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pablitogavii · 9 months

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Her babysitter

"Thank you so much for letting her stay with you for a few days Pablo! Promise it won't be longer than a week sweetheart!" your mom said petting your head and you rolled your eyes feeling once again 'dumped' to the side because of some 'important business trip'.

"Yeah right!" you snarled walking away and Pablo looked after you with clenched jaw feeling guilty for noticing the way your perky butt bounces as you stomp away.

"No problem. I have a free week anyways!" Pablo said while escorting them out and walking back to the living room where you already grabbed a tub of ice cream and ate it with a spoon.

"I see you already found my secret tub of ice cream, huh preciosa? Do you mind sharing some with me??" Pablo said looking at you while you licked the spoon feeling his pants tighten. Damn it! He needed to get it out of his head at once but it was no use!

"Mhm.." you said moving towards him and dipping your spoon into the half melted vanilla ice cream before bringing it into his mouth. Pablo was took by surprise but took it nevertheless thinking about how good it tasted especially with a hint of 'you' in it.

"It's really delicious but you shouldn't eat too much and ruin the dinner" he said taking the spoon away with the tub and you rolled your eyes calling him annoying.

"Seriously!? Enough with the eye rolls! Good girls don't behave that way.." he whispered the last part into your ear you felt your skin fill with goosebumps in response. You might hate the fact that your parents constantly dump you places..but when it was at your handsome neighbors house, you don't exactly mind that much.

You always hated how he would act like you're a child just because you're 16 and he turned 19 recently! But now he was calling you a good girl..maybe things changed??

After dinner, you were sipping on some apple juice while he put the dishes in the washing machine. He was usually shirtless around the house and your eyes were enjoying the way his muscles would flex with every movement he made.

Then it came to mind..be his good girl and see the reaction?

"Thank you for the dinner Pablo.." you said shyly and he raised his head up and looked at you with a small smile plastered on his handsome face.

"Of course! Do you want to watch a movie before going to bed??" he asked and you jumped in excitement rushing to pick something while he chuckled walking after you.

"I want to watch this one! It's the newest horror movie that came out!!" you said but Pablo already saw the trailer and thought it was not a very good idea.

"This is not the time for that movie preciosa..maybe something less scary huh?" he said tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear and although you blushed at his gesture, you were not gonna let him keep treating you like a child just because he was your babysitter now!

"Would you stop treating me like I'm fucking four! I want to watch this move and if you're too scared then I'll do it alone in my room!" you spat and Pablo's jaw was clenching. He imagined tossing you over his lap and spanking your little butt for those foul words leaving your sweet mouth but instead he just grabbed the remote and pressed play.

The movie was terrible..so much gore..jump scares..and overall terror. Pablo caught you jumping up a few times and he was smirking in amusement. You were too stubborn to accept it but deep down you knew now that Pablo was absolutely right.

"Alright, that's over..time for bed" he got up while you were still curled up in a blanket on the sofa too scared to move and go down the dark hallway leading to the guest room you started calling your own.

"Everything okay preciosa?" Pablo said waiting for you to admit that you were scared but that never came as you just got up and walked away bravely while he chuckled.

"Goodnight Pablo.." you whisper when he passed you to go to his own room which was across the hallway and he turned around smiling warmly.

"Goodnight preciosa" he said entering his room the same time as you. You laid in the cold dark room for an hour trying desperately to fall asleep but it wouldn't happen. You could hear every little creek and everything scared you making your brain hyper alert on every detail. You wondered if Pablo fell asleep already..?

Knock Knock

"Come in preciosa.." Pablo's groggy voice said and you quickly opened the door not wanting to be alone in that dark hallway for long.

"Um..I..can't sleep Pablo" you say shyly playing with the edge of the big t-shirt you used as your pajamas.

"And why is that huh?" he said with a proud smirk and you felt angry that he was teasing you now so your stubbornness took the best of you as you said that he was mean.

Then just as he was about to answer something fell outside from the strong wind and you screamed rushing to his bed and he collected your small body in his strong arms (gif).

"Shh..shh..it's alright" he said kissing your shoulder and you felt your whole body heating up. Were you really sitting on his lap with his arms around you and his lips left a kiss on your skin!?

"Please don't be mad at me..please don't be mad..but I'm scared from the movie..and I don't want to sleep alone!" you admitted everything not caring if he teases you or not but just wanting to say like this forever.

"Shh..I'm not mad preciosa..just..lay here with me?" he said gulping a little when our eyes met before quickly looking away. I saw him stare at my lips multiple times..but he wouldn't always restrain himself..why was he doing that??

"Um..thank you" you sniffled and he dried your tears but still keeping you on his lap and soon enough you were both kissing each other feverishly like your life depended on being close to each other like this.

"F..fuck! You taste better than I imagined!" Pablo groaned when you pulled away for air and he was holding your hair in the tight grip messing it up completely.

"Hmm..I'm hot Pablo..all over.." you whined blushing hard when you saw him smirk while shamelessly observing your body pulling on your t-shirt until it was on the floor and you were sitting there in your matching pink set.

"I can fix that preciosa..just relax" he said with a low voice before flipping you over and getting on top starting to suck marks all over your sensitive neck. Your mind was sent into oblivion...

He was kissing from my neck to my lips repeatedly while my eyes were closed and I focused on his heavy breathing remembering how many nights I wondered what he would sound like in these situations.

When he started to kiss lower, I became a little self conscious never have done this before so I placed my hand into his hair and called his name softly. He immediately stopped looking up with me with kind eyes.

"Um..nobody..ever touched me like that" you say and he smiled moving up and kissing your lips lovingly again.

"It's okay preciosa..we don't have to do anything tonight if you don't want to okay? I can wait" he said and you blushed feeling nervous but also wanting desperately to have Pablo be the first one to make you feel good.

"Hey..look at me! I'm not mad at you okay..I'm very patient for something I really want..and if I was able to hear you moan my name at night whenever you would stay over for months, I can wait until you feel ready okay?" he said giggling a little while caressing my now completely red face. Did he really hear me moan his name!?

"Um..I'm..I'm ready..just..take it slow" you say and he smiled nodding his head and kissing your lips and then your nose.

"Don't be embarrassed with me preciosa..I think you're perfect" he said and you smiled finally moving your hands from your chest and he slowly took off your matching set kissing down your body.

"We won't go all the way tonight..we will prepare you for that slowly but I will make you feel good okay?" he said inches away from your swollen clit and you moaned nodding your head in agreement.

When his lips finally attached to your heated core, your head was thrown back and you started seeing stars on the celling of his bedroom. He was lapping at your core like a starved animal pinning your hips down whenever you would try to instinctively move away.

"Mm que deliciosa.." he groaned ending vibrations all over your body before continuing to suck intensively on your core and you arched your back feeling heat collect in the pit of your stomach.

"Uh..uh" you whined and he looked up at you to make sure you're okay before continuing to do his work diligently smirking when he felt your juices spilling out of your hole as he licked your clean.

"Good girl! Give it all to me baby.." he spoke and that was enough to send you over the edge as your thighs shook as your hand gripped his hair out of instinct.

"Awe look at you shaking preciosa..shh..shh..so sensitive and perfect" Pablo kissed your thighs moving up and laying beside you quickly pulling you on top of him for cuddles.

"If you want me to go?" you said after a few seconds unsure of what he was thinking. Meanwhile Pablo was in awe at how lucky he was that you were finally in his arms.

"You're not going anywhere!"Pablo said and you blushed nodding your head and nuzzling your nose into his neck.

The next morning, you woke up first smiling at how tightly Pablo was holding onto you while gently touching his sleeping face. After a few seconds, you placed a finger on his lips and he woke up playfully biting it making your squeal.

