tangent. And Ernest let her— even when he didn't understand the usage of words such as “totally” and the needless usage of “like” in certain sentences.

But then… “There's this cemetery I visit a lot.” Lizzie's smile only seemed to widen, then soften up, just from thinking of the cemetery. Of the tomb she'd labeled her favorite because of the face of the sculpted bust.

“Cemetery?” Ernest looked like the hairs on his arms shot up at the mention of the word. He looked slightly shaken.

Lizzie responded, “My family sometimes takes care of a cemetery in our town. It's mostly me that visits it, though. It's like… my safe space.”

“But-” Ernest wasn't quite sure how to say this without potentially offending her. “... Isn't that a little unorthodox? Do you not face judgment?”

Everyday, Lizzie answered in her head. My stepmom looks at me, and it's like she's deciding on whether she should be judge, jury, or executioner. Sometimes she's all three.

But she didn't breathe a word of any of that to the mystery man in front of her. Some part of Lizzie asked her if just speaking, looking, and breathing near this man could change her present timeline.

“I guess.” She gave a small shrug, trying to act like the question he'd asked didn't mean much of anything to her.

Ernest frowned. He was somewhat dissatisfied with the answer he'd been given; but he knew, better than most others in the aristocracy, that silence was golden. Treasured better than any secret.

Silence was what he'd given her in return.

Lizzie saw him turn his back on her. For a moment, she began to believe he was going to leave; to convince himself that the entire conversation they just had, the ongoing staring contests— they were but a hallucination.

Then he turned his head to face her, extending a hand that drew her in like a tug of a string attached to a puppet's limb.

“Shall we?” Ernest asked.

“Shall we what?” Lizzie replied with a question of her own.

“Promenade.” Ernest paused. “... A walk. In the garden, I mean.”

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An unchaperoned promenade, especially at a time in the dead of night, was nothing short of a disaster waiting to happen in the eyes of the ton.

A man and a woman, alone in an area where no one could find them… and if ever they were caught — especially in close proximity to one another…

An immediate engagement, Ernest thought with a slight shudder. to avoid scandal.

It didn't matter if they didn't do anything intimate. Just being with a person of the opposite sex, unchaperoned, was the equivalent to wanting a death sentence.

He didn't know if the girl beside him knew of that rule within the bounds of the aristocracy. He didn't even know who the girl even was.

“... So,” Ernest looked up at the moonlit sky. There was conversation to be had, right?

“So…” the girl looked off to the side. The pair were too awkward to truly engage in conversation— the silence was deafening. The kind that drove any socialite to insanity.

But… also comforting, in its own right.

Ernest had no way of knowing who this girl even was. And yet, her mere presence felt more welcoming than the sea of glances several nobles would give him on a regular basis.

“Forgive me, if I'm overstepping..” Ernest took a second shot at sparking conversation. “... Your family. What is it like?”

Some part of Ernest hoped that this girl — whoever she was — had a better domestic life than he did.

Unfortunately… “Not the best,” she said. Now it was her turn to look up at the moon, smiling up at it like it was some long lost friend.

That smile seemed to falter as she began to elaborate.

“My dad remarried after my mom died. My stepmom, she's… difficult.” Every word felt like they gave her tiny puncture wounds to the heart. “I'm not close with my step siblings… we don't really have the same interests.”

The more he learned about her, the more connected he felt to her. It was pitiable, Ernest wanted to believe. But also… relieving. Strange thing, human emotions.

“What about you?” asked the girl, directing the subject to him instead of her; like all she told him was everything she was okay with talking about.

Ernest understood the silent plea, and responded accordingly. “Not much different from your own familial situation…” a beat. “... except, in my case, I've no stepparent, nor step siblings.”

“Third-born sons can be… disappointing. One perfect brother, one brilliant one…” Ernest thought about the little boy he'd once been; the little boy who cried himself to sleep because he couldn't understand why his parents hated him so much.

“... And then there was me.” Ordinary. Unimpressive. Disgraceful.

Lizzie looked at him with slightly raised eyebrows. She stared at him like that for what felt like a small eternity.

Lizzie didn't have much knowledge in the art of comforting a person. Let alone consoling them for whatever they've been through; she never got that from her stepmother, and she knew she wasn't much help whenever her step siblings start breaking down into tears for God knows what.

Still. She made an effort for Ernest— he deserved that much. In some ways, they were like two sides of the same coin.

Lizzie gently bumped her shoulder against Ernest's. It made her stifle a laugh when she saw his startled reaction.

Ernest looked at her again… differently, this time. He didn't know why, but he was beginning to feel different around her. Just not in the negative aspect.

His eyes softened at her gaze, a smile crossing his face as the pair looked at one another; their only other company the moonlit sky.

Beautiful, Ernest thought. Not at the marvel that was the darkness of the night, but at her. At Lizzie.

Beautiful. Incomparable.

Like looking at her made his heart learn to beat.

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【 Taglist / Credits 】

↳ In order of OC appearances/mentions

Ernest Shelley — Me 😈

Lizzie Shelley — @starry-night-rose

Lizabeta Lenore | Viktor — Also Me 😈

Lilith Winchester — also @/starry-night-rose

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darkness-and-books · 8 months ago

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Saving Spock’s Eyebrows

Y/N is in there for a bit, but Spirk is kinda the star of the show here.

Inspired by this pin

⚠️: none

word count: 2,121

The words “OH MY GOD!!! I AM SO SORRY, SPOCK!!!!” ringing through the engineering deck, were simultaneously terrifying and sort of hilarious. Despite their previous engagements, every engineer came running, mostly because the words were preceded several seconds by a loud clang and what sounded like an engine blowing up. Sure they all cared about Spock too, but the reason the Enterprise still flies is because there's a whole crew of people who consider this ship their wife/baby. In mere moments Y/N and Spock were surrounded by a sea of redshirts and a chorus of, “What the hell happened?!?!” and , “What did you do to the ship?!?!” but it all stopped when Spock and Y/N turned to face them all. “Mhm,” Y/N cleared their throat and blushed, “Mr. Spock was just supervising my rerouting of the iron gluon centrifuges, when I hit my head trying to answer one of his questions,” Y/N explained shamefully, but still loud enough for everyone to hear. The surrounding crew burst into fits of stitch ripping laughter, “What, may I ask is so funny?” Spock inquired. Scotty spoke up over the crew men’s raucous laughter, “Ye laddies, ‘ave no eyebrows!” He shouted the information from somewhere within the crowd, Y/N instantly went to feel their face. Much to their own horror, Y/N found that Scotty wasn’t lying, the look of terror subsided for a moment when they realised that Scotty said neither of them had eyebrows. Y/N slowly looked over to spock, who was clearly raising his now nonexistent eyebrows. They did their damnedest not to laugh at him as they said, “He’s right!” Spock's lip curled slightly upward in a slight smile, “It would seem so,” He stated in an amused voice that very few would actually recognise as amused. They were both ordered to go down to medbay by Scotty, who insisted it was “Because you may have been affected by the combustion in some way we can’t see,” but Y/N was fairly certain that Scotty just wanted to give everyone between here and the medbay a good laugh. “What the hell happened to you!” McCoy shot through fits of laughter as they both walked into the room. “Engineering accident,” Y/N stated without hesitation or humour. They didn’t even bother staying and instead went down to the bridge to get it over with. Upon stepping off of the turbo lift and entering the bridge, Kirk turned around and was about to say something, but it dissipated into hearty laughter. Once his laughter stopped, Jim looked genuinely concerned, getting up to wrap his arms around Spock, “Are you okay, Sweetheart?” He asked Spock, still trying not to laugh as he placed a kiss where Spock’s eyebrow had been. “I’m quite fine, I assure you,” Spock informed with a light green blush painted over his face. Jim’s face lit up with unmistakable mischief, “I could help, you know!” He exclaimed in complete and earnest glee. “Help with what, might I ask?” Spock asked with an attempted brow raise. “Put your eyebrows back,” Kirk replied as though his meaning were a given, “I don’t believe that will be necessary,” Spock nodded curtly. “No, no, please!” Jim pleaded desperately, “I promise, I can’t make it worse!” Jim reasoned. “He’s got you there,” Y/N pointed out with a chuckle, “You already have no eyebrows, what’s the worst that could happen?” Y/N asked innocently.

-Famous last words-

The next morning Spock came down to the officers’ mess with orange eyebrows, one of which must have been placed a solid quarter of an inch higher than the other, giving him a permanent look of concern. “Oh god!” Y/N howled from beside Scotty, “How did this happen?!?” Y/N asked as Scotty laughed loud enough to almost cover the question. “I believe the captain called them Crayola markers,” Spock said and raised an eyebrow, making it now level with the other one. “Don't be so surprised!” Scotty bellowed as Spock sat down across from the two of you. Spock was shortly followed by Jim, “Ah, and I assume that this is our own aspiring Picasso,” Y/N jeered as he took his seat next to spock. “At least his masterpiece is washable,” Scotty commented as he took in a drink of water.

-Mission Save The Vulcan Brows (so deemed by the captain himself) Day 2-

“Uhura, can I borrow your makeup?” Kirk asked her, “Still trying to fix his brows?” Uhura asked as casually as she could possibly manage, but some of her intense curiosity peaked through the facade. “Yeah,” He admitted sheepishly, “At least you’re using stuff meant for his face this time,” She sighed and handed him her makeup bag. “Thanks Uhura, you’re a lifesaver!” Kirk exclaimed as he ran off, “No, just a protector of brows everywhere!” She called after him. “Spock!” Jim called him from the nearest comm he could find, “Yes, captain?” The question came in slightly fuzzy, “I have the next solution! Meet me in my quarters,” Jim playfully ordered. “Alright, Jim, I believe I’m ready to know what your plan is,” Spock said, trying not to smile too much. “This!” Jim explained, without really explaining anything as he dumped Uhura’s makeup bag out onto his bed. “Do you know what any of these things are for?” Spock inquired, concern seeping into his tone as he scanned the alarming number of products scattered around the bed. “Not exactly, but we’ll learn together!” Jim exclaimed in such a way that Spock really couldn’t say no to this. “Let’s try this!” Jim said, holding up a flat and angled makeup brush that he thought looked perfect for recreating the generally very sharp shape of Spock’s brows. He dug around the products a little longer before coming to a colour palette that had a shade of black that Jim thought to be at least somewhat similar to his hair colour. “Okay, this looks like it’ll work,” Jim said more to himself than his boyfriend as he climbed into Spock’s lap to begin doing his makeup. “Hold still,” Kirk told Spock in a hushed tone as he dipped the brush generously into the black pigment. He started with drawing the inner end of the left brow, and tried pulling the colour out to create the bottom of the brow, which he tried to do evenly three times before he gave up because the brow had already become substantially thicker than he meant it to be. Moving to do the right brow, he took a different approach, pinching Spock’s face a little bit to feel where his brow usually sat and just filling in that space instead. While Jim’s theory for the right brow seemed like a good idea, the result was an alright looking human eyebrow, which did not at all match the incredibly dense looking Vulcan brow he had drawn on the left side of Spock’s forehead. Jim’s face fell as he scrutinised his work, “What is it, Jim?” Spock asked, raising an eyebrow (The one that at least looked kinda Vulcan), “I think I’ve done it wrong,” Kirk in a downtrodden tone. “I’m sure you did fine,” Spock assured, giving Jim’s hand a gentle kiss. Jim nervously handed Spock the compact mirror from Uhura’s things, Spock opened it and looked at himself in the small mirror. He laughed, “It’s fine,” Spock told Jim with a kiss on the lips, “Are you sure, I could try it again,” Jim offered, “No, it’s fine, I have duties to attend to at the moment,” Spock assured and informed. “Okay,” Jim conceded and slipped out of Spock’s lap to let him go. Spock walked out of Kirk’s quarters and the first person who saw him was Bones, “Oh my, thank god!” Bones smiled as he looked up as if actually blessed by god himself. “Your human half is showing!” Bones said with glee as he wiggled his eyebrows.

-Mission Save The Vulcan Brows, Day 3 (alternately titled: Trimming Tribbles)

To Jim there was exactly one good thing that came from being infested with Tribbles- their hair. Nobody has any clue how, but Jim managed to get one to stop reproducing and hold still long enough to trim it. Turns out those little things have so much fur for a reason, they’re real disturbing buggers underneath all that hair. Running to Spock’s quarters, Jim was now holding a plastic bag full of Tribble fur, with a new idea in mind. He punched the code into the keypad on Spock’s quarters, barging into the room, Spock looked up from his book. It was still so strange for Jim to see him without any eyebrows, he didn’t think it would make that much of a difference, but it did. “Another plan, Captain?” Spock asked teasingly, “In fact, I have!” Kirk replied, rather pleased with himself as he held up the tribble hair. At this point Spock just let the pieces fall where they may because Jim seemed to be having a good time with the whole thing. “Alright,” Spock agreed and stood from his chair to move to his bed. Much like before, Jim climbed into Spock’s lap, but this time he pulled a small bottle of glue out of the bag. Spock tried not to show it, but with the addition of glue the stakes seemed rather high and he was growing concerned at the prospect of whatever might happen. Jim unscrewed the top of the glue and used applicator inside to paint far too much glue on the spaces where Spock's eyebrows usually resided. Jim put the lid back on the glue and began to carefully press the fur to Spock's face, this process didn't take him nearly as long as trying to draw them on. When Jim was done he pulled back just a few inches to see the entirety of his work. His eyebrows furrowed together and the colour drained from his face as he saw his work in full. His eyes widened as he realised something more, "I uh, don't actually know how to remove this," Jim choked on his words as tears began to prick the corners of his eyes. "Oh, no, no, no, T'hy'la," Spock cooed, "I'm sure it's alright, I really don't care what it looks like. Did you have fun?" Spock prompted, Jim chuckled quietly as Spock swept the tears away from his face. "Alright," Spock sighed, in a joking manner, "Show me the damage," He requested and Jim walked him to the bathroom mirror. Spock took one look in the mirror and started to laugh, and not just a little bit either, but full body shaking as he doubled over and white knuckled the edge of the sink. "It's not that bad, is it?" Jim asked, "No, just a bit surprising," Spock informed as he straightened up to look at himself in the mirror again, his newly installed eyebrows were altogether the wrong colour, and the hairs were far too long. "Perhaps," Spock began, making eye contact with Jim through the mirror, "This ought to be the end of your mission, captain," Spock suggested, "I guess," Jim agreed. It took Spock many, many more showers to finish washing all the Tribble fur off of his face.

-Project Shine-

"Y/N!" Jim quietly pestered them during lunch. "Yes, Jim?" They acknowledged through a bite of their sandwich. "Have you got any rhinestones?!?" Jim asked with a glimmer in his eyes. "Yes, why?" Y/N asked, not particularly inclined to hand them over to the suspicious captain. Jim just wiggled his eyebrows and winked, Y/N got the message, "ah, they're all yours," they responded. After lunch Y/N delivered blue Rhine stones and makeup glue directly to Jim's quarter and found, unsurprisingly, that Spock was there too. "Special delivery," Y/N announced when Jim answered the door. "Come in, come in!" He ushered them through the door. "Spock" Jim sing songed, "Yes, Jim?" Spock asked from where he sat on the couch. "Just one more?" Jim pleaded, "Fine, but please only one more," Spock bargained, "Just one more!" Jim instantly agreed at the hint of getting his way. Spock moved to sit at the table with Jim and Y/N. "Here," Jim started, "You get the left brow while I get the right one," Jim directed Y/N.

Not five minutes later they had finished the job, and were quite proud of themselves too. This had been Spock's best set of replacement eyebrows yet. "Best to end the mission on a high note," Y/N commented as they looked over Spock's new and shiny brows.

Bonus scene: Spock was walking down the hall when, "I knew you had a little sugar in the tank, but I think this is a bit much for you," Bones commented.

Here, have some doodles I did while writing this.

#star trek #spock #Poor spock #Eyebrows #spork #spirk #star trek tos #Kirk is just trying to help

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It is again early morning, but I have rested and enjoyed the last twenty-four hours. I slept till late in the day, and awoke of my own accord. When I had dressed myself I went into the room where we had supped, and found a cold breakfast laid out, with coffee kept hot by the pot being placed on the hearth. There was a card on the table, on which was written:—

"I have to be absent for a while. Do not wait for me.—D." I set to and enjoyed a hearty meal. When I had done, I looked for a bell, so that I might let the servants know I had finished; but I could not find one. There are certainly odd deficiencies in the house, considering the extraordinary evidences of wealth which are round me. The table service is of gold, and so beautifully wrought that it must be of immense value. The curtains and upholstery of the chairs and sofas and the hangings of my bed are of the costliest and most beautiful fabrics, and must have been of fabulous value when they were made, for they are centuries old, though in excellent order. I saw something like them in Hampton Court, but there they were worn and frayed and moth-eaten. But still in none of the rooms is there a mirror. There is not even a toilet glass on my table, and I had to get the little shaving glass from my bag before I could either shave or brush my hair. I have not yet seen a servant anywhere, or heard a sound near the castle except the howling of wolves. Some time after I had finished my meal—I do not know whether to call it breakfast or dinner, for it was between five and six o'clock when I had it—I looked about for something to read, for I did not like to go about the castle until I had asked the Count's permission. There was absolutely nothing in the room, book, newspaper, or even writing materials; so I opened another door in the room and found a sort of library. The door opposite mine I tried, but found it locked. (dracula)

When I woke up, I was alone, lying on a sofa in a simply furnished little bedroom, with an ordinary mahogany bedstead, lit by a lamp standing on the marble top of an old Louis-Philippe chest of drawers. I soon discovered that I was a prisoner and that the only outlet from my room led to a very comfortable bath-room. On returning to the bedroom, I saw on the chest of drawers a note, in red ink, which said, 'My dear Christine, you need have no concern as to your fate. You have no better nor more respectful friend in the world than myself. You are alone, at present, in this home which is yours. I am going out shopping to fetch you all the things that you can need.' I felt sure that I had fallen into the hands of a madman. I ran round my little apartment, looking for a way of escape which I could not find. (the phantom of the opera)

The parallels are so chilling. The note. The locked doors. Christine is more desperate than Jonathan because she already knows for a fact that she’s been kidnapped (and I love the inversion too. She fell into the trap because she thought Erik was a supernatural being, an Angel sent by her father, when his danger lies in the fact that he’s just a normal man. Jonathan fell into the trap thinking he was going to meet a normal man, and fell in the clutches of a dangerous vampire), while Jonathan is frightened of the red flags, but still hasn’t enough evidence to fully realize what happened to him. And I love the differences too. Erik, under the delusion that he’ll later manage to make Christine into his wife, almost seems to care about his captive’s comfort. She has the means to do her toilette, and assurances that she won’t be touched without her consent. Of course, that’s nothing. He has fucking kidnapped and imprisoned her, and she’s right to despair. But even at these early stages, when Dracula has yet to show his true colors, Jonathan is being offered less than Christine. Dracula later claims to love him, yet he’s already deprived of mirrors and is already being touched in ways that make him uncomfortable. I love and am fascinated by both the similarities and the differences in these two passages. I love Jonathan Harker, Gothic Heroine.