"Mm morning preciosa" he said tightening his grip even more while kissing your lips gently.

"You're squishing me Pablo!" you say and he giggles kissing all over your neck and face before letting you breathe.

"Good!" he said and you blushed leaning in to kiss his shortly again which he welcomed. Your moment was interrupted by his phone beeping with a message.

"It's your mom saying she will pick you up soon.." Pablo said answering shortly before putting it away and bringing all his attention back to you.

"And what if I don't want to go...?" you say touching his abs while he caressed your head kissing it gently.

"You first didn't want to stay, remember??" Pablo teased and you blushed hiding your face into his neck again while giggling.

"You're the best babysitter Pablo" you smirk looking up at him and he blushes a little shaking his head at your little comment.

"Eres mala..muy mala preciosa" he said hovering on top of you and kissing your lips passionately. You instinctively opened your legs for him which made him proudly smirk down at you.

"Although you're very hard to resist preciosa mia..we don't have the proper time right now" he said knowing that your mom will be here any minute now. You whined at those words touching his face and pulling him down for a kiss.

When you finally got up and your mom was at the door, Pablo politely greeted her and said goodbye to you. You were almost inside the car when you saw Pablo at the window looking at you longingly and you lied that you forgot something.

You ran inside all the way to the living room before jumping into Pablo's arms and kissing his lips lovingly. He chuckled holding you up with his hands resting on your butt and his lips devouring yours.

"What are you doing here preciosa?" he said

"I forgot something" you giggle kissing him again and he chuckled putting you down after a few more sweet kisses.

"Here you go..if your mom asks" he said giving you a water bottle which you took and blushed when he winked at you playfully.

"I'll see you soon!" you say very much excited for it.

"You will preciosa" Pablo said before you closed the door and left with your mom. You had your face glued to the phone screen texting with Pablo and already missing being surrounded by his strong arms.

After last night, you will never again be grumpy for being left by your parents..especially with your new babysitter ;))

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unabashednightmarepizza · 9 months

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𝑆ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐵𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝐶ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑠

Summary: Being the director and also a single mum of 462818 people at the same time, being shown in Y/N. Y/L/N's newest Instagram post with some special guest

A/N: I really enjoy making these Instagram AU posts, and you will see my inner gremlin appearing lol and İ'll make a second and even third part for it!

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Y/N Y/L/N: Did they force me to take them on a train ride? Yes. Did I loose a bet? Also yes. So, as a result, I'm broke now. Please start a campaign and funds.🤭🤗

Also, don't let Jack's innocence fool you, that man is a real life Wylan and is a menace to society. He ate 15 burgers. Fuck you 🖕😑

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User1: I love how Y/n is the sugar mommy of the cast djskdjsj

User2: The way she is trully the mom apart from being the director. They are like a family 🥰

Y/N: A family that uses me... Cruel, cruel kids. Look at their smiles! They know what they are doing 🥲

freddycarter1: you made us walk under extreme hot weather and left us to die in a desert! It's only fair 😌

Y/N: Shut up Kazzle Dazzle, and eat your burger! And I gave you umbrellas, ıt's enough.

Sab.Memes: Jack ate 15 burgers?! *Chokes on water* HOW CAN HE DO THAT?!

User4: I feel bad for Y/N, she earns money through them and still spend it for them 😂

Y/NFanforever23: She knows guys, she know the power the fans have!

Y/N: I watched people start campaign and cancelling celebrities, ending their whole life. FAN SUPREMACY IS THE ONLY TRUE POWER!! 🫡

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Y/N Y/L/N: Here is a warning: I'm everywhere and I see all of you... Please keep doing God's work by making memes🤭

1. There is a reason why I chose Ben as Darkling, only one reason: He is the ultimate CEO of puppy eyes... A good way to manipulate people because I fell for it. And Leigh and I fought very hard for them to accept him already.

2. Apart from the fact that he killed innocents, manipulated kids and offered one to the Royal family, used many people and created the Fold alonsgide other War crimes... It seems my job is over *drops the mic and leaves the stage to go and write the New script,crying*

3. Real applause for Alina because I would have folded and accepted immediately.

P.S: Ben is getting ready to defend Darkling in his Insta story while avoiding me... And laying over my lap and making me play with his hair.

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kittheyounger: When exactly are you going to stop sharing memes of us?

Y/N: Never? You should be grateful I'm not sharing every one of your's fetus photos and the ones I took to blackmail you later :)

archierenaux3: Couldn't be me hehe

Y/N: Keep living in your dreams :) @archierenaux3

User7: She is so real for the third slide 🤣

User9: Ben is so babygirl for her I can't-

User3: The way Y/N just terrorizes the entire cast with those childhood photos is too funny to me 😂

User6: That's some Queen behaviour... another day another slay from Y/N 💯

User1: She is known to have a talent for taking photos when no one sees and notices her so... For all we know, she could take photos of us and we still wouldn't know.

User5: And she only annoys the male cast members... 😌🤔I wonder why she doesn't do the same with others?

Y/N: They are my little babies and precious wives, they could do no wrong 🥰

Benbarnes: Talk about favouritism... And I'm her boyfriend.

Y/N: And they are my wives, so? 🤗

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Y/N Y/L/N: Oh, the amount of chaos here... *Sips wine* 🤭🍷

P.S: He came to me crying and asking what was wrong with the fans... I said he was so hot for his own good and now, he refuses to meet my eye because he blushes too much... Sir, you are 41 not 15! Either way, what a cutie 😌🤭

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benbarnes: you promised to not share these!

Y/N: Haven't you learnt nothing is safe with me?

BenandY/N.mommy: I CANT- Y/N IS FEEDING US AND I LIVE FOR IT

User5: Poor Shadow Daddy... Show us more.🫣

User3: The cast once said that Ben blushes the most when Y/N is near or the one who compliments him... My heart can't take it!

User6: I want what they have! ❤️

User3: They both had become so good to each other, especially Y/N... Seeing my baby happy makes me cry tears of joy 🥹

User6: I hope they will get married already! We need little Y/L/N- Barnes in our lives 🥲

User4: When can I get a Y/N or Ben in my life?

User2: And just like that, I'm scared for what's waiting for us and Matthias in SaB season 3...

User1: ıf people doesn't know... Y/N is very good at drama and slicing our hearts and squeezing it painfully with her emotional scenes and talent for shooting those scenes just... Diferrently.

User3: We are doomed... Like girl, who hurt you that much?

Y/N: Trauma, tears, sadness and more trauma are what's waiting for yall probably... Sorry🫣 And I love watching and reading heartwrenching things in general, no one hurt me so don't come at Ben😄😇

benbarnes: Thanks love... Your fans scare me...

User1: Suddenly, ıt's a need to see Kaz and Monopoly together

Y/N: You wouldn't want that... Freddie gets too absorbed in his character and we thought it was a good idea to do this... It didn't turn out well

User5: The way Ben is scared of Y/N's fanbase is very funny... *Evil laugh* Sir, you are dating our girl, millions are after your ass as soon as we see a tear on her pretty face 🙎🔪

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Y/N Y/L/N: This cast had become my everything, all these amazing people changed me in the best way possible and I'm grateful to have met them. I'm known to always share funny things but today, I wanted to show my love and appreciation. I'm thankful for accepting the offer to direct and also take a role in this amazing job. Thank you for inspiring me to be a better version of myself, thank you for changing my life for the better and thank you for trusting me. shadowandbone :)

Thank you for the backstage workers who always gossipped with me and did their very best and made me fangirl at their job

Thank you for convincing me and holding a gun to my temple to accept this job and also writing this amazing book universe @lbardugo 🫡❤️ I'm hoping to talk to you soon again!