#dracula #dracula spoilers #the phantom of the opera #gothic heroine jonathan harker #dracula daily #re: dracula

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Flash Forward - Part 1, Chapter 29 - Eyes of the Father

Summary: Set in the future, Tom brings his college girlfriend home for Thanksgiving. She’s worried about whether she’s enough to fit into the family of the famous Avenger Bucky Barnes and author, L.C. Chapman.

Length: 5.9 K

Characters: Tom Barnes, Raina (his girlfriend), Lacey Barnes, Bucky Barnes, Laura Barnes (daughter), Steve Barnes (son).

Warnings: Mostly feelings of inadequacy on Raina’s part, some frank talk about sexuality.

Author’s notes: Yes, it’s happy Bucky, settled into his home with his wife and family. If you haven't already and have a Wattpad account, please read His Blue Eyes, written as L.C. Chapman, her fictional account of her love affair with Bucky then losing him and finding love again. I worked hard on it as part of this story and her character. My username there is SJSmith56.

<<Chapter 28

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10 years later, Thanksgiving 2036

Putting the duvet on and fluffing the pillows up on the bed was the last thing Lacey needed to do to prepare Tom's room for him and his girlfriend, Raina. When he made his weekly video call several weeks before to say that she was coming for Thanksgiving weekend and that he planned to propose he also asked Lacey to redo his room into something more adult. Gone were the motorcycle posters, model airplanes and cars, and the skin magazines that she found still in the bottom drawer of his night stand. He never did find a new place for them after she first found them when he was a teenager. All he asked was that it show he was a grown up, stable, and ready for commitment.

"Are you sure she's the one you want to commit to?" Bucky had asked during that same call. "Twenty-one is awfully young. I was definitely not looking for marriage when I was that age."

"Dad, I don't even look at anyone else," replied Tom. "They don't interest me. When I was playing the field, and you know I was as soon as I got to college, most were interested in me because of my package. Raina and I talked all night about so many different things when we first met at the junior year mixer. We didn't even sleep together until our fifth date."

Bucky recalled a similar video call the previous year when Tom had told them about meeting this amazing girl. This conversation sounded even more sure than that one.

"That's when you told her you're a super soldier?"

"Yeah, on the fifth date," smiled Tom. "I jumped off a three story building to prove it, scared the shit out of her, and then we had incredible sex. Best I ever had. If that doesn't say she's the one ... then what does?"

Lacey looked at Bucky in her pragmatic way. "He's got a point," she said. "Didn't Bruce say the serum locks in on the mate when it recognizes the best emotional, physical, and sexual fit?"

"Okay, I'll repaint your room," said Bucky. "What colours are you looking at?"

"Masculine, like navy blue and light grey trim. But something that will appeal to a woman. Make it look grown up. I just want her to believe that I'm ready to commit because I am."

Since Tom's very first time telling them about Raina, they talked with her on subsequent video calls. She recognized Lacey on the first call, turning to Tom and asking why he hadn't told her that his mother was L.C. Chapman. He handled it well, saying that he kept much of his home life hidden, wanting people to like him for his own qualities. When she squeezed his hand in response Lacey smiled at the gesture. Raina was the oldest of three daughters and her father, Edward Harrison, was a huge Howling Commandos fan. At the time she told them Bucky had inwardly groaned. Some of those fans were over the top with their fascination with the minutiae of the various missions. It must have shown on Bucky's face because she assured him her dad wasn't like that. As a veteran himself he knew that Bucky just did his duty. He was a fan of those old missions in the same way other veterans were fans of D-Day, or the Battle of the Bulge. As she rolled off the names of other campaigns, he grasped Lacey's hand and turned to her with a brief smile. Raina knew her history.

Lacey looked at the time and double checked the bathroom, making sure it was stocked with soap, shampoo and assorted bath products. Quickly she checked the nightstand to make sure there was a box of condoms in there. She wondered if the couple would be brave enough to have sex under their roof but she was sure once Tom told her about the soundproofing it wouldn't be an issue.

It was the soundproofing that prevented her from hearing the couple arrive. She only heard them when she came out of the bedroom and heard Sarge bark. She went to the top of the stairs and listened first, to hear how her other children, Laura and Steve, handled meeting their brother's girlfriend. Steve, a blond like Lacey, ran up and jumped into Tom's arms, followed by barks from their black Labrador dog, Sarge, a gift from the enlisted men at the Avengers compound on Bucky's 115th birthday, four years previously.

"It's about time, jerk," said the boy. "What took you so long?"

Tom laughed. "This is my brother Steve," he said to Lacey. "As you can see, he has good manners."

"Sorry," replied the younger boy. "I'm Steve and I'm ten and a half years old. Don't arm wrestle with me because I'm a super soldier and can break your arm because I still don't know my own strength. Better?"

"Better," replied Tom. "This is Raina, my girlfriend. This nice dog here is Sarge."

There was a loud kissing sound and Lacey just knew it was Laura, who had walked up to the couple. "Cut it out," said Tom with a hint of annoyance. "Raina, this is Laura, almost twelve years old, another super soldier, and ready to inflict herself onto the world when she becomes a teenager."

"Hi," said Raina, to both siblings. "Are there any more?"

"No," said Lacey loudly as she came down the stairs with her hand outstretched. "Hi Raina, I'm Lacey, Tom's mother. It's nice to finally meet you in person. After Steve, I thought the world had enough Barnes children to deal with. Tommy was easy to raise because he was the only super soldier baby for ten years, then I had these two in a year and a half and they were a handful. I didn't publish a single thing during that time. Come on, and I'll show you to your room. You two can freshen up."

Tom put Steve down, following his mother and Raina up the stairs with their bags in hand. Lacey told her about the farmhouse and the renovations they had done on it since moving in 12 years before.

"We're having roast beef for dinner, Raina," she said as they walked down the hallway. "Are you okay with eating meat? Super soldiers need animal protein. Vegetarian protein just doesn't do it for them."

"Yeah, I eat meat," she replied. "We don't have it often, but I enjoy it when we do."

At the far end of the hallway Lacey opened a door and Raina gasped at the room. A large queen sized bed with plush looking bedding covering it was against the far wall, with a nightstand on each side. A fireplace was on the side wall, with two armchairs framing it. Lacey opened the door to the ensuite, pointing out the bathtub could fit both of them easily. She smiled at Raina's blush then kissed Tom on the cheek. He looked at his mother mouthing a big "Thank you." She left the couple there alone.

"She's okay with us sharing the room?" asked Raina. "She doesn't mind if we have sex?"

"Yeah, she's cool, so's my dad," replied Tom.

"You never said anything when my parents put you in the spare room."

"It was no big deal," said Tom. "We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable doing while we're here but if you are up for it the rooms are soundproofed. My parents can be loud."

"How is it I know so little about you?" asked Raina, putting her arms around Tom.

"I'm not one to tell stories," he said, kissing her firmly. "That's my mom's thing. I'm sure she'll bring something up when you have some alone time."

After putting their things away, they both walked back downstairs to the family room where Steve and Laura were playing a video game. The siblings looked very good at it and Raina reminded herself not to challenge them to a match. From there they went to the kitchen where Lacey was checking a very large roast. Lacey wasn't kidding about the meat thing. Raina had never seen a roast that big. Lacey noticed the look.

"We're having other company for the weekend and the first family is arriving before dinner," she said. "Sam, Maria and the kids."

"Nice," said Tom. "You'll like them. Sam is my Dad's best friend and Captain America. Maria was with SHIELD for many years then the Avengers when they reformed."

Raina smiled at him then turned to Lacey. "Can I help you with anything?" she asked. "I'm not much of a cook but I can do simple stuff."

Lacey pushed a head of lettuce over to Raina to break apart, then slid a salad bowl close by. "So Raina, what do you do for fun?

"Not much," she replied. "Really, I'm just a big computer nerd. I read a lot. I loved your book His Blue Eyes and your non-fiction book on human trafficking was an eye opener."

"So was being trafficked," stated Lacey. "Did you see the movie His Blue Eyes?"

"Yeah, it was okay, could have been better," she said. "I thought they focussed too much on the first part of the book and they didn't even include much of the pregnancy in the movie, which took a lot of the drama away. They could have done a better job of capturing the sense of loneliness and longing that was between the two characters, although I liked the casting of their friends and how their initial meeting changed everyone's lives. Plus they totally downplayed the second part of the book. I liked that love story as much as the one in the first part of the book."

Lacey looked at the young woman with a big smile. "Thank you for being honest. I felt much the same about it. My intent was to go for the same feeling as in Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen when Marianne is jilted by Willoughby. I wanted a similar sense of loss after Lauren learned what happened to John. But you just knew Marianne would fall in love with Colonel Brandon because he was the one who would help heal her broken heart and treat her right."

"Jane Austen is one of my favourite writers," exclaimed Raina excitedly. "She could capture a moment in just a word or a look between characters. I wish I could write like that." She pulled the lettuce apart with her fingers. "I like being transported to other worlds, but I don't know how to create them."

"Fair enough," said Lacey, smiling. "I wish I could write as well as her myself." She looked at Tom for a moment and he shrugged, indicating it was her choice to say more. "You know, His Blue Eyes is semi-autobiographical, at least the first part is although Jack also has aspects of Bucky in him. I had just started writing it when Bucky became one of the decimated. Thought he was gone forever. I changed much of it and all of the names but it became my fictional story of meeting him, spending the night with him, then I debated about whether to add being on my own with a baby. I'm glad I did because TJ is Tom and he was my whole life for almost ten years. The rest of the second part is pretty much all fiction because what's the point of writing a love story if the heroine doesn't find love again?"

Raina looked at her with something approaching awe. "Wow, I never would have thought that," she said finally. "It's a great story on its own." She thought for a moment. "So, you're saying Nash has a counterpart in real life? And Sawyer? Who is a made-up character?"

"Jack is made up but he's also kind of a different looking version of John Boyd, because I couldn't see Lauren falling in love with someone that didn't have the same qualities as John," replied Lacey. "The Greeks are all made up, as are two of John's sisters, but pretty much everyone else has a counterpart in real life, although I changed the back stories of many of them, to fit the character."

Before Raina could respond the front door opened and Bucky walked in. He put his briefcase and jacket on a chair, pet Sarge, kissed Lacey affectionately, and hugged Tom, who had come around the kitchen island, then kissed him on the cheek. Raina almost fell over with how handsome he was in person. Tom took after him, especially in the eyes, although his colouring was lighter but Bucky was next level, movie star handsome. She wondered if Tom would be that handsome in twenty years.

"Dad, this is Raina," he said. "This is my dad, Bucky Barnes."

"Welcome, Raina," said Bucky, extending his right hand. "It's nice to finally meet you in person. Thank you for spending Thanksgiving with us. I hope your parents are okay with it?"

"Yeah, it was no problem," she replied.

"Has Tom shown you around yet?"

"No, do we have time to go for a walk before dinner?" he asked his mother, who looked at the clock, nodding.

Tom ran up to get their jackets and helped Raina on with hers then took her outside. Sarge went with them. Bucky looked at Lacey.

"Well?" he asked. "Does she measure up?"

"I think so," she replied. "I get the feeling Tom hasn't told her a lot about us, except for you. She's a reader, so that's good. She loves the book. I had just told her about it being about us before you came in."

"He's pretty sure about her based on his calls," said Bucky, picking up and eating a piece of green pepper that Lacey was chopping for the salad. He put his arms around her, and this time gave her a proper kiss, with a full embrace that included some intimate caressing. "Everything ready for everyone?"

She nodded. "Sam, Maria and the kids will be here in time for dinner, Clint, Laura, and Nathaniel, late tomorrow morning, Terry, Sarah and the boys on Friday," she stated. "Nancy sends her regrets, again. Did you ask Bruce?"

Bucky nodded then shook his head. "He declined, said he had some important experiments he wanted to work on. I worry about him. He's too isolated sometimes which I understand but it really is better to be with people. I'll call again tomorrow and see if he'll come for dinner, at least."

Lacey squeezed her husband around the waist. Even though there was no give due to his minimal body fat she knew he liked it, as it comforted him. They both looked out the window as Tom and Raina appeared in the yard, hand in hand at first, heading towards the lake on their property. Tom threw a stick for Sarge to chase as they watched.

"They have 200 acres here," said Tom, petting Sarge every time he brought the stick back. "There's a lake, where we're headed now, and a woodlands that is uncut, except for deadfall that we pull out for firewood. No hunters allowed. A few years ago a couple of guys snuck into the woodlands and began firing at some deer there. My Dad ran there in minutes, grabbed their guns and broke them, right in front of them. They threatened to sue him until he took his left glove off and they realized who he was. They took off running and Dad threw the pieces of their guns at them, almost hitting their trucks from a mile away."

"Wait, your dad doesn't have guns here?" she asked.

"No, they're kept at the armoury on the compound," replied Tom. "To him, they're just tools, meant for a mission or to kill and he doesn't kill. When I was learning to shoot he took me to the compound, to the shooting range there. Talk about tough. He took me through the entire firearms training course. The way he explained it was that owning a gun was a responsibility and that it should be used in the line of duty first, to hunt second, and to protect your family third. Since we're super soldiers he reasoned that we didn't need them to protect our family and he doesn't hunt."

As he spoke, they approached the lake and Raina gasped at how beautiful it was. Tom threw the stick into the mirrored surface of the lake and Sarge jumped in to get it, swimming back with it in his mouth. Before he could shake off the water Tom threw the stick again and pulled Raina away to higher ground.

"You should see it in September and October when the sugar maples are red," said Tom. "It's just glorious. I love this place, truly love it. In the spring my parents tap the maples for the sap and make their own maple syrup. There's a little sugar shack on the other side of the lake. It's good stuff."

She looked up at Tom, seeing the tenderness on his face as he looked out over the lake. "Do you think you'll move back here after graduation?" she asked.

"I want to," he said, turning to her. "That's partly why I brought you here so I could ask you something." He faced her and took her hands in his. "We've been dating for a year and I'm so in love with you. I've never made it a secret that I want to be an Avenger after graduation. We can live anywhere in the country but we're on call 24/7. It would be hard leaving you in another city when I'm called in. If we lived here, it wouldn't be easy sometimes, but I think you're strong enough to be at my side if we got married. I was thinking of asking my parents if they would subdivide the property, so we have our own bit of land to build a house on. It could be at the other end, so we have privacy. It will be close to the compound so I would be home most days except when I'm on a mission. With your computer skills there's lots of jobs within driving distance as several technology companies have their headquarters close by. You might even be able to get a technology job at the compound if you want. Shit, I meant to kneel at this point."

Sarge came up to him with the stick and he threw it in another direction then told the dog to go home. He got down on one knee and pulled a ring box out of his jacket pocket, opening it to her.

"Marry me, Raina," he said softly. "You are the love of my life and I don't want to be apart from you. Be my wife, please."

She looked at the ring then at Tom's bright blue eyes. His dark brown hair with golden highlights was lighter than his father's and he wasn't as muscular, but Tom said he would bulk up once he began training seriously, which he would do as an Avenger. The super soldier serum naturally running through him had already made him stronger, faster, and healthier than other men. Seeing how his father looked at his mother she believed that he would be faithful just to her.

She was surprised when they met at the junior mixer the previous year at how much of a gentleman he was considering his reputation. He had bedded a lot of women, and a few guys, according to the rumours. He didn't brag about it either as it was always those he slept with that talked about him. He didn't even try to seduce her that first time. Considering what she heard about how sexually active he was she was surprised when they went on a second, third, and fourth date without him going past kissing and some mild grinding over the clothes. On the fifth date he told her about being the son of super soldier Bucky Barnes, and that he had inherited his father's abilities. At first she didn't believe it, even though he did resemble the famous Avenger, especially in the eyes. Then he climbed up on the outside of the three story library, one of several on campus, and stood at the top before leaping off and landing cleanly on the ground, his bent legs taking the force of the landing before standing up. She screamed when he jumped then he straightened up and walked to just in front of her taking her face in his hands, kissing her fiercely. She knew then he was the one for her. They went straight to his apartment where the other rumours of his endowment were confirmed. They had mind blowing sex, both coming so many times that she lost count. He wore a condom for each encounter, explaining he wanted her to trust his integrity. They stayed in bed the whole following day, having food, lots of food, delivered so they could just eat, talk, laugh, kiss, and make more love. It was the most incredible night and day of her life. In the year they had been dating since she never caught him even looking at anyone else. All of that played through her mind in the short moment before she smiled, leaned over, and kissed Tom lovingly on the lips.

"Yes, I'll marry you."

She placed the ring on her finger and Tom picked her up in his arms, easily lifting her above his head, before lowering her gently and kissing her again. On the way back to the farmhouse he was almost giddy with excitement and she had to admit she liked seeing this side of him. They stopped at the barn where Sarge was sniffing around and he opened up one of the doors to the bleating of several goats, and the neighing of a few horses. She looked at him with a smile.

"You have farm animals as well?" she asked.

"My Dad is also a goat farmer," said Tom. "He learned how to raise them when he lived in Wakanda for a time. He makes goat cheese and sells it at the local farmer's markets. The people that buy it don't know it's his product but it's in demand. The horses are for us to ride, and to drag the deadfall out from the woodlands so we can cut it for firewood. We can go for a ride out there tomorrow or Friday and explore it. We have chickens as well; always need fresh eggs."

They left the barn, calling the dog, and went up the steps to the deck. A large dog towel was on the deck and Tom roughly dried Sarge with it, bringing a huge smile to the dog's face. Then he opened the door, letting all of them in. Lacey and Bucky were still in the kitchen, preparing dinner and they looked at the young couple, expectantly.

"She said yes," announced Tom and the older couple came out from behind the large kitchen island, hugging their son and Raina.

Even Steve and Laura came from the family room, offering their congratulations. As they held hands, taking in the congratulations Raina couldn't help but feel she was part of something good.

"I better call my parents," she said, then she looked at Tom. "Did you talk to them already?"

He coloured. "I might have said something about my plans," he replied. "Let's go make that call."

"Raina, tell your parents to expect an invite soon," said Bucky, interrupting them before they went up. "We'd love to have them visit us here."

"I will," she replied, then ran up the stairs with Tom to their room.

Sam Wilson and Maria Hill-Wilson arrived about twenty minutes later, bringing their two, Paul and Darlene. Just like Tom, they knocked then walked right in, knowing they were family to the inhabitants. Tom and Raina finished talking with Raina's parents and he led her downstairs to meet Captain America. Sam opened his arms to the young man.

"There he is," he boomed. "The next Captain America if I have anything to say about it."