But the biggest thank you is for my dear boyfriend @BenBarnes. Thank you for always supporting me and loving me. Thank you for holding me when I needed, trusting me when I didn't and lifting me up with your dad jokes and thank you for being you. I'm the most grateful for you, and that won't change. I love you and your goofy personality even though you ate my last cookie 🥲❤️

Oh and a final note? These people and these pictures? Let the Fold take me :) shadowandbone

shadowandbone: A toast for the best director ever! We are glad to have someone like you! And there is no way out of the Fold :)

User6: The way she always includes everyone, down until the very last person in backstage is... Her heart is so amazing and her soul is so pure🥹

User2: You just know that they all love her so much.. Thank you for accepting and thank you for bringing our dream book to life Y/N 🥹

lbardugo: I wouldn't want anyone except you to this! You have so much potential and I was at ease knowing that the show was in good hands... Love you so much and İ'll eagerly wait for your other projects 🥹🥰 And I'm waiting for that meeting to, love! Just don't forget to spend time with Ben, he sulks like a puppy later 😂

Y/N: Thank you so much... OMG I'm crying at all the sweet messages now but you can be sure I'll spend all my time with him!

amitasuman_: We love you, Y/N! You are the best and thank you for always making sure we were fine and comfortable! Now, I'm off to cry🥹

Jessie_mei_li: Thank you for being you! I wouldn't have gotten a bestfriend like you if you hadn't accept!❤️ Thank you for assembling all of us, Queen of Fantasy!

freddycarter1: and also accidently adopt all of us in some ways...

User5: the whole Shadow and Bone cast looking at their director with heart eyes are making me jdkshdqkvwu🥰💞❤️😍🥺

User4: YEAH, THEY ARE SO LOVELY WITH EACH OTHER! BUT! Have you seen how Ben looks at her? I have been manifesting a man like hım over a decade now...

User1: Do you think she saw that fifth slide on Ben's Insta??

User4: Definetly! I wonder what her reaction was like...

Y/N: I was a Darklina hater my whole life until Jessie and Ben ruined it for me and made me just turn a blind eye... I regret making them shoot that scene but also not.

User2: OMG SHE ANSWERED

User1: she always does, another reason to live, laugh and love Y/N. Hı, Y/N!

Y/N: Hi, love! And btw yes, that video woke something in me... Which payed off iykyk 🤭

User6: when I learnt the whole cast, mainly Ben, was begging her to make a Marauders series is just... Wow... I hope she does that, she is the only one who could pull that!

User1: Remember when she said she would break the Net when the time comes? Might be it, who knows?🤔

User3: She also said she wasn't letting any of the cast go like that and had plans for every one of them... And that they were her slaves and had to do anything she told them lol

User4: People trust her with book adaptation because she always stays loyal to it, while also adding something from herself. It's normal everyone wants her to work on every book adaptation possible

User2: I wonder who she prefers the most: Kaz or Darkling?🤔

User5: Ben is her boyfriend so I think she would say Darkling because he would pout otherwise

User6: But she also said she often giggled and blushed while reading Kaz's point of view and specifically begged Freddy to audition

Y/N: The true question is: Are you a fan of terrifying blue eyes or deep, empty black eyes?

benbarnes: I'm forever lucky and grateful to have met you and be your boyfriend. I can never be proud enough of you since you have a habit of always exceeding yourself. I'll always be by your side through thick and thin, just as you do every day. You are my beautiful and succesfull girlfriend, my rock when I need you, my bestfriend when I need a good laugh and my other half and there is no enough words to explain my feelings but I'll stick to this one: I love you always. liked by Y/N Y/L/N

User1: And that's how you get away with eating a lady's last cookie 😂

User3: I'm not crying ıt's just their love in my eyes that stings 🥹

User5: I swear there is nothing I want more than see them getting married 😭

#shadow and bone imagine #shadow and bone series #shadow and bone cast #shadow and bone #ben barnes x reader #ben barnes imagine #ben barnes x you #instagram au #famous au #famous #celebrity imagine #celebrity reader #celebrity #celebrity au #imagine #reader insert #x reader #fluff

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q-gorgeous · 1 month

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The Fenton-Feel Giver

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word count: 1579

This time, instead of making a weapon to hurt ghosts, the Fentons make a weapon that allows them to “get their feelings back”. Problem is, they already have them, so what happens when you take an already emotional ghost teen and amplify it by 10? @Amabsis

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Danny sat at the kitchen table, tiredly eating cereal while Jazz read a book next to him as she ate her eggs. He held his head in his left hand and he was about to nod off when his parents erupted from the door to the lab.

“Hey, kids! Come look at what we just finished!” His dad bellowed. Danny jumped at the loud sound of his voice.

“It’s too early for this.” He groaned as he and Jazz forcefully followed their parents downstairs into the lab.”

“It’s our newest ghost hunting weapon!” Maddie smiled excitedly.

Danny flinched as his dad brandished his new gun.

“This bad boy will give all these apathetic ectoplasmic post human copies all of their feelings back! They’ll never know what hit them!”

“Dad, how do you really know that ghosts don’t have feelings?” Jazz asked him, looking between Danny and their dad. “You’ve never had a conversation with a ghost. How can you say you know how their minds work?”

“How can any ghost have feelings when they’re terrorizing the city all the time? Surely if they had feelings they would think about their actions and how it might be affecting the people around them.” Maddie said.

“Now you’re just putting your prejudice on them!” Jazz planted her hands on her hips. “Not all ghosts go around terrorizing the city all the time!”

“Also the ghosts just think it’s fun. They don’t care how we feel, even with feelings.”

The three of them looked over at Danny. His eyes widened when he realized they heard his comment.

“See who terrorizes a city for fun?”

“That still doesn’t mean they don’t have feelings!”

Danny rolled his eyes and stood up. This was ridiculous. He didn’t need to sit here and listen to his family argue about something that he knew was false.

“Danny-boy! Where are you going? I haven’t even demonstrated it yet!”

He turned around to face his dad. “I gotta go. I have to-”

He gasped out a breath of cold air. And he inwardly groaned.

“Have to, to- go to the library and check out a book I forgot I needed! It’s about a project on Patrocolos!”

“You’re still learning about that guy?” Jack frowned.

“Long unit.” Danny said as he backed up. “Very important to a lot of different cultures. What a guy.”

“Be back before curfew!” His mom called to him and he turned and dashed his way up the stairs.

When he hit the top he transformed and flew through the roof and scanned the streets around him. Where was the ghost?

“I am the Box Ghost!”

Danny closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, groaning.

“Tremble before me and my boxes of doOoom!”

Danny flew in the direction that the Box Ghost’s voice was coming from. He came into view and he had a swarm of boxes flying around him.

“Hey, Boxy!”

The Box Ghost turned around to face him. “Ah, Phantom! I see you’ve heard my war call! You will face my wrath and get boxed!”

Danny scoffed. “As if. Your wrath is about a centimeter long.”

“You will regret your words, young halfling! My boxes will leave deep cardboard cuts all over your skin! I will-”

Danny sucked the Box Ghost into the thermos as he was talking. He yelled as he got sucked in and the sound was cut off when the beam disappeared. Danny capped the thermos as all the boxes fell into the street.

He heard the screeching of tires below him and looked down. His parent’s van plowed to a stop and they were jumping out.

“There he is, Jack!” His mom pointed at where he floated up in the sky.

“This is the perfect time to test our new weapon, Maddie!”

Danny’s eyes widened. Considering ghosts really did actually have feelings, Danny didn’t know what it would do to him. He didn’t think he wanted to find out either.

They started shooting at him. His dad had the new weapon they showed off at breakfast this morning. His mom had what looked like a regular ectogun.