Tom blushed but Raina looked at him in an entirely new light. She was learning all sorts of things about her now fiancé.

"We'll see," replied Tom. "Sam, Maria, this is my fiancée, Raina. I just asked her about an hour ago and she said yes."

The couple both hugged Tom enthusiastically and hugged Raina as well. "He's a fine man," said Maria to Raina, looking fondly at him. "I know you'll both be very happy."

Lacey told the couple which bedroom they were assigned. All the kids were being bunked in the media room, camp out style. It had become a tradition no matter which house they stayed at.

"That comes from our wedding," said Lacey to Raina, as she cut the last of the roast into slices and put them on the serving plate. "We got married on a farm and had RVs and glamping tents set up for the guests. The kids took over one of the tents and had a blast. Ever since, they all do it, once they're old enough, of course."

Bucky delegated himself, Sam and Tom to set the table, and sent the kids out to get firewood for the fireplace. Lacey and Maria bustled around getting the food ready to serve. Raina offered to help but Lacey wouldn't hear of it.

"You're our guest, this time," she said. "Next time, we'll make you work."

Within minutes everything was set out and everyone picked out a seat at the large table which was obviously custom made. Tom noticed Raina looking at it.

"Dad and I made that a couple of years ago," he said. "We had a thunderstorm and one of the taller maple trees was hit so we cut it down and took it to a private sawmill to get it sawn into boards and sanded. He likes to keep busy and I guess it kind of rubbed off on me."

Raina became slightly overwhelmed, excused herself, and left the table, going out onto the deck. Tom followed her and stood next to her in front of the railing. He didn't say anything, instead letting her come up with her thoughts on her own.

"Why do you love me?" she asked, looking out over the landscape. "It looks like you're all such super achievers, building your own furniture, raising goats, making cheese, cutting your own wood, being an author, being an Avenger.... How do I fit in to this family? I have no hobbies, no skills except with computers."

"It's not a competition," replied Tom gently. "Dad grew up in the Depression, working the docks to help his family make ends meet, then to raise his own funds for college which was interrupted by World War II. Mom moved to a farm when she was pregnant with me and learned all about farming because she felt obligated to contribute to the family that took her in. They're both just hard workers that like the feeling they get when they do something with their hands. Marrying me is marrying my family, and the Avengers because they really are family, and that means they'll love all of you because you're you. You're important to me because you make me feel ... special, and wanted, and like I matter, the me inside. I don't want a perfect Stepford wife. I want a wife that will grow with me, that will make mistakes just like I will but will learn from them, that will be an equal partner for the rest of our lives and I believe that woman is you."

He leaned forward on his elbows, resting them on the top of the railing then he turned his face to her.

"You're also great in bed."

"So are you, dammit."

He kissed her passionately and ran his hands through her hair before hugging her again and turning her back to the house with his arm around her. No one said anything but Bucky looked at Tom, giving him a subtle raised eyebrow. Tom just smiled and nodded. Nothing was said during dinner or afterwards about the moment.

The following morning Sam, Tom, and Bucky went for a run so Lacey asked Raina and Maria if they wanted to get eggs from the chickens. Lacey opened the barn up, letting the goats out into their large enclosure, then the horses into their bigger paddock, putting feed out for all of them. They watched the baby goats for a while, laughing at their antics then went to the large chicken coop, followed by Sarge but he had to stay outside as he tended to chase the chickens. As the kids scattered feed over the ground the women went inside the henhouse and Lacey told Raina that although most of the chickens laid eggs in the nesting boxes they still had to look underneath the boxes in case any were laid there. Sure enough she found several. All told they had about 20 eggs.

"Bucky eats three eggs every day," said Lacey, as they watched the baby goats again, "and bacon, sausages, and hash browns. You've probably already noticed Tommy has a big appetite. Super soldiers need about 10,000 calories a day. There is a supplement they can take on missions, but Bucky really doesn't like it."

"It doesn't affect his cholesterol or anything?" asked Raina.

"Nope," replied Lacey. "Bucky has about 10% body fat, and the heart of a 25-year-old, the last time he was checked. He doesn't get colds or the flu. It's disgusting really. I still have to watch my weight, but he says he likes that I have extra curves for making love. They're always horny, I'm warning you right now. You have slept together before coming here, right?" She asked even though she already knew they had.

Lacey blushed. She hadn't even had this conversation with her own mother. "Um, yeah," she replied in a hushed voice.

"We're open about sexuality in this house," said Lacey. "Tommy inherited certain attributes from his father, which I'm sure you've noticed. It was difficult for him at first, when he reached puberty. He felt like a freak for a while. Bucky talked to him a lot about not being ashamed of his body. When he got older he talked to Tommy about how to please a woman. I hope that you've been satisfied."

Raina smiled shyly, then nodded, and Lacey patted her shoulder, satisfied with the response. Maria said nothing but she did smile, having heard it all before. They came away from the chicken coop and walked to the house with their bounty. Both older women began making bacon and sausages for everyone, laying them out on baking sheets lined with parchment paper. Lacey quickly peeled and parboiled some potatoes. The three men returned, Sam wheezing a little, while Bucky and Tom looked fresh. Quickly running up to their rooms they all showered and were back in minutes to help make breakfast. Bucky diced the parboiled potatoes, onions, and peppers for the hash brown potatoes; the knife work was so fast that Raina couldn't keep up. He heated up some oil in a large frying pan and threw everything in, distributing it evenly on low heat. Tom handled the toast, while Sam handled the eggs, starting with scrambled. Raina watched, fascinated as the two couples and Tom worked around each other as if they had always done it.

"Barton going to make it for breakfast?" asked Sam.

"No, for lunch," replied Lacey. She noticed Raina watching them. "We've done this so often that it's like we're all short order cooks in a diner. Wait until you taste Sam's jambalaya. It's perfection."

He smiled broadly. "Do you cook?" he asked Raina. "Food is very important for an Avenger, all Avengers, not just these calorie gobbling super soldiers."

"I've helped my mom at Thanksgiving and Christmas but I have to admit I haven't done much in the kitchen," she replied. "My Mom's kind of particular about who she allows in her kitchen."

He looked at her shocked. "That's terrible," he said. "I was helping my Titi when I was 5 or 6, cooking for the family by the time I was ten. I'm going to have to show you some things. Come here, girl."

Raina walked to his side and he looked at her. "Now, these are going to be scrambled eggs," he said, to her droll face. "Okay, I'm being condescending on purpose but all you have to do to get the perfect scrambled egg is to whisk 4 eggs at a time with some milk." He handed her the whisk and watched as she incorporated some air into them. "Set the pan on medium low heat, with about two tablespoons of butter. Don't use margarine and don't worry about using the butter. It's more natural, being churned cream, with a bit of salt, right? Let the butter melt completely. Now pour the eggs into the pan and let them sit there for a couple of minutes so that they start cooking."

He got a silicone spatula from a drawer, tentatively inserting it into the mixture.

"Now, when it starts to cook, you're going to draw in the cooked parts from the side to the middle and lift the edge of the pan so that the uncooked egg moves into that spot," he said, handing the spatula to her. Watching her intently, he gave her encouragement. "This is how you make an omelet as well, but the difference between the two is that when you don't have any more uncooked egg you start breaking up the cooked egg into clumps. That makes it scrambled. With an omelet you add the filling then fold it over on itself and slide it out of the pan." Raina did as he told her. "You see how they are soft but there's no uncooked egg anymore? That's when you plate it as they will continue to cook a little on the plate." He watched as she transferred the eggs into a large serving dish, scraping them all out. "Outstanding! You've just had your first cooking lesson."

She looked at Sam, beaming and saw Tom watching her softly. "Thank you," she said. "You'll have to teach me some more before this weekend is over. You made it seem easy."

Sitting back at her spot on the other side of the island she smiled at Tom and could see what he meant. It wasn't just his family she would be marrying into, it would be the Avengers family. If they were anything like Sam, she felt good about her prospects of fitting in.

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nspwriteups · 1 year ago

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Sudden Sparks - 2

@willkatfanfromasia and I are back with the new chapter to our modern KunxVT series... happy reading 💖

This is getting more difficult by the minute, she huffed. Kriti was trying hard- very hard,mind you!- to look only into the laptop screen as Vaishakh was entertaining her niece with a game of scrabble.

Seems convenient enough, if not for two things

Her niece popping up with enthusiastic questions

Vaishakh looking at her from the corner of his eyes

"Mama! What about Pandemic? Will it fit? "

Kriti couldn't help but smirk, her niece was a chip off the old block.

"Ayo! I didn't know that word till i was 12…Besides it's 8, we need 9 letters!"

This was enough trigger for the vivacious Kriti jr.

"Athaiii, help me!!! Oh no wait"

"Pancake? No!"

"Premier? Pendant? Nooo"

Her niece had apparently inherited not just her intelligence but also her stubbornness in solving problems alone.

Vaishakh opened his mouth, eager to put the child out her misery but the sight of her aunt's narrowed eyes silenced him

"Let her be, she'll figure it out" the eyes signalled.

And what eyes they were!

"Got it! Pachyderm" the little girl yelled pulling him out of his reverie

She had a smile plastered on her face as she arranged the letters on board. " You never fail to amaze me! How'd you hear about it?" He asked the jubilant child

" Simple,uncle Arun supports a charity that cares for rescue elephants. So I remembered him saying that"

This kid was truly something else! Aditya and Nandini raved about how intimidating their daughter would be if she's anything like her aunt…I think I might find out soon, he mused.

The game demanded a 5 letter word starting with M.

"Marry" he decided subconsciously.. not expecting a barrage of questions.

"Marry? As in marriage? Like how uncle Arun says he'll marry aunt Vinita"

"Er.. yes"

"Like how those grandmas at the parties we attend keep asking athai when she'll marry"

Interesting tidbit,he grinned, as he saw a blush spread down Kriti sr's neck.

Kriti knew her niece's fondness for mischief rivalled her mother's. Her niece knew the word, even if she doesn't understand the concept.

"You know what the word means, sweetheart, that's enough" said the soft but firm voice. Kriti jr turned away from her playmate to shoot her aunt a cheeky smile.

Before she could open her mouth again, Kriti pointed at the side table "I have an old PlayStation kept there. Haven't used it in ages but feel free to dust it and explore"

Vaishakh, already boyish, turned even more youthful in that moment as he shared her niece's curiosity.

She'd pay to see that face everyday… wait, where did that come from?

They gleefully unwrapped the device, intermittently coughing as they dusted it off.

All the living room plug points were occupied, so they followed Kriti's instruction and headed to the guest room.

She felt a vague sense of doubt as she saw them go. "There's something wrong with the guest room…but what was the problem? Shit! Looking at numbers all day has addled my brain"

Just as she perused her memories to figure it out…

The house was engulfed in pitch darkness

"Oh…shi…shih-tzu" exclaimed the male voice

Charming even now, she snickered.

Kriti breathed through the initial shock and reached for her phone. She realised she left it to charge in her bedroom and smacked her head. Her niece's 'spooky' howling was only encouraged by the big kid next to her. The dual tones of wolf mimicry only cemented Kriti's migraine.

'This will have to do' she exhaled turned her laptop screen towards the room. She spotted a torch in a shelf beneath the TV. She walked carefully and picked it up.

The howls had died down and only faint yelps could be heard.

Curious,she switched it on, pointing it towards the guest room.

Lo and behold! She saw the two 'wolves' tamed by a bar of chocolate.

Turns out her co-babysitter is not just a pretty airhead.

The assurance of their safety only itched her need to tell them off

"Breathe kriti. It's not their fault remember" she thought as she breathed slowly.

The guest room circuit had tripped once before. She'd been putting off replacing it due to her never-ending schedule of business meetings and deadlines.

In fact, it was the latest 'deadline' that distracted her from warning her guests.

The 2 "wolves" looked sheepish, hoping she wouldn't tell them off for the short-circuit or eating chocolate on her bed. Kriti harrumphed " if you can't beat them, then join them" and bounced on the mattress- swiftly stealing a molten square from their hands.

"So..." Vaisakh said, licking his fingers off the chocolate "I think the power went out when we switched on the light. Maybe it must be a short circuit?"

"The wire had been faulty" Kriti sr replied, popping another chunk of chocolate into her mouth, "I've been meaning to get it fixed"

"You mean the great perfectionist Kriti forgot to do a task?" Vaisakh fixed her with a teasing look "You're clumsy"

That struck a nerve because Kriti was so proud of her organisational skills and getting things done on time. "I wasn't being clumsy, I was busy. There's a huge difference between the two - maybe you'd understand if you stop being so childish " She retorted and saw the smile vanish from Vaisakh's lips.

"You don't know me so don't just assume" He said in a serious tone

"Right back at you" Kriti strike back, neither noticing Kriti jr glancing between them with a frown.

She let out a small whimper and both adults looked in her direction.. Kriti felt bad on seeing her niece so upset.

"Okay, this useless banter is not helping our situation" She said, looking back at Vaisakh "And how can we conclude this was just the short circuit? It could also be a general power cut "

Vaishakh nodded "Let's go ask next door". They washed their hands and knocked on the opposite door.

Mrs.Venkatesh opened the door with her usual friendly smile and regarded the visitors with curiosity "Yes, Kriti dear. Is there any problem?"

"I'm so sorry to disturb you but our lights just went out and I was wondering if it was a power cut"

Mrs. Venkatesh glanced back at her brilliantly lit living room "Well, I don't think so. Must be a short circuit". Kriti hummed, trying not to look at Vaisakh and give him the satisfaction of proving her wrong.

"Would you like to come in?" Mrs. Venkatesh stole a glance at Vaisakh "And don't forget to introduce your boyfriend to me" she half whispered to Kriti who turned red at the implication. "No we're fine and " She pointed towards the boy next to her "and he's not my boyfriend "

"That's what they always say" Mrs. Venkatesh commented before waving them goodbye and closing the door.

Kriti glared at a smirking Vaisakh "Stop laughing. It wasn't that funny"

"It was a little funny" He said, now smirk turning into a grin

"Whatever, grab jr. Let's get inside. I'll call maintenance " She ordered and noted his puzzled expression "I thought she was with you" He said slowly

"No, I thought she was with you"

They looked around at the empty corridor and their opened door. Kriti felt like she was going to be sick.

Her niece was missing!

To be continued...

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sychosid · 2 years ago

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you will always wonder how

Marty Janetty & The 1-2-3 Kid & The Undertaker

Heartbreak Hotel AU

tw: none

Basically, what happens to Marty after my previous HBH fic. Think of this as an interlude.

[Ao3]

Kid was in Austin. Marty didn’t know by what stroke of luck that he was, but the little guy was and he knew he had to thank the stars for that. It was only an hour and a half out with the current traffic getting out of San Antonio.

Compared to that motel, it seemed like time dragged on. He was almost hesitant to drive out of San Antonio, but he knew he had to get away from the city. The wounds that Shawn Michaels’ left on his heart were being torn open. He couldn’t stand being in the city any longer than having booked a motel for the night to sleep in at. Even then his sleep was restless and tiresome.

Nightmares of the way Shawn stared him down as he tried to drive away were stuck in his head. Those haunted eyes, the howling wind…He swore his car was going to be blown away with him in it.

The honking of the car behind him snapped him out of it. Light was green for go. He was meeting Kid at some abandoned apartment building which was fine by Marty. Anything but a motel for a while would be good.

Marty parked a block off from the building. It was early, he was sure Kid was asleep despite the younger man assuring him he'd be awake. It was too early for him to be up, unless he was already up all night.

The papers had shown that only a day had passed, when it felt like much more at the Heartbreak Hotel. Marty parked his car, stepped out, and made his way over to the abandoned building. He noted the lone motorbike parked right outside the place, surprised that the owner felt comfortable enough to leave it there.

He was going up the dusty, worn down stairs and swearing at Kid inside his head about why he decided they had to meet up on the third floor of all things. Marty was tired, his body trying to play catch up with the real world. There were ideas and thoughts swirling in the party boy’s head, things that weren’t explainable to just about any normal person. But he knew Kid would believe him, and believe him that it wasn’t just a bad trip.

Marty knocked on the door of the apartment number Kid had told him, 312. He waited a moment, before the door pulled open. Noting the lack of a peephole, he was about to chide Kid about not double checking who he was letting in when he noticed the figure standing towards the back of the room.

“Hey Marty!” Kid was happy to see him, as if he ever wasn’t. The man nodded his head in greeting. He was tall. Taller than the both of them. Dark, braided hair that was clearly dyed if the ginger roots peeking through were anything to go by. A leather jacket that was clearly too big for Kid was slung behind a chair. He was clearly the owner of the bike outside. Black, faded and cut into a muscle-tee Metallica shirt, leather pants. Bandana tied around his head.

“Kid, who is this.”

“This is uh, Mark. He said he needed to be here…I think he’s like, homeless or something. Y’know, crazy guy.” Kid leaned in and whispered, looking over his shoulder.

To Marty, the man looked way too clean and well kept for someone who would be homeless. He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose, trying to think of what to do.

“You…nevermind, I’m too tired. He hasn’t tried to do anything to you has he?”

“Oh I just met him like, a few hours after you called me last night.”

So he stayed up all night.

“Right…”

“Pardon me, gentlemen.” Mark interrupted. His tone was far more polite, and his voice was far more gravelly than Marty had expected. “You…you’re Marty, correct?”

“Yeah.”

“You’ve been…there. Recently.”

“There?” Marty felt his heart drop, but he kept his wits about him the best he could.

“The Heartbreak Hotel.”

It was like ice was coursing through Marty’s veins. He wanted to throw up.

Kid gave him a worried look. “You don’t look too hot man…wait…what’s the Heartbreak Hotel? Some fancy place you hitting up without me?”

“Shh.” Marty made a face at him, thinking for a second about his response. “Hey. How do you know about it?” Something in him knew not to question how he knew that Marty was there. Who cares? He did. Marty wanted to know what Shawn had been through.

“I was there. I met Shawn.”

Marty’s heart couldn’t decide if it wanted to sink or stop or what.

“I was there.” Marty confirmed Mark’s suspicions. Or his accusation. Marty wasn’t sure. “How did you know Shawn?”

“Know…I met him there.” Mark seemed perplexed by the question.

“You met him–” Marty felt confusion take him over too. “You didn’t know Shawn? Kid you remember Shawn.”

“Michaels?” Kid titled his head.

“Yeah.”

“Yeah, I remember him a little…we’d just met and then he went missing.”

Mark looked between the two of them, just as confused as before.

“I did not know Shawn before I met him at the Hotel.” He confessed. “I…assumed he had no human origins.”

“What the hell are you two talking about?” Kid pouted, feeling out of the loop.

“I-I’ll explain later Kid, okay?” Marty put his hand on Kid’s shoulder, getting a nod in response. “And Shawn was a real, living, breathing human with blood in his veins. He was a friend of mine.”