He dodged as many blasts as he could, but they just kept coming. One flew past him and sent him spinning. He went back right side up but it was too late.

“Haha! Taste the Fenton Feel-giver!”

Danny didn’t have enough time to jump and dodge the blast that his dad shot at him. He put his hands up to block his face when the blast made contact. It sent him hurtling towards the ground. The blast itself didn’t hurt nearly as much as he was expecting but his collision with the ground did and he peeked out from behind his arms to see his dad barely containing his excitement.

Then his mom walked towards him, brandishing her Fenton bazooka and Danny’s heart started racing.

He covered his head and cowered away from her.

“Don’t hurt me, Mom!” He shouted.

“Mom?” Maddie exclaimed.

“I promise I’m not a monster! Don’t hurt me!”

Danny scurried backwards away from her. What was happening to him? His heart was racing and he was starting to hyperventilate.

Maddie lowered her weapon, but she looked unsure about it.

“Jack?” She turned to face him.

“He looks just like a child.” Jack whispered.

“Is he just a child?” Maddie asked him.

Danny looked up at his parents. He could tell by their faces that they weren’t expecting the consequences of actually seeing a ghost’s feelings. That they weren’t expecting him to be so human.

Maddie knelt down to be at eye level with him. She reached a hand forward and Danny fell back trying to get away from it.

“Don’t touch me!”

She pulled her hand back and looked at Jack.

“Phantom, do you remember your human mother?”

He looked at her. How ironic was this. This was some cosmic irony here.

He wasn’t sure what he should do. So he just nodded.

“Did she ever hurt you?”

Ectoblast burns. Bazooka blasts. Kicks to the stomach.

“Not on purpose. But she did.”

Maddie’s felt settled into a sad expression. A tear ran down Danny’s cheek as they stared at each other. She reached towards him to wipe it off but he pulled back and jumped into the air.

“Don’t- don't touch me.”

“Phantom, would you like to come back to our lab with us? We could-”

His heart rate continued to race and his chest rose and fell too quickly with each breath. Scalpels and dissection tables. Samples and tests and inventions and so many other terrifying things were down in that lab. He couldn’t- No. No no no.

He felt his transformation rings appearing. He knew that if he was ever too hurt that he transformed back. If he passed out he’d transform back. He didn’t ever think he’d be too emotionally distressed that it would force him to transform back. He couldn’t. Not here.

He pushed the rings back and they were gone for a moment but they just reappeared a second later.

“Jack, what are those rings? Have you ever seen anything like that before?”

“No I haven’t. What kind of power could that be?”

He couldn’t keep the transformation rings back anymore. They traveled over his body and he watched as his parents confused expressions morphed into ones of horror. The ring passed over his head and he started falling towards the ground.

“Danny?” His mom called in shock.

His dad ran forward and caught Danny in the air before he hit the ground. Danny scrambled to get out of his father’s arms and fell, hitting the ground.

“Don’t touch me!”

“Danny, how is this possible? How did this-”

“You can’t hurt me! Please!”

Maddie faltered and took a step away from him. “We would never hurt you.”

Danny shook his head. “You wanted to. You always talk about how you want to hurt me so badly. About all the nasty horrible things you want to do to me.”

“But we never- if we’d known it was you, we would never have said those things.”

Danny looked her in the eyes. “Even if it wasn’t me, I’m still just a kid. It doesn’t matter if it’s me or not.”

Maddie and Jack looked at each other.

“We’ll make this right.” Jack said. “We’ll get you fixed up and-”

“No! You can’t take it! I don’t need to be fixed!”

“Take what?” Maddie asked.

“My core!”

Maddie’s eyes opened wide. “You have a core?”

“You can’t have it.”

Maddie shook her head. She looked like she wanted to reach out to him and touch him but she kept her hands firmly at her side where she knelt down. “We don’t want your core.”

“We need to reverse the effects that the Fenton Feel-giver had on you.”

“No experiments?” Danny asked. He looked back and forth between his parents.

“No experiments.” Jack said.

Danny was still looking between the two of them. His heart rate was starting to slow.

“You still love me?”

Danny could see the moment his mom’s heart broke. “Of course we do, sweetie.”

Tears welled up in Danny’s eyes and he held out a hand to his mom. She grabbed it and stood up, pulling him with her.

“It’ll be okay. We’ll get you fixed up and then you can tell us how this all happened.”

Danny nodded. He took a deep breath. “You still love me.”

“More than life itself.”

#gorgi writes #danny phantom #danny fenton #jack fenton #maddie fenton #phic phight 2024 #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #phic

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desperate-daydream · 1 year

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💥MCU

little Peter and the Ravagers

I recently discovered Ravagers-family and now you’ll see some brainrot I’m having through this. Here are a few headcanons that I have, especially featuring baby Peter (yes, I’m calling an eight year-old a baby).

Peter - after some time when he starts to trust the crew more and more - starts to be his clingy self and is usually seen either grabbing someones hand/ jacket/pants or being carried around on their backs/shoulders. They argue doing so because it’s practical to not loose the little Terran that can get in trouble and hurt either him or others easily, even when it’s often Peter who initates the rides by just climbing up his newest victim. After some time it becomes routine for them and - even though they would never admit it - they grow fond of the wild and clingy Terran who seems so mesmerized by everything he sees and is allowed to try out.

addition: Peter was just a child when they got him from earth. The emotional effect of losing his mom - the person he loved the most -, the easily overcoming exhaustion that kids can get after a day and his body as well as mind needing to get used to his new suroundings lead to him being tired quickly and eventually falling asleep. When that happens one of them - usually Yondu, Kraglin, Yullk or Oblo - picks him up rather carefully to carry him around until he wakes up or they can put him into bed.

Peter is a wild and loud boy. When he gets a tiny bit older and more comfortable he starts running, jumping and dancing around the ship setting everyone else into a state of terror that the little Terran could dash around a corner at any moment with no care about them, crazy moves and a high singing voice. And it’s even worse for them - or that’s what they say at least - when he tries to get them to join his dancing and singing. He got almost everyone he asked to do it except Yondu who just gave him the usual look of don’t you even dare everytime he tried. But when he was sure no one was looking he sometimes allowed himself to move his leg, hand or head to the rythm (Kraglin actually saw it from time to time but swore for his own safety to never mention it).

speaking of Kraglin, he somehow becomes something like a brother to Peter. Some think it’s because he looks a bit like a Terran too or because he’s one of the seemingly youngest crew members or because he is in the closer circle of their captain and therefore also Peter who hovers around Yondu a lot - but they never know. So for whatever reason, Peter elected him as one of his most trusted people on the ship and much to the other’s dismay he also becomes Peter’s partner in crime. They pull a lot of pranks that more often than not also happen to be dangerous for themself too - especially considering the not very happy reactions of the other members on the ship. Yondu sometimes scolds them a bit but usually he views it as not his problem but rather something that his men have to work out themself (he also can’t get himself to properly punish the little Terran so he decides to not even try it and get suspicion).

here comes a headcanon of mine (actually it’s confirmed and canon in the comics) that Peter’s bisexual. He didn’t have the full impact of earth’s shitty society regarding that topic but there was still much he had already experienced which had made clear to him that liking other boys was something he wasn’t allowed to do - like his classmates laughing at the two boys who held hands or his uncle scoffing at the young couple in the grocery store. So when he is a teenager and first grasps the reality of what he’s feeling (and what he’d basically known for much longer when he thinks about it) he tries to ignore it, surpress it and never ever mention it because if it’s seen that bad at earth how bad is it in space. He doesn’t know how this group of aggresive out-laws that became his fairly chaotic family react to something like this. He’s scared at first, stops dancing and singing so much because it might be suspicious when he thinks about it, but that’s when he also starts paying more attention to the others. And he sees Kraglin flirting with literally everyone in that club they are crashing at and those two Ravagers that are clearly more than he’d thought when he hadn’t looked at them that observanlty before. He calms down when he gets more and more clues that they in fact don’t give a shit about that topic. He still isn’t sure if it’s just at the Ravagers like that or if actually most of space is more open than earth. However he eventually starts letting lose again, dances and sings, makes comments and also flirts with who he wants.

#ravagers as family #ravager #peter quill #young peter quill #yondu udonta #kraglin #kraglin obfonteri #oblo #tullk #guardians of the galaxy #marvel #bisexual peter quill #headcanons

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troglobite · 1 year

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OHHHH ASDLKFMASDFY CUKGINF ASDLKFJLURAGLKJDFJ

more abt the shows i'm watching ONCE AGAIN please do not judge me for the shows i watch

okay ted lasso spoilers for the newest episode

OH MY FUCKING GOD I FUCKING KNEW IT I KNEW KEELEY AND JACK WERE GONNA GET TOGETHER IN SOME WAY AHHHHHH I LITERALLY SCREAMED AND FIST PUMPED IN THE AIR AND STARTED HYPERVENTILATING HOLY FUCKING SHIT ALSDKJFA LSDFHLASDFHLAKSDJF;AOSDFHLIAUSDFKLASJD FLK

okay also

TRENT HAD A FUCKING RAINBOW MUG IN THE OPENING SCENES

AND HE WAS HOLDING IT WHILE TALKING TO THE COACHING TEAM AND HIGGINS

AND THEN ROY WENT ON HIS GIANT RAGE BIT ABOUT WHAT YOU DO TO BULLIES

AND THEN TRENT OUT OF SHOCK AND TERROR DROPPED THE RAINBOW MUG

i mean it was frustratingly not a PERFECT gay rainbow, but it WAS a rainbow and it said IT'S THE RIGHT THING TO DO

WHAT IS THE RIGHT THING TO DO, POSSIBLY GAY TRENT MUG, PLEASE ENLIGHTEN ME

also the looks at colin when ted mentions shame

colin talking about musicals and the others joining in

colin refusing to partake in saying that anastasia is beautiful

trent walking around with higgins just for some reason i'm like !!!!! OKAY!!!! PART OF THE TEAM/FAMILY!!!!

also i am VERY COMPELLED abt rebecca's journey

i KNEW her main closing journey was going to be abt becoming a mom

and now it's not possible for her to carry or conceive HOWEVER!!! GUESS WHO HAS A FRESH BABY!!!

BEX

do it, rebecca. DO IT. GET HER TO DIVORCE RUPERT, SELL HER SHARES OF THE CLUB, AND CO-PARENT THAT LITTLE BABY, DIANE!!!!!

also compelling that the green matchbook and shite in nining armor were about past relationships, not abt the "RIGHT" one!

it's reflective!

and it's moving BACKWARDS.

which makes me think--

further backwards yet again is BEX

so raise her baby with her!!!!

okay once again i would like to FUCKING SCREAM ABOUT KEELEY AND JACK GETTING TOGETHER FUCK YES!!!!!!!!!!

I KNEW FROM THE SECOND THAT SHE WAS INTRODUCED WITH A "MAN'S" NAME AS A BAIT AND SWITCH

AND THEN WITH KEELEY IN THE TOILETS

AND THEN THEY LOOKED AT EACH OTHER AT THE BAR DURING THE GAME

i am.

EXPERIENCING HAPPY QUEER FEELINGS

THANK FUCKING CHRIST

I'M SO FUCKING THRILLED

KEELEY CONFIRMED BISEXUAL!!!!

JACK CONFIRMED BISEXUAL OR FORMERLY-DATED-MEN-LESBIAN!!!!!

i guess technically the same for keeley as well! but it seemed like she really loved and was very much into jamie and roy, so i'm definitely on Team Bisexual over here.

okay anyway

HINTS OF TRENT

that sleeve roll and his little bracelets so fucking gay, my dude, especially WITH THAT FUCKING MUG

and then jamie and roy still committed to working hard together i am LOOKING. WITH INTRIGUE.

okay that was a fascinating episode.

i also i called it as SOON as ted got that text abt henry that HENRY was the one who bullied the other kid.

i was anticipating MORE abt that storyline, but apparently it was just to show how far ted's come in terms of managing his anxiety and his panic attacks, which like, okay, sure. i appreciate them showing henry learning from his mistakes and trying to do better. that's lovely.

i WAS anticipating more. i was anticipating henry to have participated in like homophobic bullying or something. bc tbh we still don't know what he did. to some kid named doug. we didn't really learn anything. and i am INTRIGUED by that lack of detail.

anyway.

also yay for nate! i didn't actually expect him to end up dating restaurant girl--what the fuck is her name again? i legitimately forget even though i JUST watched the episode, which is genuinely hilarious considering her bit abt not remembering nate's name, etc.--but it actually kind of. makes sense.

nate does need someone who can keep him in check--but also they sort of know each other, and the restaurant is special to him. it's not like they have NO history, or their only history is her being rude to him.

quite frankly she's like the classic "be mean to the person you like" bullshit from childhood.

which is funny considering nate's like. behavior and modus operandi.

ANYWAY. i hope that gets more compelling and interesting, but yeah they've both been rude to each other and it's. interesting.

it's a good ego check for him.

and it was really nice for him to be able to recount all the good things that've happened to him! the fact that he ENDED that sentence w talking abt being promoted at richmond! that's really nice.

i don't have incredibly strong feelings abt him but i find the story is being handled p well.

nuance and critiques abound for various parts of the show, including nate and his storyline.

BUT.

that was. a really fucking good episode.

also bye zava! lol

i was really fucking worried that he was gonna out someone or say something shitty abt richmond, but truly, he's a self-important wishy-washy dickhead, but he's not a cruel person. and i appreciate that! very interesting character, v fun for the time he was there.

and unfortunately i can understand exactly how dani ends up hero-worshipping him. lol he speaks exactly the kind of language that dani would find super compelling. lol

anyway holy SHIT there are still seven episodes left AHHHHHH FUCK!!!!!!!

this was a good episode and FUUUUUUCK MEEEEEEEE KEELEY AND JACK ARE TOGETHER!!!!! well, they're fucking. who knows what any of it means. BUT FUCK YEAH!!!!! CONFIRMED BISEXUAL KEELEY!!!!!! FUCASDJFLKA SKLFJHAELIUAHDLSFHAILS EFJADSKFLJ

no. fuck. wait.

the next episode title and summary:

sunflowers

a friendly match takes the team to amsterdam, where one night out unlocks truths for many.

for MANY?!

HOW FUCKING MANY?!!

[SWEATS IN STRESSED OUT LESBIAN]

FUCK!!!!! AIDJ GKADHGCKAEHRLFGKADHKJGHCF ADLDHFKJFSD LKFJAD LFKJ DSOH FMADFYASD LFAJDLFKJASFLJ

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stolensiren · 2 years

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sucker punches // mateo & cass

TIMING: current PARTIES: @fearhims3lf & @stolensiren SUMMARY: cass runs into a drunken mateo while he's out causing trouble. like any good hero, she steps in to do her part. CONTENT: alcohol use

Sometimes, Mateo had learned, love was letting go. While the sentiment was meant to be something to help ease the pain, it only brought in more waves. Sharpened words like icicles pierced his heart and left him with nothing but the cold. A cold that matched the shoulder his father gave him. He shivered against the breeze, realizing the sensation was real, and the cool fall night did little to sober him. Vida had wanted him to stay home, but he needed to sate the needs of himself and the demon strapped to his back.