Mark’s face hardly changes, and Marty wonders what he’s thinking. Did this guy think Shawn was just some random spirit or something? Hell, it’s not like Shawn was famous or anything but with this guy’s accent, he had to be local. Austin was the kind of city Shawn would love to live in too.

After a while, he speaks.

“I see. That changes my thoughts. You need to come with me.”

And with that, Mark was out the door.

Kid and Marty exchanged glances.

“Kid–”

“GO! I don’t know what’s going on but it’s important to you Marty.” Kid is practically pushing his friend out the door.

“Okay, okay. Love ya, I’ll be in touch when I can, okay?”

“Yeah yeah, just go.”

Marty catches up to Mark, who’s confirmed to be the owner of the chopper that was sitting outside. “So uh, let me go grab my car–”

“I’ll give you a ride to it. When you’re following me, stay close. I won’t hesitate to leave you in the dust.”

Something in Marty’s stomach that was twisted just wrenched even harder. He didn’t doubt the pale man, but it was like being around him there was a shift in the air. Colder, deader.

“Alright.”

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elenyafinwe · 2 years ago

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32 + MinaTobi for the angsty prompts? >:3

As if I haven't destroyed poor Minato enough yet xP Here you go!

“I already knew I wasn’t good enough.”

cn grief (Kushina's dead, remember?)

Tobirama needed a moment to realise why he had woken up in the middle of the night. He blinked in the darkness until he re-oriented himself. He turned his head to the side.

The bed beside him was empty, the blanket tousled. He could still feel a residual warmth, so Minato had not been up for too long.

He shook off the sleep and got up to go in search of Minato. He soon found him in Naruto's nursery.

Quietly Tobirama opened the door and entered the dark room. Only a small nightlight burned in one corner; Naruto didn't like sleeping completely in the dark unless he slept in bed with them. The baby slept as soundly as only newborns could. Minato sat on the floor in front of his cradle, scrunching his hat with his legs drawn up to his chest. Tobirama could not see his face clearly, but he was sure he saw tears glistening in the darkness.

He immediately knelt at Minato's side, pulled him into his arms and stroked his head. Willingly Minato let all this happen to him and snuggled a little tighter against Tobirama.

"What happened?" asked Tobirama softly.

Minato suppressed a sob and sniffled. "I ..." he hiccupped, "I didn't mean to wake you."

"You didn't, everything is fine," Tobirama assured him.

Minato pressed his face into Tobirama's yukata. A shudder ran through his body.

"Do you want to talk?" offered Tobirama to him. "Or do you just want me to be there? Would you rather be alone?"

Minato shrugged his shoulders. Then he shook his head. "I don't know. It's just all too much. This ..." He gestured vaguely. "All of it."

"There's nothing wrong with you being overwhelmed," Tobirama assured him. "The situation Konoha finds itself in demands an inhuman amount from you."

"Yes, it is bad, and nothing will get better from crying!"

He sobbed out. Tobirama gave him the time he needed.

"I had a nightmare," Minato continued when he had calmed down a little. "Again. About how Kushina died, and how she cursed me with her last breath for sealing that monster inside our son. How Naruto grows up hating me for the burden I put on him. How the whole village points at me and they all blame me for all the destruction and suffering. And they are right! It was my duty to protect them and I didn't. It's not like I could even protect my own family."

Tobirama felt Minato's tears soaking the fabric of his yukata, but he didn't mind. Reassuringly, he stroked Minato's back and held him tightly to let him know that he would not leave him alone if he did not wish to.

"And now I'm sitting here crying because I'm so paralysed with fear that I just can't do anything else," Minato croaked. "I already knew that I wasn't good enough. Just one year of Hokage and then this happens! If I can't even protect my family, how can I protect an entire village?"

"But you did protect them," Tobirama said softly. "I couldn't have stopped Kyūbi permanently, no one could have. But you did it anyway."

"And yet Kushina is dead now!" Minato howled, clawing his hands into Tobirama's clothes. "I miss her so terribly, it hurts so much. I watch her die, over and over again, her blood on my hands, and I can't stop it."

"I know," Tobirama said softly. "I know. It's unfair. It's cruel. Kushina didn't deserve to die like this. You don't deserve to suffer like this. You deserve to grow old and happy together as a family. You deserved to see Naruto grow up and accompany him on his life's journey, free of worries.

But it was not meant to be, as much as I wish it for you. All I can do now is hold you and be there for you when you need me. If you want me, that is."

For a moment they were silent, neither saying anything. Minato's sobs gradually subsided.

"I don't think I'm any good as a Hokage."

Minato said it so softly that Tobirama almost thought he had misheard.

He kissed Minato on his hair. "You are doing an excellent job. Take it from the person who helped invent this office. It's the situation that's asking too much of you. But you are not alone in this. I'm still here to help you whenever you want my help. I think I have a little bit of experience with that."

That actually managed to elicit a tiny laugh from Minato. "When you put it that way, it's kind of true."

Tobirama put a hand on his cheek and wiped away a few last tears with his thumb. "How are you now?"

Minato smiled faintly, Tobirama could just make it out in the darkness. "Thank you. Thank you for everything. For being there. For ... just being you. I don't know what I would do without you."

Tobirama returned the smile. "Sleep less, probably. Let's go back to bed."

This time the smile was more pronounced. Minato snuggled up to Tobirama.

For the angsty prompts. Feel free to send me more!

German original under the cut.

Tobirama brauchte einen Moment, um zu realisieren, warum er mitten in der Nacht aufgewacht war. Er blinzelte in der Dunkelheit, bis er sich wieder orientiert hatte. Er wandte den Kopf zur Seite.

Das Bett neben ihm war leer, die Decke zerwühlt. Noch konnte er einen Rest Wärme spüren, Minato war also nicht vor allzu langer Zeit aufgestanden.

Er schüttelte den Schlaf ab und stand auf, um sich auf die Suche nach Minato zu machen. Er fand ihn alsbald in Narutos Kinderzimmer.

Leise öffnete Tobirama die Tür und betrat das dunkle Zimmer. Lediglich ein kleines Nachtlicht brannte in einer Ecke; Naruto mochte es nicht, völlig im Dunkeln zu schlafen, wenn er nicht bei ihnen im Bett schlief. Das Baby schlief so tief und fest, wie es nur Neugeborene konnten. Dafür saß Minato vor seiner Wiege am Boden und knautschte mit an die Brust gezogenen Beinen seinen Hut. Tobirama konnte sein Gesicht nicht deutlich erkennen, er war sich aber sicher, Tränen in der Dunkelheit glitzern zu sehen.

Sofort kniete er an Minatos Seite, zog ihn in seine Arme und strich ihm über den Kopf. Bereitwillig ließ Minato all das mit sich geschehen und kuschelte sich noch etwas fester an Tobirama.

»Was ist passiert?«, fragte Tobirama leise.

Minato unterdrückte ein Schluchzen und schniefte. »Ich ...«, er hickste, »ich wollte dich nicht wecken.«

»Das hast du nicht, alles ist gut«, versicherte Tobirama ihm.

Minato drückte sein Gesicht in Tobiramas yukata. Ein Schaudern lief durch seinen Körper.

»Willst du reden?«, bot Tobirama ihm an. »Oder soll ich einfach nur da sein? Willst du lieber allein sein?«

Minato zuckte mit den Schultern. Dann schüttelte er den Kopf. »Ich weiß nicht. Es ist einfach alles zu viel. Das ...« Er gestikulierte wage. »Alles halt.«

»Es ist nicht schlimm, wenn du überfordert bist«, versicherte Tobirama ihn. »Die Lage, in der sich Konoha befindet, fordert dir unmenschlich viel ab.«

»Doch, es ist schlimm, und vom Heulen wird auch nichts besser!«

Er schluchzte auf. Tobirama gab ihm die Zeit, die er brauchte.

»Ich hatte einen Alptraum«, fuhr Minato fort, als er sich wieder etwas beruhigt hatte. »Schon wieder. Davon, wie Kushina gestorben ist, und wie sie mich mit ihrem letzten Atemzug verflucht, dass ich dieses Monster in unseren Sohn versiegelt habe. Wie Naruto aufwächst und mich für die Bürde hasst, die ich ihm auferlegt habe. Wie das ganze Dorf auf mich zeigt und sie alle mich für all die Zerstörung und das Leid verantwortlich machen. Und sie haben ja Recht! Es war meine Pflicht sie zu beschützen und ich habe es nicht getan. Ich konnte ja nicht einmal meine eigene Familie beschützen.«

Tobirama spürte, wie Minatos Tränen den Stoff seines yukata durchweichten, aber er störte sich nicht daran. Beruhigend strich er über Minatos Rücken und hielt ihn fest, um ihn wissen zu lassen, dass er ihn nicht allein lassen würde, wenn er es nicht wünschte.

»Und jetzt sitze ich hier und heule rum, weil ich so gelähmt vor Angst bin, dass ich einfach nichts anderes tun kann«, krächzte Minato. »Ich wusste von Anfang an, dass ich nicht genug sein würde. Gerade einmal ein Jahr Hokage und dann passiert das! Wenn ich nicht einmal meine Familie beschützen kann, wie soll ich dann ein ganzes Dorf beschützen?«

»Aber du hast sie beschützt«, sagte Tobirama sanft. »Ich hätte Kyūbi nicht dauerhaft aufhalten können, niemand hätte das gekonnt. Aber du hast es dennoch getan.«

»Und doch ist Kushina jetzt tot!« Minato heulte auf und krallte seine Hände in Tobiramas Kleidung. »Ich vermisse sie so schrecklich, es tut so weh. Ich sehe sie sterben, immer und immer wieder, ihr Blut an meinen Händen, und ich kann es nicht verhindern.«

»Ich weiß«, sagte Tobirama sanft. »Ich weiß. Es ist unfair. Es ist grausam. Kushina hat es nicht verdient, so zu sterben. Du hast es nicht verdient, so zu leiden. Ihr habt es verdient, gemeinsam als Familie alt und glücklich zu werden. Ihr habt es verdient, Naruto aufwachsen zu sehen und ihn auf seinem Lebensweg zu begleiten, frei von Sorgen.

Aber es hatte nicht sein sollen, so sehr ich es mir für euch auch wünsche. Alles, was ich jetzt tun kann, ist dich zu halten und für dich da zu sein, wenn du mich brauchst. Wenn du mich denn willst.«

Einen Moment lang schwiegen sie, keiner sagte etwas. Minatos Schluchzen ebbte allmählich ab.

»Ich glaube nicht, dass ich als Hokage etwas tauge.«

Minato sagte es so leise, dass Tobirama beinahe meinte, sich verhört zu haben.

Er küsste Minato auf sein Haar. »Du machst das hervorragend. Lass dir das von der Person gesagt sein, die dieses Amt mit erfunden hat. Es ist die Situation, die dir zu viel abverlangt. Aber du bist damit nicht allein. Ich bin doch auch noch da und helfe dir, wann immer du meine Hilfe willst. Ich glaube, ich habe ein klein wenig Erfahrung damit.«

Das schaffte es doch tatsächlich, Minato ein klitzekleines Lachen zu entlocken. »Wenn du es so sagst, stimmt das schon irgendwie.«

Tobirama legte ihm eine Hand auf die Wange und wischte mit dem Daumen ein paar letzte Tränen weg. »Wie geht es dir jetzt?«

Minato lächelte schwach, Tobirama konnte es in der Dunkelheit gerade noch erkennen. »Danke. Danke für alles. Dass du da bist. Dass du ... einfach du bist. Ich wüsste nicht, was ich ohne dich tun würde.«

Tobirama erwiderte das Lächeln. »Weniger schlafen vermutlich. Lass uns zurück ins Bett gehen.«

Dieses Mal war das Lächeln schon deutlicher. Minato kuschelte sich an Tobirama.

#ask #my writing #underneath the silence #tobirama #minato #tobimina

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moontomes · 2 years ago

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Ronnie’s Tales: The House

Dear Diary, These past few weeks were certainly something.

You never expect after going through university to end up cleaning houses but the pay was good and that was all that mattered. I was happy just to find anything that would pay for the bills. My first job was simple enough, emptying an office building for renovations. I worked in a big team, so that we could get jobs done faster and more efficiently. My second job however was to be a week-long ordeal in the countryside.

I came with the first group. Our goal was to clean an old estate that had been uninhabited for a couple of generations. The surviving family members had hired us to clean and prepare it for sale. We had a pile of keys and really no instructions or information on what to do. We were to remove the furniture, clean the rooms and make the outside look presentable.

The car swayed side to side as we drove down the dirt road that led to the mansion. The trees and brush almost left no space for the road, and soon enough we had a flat tire. We should’ve taken the hint, even though the road was too narrow to turn the car back around.

We arrived at noon. After a quick scan of the house, we decided that we were going to start by emptying the furniture. The manor looked as if it was left in a hurry, thick dust covered every surface. Wardrobes, drawers, cabinets were full of objects that had been forgotten to time. A coat still hung on the hook by the door. I let out a sigh of relief when the kitchen duties fell on Keith. For some reason the place still smelled as putrid as if it had been abandoned for only a couple of months. That first afternoon went along smoothly. We had managed to clear out the ground floor, while Jackie and Erich prepared the enormous foyer to be our living quarters.

“I managed to call for the team tomorrow to bring a water tank.” Jackie, our boss, announced during dinner. “I apologise, we weren’t told this place was in such a state. I’ve also asked them to bring a stove. Guess we’ll have to make sandwiches for tonight’s dinner.”

“Can they even make it down the road with the landscaping equipment?” Keith asked. “We barely made it here ourselves. Also, how much landscaping are we supposed to do? I didn’t see any property limits!”

“Uh, we’re all supposed to do landscaping? That wasn’t in my contract.” I interjected.

“Everyone, please calm down.” Jackie sighed. “Believe me I’m as frustrated as you are. I can only hope tomorrow goes a bit better. We’re all going to focus on the house first. The sooner we’re done with the inside the better.”

“So, I have to do landscaping too?” I inquired again. I regretted my words immediately, as everyone stared daggers in my direction. Anna shoved a sandwich on my face to stop me from talking further. I took it and slowly bit the crust as the others spoke.

“We made good progress today. We’ll be out of here in no time.” Anna declared. “What are we going to do with the furniture and stuff?”

“I was instructed we were to burn it.” Jackie replied. “They said we could keep anything we wanted.”

“I’ll be sure to take a termite ridden chair home.” Keith stood up. “I’m going outside for a smoke. Don’t take all the treasures for yourselves.”

“It is a little strange. The place is massive, looks like it was dumped in a rush, but looks like there’s nothing valuable in it.” Erich added. “The paintings are reproductions; the drawers are just full of crap. When was the last time anyone was here?”

“The fifties I believe. The man that talked to me said he had never even been here. Also, we’re here to clean the place, not pillage it.” Jackie snarked. “I doubt they’ll even sell it; this is so remote. But hey, our pay is already assured so that has nothing to do with us.”

As we settled to sleep, the wind outside began to howl. I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. Not even the cold draught that ran freely through the house as if every window was open, woke me from my slumber.

A boy ran upstairs giggling. He was being chased by something that I could not make out. The child touched a wall opening a new path he swiftly ducked into. As the path closed itself, the figure that chased the boy grunted and scratched at the wall. The spectre let out a series of inhuman noises, the child’s laughter didn’t waver for a second. The hidden hallway seemed to bend itself to the boy’s will, he soon appeared behind the figure that frantically crawled at the wall.

I woke up in a sweat. Anna stared at me, clutching her blanket. My body felt as if someone had set me on fire. “Good morning…” I managed to muster.

“ ‘Morning. Are you okay?” Anna reached out her hand to my face. Her cold fingers shook me out of my stupor. “Did you have a bad dream too?”

I looked around, everyone seemed shaken from the night before. Keith sat in his sleeping bag with an unlit cigarette in his mouth staring at the floor. Jackie prepared breakfast clumsily. Erich stood next to the window staring at the sky. Rain poured from the clouds above us. It barely looked like the sun had risen that morning.

“Guess we’re not burning anything after all.” Erich mumbled.

“I’m sure the rain will let up soon. I checked the weather app before we came and it said it was going to be sunny.” Jackie replied. “Anna, could you stop being creepy for two seconds? This place is bad enough on its own.”

Anna covered her head with her blanket. I gently tugged on it and handed her food.

“We can’t do much with this rain though. Should we just clean this floor today since we can’t carry stuff outside?” I asked. “What time are the other guys coming in?”

“That’s… Actually, a good idea. We don’t even have anything to keep entertained. The others are arriving around the time we did yesterday. I wanted to go call them, but with this downpour I really don’t feel like it.” Jackie sighed and chugged down her drink. “Alright everyone, Anna and Alex you can do upstairs. Get some smaller furniture near the door so we just have to put it outside later. Keith, you go do the floors on the rooms on the left, I’ll do the ones on the right. Erich, go finish up the kitchen, I guess we use some rainwater in the meantime.”

The morning went by smoothly. The second floor much like the first had nothing of value. Most of the furniture had fallen victim to the passage of the years, bugs or both.

“Alex.” Anna beckoned. “Look at this.”

“Oh. That’s messed up.” I inspected the inside of a wardrobe door. “This probably was a kid’s room then.”

“There are no toys.” Anna added. “Do you think it’s a foreign language?”

“Might be. But why carve it in a door? It looks so creepy.”

Anna threw the clothes and other contents of the wardrobe to the floor. “Look it’s all over it.”

“Anna, we can’t even move this thing, it's stuck to the wall. Don’t make a bigger mess for us to clean, please.” I begged.

“There’s nothing written on this one.” Anna felt around one of the wardrobe’s drawers. A moment later a *click* sound was followed by part of the wardrobe’s backing giving out. A dark corridor revealed itself before us, making way to a cold draft that almost swept us off our feet. A shout from downstairs startled us, we ran to the banister and looked at the lower floor.

“Lunch is ready!” Jackie announced. “Come downstairs you two. It’s time to rest a bit.”

As we ate lunch Anna told everyone about our upstairs findings. Jackie sighed several times and reminded us that we’re supposed to be working. “This is not Casper’s mansion.” She pouted. We were about to finish eating when the rest of the team finally arrived. We rushed to help them bring the rest of the gear inside and cheered as it seemed like the storm was finally passing.

In the remaining days, our work went pretty smoothly. Even the landscaping crew did quick work of the thicket and brushwood. They even patched the dirt road leading to the estate with some sand and stones they found in a shed. The mornings however, did not come easy for anyone. The newcomers were also cursed with the same gut-wrenching nightmares. If it were not for Jackie’s delicious breakfasts, I don’t think any of us would have the courage to get out of our sleeping bags.