Traveling from bar to bar, Mateo felt his legs wanting to fail. Every step like a clock letting him know that time was still going. And he was ticking. Had a two ton weight resting in his heart, but he wasn’t ever one to give up so easily. Especially when his anger and grief fueled him. He had to find that something that would make either his father take everything back, or make the grief dissipate into a nothing akin to how he felt. Mateo was determined to find it, and as he walked, he had thoughts of turning around and going home. Going back to Vida and Luz the way his girlfriend likely would have wanted. In a drunken state though, it was rare that the more positive outlook won, so he trudged forward.

Screams filled with despair and outright terror echoed and replayed over and over again. It was music to Mateo’s ears and he chuckled as the newest screamer joined the orchestra. He had been so distracted that hadn’t even realized he was the cause of the chaos until he was inhaling another man’s breath and looking into his eyes with his glowing red hues. Reality snapped harshly and he pushed the stranger away, letting him scream as he moved on to find another victim with a swig of a bottle of tequila he stole from the bar.

Running towards the sound of screams instead of away from them was a hard habit to break once you’d gotten into it. Years ago, when she was a kid living on the streets and looking out only for herself, the concept of it would have made Cass snort, would have brought forth an intense disbelief. Running towards trouble was for people who didn’t have enough of it on their own, she’d figured. But… There was something kind of addicting about it now. Burying herself in other people’s problems let her take a break from her own, let her avoid the memory of Sloane’s face when her mom’s shop came apart or the way Shannon had looked crushed beneath it all. Distraction was good, sometimes.

And there was no better distraction than this.

It wasn’t hard to find the source of it all. A man was screaming, the sound echoing through the streets, and another man was standing over him with glowing red eyes and a bottle clutched in his hand. The eyes, Cass realized, were familiar. They looked like Marley’s, enough so that Cass had a sinking feeling she knew exactly what the man was doing. She’d never seen Marley feed, but the other woman had told her what it entailed. And it was clear that the man he’d fed off of was in a state of terror, still screaming even as he was shoved away.

Cass really couldn’t let that slide.

She moved quickly, planting herself in the mara’s path and holding out a hand to stop him. “Look, I get that you’re hungry or whatever, but you can’t just do that to people. It’s not right.”

Mateo didn’t quite listen to what Cass was saying, seeing only a fresh victim that would fall prey to his nature. He was the darkness in every corner, the monster under the bed, a beast on the prowl. “Shut up.” He slurred, grabbing onto Cass’s shoulder to keep her in place as his eyes met hers. The laugh that escaped him was involuntary, a natural response to feeling the nightmare begin with the red plumes he adored so. They engulfed the two in the crimson haze, wrapping around Mateo’s neck seductively and lethally around Cass’s.

The man before the young woman turned into a manifestation of septic jaws and putrid flesh. It grew in size and rotted into a state of decay not many should witness, stretching and ripping the delicate skin. Mateo felt himself turn into an ungodly formless creature that bleated fear and dripped with acrid blood that didn’t drip. It plopped onto the floor in black clots from every new festering gash as the monster continued to grow. The flesh broke apart and healed, over and over again, repeating the process as murky whispers filled the ominous red space that Mateo had created for Cass. All there was left to do was wait for the delicious scream, and then it was onto the next.

Fingers gripped her shoulder, holding her still as the mara set his sights on her, and Cass… in all honesty, Cass wasn’t sure what to do with this. She’d come across plenty of supernatural creatures in White Crest, was a supernatural creature herself even if she sometimes didn’t feel like one, but it was rare for her to… fall victim to them like this. Sure, she’d fought a few of the less humanoid monsters without much trouble, had taken on hedgehounds and bat creatures and come out on top, but this was different. This was more like the hunter in the motel room, or Jackrabbit in the woods, or Shannon in her shop. This was a person, and Cass didn’t want to hurt him.

Unfortunately, it didn’t seem like they were entirely on the same page there.

The world shifted around her, the man turning into a monster. (Or maybe he’d always been one. The thought was one she tried to push away, but it was hard not to think it all the same.) Everything was closing in on her, that hand still on her shoulders, that fear crawling up her spine. He wanted her to be afraid, and she was. Terror clawed at her throat like a living thing trying to get out, an animal terrified of the trap it was caught up in. A small sound escaped from the back of her throat; not a scream, not yet, but the beginnings of one. With Metzli’s lessons shooting to the forefront of her mind, she clenched her fist and swung it hard in an upwards motion, hoping to catch the mara on the chin and throw him off her.

The corners of Mateo’s mouth curled maliciously, celebrating prematurely at the scream he was so sure he was going to get. But of course, Cass had a different plan, and he was sent backwards onto his ass, effectively smashing the bottle with the impact. “Pinche cabrona…” He muttered, the words slurred not just from the alcohol, but from the swollen tongue he got from biting down thanks to the punch. It was a hell of a punch, but that did little to his actual body. For all intents and purposes, it was mostly his ego that was injured in the process. She’d made a fool out of him and he was miffed he’d hurt his own self. Filled with anger, he attempted to stand and swing, missing Cass entirely. Again, Mateo found himself on the ground. “Fuck you, pendeja. I wasn’t doin’ nothin’ but eatin’ like ya said.”

For a few moments, all the mara could do was lay there so he could bandage what was left of his dignity. There wasn’t much, but Mateo needed to salvage every little piece as if his name still meant something. It had to, but that was taken away without so much as a second thought. He was given up so easily, and he didn’t know what to do with that. He didn’t know what he was without his family and everything they taught him to be. Still, he got up and tried, baring his glowing eyes at Cass. “I’ll beat the shit outta you if you don’t leave. Ándale cabrona. Leave.”

The relief that came with the distance between Cass and the mara was immediate and overwhelming. The fear that had been clawing at her throat began to subside, the pounding of her heart slowed just a little. The adrenaline was still there, of course, but with the source cut off, that would die down, too. And there was a sense of pride on top of it, a quiet satisfaction that she’d taken a swing and hit something, hard enough to knock a grown man off his feet. She’d brag to Metzli about it later. But for now, a righteous anger burned in her chest, and she glared at the man on the ground. “That excuse might work if you were starving, but I literally just saw you feed off someone else. And there are better ways to do it. I know there are.” Marley had never done anything like this, as far as Cass knew. When people like this used what they were as an excuse to hurt people, it made things so much harder for everyone like them who were only trying to live their lives in peace. It gave hunters like the one who’d attacked Cass just for existing a way to claim that they were right for doing what they did.

The siren crossed her arms over her chest, glaring daggers at the man. She was sure she hardly looked like a threat, but she knew she couldn’t leave. Not when doing so would doom someone else to the fate she’d only narrowly escaped herself. “You don’t look like you could beat the shit out of anybody right now.” He was clearly drunk, and even with his extra abilities, she liked her chances. Cass had a few tricks up her sleeve, too, after all. “I’ll go home if you do, asshole. I’m not leaving so you can terrorize the streets.”

Mateo glared at the stranger, too annoyed to listen to reason. But really, he wasn’t much of a listener anyway, and he rarely let an opportunity to be an asshole go. “Oh, I’m starving, pendeja.” Starving to be exactly what he was. He took a single step forward and growled quietly, just about ready to tackle Cass and get a real fight started. She looked about his little sister’s age. Yoli could fight though. Maybe the young woman could too, but Mateo didn’t have the whole picture. She got one good punch in, sure, but everyone in the Lara family had known how to fight since they were kids. They learned to feed off of people and if anything went awry, their fists could finish the job. Which was exactly what Mateo set out to do. Just like he was taught. The Lara way.