Some saw themselves dying in horrible ways, at the hands of… something. I kept seeing the little boy taunting fate running from something that was clearly desperate to get at him. That day, we were all quite delighted because it would be our last night in the nightmare mansion. It had been raining again, which had made Jackie very displeased that her weather app didn’t work properly. As we celebrated a job well done, a thunderstorm came to announce that our last night was going to be a memorable one.

As we were settling to sleep, we heard a very weird noise outside. A *whoosh* that also seemed to sound like flapping wings, but like, huge wings? Then a crash. And the furniture we had outside to burn tumbling down all over the place. Some of us rushed outside to look, pointing our lanterns in the direction of the furniture.

“Ow…” A voice cried near me.

I helped a person out of the floor. It was a weird one. They had horns in their head and some weird black scales on their face. I fell on my butt when I took a better look at them. The others soon came rushing, helping us both and we all went inside to shelter from the storm once more.

“I’m sorry, who are you? We are a cleaning crew currently finishing our work here on this house.” Jackie inquired the weird person. “How did you get here? Are you sure you’re not hurt?”

“Yeah… Yes! I only hit my head. I’m fine, I’m sorry. Uhhh I’m Ronnie. Ronnie Moontomes. I bought this place. Sorry, nobody told me that there would be people here. I thought it was empty.”

“Well, we were hired to clean the house before the sale. So, it would look nice for viewings. We also took the liberty of patching the road a bit with some supplies we found. I hope it’s okay. We have quite a big truck and getting it here was a pain.” Jackie said, staring at the person in disbelief. “We weren’t told that the house had already been sold.”

“Ah, the house is what I need. So, I just bought it. It was also surprisingly cheap. That made it very easy to choose from the other houses at the agency.” Ronnie replied. “I’m sorry I scared everyone. I hope everyone has a good night. I’ll sleep upstairs. Please don’t let me disturb you anymore.”

“How did you even get here?” Erich asked, completely baffled. “Also how are you sleeping upstairs? You didn’t bring anything and there’s no furniture.”

“I uh… Walked. I live nearby. So, I know the area well. Also, my coat is very comfortable. Don’t worry. It’s just too stormy to go back home right now.”

In the morning Ronnie watched us from the window while we burned the old furniture. It went a lot more smoothly than I had expected. The landscaping crew cleared the ashes from the cobblestone and power washed the burn marks from it. By mid-afternoon we were ready to leave the place behind and never look back.

Jackie handed the pile of keys to Ronnie whilst saying goodbye. “Thank you for your hard work, everyone!” Ronnie kept on repeating as we started our engines. They frantically waved their hand while we drove off and I could swear that from the rear-view mirror I could see a ghost next to them.

“Can you guys believe that they asked me for all of our salt? Guess I shouldn’t forget to add that to the shopping list if we get another job like this.” Jackie exhaled.

Honestly, I wouldn’t buy the place. I think something went on down there. But oh well… The house was clean.

#ronnietales #writing #vtuber #vtuberen

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casspurrjoybell-30 · 10 months ago

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Howling Love - Chapter 15

*Warning Adult Content*

Amille Laurent

I was nervous, knots in my stomach nervous, butterflies that cut, almost to the point of pulling on my curls but I wasn't yet there, almost.

"Are you done honey, we need to go or we'll be late," my dad mentions as he stood by the door to my bedroom.

Today was Camryn's birthday, he had invited me and my dad along with my whole family to the small party, Kendra his assistant had put together for him, which is the reason why I was nervous.

I hadn't formally met his parents, save for the disastrous meeting I had with his dad, the Alpha, when we had the barbeque and to add to my nervous state.

Camryn barely talked about his parents, more on his siblings.

[I'm ready, I just need to breath] I signed and my dad chuckled walking further into my room.

"You're nervous about meeting them huh and finally being in the same room with a lot of people he's close to and they see you as his potential mate," he asserted and of course my dad would know how I felt.

From what I know and what he told me, he had been in this position before, he had tried masking it but I could see the worry lines etched on his face.

He didn't want a repeat of what happened to him, happen to me.

[Yeah] I replied in my language with a sigh.

"Oh sweetheart, I can't tell you how to feel right now but what I can assure you is that, Camryn is different and no matter the outcome today, I'm sure you'll be fine," he assured as I turned around from my full body mirror and hugged him.

"There, there kiddo, you'll be alright," he whispered and all I wanted in that moment was to ask if he was going to be okay.

He was after all meeting the Alpha family for the first time in years but I couldn't, so I settled on a smile as we parted.

"You look breathtaking by the way," he mentions and I couldn't help blush with a light laugh.

[Stop it dad] I mused as he winked at me.

I saw it as we stood facing the mirror.

His cell-phone rang an alarm somewhere downstairs gaining our attention.

"We've got to go now or we'll be late," he added and I nodded, grabbing my phone and my small necessities bag that I shoved into my jacket pocket.

Looking over myself one last time, I nodded to myself, this was it, today Camryn would potentially find his mate.

I made my way downstairs as dad was waiting by the kitchen door which opened to the garage.

I knew he had already put our presents in the car, so I hurriedly locked the door, turned on the security alarm then got into the car.

I wondered when dad was going to allow me to get my own car, he was still touchy about the whole topic hence why I was chauffeured everywhere by my uncle, aunt, Camryn or himself, talk about, overprotective.

[Dad] I called out through my phone.

[Will you finally let me get a car?] I asked and he scoffed.

"Just because you're potentially getting anAalpha as a mate, doesn't mean I'll loosen my grip on you sweetheart, no car for you, I already told your uncle and your cousins to avoid having you by the wheel." he retorted and my jaw dropped.

[Dad] I was outwardly yelling and cringing at his statement.

"Sorry not sorry," he adds as I glare at him from the backseat whilst we drove deeper into pack territory.

As we got closer the sound of heavy music beyond the tree line caught my attention.

"It seems the pack house is on fire, wolves do know how to celebrate," Dad explains as I squint my eyes to see a little better beyond the trees.

I hadn't been this deep into pack territory seeing as Camryn didn't like being here, I didn't force him but pictures from my cousins and Max were enough to give me a view of what it looked like but just the experience in person, was appreciated.

The building was grand and beautiful, I definitely had inspiration for a lot of paintings to come.

As we drove away from the pack nucleus my heart beat a little faster, we were finally close to Camryn's home, where they were.

I turned on my phone and used the front camera to check myself, my hair still in a low bun, strands framing my face.

"You look fine kiddo, now let's get in there," Dad states as he parks a bit of a distance away from where the party was, since there were other cars parked in front.

I sighed, it was now or never, so I got out, my boots clicking on the floor, I had been right to take the jacket, the evening air was a bit chilly but it did nothing to hinder my rapid beating heart.

"Just breathe," dad whispered as I took Camryn's present from him.

We had actually bought them two days ago, uncle Kyra knew about his birthday but it seems Camryn himself had forgotten which was cute but it could be accredited to how busy he had been but luckily he remembered just in time.

Before dad could even ring the doorbell, the door burst open and I was wrapped in multiple inflated biceps.

I was used to it at this point.

Teja and Orlando rumbled like cats as they hugged me.

"Okay, okay, stop squeezing him to death and let me get a hug in," my aunt intervened making dad chuckle.

"What took you so long, the party felt dead without you," Teja grumbled as dad and I looked at him in shock.

"What, we all know it was," he mumbled in response as Orlando smacked him making me chuckle.

"Hello sweetheart, ooooh I missed you," Aunt Bonnie gushed over, squeezing me just enough too.

"I missed you too," I signed my response as we separated.

"Come here you," she squealed grabbing my dad in a bear hug whilst her mate showed up and almost tackled us to the ground.

"What is wrong with you people," My dad shrieked as uncle Kyra twirled all three of us around while laughing.

"Nothing, just excited to see you, seriously this party was dead," he replied and I face-palmed.

"See I told you," Teja supports and all I can do is surrender into amusement.

"Come on Calvin, let's turn this mother up," Bonnie called out dragging her brother into the house.

"Looking smokin' kiddo," Uncle Kyra stated with a wink my way making me blush.

"Only you could cause a commotion," Max asserted as she squealed running to me.

"I'm so glad you're here, I couldn't take anymore rambling about lacrosse or rugby, ugh," she gagged.

"Hey," Orlando and Teja both protest.

"What ever."

She waved them off as I hugged her again.

"Come on, Dean and Camryn will be here soon. Camryn's dad had him do his final rites before he became Alpha," she explained and I remembered that it was a hunt aided by a friend.

Normally the next in line Beta would be the one to hunt with Camryn but since Orlando had already finished his rites, a close friend was needed.

The transfer of power in the pack would be done when Camryn was truly ready which was any day after his eighteenth birthday but knowing Camryn, he would postpone for a bit.

"Damn, you look really good, dressed up to impress your man I see," Max whispered in my ear and I punched her bicep.

"We all know it's true," she retorted and I rolled my eyes.

"Seriously though cuz' you look like one helluva meal," Orlando added and I chuckled whilst trying not to blush.

As we got out to the backyard the slight warmth dimmed, of course the party was in full swing but coming face to face with the woman who I knew for sure was Camryn's mother and the cold glare she sent my way, it made me wonder what I did to her to get on her bad side.

"You made it. I knew your dad was kidding when he said you didn't come."

That would be Max's mom and Dean's who were raving and sending playful glares at my dad.

[Hello] I used my phone to greet the two women as we hugged.

"Oh look at you, always a precious gem," Dean's mom muttered caressing my cheek.

"Come, let's get you acquainted with some of the folks here," she added as I was turning away from Camryn's mom and introduced to his aunt, they were lovely.

After a few rounds of introductions and me getting no reprieve from Orlando or Tej's constant need of my attention we were finally waiting for Camryn, Dean and the Alpha, before they arrived someone else walked up to me.

"It seems you missed me in the greeting," she stated with a hardened tone.

[Luna Summer. I'm so sorry. I got so caught up] I told her through my phone and she didn't seem surprised but rather snickered.

"I wonder what my son sees in you or what he saw in your father. You're beautiful no doubt, loved by all and are graceful, a lot of the pack members you've encountered have had nothing but shining remarks of you but I'm not so easily fooled. I won't let you..."

Before she could finish we both turned to meet to meet the eyes of the Alphas who had returned from their hunt and both of them seemed angry.

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Redemption from last night 💪

He’s a girl dad Fr Fr

Totally didn’t ask my dad what it was like to raise me and my two sisters and base it of that

A loud slam echoed across the lab, disrupting his train of thought. He snapped his head up, searching for Kendra, only to find Casey. Her hair was a wild mess, peanut butter smeared all over her face and tiny hand prints of jelly along her shirt. The prickle of panic he had felt moments before melted into amusement. He’d expected her to last an hour. At least.

He stood up slowly, stretching his joints as Kendra set down her work, walking over to Casey and silently handing her a rag.

“They ganged up on me!” She spluttered, “ I don’t- they overpowered me. I-”

“You left them alone?” He interrupted, raising his eyebrows in question.

“...Sheldon’s with them.”

Kendra shot him a glance and he nodded, closing his computer and walking out of the lab. He could use his mystic powers, and she couldn’t, so it was only fair he left first. They'd made the arrangement what felt like ages ago. He’d hated it at first. He didn’t have motherly instincts. Lord knew he wasn’t built for caring for small children.

The first time he’d had to leave, he ended up handing them off to Kendra when they’d started crying. But she’d looked at him like he had messed up. So he took them back, holding and rocking them until they fell asleep one by one before he passed out on the couch with them.

He was better at it now. They wanted to spend time with him, for some unknown reason. It was his favorite part of the day when they let him join in on their conspiring. Rounding the corner to the living room, he found Casey jr. pinned to the ground. His girls were painting his face with makeup, whispering hushed assurances that he was going to be beautiful.

“I don’t want to be pretty!” He screamed, thrashing against the floor, “ I’m already BEAUTIFUL!”

He watched as one of them covered his mouth, successfully muting his protests. She hummed as she leaned over him to cover his eyelids in a shimmery Red. The other two were busy painting his nails from their perch on top of him. He shifted his gaze to the kitchen. The table was covered in the remnants of half eaten peanut butter jelly sandwiches, the wall a memorial of the meal. He’d deal with that later.

He picked up the two pinning jr. and held them in the air long enough for Casey to sprint to the bathroom. “I’m never coming back!” He howled, swiping at the powder on his face.

He watched as the tallest of the three’s eyes filled with guilt, her head hanging low, the brush falling from her hands. She said nothing as he sat down on the ground in front of her, setting the smaller two by his side and opening his arms. She immediately ran forward, pressing her head against his carapace.

“I’m sorry papa.” She mumbled. “ I know he didn’t like it but I did it anyway.”

He held her little body close, letting her stay as long as she wanted.

This was way out of his depth. He'd never had to deal with this kind of thing growing up.He just built things. He sat around for years waiting for something- anything to get him to live. And when she finally showed up he pushed her away. How could they trust him? How could they look at him with such wonder in their eyes when he hadn’t done anything for them?

He gave her a tight squeeze before picking her up beneath her armpits and holding her in front of him. “We need to ask before we do something like that, ok?”

He could try to be who they thought he was.

She nodded solemnly, hanging her head low before perking right back up. “Can we make you pretty papa?”

“Am I not pretty enough just like this?” He asked, dramatically tossing his hair over a shoulder.

The shortest of the three stared at him, studying his face, then looking at her sisters. “ No.” She decided. “ No you are not.”

“Oh.”

“We can make you pretty though.” The middle one assured him, holding her bottle of nail polish above her head. “ I’ll do your nails.”

“Oh oh oh! I can do the eyes!”

“And I can do the hair!”

They pounced on him, tugging at his arms to force him closer to their height and standing on his thighs when they couldn’t reach. He winced as they jabbed brushes against his face, holding as still as possible so they wouldn’t rip him apart.

“Can you try to be gen-”

A hand went to his mouth, filling his nose with the pungent smell of nail polish and cutting off his sentence. “Shhhhh.” The middle whispered. “Not now papa.”

He nodded, only to have his head yanked back by the smaller of the three. “Stay still.” She barked. “I’m tryna to work here.”

Normally he would have said something about her being rude, but honestly he was just proud that she had even spoken at all. The tallest was unusually quiet as she worked, her fingers gripping his face painfully as she dragged brushes over his cheeks and eyelids. Then, just as her grip was becoming unbearable, she let go, jumping off of his thigh and pittering away. He opened his eyes to find her racing to her room, a brush still clutched tightly in her hand.

She came back seconds later, one her bows in hand. The brush however, was mysteriously missing. She came back to his side, once again standing on his thighs to get a better vantage point before placing the bow right in the center of his head.

“You look pretty now papa!” She beamed.

‘I’m gonna get mom!” The middle shouted, jumping up to sprint to the lab, her hoodie falling off her head as she ran.

The tallest followed quickly, leaving him alone with the shortest of the bunch. She scooted in front of him, taking out the bow and placing it on the back of his head. Just like how Kendra did her sister’s hair. Then she came back around, inspecting each of his nails individually before nodding and holding out her hand. He took it in his, her fingers wrapping around his as she sat down beside him.

‘Thanks.” She whispered, leaning her head against him.

“Course.” He patted her head as Kendra was dragged in. Her hair was plastered to her head, face and hands covered in motor oil. He waved at her, striking a pose. “ Do I look beautiful?”

She stifled a laugh as three heads turned to her, eagerly awaiting her response. “ The most beautiful.”

“Not as good as mom.” the smallest chimed in.

He huffed but didn’t disagree. “No, I don't think I’ll ever be as beautiful as your mother.” He smiled, grabbing by her waist and pulling her down.

“It’s true.” She said, striking a dramatic pose to replicate him, “He’ll never be as gorgeous as me.” Her smile faltered as she saw the wall. She grabbed the tallest, her peanut butter stained overalls a testament to her crime, “ What is that?”

“...Nothing.”

Kendra stared unimpressed. “ Uh- huh. Go get a rag.”

I uh didn’t know how to end it. Usually the fun ends when mom realizes that you made a huge mess so I just did that 🤷‍♀️

That fic was so cute, I was starting to miss those little boogers. But I thought they were all girls?

They are :D

#I used to pin my little brother down to put makeup on him 😌#he hated it but I had fun #there’s pictures somewhere #no proof reading a captain goes down with her ship #hahaha #get it?#ship #anyway

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sukirichi · 4 years ago

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— just the two of us

request: I almost read all of your jujutsu kaisen writings and I love it. Your writing is really good! I do not know if a request about a fics🥞 about satoru gojo who is really in love and not very possessive with an oblivious reader. It will be fun to see Satoru try to flirt with her and she doesn't get it🤣

pairings: gojo x oblivious! reader

notes: THIS IDEA IS SO CUTEEE I absolutely loved every second of writing it! thank you for the request and I hope you like this! 🥞 breakfast has been served!

word count: 3.3k

warnings: none, other than this is unedited and written humorously rather than seriously~

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Gojo doesn’t know whether he’s lucky – or completely cursed – over the fact you’ve got no idea he’s so in love with you.

It’s a bright sunny morning, perfect for outdoor training, and he walks with you all the way to school with his hands shoved deep in his pockets. You stretch your arms out in the sky to bask in the morning glow and warmth of the sun, sleeves pushed up to your forearms to “get that vitamin D.”

Satoru snickers at your statement, because you’d totally be getting a different kind of Vitamin D if only you’d notice him. Sometimes he wonders, if maybe you’d inherited the Six Eyes instead of him, would you finally be able to see him – or would you still remain unaware?

He doesn’t even know where it began. A year ago, Yaga introduced you as the newest staff member. You’d been so fidgety and nervous then, unsure of what to do and worried if maybe the kids wouldn’t love. They did, of course, how could they not. Not only were you extremely fun to be with, you’re also caring, fretting and even crying whenever one of the students got injured over a mission.

Shoko reminds you all the time that this should be normal for you by now, but you always cry every time, sobbing that they’re still only kids and should be out having fun.

Yeah, maybe that’s where it began. Your kindness struck a chord in Satoru’s heart, and before he knew it, he was falling for you. Hard. Next thing you know, he shows up five minutes before you leave for work, mock-saluting you before inviting you to breakfast. He does this every damn day, and you still don’t get a single thing.

“That café was really good,” you muse, fingers stretching outwards and giggling as the sun peeks through the spaces. Satoru sighs beside you, wanting nothing more than to slip his fingers through those softer ones. “We should go back there sometime. Maybe even take the kids with us this weekend so we can all have breakfast together!”

Satoru masks a snicker with a cough. It reminds him of the time Megumi called you mom and dad by accident, to which you happily responded with before tackling the boy in hugs, while the strongest jujutsu sorcerer only flushed in embarrassment.

Him being him though, Satoru played it off cool, flipping his hair before striking a pose. “Huh, a dad?” he smirks, “The only person who gets to call me daddy would be no one else but Y/N.”

The raven haired first year student immediately recoils in disgust. Meanwhile, the innuendo flies straight through you, and you peer up at him innocently with your head tilted to the side. “Daddy? Why would I call you my dad? My father is still alive and well, and I don’t see you marrying my mom or anything,” Just as Megumi nearly howls in laughter – another evidence that you’re really something else to get the usually stoic boy to lose his composure like that – you snap your fingers, the light bulb above your head practically shining. “Oh, I get it! You prefer younger women and you want them to call you that! Kind of like the hype for onii-chan nowadays.”

Hopeless, Satoru wants to say, you’re absolutely, utterly hopeless.

“Hmm, I don’t know,” Satoru shrugs nonchalantly, sending a smirk your way. It usually drives everyone crazy, but you only smile back up at him in the same way you smile with everyone, and he tries his best to not show his shoulders are deflating. Nevertheless, he doesn’t give up. “How about you and I go out somewhere this weekend? The movies, perhaps?”

Say yes, say yes – please say yes.

Really though, he’s waiting for that ‘no’ already. Satoru knows you always go out of town during the weekends to visit your family in the countryside, only coming back on Monday the next week with a basket of fruits and traditional goods that isn’t so easy to find in the city.

But then you clasp your hands together in excitement, lashes fluttering delicately as you beam up at him. “Really? You’d like to go to the movies with me?”

“Of course I would,” Satoru tries not to stutter, hiding the fact that he’s completely taken aback. He’s the Gojo Satoru for heaven’s sake, he shouldn’t be this affected by anyone’s presence. “What makes you think I wouldn’t want to?”

“Oh, nothing, I just thought you were busy. This Saturday, then?”

Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap, it’s actually happening – his mind was barely functioning at this point, and he even slapped his cheeks to snap him back to life. “I thought there was a fly,” he lied with a chuckle, “But yeah, Saturday. I’ll pick you up?”

“Yeah, sure!”

Satoru wouldn’t stop smiling the whole way to the school. Even when Yuuji had face planted into the ground and Megumi sprained his ankle from training, he wasn’t able to get rid of the ridiculously big smile that stretched across his lips. He’s floating in cloud nine, flowers erupting from his ears and heart-shaped emojis bursting in his background.

“Well, you look creepy,” Shoko commented in the faculty room the moment you excused yourself, “Did you land a date with her or something?”

“That I did,” he stated proudly, even banging his fist on his chest like a deranged form of King Kong.

“I can only hope Y/N makes it out alive,” Nanami announces from behind the newspaper he’s reading, legs crossed over another before he peeks above the paper, narrowed eyes dead set on the blindfolded man. “Don’t be too wild with her, Satoru. She’s a gentle soul despite being a sorcerer – I humbly suggest you don’t mess with her feelings.”

“Are you kidding me? She’s the one messing with my feelings by being so fucking cute all the time!”

“Who’s cute?”

Shoko nearly spits out her coffee the moment you enter, glancing around the room and sitting down next to a shock-still Satoru. Nanami only huffs in his seat with a shake of his head. It doesn’t take long before Satoru regains his confidence and recovers from his shock – he’s turned to you with his torso completely facing your way.

You bask in the attention, mimicking the gesture until your faces are mere inches from one another. The fact you’re so responsive and attentive to him yet still painfully naïve strikes a mental war of himself debating whether he wants to kiss you or knock your head upside down. Satoru chooses neither options as he leans closer, his smile growing wider when you don’t pull away, and he doesn’t stop moving until his lips are right beside the shell of your ear.

“You’re cute.”

Shoko shudders at the same time Nanami just gives up on everything, folding his paper and lying that he’s got someplace to go with Ichiji. Satoru patiently waits for your reaction; for you to crumble this time around.

You’re silent for a moment, brows almost right across each other when you register his words. Satoru ends up holding his breath for your next words, wondering: is this it? will she finally understand what I feel for her now?

Even Shoko ends up sitting at the edge of her seat, silently watching the exchange with interest barely hidden in her sparkling eyes. Satoru watches as your lips open, his eyes transfixed on the way the soft flesh moves. They tilt upwards, revealing a set of a wide smile – the smile he can never get enough of. “Thank you!” you giggle at his compliment, “You and Shoko are very cute too! And the kids too, especially Toge! Not that I’m saying he’s my favourite—”

“He’s definitely your favourite student,” snorts Shoko who is ignoring the way Satoru turns completely gray beside you.

It turns out you still haven’t figured it out after all.

“The kids this – the kids that,” the tall, lanky man whines, his head falling back on the back of the leather couch. He looks so utterly defeated you can’t help but lean over him to check if he’s okay, but Satoru pouts and hides his face under his uniform instead. “Why can it never be just the two of us?”

“Sorry, what did you say?”

This time, you’ve kneeled on the couch to hover him. You even pluck one side of his blindfold off to see how he’s doing, and suddenly thankful you can’t see the way his cheeks are absolutely flaming right now.

“Nothing,” he assures, his smile hidden behind his shirt. You look absolutely adorable hovering over him like that – eyes wide and lips pouty – what he wouldn’t give to kiss those lips right now, but it isn’t the right time, and Satoru just needs to find a better way to tell you how he feels. “It’s nothing.”

It’s absolutely not nothing.

Saturday couldn’t come faster.

Satoru finds himself willing time to go faster. Once the awaited day finally comes, he wastes no time in choosing his best outfit; an oversized black shirt tucked into black skinny jeans before styling his hair up the way he likes.

He winks at his reflection in the mirror, going ooh and aah at how hot he looks. It’s another reason why he can’t comprehend why you don’t like him yet, when, uhm, he knows he looks damn good? He’s pretty funny too – and his strength and power is already a no-brainer. Satoru can’t wrap his head around any possible reason why you wouldn’t like him; it’s basically a life or death mission at this point.

With that end goal in his mind and a spritz of perfume later, Satoru sashays out his apartment. Even though it’s already dark outside and he spent the whole day walking back and forth in his room trying to come up with ways to confess to you, he acts coolly all the way to your apartment.

This time around, he’s more than confident. He’s going to have you wrapped around his pretty little finger, “Wow,” is the first thing he says, pulling his blindfold down just to look at you.

Satoru feels blessed in that exact moment to witness how the heavens took their time with you, creating only the best out of the best and birthing the most magnificent person ever. Suddenly, he grows an urge to run to the countryside and thank your parents for going funky one night and creating you, because you’re an absolutely magnificent gift and it really baffles him how you’re real.

“Wow,” he repeats again, and you chuckle when he shakes his head. “You look beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.”

“Thank you,” you look him up and down, smiling in satisfaction. “You look very handsome yourself.”

Satoru’s been called handsome a million times before that it’s gotten too much in his head already, but hearing it come from your lips hits different. If he was excited before, it’s nothing compared to what he feels now when you loop your arm through his, dangling off his arm like you were a lover.

He knows it’s not real and this is probably just a friendly date for you – something he intends to clear up later – but it doesn’t stop him from puffing his chest up a bit, almost as if bragging to everyone around you that he was the one you’re with, and that he was the one you’re going to the movies with.

All your babbles about everything goes straight into one ear and out the other. He wants to listen to you, he really does, but he’s so intoxicated with your voice that he just ends up nodding at everything you say; his attention mostly on how sweet you sound and smell.

His feelings only intensify a hundred times more when you finally make it to the theatre. Not only is it dark, but you’re sitting right next to him, arms and thighs brushing against each other. He takes note of every little movement you make, smiling to himself when you don’t pull away from his thigh flush against yours.

In this close proximity, your perfume overwhelms his senses. He finds himself leaning closer just to get a little more taste of it, his arm resting on the armrest beside him and placing his cheek on his open palm.

He doesn’t even know what the movie is about. All he can see, hear, feel and recognize is you – nothing and no one but you. Just as he wanted, it’s just the two of you.

Satoru reaches out to the bowl of popcorn in his lap to distract himself from the need of kissing you already. He was so smug that he’s on this date with you; now he feels like the world is laughing and mocking at him because you’re so close yet so far away. The last thing he wants is to say something weird and have you running for the hills. It’s clear you don’t like him, after all.

You end up reaching for it the same time he does, making your fingers brush. It sends a jolt of electricity down his spine and he immediately retracts it.

Looking up at him with an apologetic smile, Satoru knows he’s messed up. “I’m sorry,” you blurt out, raising your hands in surrender with a nervous chuckle. “I should’ve gotten my own bowl instead.”

Satoru stares at you through his blindfold. You’re close enough that he can count your lashes – both top and bottom row – and he’s so stupefied at this point that he just says the first thing that comes to his mind; absolutely anything just to get your attention. “Cold,” he shows you his hand, “I’m cold.”

“Oh,” you nod and slip your fingers through his. Satoru nearly gasps at how electrifying the sensation is from having your smaller, softer fingers collide with his, your hands fitting perfectly in his bigger, calloused ones. Then, you close your intertwined hands and smush your cheek with it to transfer your heat – completely unaware that Satoru feels like he’s floating in his own Infinite Void right now. “Feel warmer now?”

“Yes,” he replies. “Extremely.”

Something beast-like wakes within him after that. Now that he knows you don’t mind touching him at all, Satoru can’t help but want to take out all his playing cards and just go fuck it. So he does – and he might regret, he might not – who cares? It’s just the two of you, and you’re the only one he ever cares about this much that he’d pretty much let you do anything at this point.

“You know,” Satoru begins, shifting until your joined hands are resting on top of his chest. His heart is just about ready to burst through its confines at this moment, but he holds back. It’s now or never. “Shoko and Nanami are annoyed that I talk about you all the time.”

Your eyes widen at his statement. “Really? Do you talk badly about me or something?”

“No,” he nearly groans in frustration, “You’re really pretty and cool. You’re amazing during missions, too, when you fight, it’s like I’m witnessing a warrior princess. So cool.”

This makes you laugh until the person sitting behind you rudely shushes you. You bow your head in apology, turning to Satoru with a softer smile this time; one that looks reserved and private compared to your big grins. “Oh, no,” he closes his eyes even behind his blindfold, “Don’t smile at me like that. I don’t think I’ll still be cool if I end up stuttering over my words.”

“Satoru!” you whisper-hiss, although your chest is filled with so much giddiness too that you’ve both forgotten about the movie; unaware that the entire theatre was crying over the main character’s friend’s death. “What are you going on about?”

He wants to laugh so damn hard. He thought confessing his feelings for you would end up in a pitiful heartbreak that you’d be weirded out and push him away. For a moment, he forgets it’s you, and that nothing is ever difficult or painful with you – other than, of course, you being oblivious, but that isn’t something he can’t fix. He’ll get you on the train one way or another.

“I have a confession.”

“Yeah?”

“I was practicing how to ask you out for a whole hour in the mirror,” Satoru whispers, careful to not ruin the melancholic mood of theatre. It doesn’t even surprise him that his world is filled with nothing but sunshine even if the world around you has descended into grief and loneliness. “I also called Nanami on first date tips.”

“Nanami?” you echo with a gasp, “Why Nanami?”

“Because he’s married, that’s why. Mans know some tips for sure.”

“Wait, so,” you chuckle nervously, and Satoru waits, waits for you to pull away or push him back – anything that would indicate discomfort. He’s patient the whole time, watching carefully as you only squeeze his hand and gesture to the both of you with your free one. “This is a date? Our first date?”

“Only if you want to be,” Satoru shrugs, grimacing afterwards at how sappy he sounds. “Well, I actually consider this our first date and I’ve been waiting for this for like forever now, so I sure as hell hope you want this too. I didn’t dress myself up today only to come back home crying.”

Satoru’s heart – if possible – only beats crazier and sings the syllables of your name when you start laughing harder to the point you have to muffle it by burying yourself in his bicep. He feels like his muscles and nerves could erupt at any moment. It’s crazy – absolutely insane – how you have him wrapped around your finger like this. He doesn’t complain though; he never will.

“I’m glad,” you mumble through his shirt, your erratic heartbeat matching kiss when you take the first tentative step of kissing his jaw.

Satoru stiffens underneath you, a low growl ripping from his throat. He’s feral, wild, drunk at the sight and scent of you. You make him feel like he’s fluctuating between dimensions, all the planets just crashing on one another until the stardust is left in your eyes because what else could be an explanation for what he’s feeling other than a supernova collision of hearts?

“You always make me feel so happy when you’re around that I still can’t believe you feel the same way. I was so worried that maybe you wouldn’t get my hints.”

Satoru groans, “What the hell? How long have you liked me?”

“I guess when you started bringing flowers to Megumi randomly just to piss him off.”

Satoru wants to rip his hair out. That was just a few weeks after you’ve started working with him, meaning you both have liked each other this whole time and he’s been suffering and feeling stupid just for nothing?

“God, Y/N,” he mutters to himself, “You really do know how to make a man go crazy, huh?”

That innocent smile on your face lets him know that as usual, you’re oblivious of everything. Satoru is right; he still can’t decide whether he wants to whack you in the head upside down. With a sigh, he ends up choosing the latter, nearly falling over his seat when you let out a surprised yelp at the feeling of his lips on yours.

It doesn’t take long before you grab onto his shirt and cling to dear life, laughter bubbling through your lips as you kiss. The sound is so precious he wants to bottle it up and keep it treasure for the rest of his life, but Satoru doesn’t rush anything.

With you and only with you is he ever capable of feeling like it’s just the two of you in a world filled with chaos and destruction.

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dreamwritesimagines · 4 years ago

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Twisted 25 - The Family Dinner [Spencer Reid x Reader]

A.N.: Thank you so much for your wonderful support my loves! Here’s the next chapter, I hope you will like it as well, and please let me know what you think of it! ❤❤ Ily, kisses! ❤❤❤

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Warnings: Murder, serial killers, violence, manipulation, mentions of sex, drinking, smoking.

Word Count: 5300

Summary: Family time can be chaotic.

Sharing secrets was difficult, but sharing secrets about one’s past was quite possibly one of the most difficult things that a person could do with who they loved. You knew how difficult it was for Spencer to talk about his past with you, but he stood by his word and told you absolutely everything, with nothing to hide. By the time you finished that conversation, it was almost dawn and yet you didn’t feel tired at all.

After that night, something changed but it wasn’t a bad change like Spencer feared.

You felt even closer to him, if such a thing was possible. In the following week, your relationship was better than ever-

Well.

Until now.

“I don’t believe this,” you shook your head, “I just… I refuse to believe this. After everything we’ve been through, I don’t even want to believe you’d put yourself in harm’s way and betray me like this. I get that you have no regard for your happiness, but doing this?” you ran a hand over your face, “This is too much, Spencer. You have no idea what you’re walking into, what kind of danger that’s going to be waiting there to ruin you!”

Spencer just raised his brows, then looked between the two ties he was holding up.

“So that’s a no to the blue one?”

“No to this whole thing!” you let out a groan, falling back to the bed, “No to this dinner with my family nonsense!”

He chuckled at your dramatics as you huffed out.

“Don’t you think maybe you’re worried about the wrong thing?” he asked, “You’re also meeting your father today.”

“But we know my father is a sadistic cruel demon sent to earth to make everyone’s life miserable,” you pointed out, keeping your eyes on the ceiling, “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but my father isn’t the only dangerous person in my family.”

“It’s just a dinner.”

“No, that’s what they want you to think,” you insisted, sitting up in bed, “Before you know it, they invite you to our place by the lovely countryside, and you’ll walk in thinking it’s just like any other place, there are wolves howling outside and-“

“Why are you giving me the plot of Dracula right now?”

“Because that’s what they are!” you exclaimed, “They’re like vampires! Have you ever wondered why my sister was named Mina? Dracula’s Mina!”

“Your mother loves horror books?”

“Spencer you can’t ignore the signs!” you insisted as he started tying his tie, a small grin pulling at his lips, “They’ll- they’ll suck the life out of you! By the time the dinner is over, you will be begging to see the sunlight again, and you will never be able to. Figuratively speaking.”

“Sweetheart, I’ve already met all of them,” he said patiently and you felt your heart melt, “In case you forgot.”

“Yes, and do you remember how that went?” you asked, “Nolan threatened you, my mother treated you like she was going to hire you and questioned you about everything, and Mina… Mina is a warning by existence.”

“Kenzie was nice though.”

“Yeah, she’s the only good person in our family,” you muttered, then turned your head when you felt his glances on you. “What?”

“Nolan is a part of your family?”

“Ugh, don’t remind me,” you scrunched up your face and grabbed your lip liner and lipstick to walk to the mirror, uncapped it and started applying it, “I’m going to have a billionaire stepfather who looks like a puppy around my mother— that’s not the point.” You put the lipstick into your purse and went to sit down on the bed again while he ran his fingers through his curls as if trying to keep them under control, “I just don’t want you to change your mind because my family doesn’t know how to act normal.”

“Change my mind about what?”

“About this,” you motioned between you and that was more than enough to make him turn his head, his brows furrowed. “I love them, but they’re going to be overly prying, overly dramatic, overly….everything and the next thing we know—“

“That’s never going to happen,” he approached you to crouch down so that he could look at you better, then reached out to entwine his fingers with yours, “That’s why you were so nervous about this?”

You pursed your lips, heaving a sigh and shrugged silently.

“Do you remember what you said to me a couple of days ago, that night?” he asked, “How trust works both ways?”

“You already know almost everything about my past.”

“That’s not it,” he shook his head, “This is about our present, and future.”

“Or lack thereof,” you commented dryly, making him chuckle.

“Do you seriously believe that?”

“They can be a little intimidating.”

“I’ll be fine,” he assured you, “And no matter what happens tonight, or on dinners to come with-“

“Social vampires.”

“With your family,” he corrected you, “It won’t change anything. I promise.”

You cupped his cheek, running your fingertips over his slight stubble and he turned his head to place a kiss into your palm, nuzzling there.

“Fine,” you murmured, “Let’s go see my sadistic demon father then. Should be enough of a practice for tonight.”

***

When you and Spencer got to the prison your father was held in, Luke was already by the hallway, waiting for you.

“Hey,” he said, “He’s going to be ready in five.”

You nodded, “Okay.”

“And don’t worry, after you guys are done here, I’m taking him to bullpen and he will leave at 7 p.m. latest. Rossi promised, even if there’s a dead body he’s gonna attend the dinner tonight.”

You looked up at Spencer, “Wait, there was a possibility of you not attending if someone ends up dead?”

“I mean if there’s a case…”

“Please don’t kill someone so that you guys can avoid this dinner,” Luke pointed out and you made a face at him, “We took you off our suspects list way too soon.”

“Hilarious,” you deadpanned and one of the guards opened the door.

“He’s ready.”

“I’ll be behind the glass if you two need anything.” Luke said and Spencer squeezed your hand as if trying to assure you everything would be alright.

“Come on,” he coaxed and you nodded, then took a deep breath and entered the interrogation room, Spencer following you. Your father looked up, then raised his brows.

“Oh look at you two, together again,” he said and you rolled your eyes, trying your hardest not to show how nervous you were. You took your seat across from him beside Spencer, and crossed your arms.