“¿Sabes que?” He began in a slur, “I’m not going home. I’m a fucking mara, babosa. Don’t take shit from no one and do what I do ‘cause I’m fucking fear.” Mateo took a step forward, towering over the woman with a sneer. His fists curled tightly, and he lunged forward, setting out to get her to the ground and finally get the scream he felt he was owed. “You are real fucking annoying, you know that?” With a force, Mateo pinned Cass down by the shoulders and attempted to get her to look him in the eyes. “He’s gonna be wrong! He’s gonna—” Cass wouldn’t look. It seemed like she knew better, and he hated that. Once again, he was failing. Once again, he added another reason why his father had every right to give him up.

“Fuck you.” Mateo rolled off of Cass and felt his heart begin to pick up in pace, even faster than it was from the physical exertion. He pulled his knees to his chest that tightened unbearably, and his eyes welled with tears he had been holding back. Failure was written over his body, and he could do nothing but sit there.

Cass didn’t actually know how much or how frequently maras needed to eat. Despite the close relationship she’d had with Marley, she was hardly an expert on the species. She knew the basics, knew what Marley had been like, but she didn’t know much more. Still, she had a feeling the one in front of her now was exaggerating just a little. She’d seen starving. She’d been starving. She knew how it made you act, what it made you do. This behavior wasn’t something that could be excused with that. There was a cruelty to what he was doing, and Cass was familiar with that, too. She’d seen it a thousand times. It usually came from a place of pain, because most things did. But there was nothing on Earth more dangerous than a person who was hurting.

“You’re a fucking asshole is what you are,” she snapped back, not faltering as he moved closer. He was fear, he said, but Cass wasn’t afraid anymore. She was just… kind of pissed off now. The anger didn’t fade as he tackled her to the ground, even as she turned her head to avoid getting caught up in his gaze again. He wanted to scare her. Lots of people did. Cass had gotten pretty good at refusing to let them. “I get that a lot,” she replied, like it was a conversation and not a fight. She figured reacting like that would make him angrier, and she was fine with that. She wanted that. Fuck this guy.

He rolled off her then, looking more miserable than he had a moment before. Between that and his earlier insistence that someone was ‘going to be wrong,’ she figured there was more going on here than met the eye. Sympathy tugged at her gut, but not nearly as intensely as it might have had he not attacked her and the man from before. She stood, dusting herself off and continuing to glare at the man. “Whatever you’re trying to do here,” she said, “it isn’t going to make you feel any better. This thing you’ve got going on, this idea that you’re allowed to hurt other people because you’re hurting? It’s bullshit. It’s not going to help anybody. Not even you.”

“I know I am! That’s all I am!” Mateo spat back, “You take one good fucking look at me. Que chingona eres, but you don’t get shit!” He hissed with his whole body, faking Cass out with a flash of a lunge. There was little more he could do than just sit there waiting to see what would happen next. He was too drunk to fight, and he was too panicked to really care how that made him look. Being the strong one for so long for his family, Mateo didn’t really know how else to be. Raising a family took a village, and he’d been the village his whole life. What was the point of being strong and powerful and wealthy if he wasn’t giving it to them?

“Just leave me alone. You’re not gonna get it and I ain’t explaining shit.” At that point, all Mateo wanted to do was go home and plop himself down on the couch. Maybe crawl shamefully into bed with Vida, but he wouldn’t dare let Luz see him in that state. He couldn’t risk that if she ended up in their bed. “I’m done anyway. Wasn’t even that fun.”

He was obviously beyond drunk. Cass had never been entirely comfortable with anyone at this level of intoxication, less so when the person in question was as… confrontational as this one was being now. Still, she refused to let him see her discomfort, refused to let that fear come back. The people she loved were so brave. Any of them would have known what to do here far better than Cass did. Metzli, Marina, Levi, Correy… even Teddy would probably be a better fit here, as much as Cass hated to admit it. Because Cass? She just felt lost. She didn’t know how to react. She didn’t know if she was supposed to kick this guy’s ass or buy him a sandwich.

Some hero.

“You don’t know me well enough to know what I would or wouldn’t get,” she replied, refusing to walk away. She wasn’t really afraid of him anymore; thanks to Metzli, she knew she could kick a drunk guy’s ass if she needed to. This one could barely stand on his own. So long as she didn’t let that fear gaze get her again, she’d be fine. “And it’s not — It shouldn’t be fun. Hurting people shouldn’t be fun.”

“Yeah well, you ain’t a mara and you ain’t my family, so I know damn well you wouldn’t get it.” Mateo rolled his eyes and played with the shadows next to him. The cold void was soothing, and he used it to ground himself enough to get his heart rate back to normal. Maybe it wasn’t the warmth of his mother’s hugs, or the soothing thrum of his father’s voice, but it was a constant that had been with him as long as they had been. Better yet, it couldn’t abandon him and it would always understand because it was as dark as him.

“See what I mean?” Mateo shook his head and sighed, “Scaring people is fun. It feels good and,” He patted his stomach, promptly flipping Cass off in the process, “Keeps me fed. Kept my family fed too, but that’s fuck all, chale?” Thirty years and it all meant nothing. He grumbled a few indiscernible things after that, sighing soon after. To put it simply, Mateo was defeated.

Maybe he was right. There were some things Cass could never understand. Being a siren was different than being a mara or a vampire or a zombie. She didn’t have to hurt people to live, didn’t have to eat anything more than the human food she’d grown up with. But… there was more to it than that, too. If this guy’s problem was with his family, the way it sounded like it was? Cass could never hope to relate to that, either. She thought of Sloane, of the grief reflected in her expression when her mother died. She thought of this man, of the way he was curled in the street. Family could rip you to pieces sometimes. Cass had seen that. She’d still give anything to know hers.

“Maybe that’s your problem,” she snapped, angry for reasons that had little to do with him now. “You can’t decide if you’re doing this because you have to or because it’s fun. And there’s a really, really big difference between those two things. When you start doing shit because you feel like doing it and telling everyone it’s because you have no choice, that’s what makes you a dick.” She was being a little too harsh, and she knew it. She was also being a little hypocritical, given how much she was willing to forgive when it was Levi or Marina or someone she loved doing something like this. But the fear he’d forced into her earlier was still lurking, and the anger and childish jealousy about the fact that he had a family to have issues with at all were overpowering. “Just — Just get the hell out of here. Go home and sleep off… whatever this is. And maybe you’ll be less of an asshole in the morning.”

“Fuck you, bitch. I’m doing it because I have to and I enjoy it.” Mateo stood up then, leaning on the wall for support. He continued to sway under the influence of alcohol, but he had a little more control than he would standing alone. “That’s what makes me a dick. I like what I have to do, and somehow that’s a problem.” Throw a little money in and all Mateo had to do was exist. He was paid to be himself, and that made him proud up until his father disowned him.

Feeling a bout of childish vigor himself, Mateo mocked Cass before finally speaking normally. “How ‘bout you go home? Isn’t it past your bedtime?” His own comment made his heart squeeze, realizing he didn’t even sing Luz’s goodnight song before heading out. And now, he couldn’t even go back to the only place that felt like home. Not in his condition, at least. Mateo supposed that was probably fine though. Vida and Luz didn’t need to see him so broken and drunk. He’d likely just go back to his apartment, or maybe just sit there on the pavement. “Just leave me alone. I’m over this.”

This guy was really starting to get on her nerves. Cass had never responded well to things like this, never been entirely comfortable with people raising their voice or insulting her. Another foster care quirk. Grow up around enough people like that and you tended to fall into fight or flight mode at the smallest provocation. And right now, Cass was fully in fight. There’d be no flight, not when she was pretty sure that was what this guy wanted, not when leaving might mean he attacked the next vulnerable person who came along.