“John.”

“Dr. Reid.”

“So that’s why you haven’t had the time to come and see me lately,” your father motioned between you, “I can hardly say I approve but…”

“Oh that’s good. I’d probably kill myself if I did something you’d approve of.”

“Honey, you’re surrounded by CEOs and businessmen, and you went for an FBI agent?”

“What the fuck does that have to do with-”

“How much do you make monthly?” he asked, turning to Spencer, “I mean, I need to make sure-“

“Oh shut up, will you?” you cut him off, “He’s going to be hearing all that nonsense and more tonight, I don’t need this from you too.”

“Tonight?”

You and Spencer exchanged glances and he shrugged slightly, as if telling you to continue. A small smile pulled at your lips and you turned to your father.

“We’re having a family dinner tonight,” you said, “Naturally it doesn’t include you, so there’s one good thing about this bullshit, I guess.”

“Well, if it doesn’t include me you could hardly call it a family dinner.”

Your smile widened and you clicked your tongue,

“Nah, Nolan is going to be there so we’ll be fine. The whole family is there.”

Your father frowned, “Nolan?”

“Yeah,” you said, “Yeah, mom’s boyfriend.”

A silence fell upon the room as he stared at you for a couple of seconds,

“Your mother has a boyfriend now?”

You hissed in a breath,

“You’re right, boyfriend doesn’t exactly cut it,” you said, “He’s going to propose, so I guess we could call him mom’s future husband-“

“You’re lying,” he cut you off and you tilted your head.

“Am I though?”

“She wouldn’t get married,” he shook his head, “No way.”

A laughter escaped from your lips, “Why not?” you asked, “Because she loves you?”

“Yes she does.”

“The last time I checked, she called you a monster and was hoping you would die as soon as possible,” you stated, “Barely a love story.”

“Of course you wouldn’t understand,” he said through his teeth, “Your mother and I were in love, Petal. We still are, regardless of divorce, or this.” He motioned around the room and you blinked a couple of times, trying to wrap your mind around it.

“Jesus, you really are delusional.”

Spencer muttered your name to remind you to be careful, but you shook your head, keeping your eyes on your father.

“I’m pretty sure Nolan could buy this whole prison,” you motioned around, “I should suggest that, as a wedding gift.”

“They won’t get- hold on,” your father said, “Did you say Nolan? Nolan Yates?”

“Mm hm.”

“Nolan fucking Yates is going after my wife?”

“Ex-wife who hates your guts,” you corrected him and he gritted his teeth.

“I knew it,” he spat, “The first time I saw him at that gala, I saw the way he looked at your mother. They’re not getting married.”

“Okay then you lunatic,” you scoffed “I guess you need something to have delusions about while we’re out there moving on—“

It happened in a flash. One second you were talking, the next you were cut off as your father jumped on his feet, Spencer pushing you out of your chair to behind him almost automatically.

Then, something in Spencer’s eyes shifted.

He grabbed him by the arm, twisted it and slammed him down to the table in front of you, making you cover your mouth, your heart beating in your throat as the door opened with a bang and Luke and two guards came in. Luke was the first to pull Spencer off of your father, telling him to let go while one of the guards grabbed you and pushed you out of the room before he made his way to your father still trying to get out of the handcuffs and lunge at them as if he was a man possessed. They dragged him out of the interrogation room to what you assumed was the hall that led to his cell while you stood still by the wall, trying your hardest to snap out of it but your mind was almost foggy.

“Excuse me,” you managed to say as you made your way to the bathroom, your hands still shaking. Thankfully no one was there, so you rested your palms on the sink, taking a deep breath before you turned on the tap, holding your hands under the ice cold water.

“Okay,” you muttered to yourself, “It’s fine. You’re fine. It happens, you have a fucked up family.”

You rolled your shoulders back, that crazy light in your father’s eyes flashing in your mind before you shook your head, exhaling slowly.

“Y/N?” Spencer’s voice reached inside as he knocked on the door, “Can I come in?”

Your heart was still pacing in your chest but you cleared your throat.

“Yeah,” you called out and he stepped inside, his lips pulled into a thin line as he offered you a small smile.

“Hi,” he said gently, still keeping his distance, standing by the now closed door. “Are you okay?”

You nodded, crossing your arms, adrenaline still pulsing through you, “Yeah, of course.”

“I’m sorry,” he said and you pulled your brows together.

“Huh?”

“That you had to see that,” he said, “I know I shouldn’t have slammed him down like that, but when he lunged at you, I just…. I saw red. I understand that it was hard to watch and I apologize—“

“Hold on,” you cut him off, gawking at him “You’re apologizing because you stopped that psycho from lunging at me?”

Spencer frowned as if he was confused at your own confusion, and nodded.

“Yeah. Human mind is very complex, so even if you think you hate him, it could’ve been difficult for you to see him hurt, not to mention it was me who did that. Jung has a theory that states—“

“Spencer,” You interrupted him again, “Lock the door.”

His frown deepened but he did as you asked, but he didn’t get to ask why when you walked to him and pulled him into a kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and standing on your tiptoes. His hand cradled your head, a sigh of content escaping him but he pulled back when you grabbed his tie to loosen it.

“Wait, here?” he asked, “Y/N, this is a bathroom.”

“Yeah, I’m aware?”

“Do you have any idea how unsanitary this place probably is?”

“Oh, very unsanitary,” you stated, “On the other hand, though…”

You shrugged your shoulders and pulled your silk blouse over your head, so that he could see you in your bra. He stared at you for a moment and he swallowed thickly, his eyes snapping up to yours when you giggled.

“You make a good point,” he muttered before he pulled you into a kiss and walked you back to the sink.

***

Unfortunately, the rest of the day wasn’t that fun, especially when it was time to get to your mother’s house for the family dinner. You had insisted on picking Spencer up from work after you were done at your work, so that you would at least try to change his mind on the road again, but when you actually arrived to your mother’s place, he still looked like he wanted to do this.

“Last warning,” you said as Spencer looked up at the house, then twirled the flower bouquet in his hand, “Not too late to change your mind professor.”

“I’ll be fine, come on,” he offered his free hand and you took it, then both of you climbed the stairs to the front door.

“I’m a little nervous, in case you couldn’t tell.”

“You hummed the Darth Vader theme for the whole road,” Spencer reminded you, “I had a feeling you were nervous, yeah.”

“Abandon hope all ye enter here,” you quoted Dante as you both reached the door and Spencer scoffed a laugh.

“Ah we went from the den of vampires into the gates of hell, then?”

“Yeah! As Dante would put it, to a place we come where nothing shines.”

“I doubt he envisioned this when he was talking about the circles of hell.” He rang the doorbell and you let out a small whine, looking up at the dark sky.

“There are worse people than me out there,” you said as the footsteps came closer, “Why am I being subjected to—“

“Spencer!” your mother greeted him as she opened the door and you frowned.

“Since when do you answer the door?” you asked and she shot you a look before smiling at Spencer.

“Hello Ms. Knight.”

“Welcome, both of you!” she gasped at the flowers, “For me?”

“Oh—yes, of course.”

“They’re lovely, thank you!” she said and took them from him, “Come in, come in!”

“No I’m serious, did something happen to Tina? You never answer the door.”

“It’s nice to see you too sweetie, I see we started our dramatics on the way.” she kissed your cheek and you smiled.

“Hi mom.”

“Let me put these in a vase.”

“Spencer!” a gleeful scream rang in the hallway as your mother went to the kitchen and Lily threw herself at Spencer who crouched down as soon as he saw her “Hi!”

“Hi there! Whoa, you’re very strong!”

“Just in time for bedtime,” Kenzie walked into the hallway with a wine glass in her hand, “Hi guys.”

“I told mommy you’re a magician! And grandma, and Nolan too!” Lily counted with her fingers, “And I told them- I told them you can make coins disappear, and that you can do magic with paper, and then—“

“Bug, breathe,” you said, “Also, where’s my hug?”

Lily hastily rushed to you to hug you, then turned to Spencer as if she wasn’t interrupted while he just watched her with a fond smile on her face, listening intently to everything she was saying, and that warm feeling spread through your stomach again.

“And then I told Bobby I know a superhero, then he told me superheroes can’t be magicians but he’s wrong! Do you use magic to catch bad guys? Because if you do, I can help you with your superhero name!”

“Alright, auntie time.” you lifted her up into your arms as Spencer straightened up, “Sorry about that.”

“No, don’t,” Spencer shook his head, still smiling, “Please, I… she’s amazing.”

“Lily,” Kenzie said, “Bed time, come on.”

“Can you show me a magic trick please and thank you?” Lily said breathlessly and Spencer let out a laugh before turning to Kenzie.

“Is that okay?”

“Sure thing.”

Spencer took out a coin from his pocket and held it in her sight, “Alright Lily, this is just a coin, right?”

“Don’t let him trick you,” you whispered to Lily who giggled, then nodded fervently after checking the coin.

“Yes.”

“Okay, keep your eyes on it,” Spencer showed it to her one more time before he put it into his palm, closed his palm and when he opened it, the coin was nowhere to be seen. Lily gasped, her jaw dropping and you couldn’t help but smile at her expression, her eyes shining with awe. You pressed a kiss on her cheek as Kenzie took her from you, and she let out a whine.

“But you all will have fun here!” she murmured, pouting and you heaved a sigh.

“Lily I can assure you, no one will have fun here.”

“Don’t be like that,” Kenzie shot you a look and smiled at Spencer. “She didn’t intimidate you, did she?”

“She tried,” Spencer said as you wrapped your arms around his torso and he kissed the top of your head, “Didn’t exactly work though.”

“For some reason,” you grumbled and Lily waved at you.

“Night night!”

“Good night!”

“I’ll see you later bug!” you said and entwined your fingers with Spencer’s, then pulled him to the dining room where Kenzie and Nolan were talking. Before you could even greet them, the sight of the dinner table caught your eye and you gawked at all the food there, your mother was definitely out of control and this was the proof of it.

There was enough food for a small army.

“Oh God please don’t tell me we’re going to have live music too,” you muttered and Mina raised her brows.

“Yeah, you might want to lower your expectations,” she shot a fake smile at Spencer, “But then again, that seems to be the theme of tonight. Hi Dr. Reid.”

You gritted your teeth, glaring at her and of course the jab didn’t escape Spencer’s attention, but he chose not to respond with the same sarcasm.

“Hi again.”

“Welcome, Dr. Reid,” Nolan smiled, “Y/N.”

“Hi Mr. Yates.”

“Nolan.”

“So this is where you grew up?” Spencer asked you as you led him away from them towards the library, and you nodded.

“Yeah,” you said, “Right over there me and Mina got into a fight and she pushed me into a vase.”

“Ouch.”

“Spent the next ten minutes begging me not to tell mom. Over there,” you pointed at the corner, “Used to be this huge Christmas tree every year.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, and we used to have another room next to this, dad’s study, but after he was arrested and we all figured out how evil he was, mom grabbed a sledgehammer and smashed the—“

“Dinner is ready!” your mother called out and you heaved a sigh.

“Just saying, we could just tell them there’s been a murder.”

“You don’t give up, do you?” he smiled at you fondly and you shook your head, Kenzie entering the living room again.

“I’ve been called stubborn before.”

“Can’t imagine why,” he joked as he kissed you on the forehead and you turned to your family who was slowly taking their seats around the table, then both of you approached the table to sit down as well.

“I’m so glad we decided to have this dinner,” your mother clasped her hands, “It was about time, wouldn’t you say?”

Spencer smiled at her after thanking the maid who was filling his glass, “Thank you for inviting me Ms Knight.”

“Y/N was trying to make him change his mind,” Kenzie sang and your mother tilted your head.

“Spencer, I promise you we’re not as bad as my daughter tries to make you believe.”

“I’m not saying you’re bad,” you defended yourself, “I’m just saying you might be a little too much.”

“Define too much.”

You gawked at her and motioned at the table, making Spencer chuckle silently beside you.

“I really appreciate the effort you put into this,” he added, making your mother smile.

“Why thank you, Spencer,” she said and turned to Nolan, “Honey, Spencer works for the BAU as you know, you should introduce him to your friend.”

“Your friend?” Kenzie asked.

“The head of FBI,” Nolan said, “That’s a great idea. He might also help you in any position you want in the bureau.”

Spencer blinked a couple of times, as if he was at loss for words, then cleared his throat.

“Thank you,” he said “I already- I already have the position that I want though.”

“Ah for the future,” Nolan waved a hand and your mother sipped her drink.

“Yeah, now that it came up,” she said, “What are your future plans?”

“Mom,” you said warningly and Mina leaned back, looking between you with a smirk on her face.

“It’s just a question, don’t be so nervous,” she commented and Kenzie arched a brow at her.

“Mina.”

“No it’s okay,” Spencer pushed his hair behind his ear, “I um… I think I’d like to focus more on teaching.”

You lowered your glass, “Hm? Really?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, “I mean I do love BAU, they’re my family but seeing murders every single day, seeing all those victims, it becomes too much sometimes. But I love teaching already, so I think I will do that. In the future, I mean.”

“Oh how lovely. How about something other than your career though? In your future, would you say you’re planning to have chi—“

“New topic,” you cut her off quickly, “I saw dad today, and he knows you two are dating now.”

Your mother frowned but Nolan reached out to squeeze her hand, “It’s okay, he would learn eventually.”

“He actually thinks he is in love with you,” you told your mom and she scoffed.

“Please don’t say that, we’re eating,” she said, “I don’t want to feel nauseous.”

“It’s actually understandable that he’s under that disillusion.” Spencer said, making all of you turn to him, “Especially people in his situation, they feel this need to hold onto some outside world that’s waiting for them to get out of their minds. In a way, he hopes that because if he feels cut off from here, he will probably crash down. It’s very common in people who are imprisoned.”

“Well he can hope all he wants, I never want to see him again.”

“I’m sure Y/N doesn’t want to see him again either, but she’s not that lucky, thanks to FBI. What do you think about that, Spencer?” Mina asked, and Spencer looked at her.

“I think that’s a decision left to her.”

“Is it though?”

You narrowed your eyes. “Mina I need you to remember what I was like when we had dinner with Kenzie, and return the favor.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means shut the fuck up.”

“Y/N!” your mom gasped and Mina tilted her head.

“Ah well, excuse me if not all of us are in a forgiving mood unlike you.”

“None of that!” your mother said, “Both of you, honestly…”

“Spencer, you strike me as a whiskey guy,” Nolan said, attracting his attention, “I purchased a bottle of limited series in an auction in London the other day, would you like to try it after dinner?”

“Sure,” he nodded fervently and you held up your hand.

“I want to try that too. And what about that rum you were talking about the other day? Is it here too?”

“Sure thing.” Nolan snapped his fingers, “In fact, I know a great distillery, why don’t we visit there after dinner?”

You lifted your head, “That could be fun. Where?”

“Costa Rica.”

Spencer looked between you, “You—um, you want to go to Costa Rica after dinner?”

“We could take the jet. We’d be back before the dawn, obviously.”

“People,” you cleared your throat, “Has no one read the normalcy manual I e-mailed you the other day?”

“Yes but the manual said we could talk about drinks.” Nolan said and Spencer turned to you, frowning.

“Normalcy manual?”

“I just thought it’d be useful for tonight.”

“Oh it was very useful,” Mina commented, “Especially the footnote about murders, even if it was unnecessary. No one will joke about murder Y/N, we don’t want your boyfriend to arrest you again after—“ she was cut off as Kenzie kicked her leg under the table, and Spencer pursed his lips, as if he still felt guilty about that.

“I wasn’t in the city,” he said calmly, looking her dead in the eye, “I came back as soon as I heard, I was trying to get her out when you got there.”

“You don’t have to explain anything,” you said, “Mina , stop it will you?”

She didn’t even look like she heard you, “Get her out? Ah so that’s why I walked into that interrogation room when she was being hounded by your team?”

“Okay!” Kenzie said loudly, throwing the napkin on the table, “I’m so sorry, I just remembered something about Lily’s school that we missed. Babe, can you come with me to the kitchen for a moment please?”

Mina huffed out and put her glass down, then pushed her chair back and followed Kenzie to the kitchen.

“Honestly….” you downed your drink and motioned for another one but then Spencer squeezed your hand under the table, as if trying to assure you.

“I bet you miss the serial killers right now huh?” you mumbled and he tilted your head, humoring you.

“Drinks are better here,” he admitted and you tried to smile before you grabbed your cigarette pack from your purse.

“I’m gonna go to the backyard for a moment to smoke,” you said and your mother shot you a look.

“It’s dinner time, Y/N.”

“It’ll take like five minutes, tops,” you said and pushed your chair back, “I need some fresh air anyway. Spencer?”

“Sure, I’ll come with you,” he said and followed you down the hall until you reached the door to the backyard, opened it and stepped outside.

It was a silent night, as silent as it could be in the middle of the city. You looked up at the stars as you lit your cigarette, then heaved a sigh and leaned back to Spencer’s chest when he wrapped his arms around you, resting his chin on top of your head.

“I apologize on her behalf,” you said and he shook his head.

“You don’t have to,” he muttered, “She has a point. I should’ve… I should’ve been there, in that interrogation room.”

You looked up at him, then reached up to run your fingernails over his slight scruff while he lowered his head to press his nose into the crook of your neck, nuzzling there.

“Spencer, you need to stop blaming yourself,” you said slowly, “I mean it. I don’t blame you for that at all— and….you know Mina. She just turns into someone else when it comes to protecting the family. She doesn’t mean it, not really.”

He nodded silently and you combed back his hair with your fingers, making him heave a sigh.

“This is nice,” he muttered and you let out a small laugh.

“So are you ready to admit that I was right?”

“Hm?”

“I said you would regret it, do you regret it yet?”

“The dinner?”

“Yeah.”

He shook his head “No.”

“Why not?”

His arms around you tightened and he pressed a kiss to your neck, “Because you’re here.”

You closed your eyes for a moment, enjoying the warmth of his body against yours and you stubbed your cigarette before you turned to him. He smiled at you and you couldn’t help but stare at him under the dim lights of the backyard before you stood on your tiptoes and brushed your lips against his.

“God, I love you so much,” you said, making him smile, “Thank you for being here and… I don’t know, going through this absolute torture. I know it’s a lot.”

“Hey,” he cupped your cheek, running his thumb over your cheekbone, “I need you to listen to me, okay?”

You nodded, looking up at him.

“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you,” his voice was silent, almost hesitant, “To make you happy. You know that, right?”

You could feel the burning in your eyes and you sniffled, your heart skipping a beat before you wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your face into his chest. The rest of the world felt like it disappeared as you swayed from side to side, inhaling his scent and you pulled back.

“I know now,” you wiped at your nose, clearing your throat and he pushed your hair behind your ear.

“Good,” he grinned, “Glad we cleared that out.”

Someone knocked on the door and you turned your head to see Mina as she opened the glass door.

“So about earlier,” she leaned sideways to the doorframe, “Apologies and remorse, etc.”

“That means she’s sorry for what happened earlier,” you said helpfully and Spencer scoffed a laugh, shaking his head.

“You don’t need to apologize,” he said, “I get it. Trust me, I felt exactly the same when I saw the tape, but I was trying to get her out with minimum damage.”

Mina nibbled on her lip, eyeing him up and down.

“I guess,” she said, “But just so you both know, mom and Nolan are actually planning a weekend trip to Costa Rica. It’s like what happened with Kenzie all over again, only there’s two of them now.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you muttered and Mina nodded at Spencer.

“Yeah so you might need to tell them you have murders to solve during the weekend Sherlock, because they’re not going to listen to us.” she said and Spencer looked down at you.

“I’ll be there in a second,” you said and he pressed a kiss into your hair before making his way inside. Mina lingered there for a moment, inspecting her fingernails in a complete nonchalant manner.

“I guess I could trust you to know what you’re doing,” she said, “Just make sure he doesn’t screw you over, okay?”

You raised your brows, then clicked your tongue.

“Kenzie said no sex unless you apologize huh?”

“She meant it too!” Mina whined as you walked past her, letting out a laugh.

“Unbelievable,” you shook your head with a smile, making your way to the dining room. “All of you.”

Chapter 26

#spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagines #spencer reid x you #spencer #reid #twisted

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taechaos · 3 years ago

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Can we have some jealous/sweet smut with textbook love couple?🥲 like I guess OC was wearing an outfit that was a little short and some guy was checking her out and trying to get at her but she didn’t even realize it and Jungkook gets mad and you know😏

this really went off the fucking rails 😷

"I don't see the point in you coming, we just go there to get high."

"Maybe she wants to try it," Taehyung shrugs before looking up from his phone with a mischievous grin. "What if she's secretly a freak–"

"I'm not, I just–" you sigh, reluctant to reveal your intentions behind wanting to tag along with Jungkook to a frat party. His reason is clear: his body is craving another drug trip. Yours is unknown to them, and you purse your lips where you stand uncomfortably in the student lounge. Why would such a motivated student go out on a school night to get influenced? Oh, no reason, just want to damage my organs because YOLO, right? "I want to spend time with you," you simply reason to your unwilling boyfriend.

Jungkook clicks his tongue, an indication of an incoming refusal, "It's a crackhouse with live softcore porn, and I know for a fact you'd hate it there. Remember last time?"

The issue is that you do remember last time, and also the time that you weren't there. Much like a fairytale, it ended happily both times, but the beginnings were rocky—and you didn't want to miss out on that chapter before jumping to the end. It ruins the tale.

"It's okay sugar tits, I give you permission," Taehyung says while playing a mobile game with his tongue sticking out, unaware of the stares he's getting in response.

"The fuck did you just call her?"

"I'm not asking for permission," you roll your eyes and put your hands on your hips to assert the tiniest bit of dominance on Jungkook who you hover over. The two men are relaxed in their seats while you're tense from knowing you're going to have to rebel against Jungkook. He isn't going to give in. "I will come."

"No, no you won't," is his plain and casual command. You send him a subtle glare but he merely raises a brow, as if challenging you to retaliate.

"You're not her dad, dude. If she wants to come, she will," his friend chimes in defensively.

"Thank you," you point at him with wide eyes.

"First of all, you're not even a part of this conversation," he tells Taehyung. "Secondly, I'm looking out for you as your boyfriend," he gives you a pointed look. "Thirdly, not her dad? Wouldn't you beg to differ." The suggestive hint makes your face flush in embarrassment, and his wink worsens it.

"Excuse–"

"You told me not to tell him!" The discussion ends when you march out of the lounge to cool off your heated skin along with your high nerves. This relationship did begin when you didn't take no for an answer, so what's the harm in doing it again?

—————

The night you lost your virginity, it was autumn and easy to figure out what to wear for a party: warm and cozy with some charming color. It's spring now, and a little more difficult to decide on what to wear without looking like a "high school girl" as Jungkook often describes your outfits.

Your roommate is more cultured in that field, and was kind enough to lend you her help.

Soyeon racks her eyes over your closet with a hand over her chin, elbow crossing her stomach as leverage for her other arm. Nothing is exactly screaming out sexy to her, and unless it's a cosplay gathering, your wardrobe needs more diversity; dressing shirts, skater skirts and knee highs are out of the question.

You wait to hear her thoughts while shifting in your seat on your bed until she quietly giggles. "And I thought I was conservative." She cranes her neck to you, not moving from her position depending on your answer, "Do you want to borrow my clothes instead? They're more... suitable?"

You nod. "Sure. I mean— if you don't mind."

You trust your friend to take care of the clothing portion, and it's with a few cringing "ehhh"s and "mmm"s that you are satisfied with the outcome of this minor quest.

A thin black turtleneck with unnecessarily long sleeves cover your knuckles like sweater paws, and the fabric hugs your torso tightly but ends just below your belly button. Soyeon found a solution to your discomfort with the slight exposure of your stomach by matching it with high waisted denim shorts and nude pantyhose. It's chilly at night, so it's the perfect outfit: doesn't stand out and fits in just right. You don't look like a high school girl nor a nun.

You kept your only concern to yourself because it's not much of a big deal, but it bothers you that the denim shorts don't reach your knees. By your standards, it's a little... inappropriate, but your roommate assures you that it's a common choice in this occasion. You let it slide.

—————

Your worries of being too early faded the moment you stood before the frat house that boomed with music and flashed with violet. You don't know the time code for parties, but you must be late considering the crowd inside. People are chattering loudly when you squirm past them, but there's enough space in the living room for you to breathe. No softcore porn or crack yet. Not many are dancing either. It seems all good here.

However, the search must go on because Jungkook is nowhere to be found in the living room. You hear deep howls from the kitchen and it piques your attention, prompting you to look there next. You can only hope Jungkook's not high yet, or has a girl on his lap.

When you walk in, the kitchen that is remarkably smaller than the living room is filled with men taking shots from the center counter, and Jungkook leaning against the other counter surrounding the walls with a joint in his hand. You stand still in the doorway, suddenly nervous of his reaction, but relieved that he's alone nonetheless.

He inhales a deep breath and the small smile on his face falters when his redshot eyes drag themselves onto you. He stands straight once you lock gazes, and you grin at him before he shuts his eyes and clenches his jaw. You unconfidently strut over to him, reaching his side in only a few seconds as he glares at you.

Only a syllable comes out of his mouth before his attention diverts from you to another guy nearby in a flash. "Hey, eyes off," he calmly demands the man behind you. You glance at him when he raises his hands before looking elsewhere. You presume that's sign language for backing off, and your shoulder blades move awkwardly at the guess of what he might've been looking at. "What the hell are you doing here?" he brings your focus back onto him.

"I wanted to check up on you," you lean into him to not yell out your words.

"Check up on me?" He's incredulous. "Do you realize where you are? You shouldn't be here."

The moment is interrupted when Namjoon and Taehyung enter the scene, and you stop gnawing on your inner cheek. You don't have any answers you want to tell him, and your muscles relax when Jungkook's friends notice you.

"Oh shit," Taehyung smiles widely, "you're actually here." He appears to be sober and you smile back at him. Namjoon on the other hand, is as high as a kite as he brings you into a light hug. Your eyes widen and you awkwardly pat his back, fixated on his dazed expression.

"I haven't seen you in so long," he says as he ruffles your hair. Jungkook slaps a hand over his face at the interaction and drags the skin with his fingers. "How have you been? Do you want a molly?"

"Dude," your boyfriend intervenes, annoyed. "Why are you back here?"

"Alcohol." Namjoon disappears behind you to search the fridge and cabinets and you look at Taehyung again. He's drinking in your awkward stance as he licks his lips while Jungkook takes another drag from his joint.

"Girl, you are fucked," he says when his eyes trail back to yours with a snort. "You came here in those clothes, when you have a boyfriend? Jungkookie, I have some bad news for you. Your cock isn't even satisfactor–"

"Seriously though," Jungkook tells you with furrowed brows, "why are you here? I told you not to come." His reaction is influenced by the weed, not so mad as he is confused by your rebellion without reason—you must have a cause for waltzing in here, especially after his warning.

You hum in discomfort and shift your weight onto your other foot. "I already told you..."

"Don't give me that bullshit–"

A yelp cuts off his words when you jolt forward from a slap to your bottom. It wasn't a hard hit, but the surprise factor has you throwing yourself on Jungkook. Taehyung's jaw drops while your boyfriend barely reacts.

"If that isn't the cutest ass I've ever seen," the culprit chuckles without taking his eyes off your butt. He's almost slurring his words, and his lopsided grin doesn't seem intentional; he must feel too numb to form a full smile. You watch him in disbelief much like Taehyung. "You got any coke?"

"She's taken, man–" he takes on the peacemaker role, but it's futile when Jungkook gently removes your arm from his chest and walks forward to the stumbling man.

"Oh, my ba–" his face scrunches in confusion when his cheeks are grabbed and squished, leaving his mouth gaping. You peek from above Jungkook's shoulder to see him raising his joint before stubbing the burning tip onto the man's tongue. A scream resounds in the overcrowded room when it makes contact, and you fall back into Taehyung's arms while the deafeningly loud music tries to drown out the pained sounds. It's barbaric.

"Ah, shit," he pushes you to the side and pulls back Jungkook, who's still abnormally calm. The whole situation feels surreal, and it seems as if no one realizes this isn't a dream.

The man stops struggling against Jungkook's hold when he's released and falls to the ground, crawling back while sucking his teeth. He's whimpering and afraid. "I didn't know," he speaks with a lisp, pathetically begging, "I apologized! I-I'm sorry!"

You cautiously take a few steps back, almost like you're trying to flee the scene, but it just seems like a good idea to avoid Jungkook's temper right now. Just as you're about to turn around and sprint, you're held back by a hand on your shoulder. No words are exchanged when you're dragged away, a bruising grip on your forearm as you stumble out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

"Some fucking deja vu, huh?" your boyfriend fumes, basically shouting out his words without glancing at you to notice your struggles to keep up with his pace.

Lunatic Jungkook: Unlocked.

You trust sober Jungkook to not hurt you when he's angry, but after seeing him commit such a painful act, it's more than reasonable why you're currently terrified of him while he's high. To think you were so comfortable with him earlier because he's high. His calmness makes him all the more unpredictable, and you're unnerved when he shoves you inside a random bedroom. Some reversed deja vu.

"I'm going to ask you again: why the fuck did you come here?" The only attack is with his eyes that send daggers at you, but you keep your guard up in fear of what he'll do. You have to tread lightly.

"I was worried what would happen if I wasn't here with you." Honesty is your only approach in this instance because when he's glaring at you like that, it conveys that he doesn't want to hear any more of your ludicrous excuses.

He rolls his hand, gesturing you to continue. You're nervously forcing out your words, "I didn't, um... know how you would act around other women while you're on drugs when I'm not around." When his face falls into monotone, you defend yourself, still tense, "Last time, you kissed Soyeon and before that, another girl! I-I had my reasons..." Your voice grows smaller, just like how you feel under his gaze. Your eyes flicker to your shoes.

"And those shorts?"

At your silence, he takes a few steps towards you and leans into your face, slightly bending to level with your height. He tugs on the hem of your shorts harshly, emitting a flinch from you. You don't return his stare. "What the fuck are these? You're stupid enough to come here, but coming here in these shorts? Are you okay?" He taps your cheek, encouraging you to look up at him, but it's both humiliating and intimidating. "I know you're not a slut, baby, but why are you so adamant on acting like one?"

"I wanted to fit in," is your weak defence in a mumble, gaze still downcast. You shouldn't feel so ashamed.

"No, you told me you wanted to make sure I wasn't cheating," he counters. "Don't fucking twist things now. You didn't need to dress up to see if I was fucking someone else."

Your round eyes shoot up in panic at whatever he's insinuating, "I didn't want you to realize how paranoid I was."

"So this was your grand idea?"

"Ah," you groan, just wanting this argument to end already. You know what he's thinking: "I was stupid. I didn't learn my lesson, and I ended up hurting someone because I'm stupid."

You release a relieved breath when he gives you distance to sit on the twin sized bed. He's facing you as he says, "When I tell you not to do something, you don't do it. I'm not trying to dictate you, you understand that, right?" You meekly nod and clamp your mouth shut when he continues, "You pull this shit again, I'm going to hurt someone else again. Simple as that. I don't care if they did anything, I'll hurt them as long as it gets you to listen to me."

"Okay," you exhale, shyly walking between his legs at his beckon. You tower him, but it's not helping your confidence as he places his hands on your hips.

"Okay," he whispers back as he plays with the waistline of your shorts. A moment of silence passes, and you allow yourself to calm down enough to sit on his lap and lay your head on his shoulder. "I like the high school girl look better on you."

You sheepishly grin but decide not to respond for the safety of your friend. He pulls on your pantyhose and it slaps against your thigh when he releases it.

"Do you forgive me?"

"Can't stay mad at you," he murmurs before pecking your lips. It's you who leans back in to extend the kiss, and he responds gently. It ends when he chuckles, "Passive smoking, hm? You feeling okay?"

You nod and lock lips again, his hand soothingly rubbing the side of your thigh when you clasp your hands behind his neck. Maybe he's right, maybe you did get a buzz from the secondhand exposure, but it doesn't influence your actions as you lower one hand to his chest. It just happens to fall on his crotch.

"Mm," he pulls away with a suppressed laugh, "you're actually high? Your hands just got a mind of their own."

"Then tie them," you offer in a breath. His brows shoot up, but his surprise doesn't prevent him from unbuckling his belt singlehandedly.

"A bondage kink? Who are you and what did you do to my nerdy girlfriend?" His joke emits a small laugh from you but his smile falters once his belt is in his hand. "Take your shirt off first."

It's no longer a guess when you slip out of the turtleneck in a flash; you are under some spell when you stand and hold your wrists together. The leather grazes your skin and sends delighted tingles down your spine.

"I hope I'm not going fucking crazy and hallucinating this," you hear him whisper behind you. A laugh escapes you and interrupts his internal monologue, and the buckle is clasped. "Now for the shorts..."

He stands up, pressing himself against you and peeking from your shoulder to undo the button of your denim shorts. You can feel his erection grinding against you when he tugs them down to falll at your ankles. You step out of the garment and turn around. When he gets out of your way, he gestures you to lie down and your hands are pressing against your back when you do so.

You watch him take his short off before straddling you and leaning down for another kiss. It's merely foreplay; he cups your clothed pussy and runs his hand down up and down, prompting you to sigh into him. He bites your bottom lip just as he slips his fingers past your underwear, murmuring against your lips, "Can you take me right now?"

"I think so," you shy. "I want to."

"Good," he sighs and removes his hand to massage his erection while undressing you completely. "I think... this is a better lesson."

"For what?"

"You don't know?" he pushes the cup of your bra to pinch your nipple mercilessly, and he hears your pain through your small scream. "A guy got burnt for no reason then?"

"No, no, I know," you gasp when he twists your sensitive nub, "because I'm stupid and I shouldn't have ignored you." Your back lifts off the mattress when you clench your teeth to suppress another scream. Despite your bounds hands, it's him talking down on you that renders you submissive.

"Mhm," he's condescending in his speech, "he did something wrong, but so did you, right? This is just the consequences of your actions, isn't it?"

It's his stinging touch that makes you agree to whatever he says, and you whine, "Yes!"

That's the only confirmation he needs to push his jeans down to his thighs along with his briefs, and your now bare pussy shies away from his cock by bending your knees. He pushes your legs even closer to you, and your efforts went against your intention by exposing yourself to him completely now. "You're so pretty," he admires with slight awe, "but I can't be shallow... You don't deserve to treated well."

His words make you shutter; you didn't do anything that wrong, but you aren't courageous enough to voice your thoughts. Everything he's told you today have turned out right, so he knows better to make that call. You stay unresponsive, head turned to the side to avoid his fierce gaze.

"No, you should hurt as much as he did," he mutters to himself as he trails a finger down your folds. You shiver and his gaze travels to your shy one. "What? Are you scared?"

You are unconfident with your denial, "No."

"Look at me then."

It's with a deep inhale that you glance at him, and your breath is caught in your throat when he shoves himself inside. Your whimpers resound brokenly in the bedroom where the bass of the music drowns it out. You feel the vibrations, but it doesn't serve as a distraction and you're aware that Jungkook can pick up your pained noises. He's simply ignoring you, but you can't dwell on the thought when he lets you adjust for a few seconds only before ramming into you. Your whines aren't enough for him, after all, what's a better indication of pain than a scream of agony?

His thrusts are out of rhythm, but quick and rough nonetheless as his hands push you deeper into the mattress as if to hold you down before taking your nipple in his mouth—more specifically between his teeth to bite.

"Jungkook!" It's not a gentle bite, and you know it wasn't meant to be, but you try to squirm away nonetheless. Your flight instinct is futile because his strength overpowers yours, keeping you in place with his palms while you struggle and cry.

"No more, please!" You wail when he finally sits up, and he watches you bounce back and forth due to the force of his thrusts. It's so pleasing, especially your moans, but mixed with your bitching... it's irritating.

He grunts, the sound bordering on a growl before he says, "You deserve worse."

"I don't! I didn't do anything." Your protests fall on deaf ears, or rather ears that need you to shut up. He wraps his hand around your neck in a chokehold, daring you to speak with his grip as he moans through a bit lip.

"Your ass was hanging out in a room filled with men," he speaks in between moans while you gasp to catch your breath, sounds of pleasure getting suck in your throat when he slams deep enough to hit your sensitive spot. "You didn't listen to me! Ah..."

Your windpipe is getting crushed the tighter his grip gets, and your cheeks start to flush until he drops his hand to lift your hips, spanking you while you wheeze. "You want attention that bad?" His words are mere gasps when he starts to lose himself, now gripping your waist to match his thrusts for you.

"Only yours," you muster out as your eyes roll to the back of your skull, letting him do all the work while you get closer to your climax.

"Lying whore." He slaps your tit before completely concentrating on his release, inching closer and closer by the second teasingly. It builds up in his stomach, and his abs contract and tense while he pistons his cock inside you faster, not drained enough to get sloppy just yet. It's when a loud moan resounds in the room, reducing to pants with slow drags of his length. "God, yes..."

You feel it when he cums, painting your walls white and warming up your insides, and he rubs your clit so fast that it has you seeing stars in mere seconds. It's so quick, the high, and your moan is music to his ears; he's too spent to enjoy it any longer before he collapses next to you.

"Fuck, please let me tie you up again," he breathes while you recover from the euphoric sensation he brought you by twitching and seeing white. You're panting when his hand falls on your stomach.

"Please... I'll be nicer if you let me. Hm?"

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