“Stop talking,” she said harshly, and the enthrallment she put behind the words wasn’t as accidental as it normally might be. She had no idea if it would even work on a mara, but she knew she was sick of listening to him. “Sit back down, before you fall over and crack your stupid head open on the stupid sidewalk. You wanna be left alone? Then stop acting like some asshole who needs to be babysat just to make sure he doesn’t kill somebody for walking down the street a little too close. I’ll leave you alone when I’m sure you’re not going to hurt anybody, and you’re doing a really, really shitty job at convincing me you’re even capable of that.”

“Okay.” Without any fight, Mateo pressed his lips together in a thin line and sat down with widened eyes. He had little to no grace, stumbling into a seated position after tearing his leather jacket on the brick wall. That didn’t really matter though. Mateo’s attention was fully on Cass. He couldn’t even question it if he wanted to. There was nothing else to want but to wait and listen for whatever else Cass had to say. He clung onto every word, nodding vehemently to anything and everything she said. It wasn’t until she was done that he even dared open his mouth.

“Okay. Whatever you say.” Mateo once again agreed with a drone to his voice. His eyes were vacant, blinking slowly and revealing no malice as they had been just a minute ago. Why would he anyway? Cass’s voice was all he wanted to hear. There was no use ruining the sound of the area by speaking.

The enthrallment took hold so quickly and so completely that a rush of guilt flooded into her chest, an acidic taste crawling up the back of her throat. This never felt as good as she hoped it would. She never felt happy about it, never felt like she was doing anything decent. But… it was necessary, sometimes. The mara was angry and unruly and he’d been hurting people. He’d hurt the man who had long since run screaming from the streets. He’d tried to hurt her, too. And he liked it. There were so few ways to stop people like that.

(The memory of that hunter in that motel room rushed back to her so quickly she could almost feel the tacky sensation of his blood on her hands. She pushed it away. That wasn’t going to happen again. That was never going to happen again.)

Cass looked down at the docile mara, unsure how to proceed now. Any enthrallment she put him under would wear off sooner rather than later, she knew. The alcohol might make it cling to him a little longer, but not forever. She told herself that was a good thing, anyway, that she’d never want to be the sort of person who did something like that in a way that stuck even if it would be more convenient. Clearing her throat, she shifted uncertainly. “Go home,” she said, a little softer. “Sleep this off. Drink some water, and eat some crackers.” Maybe things would be better in the morning. Maybe sobriety would make him less… this.

“Home,” Mateo parroted the word back to Cass, accepting the command with no resistance. Nodding languidly, he shuffled to his feet, muttering the rest of the commands, as if to secure them in his mind. It wasn’t normal for him to listen so intently, let alone do as he was told, but he found himself wanting and wishing Cass would speak more. Her voice felt so natural to listen to, and every order was something Mateo wanted to do for her. Happily. At the moment, at least. He’d be angry in the morning, or rather, the afternoon when he’d finally get up. That was a problem for the next day though. His focus was on what he needed to do for Cass.

Without another word to her, Mateo departed toward home. Vida’s house wasn’t too far away, and that would be the reason he’d give himself for calling it home, but there were layers to that decision he wasn’t ready to face. Amongst the many other things. For the time being, Mateo would deem it fine. It had to be. He didn’t know of another way to process. Because of this, that night would likely not be the last time him and Cass crossed paths.

Cass watched him go with a lump in her throat. She was confident that he’d go home — the command had taken hold pretty firmly in his mind, cemented itself there with little resistance. And it wasn’t as if she’d made him do anything bad. In his state, he was better off at home with a bottle of water and a sleeve of crackers, anyway. Part of her wished she’d instructed him to take a Tylonel or something, but… Well, he did kind of deserve the hangover he had coming.

She kept an eye on him until his figure was a speck in the darkness, sighing to herself as she finally turned away. If nothing else, she’d made tonight a little better. For the people he might have hurt had he been allowed to stay out, and maybe for him, too. As she started in the opposite direction, she pretended it felt decent instead of shitty.

#fearhims3lf #mateo: sucker punches #alcohol tw

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raethethey · 8 months

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home.

im homesick for a home i know not. my nights are spent dreaming of a land ill never know to escape a life thats gripping me too hard. i feel like im drowning but theres no water. too much oxygen fills my lungs. it burns.

sleep rarely soothes. when it does its interrupted by terrors. flashes i dont remember, just feelings. this home i crave has never fully known me. it claws at my peripheral. taunts me. warm hugs, full bellies. i got those. silent nights arent foreign. but the splashes of screams, the sting of punishment, the smell of what i only now know to be alcohol on the breath, even mild, chained that home just out of my reach. the hole in the wall haunts me. strangers invading my home to ask my too young brain abt what the walls who have ears hear, but wont tell. witnessing bile upon those same walls fills my nose with the memory of the stench. have you ever seen someone bleed from their pores? i have. i was 9. maybe 12. my brain protects me only as much as it can.

but i miss home. i miss those meals slightly burnt. sneaking a cookie before dinner. sauntering down to the basement for movie nights. ignoring the voices that travel up the stairs long after us wee ones went to bed. flipping the pillow over to forget the wetness that stained the case, my cheeks. waking up knowing we all heard it but will never discuss it.

i miss home. watching my dad play video games for hours. listening to my mom hum as she cleans the kitchen. feeling the rough carpet as cartoons play on the old box tv. i dont let my eyes wander to the wall at the bottom of the stairs. i know whats there. its an old dent. i dont imagine the night the front door was ripped open and footsteps stomped after the breeze threatening to come in. she came back. we're fine. for tonight.

i miss home. the covers are warm from their run in the dryer. my homework is done. my sister's fingers turn the page of a book. mine follow soon after. its quiet. i turn my music up when their door slams. the hushed hisses dont reach our room but the beats in my ears and the fantasy in my hands help to drown them out anyway. we all gather for a bedtime story in the end. tomorrow will come.

i miss home. a home i never actually got. a home my brain conjures up for me on the nights the blankets are cold. on the nights my heart feels numb and beatless.

i miss my dad. his hugs are still warm. his heartbeat is still my favourite sound in the world. i miss my mom. she still whistles quietly when she cleans. i see myself in her the most.

i miss my dad. hes visiting his girlfriend in one of the Las' out west.

i miss my mom. shes sleeping soundly next to a man who never witnessed our first steps. he has dogs though, those are cute.

i miss my parents. they were mine. they made me who i am. ill always love them.

my parents dont miss each other. dad still aches. mom feels free.

my parents still talk. its not abt dinner plans. its abt holiday plans. who gets whom, when this year. we're all in our 20s. it seems childish.

ive forgotten how to communicate. havent talked to dad since two nights ago. it was abt his own dads fight i unfortunately witnessed with his new wife. havent talked to mom in weeks. apparently my sister needed help with an application. shes sleeping in the room next to mine right now. my brother has a serious girlfriend. i feel like a kid when i contact him. ik nothing of the future he'll have. my older sister has a job lined up shes wanted for years in the line of work she has. idk what her title has been for any of them. i have a partner right now. idk what their major in school is. my best friend got married. i havent seen or talked to her since the wedding.

my other best friend, my newest one, who has only ever known me as rae, is the only one privy to my recent thoughts. those that plague my mind day and night that i hide behind a smile. hes the one i called at 4am when i felt myself slipping. hes the arm that grabbed me from that metaphorical ledge. i cant lose him. im scared though. if these thoughts are what will make him leave. if i tell him.

the last one left without a goodbye. it hurts seeing her social media. shes still happy while i cry when i think abt her. abt what i lost. bc of distance i tell myself.

i miss home. i miss naivety. innocence. freedom from responsibility.

its 7am right now. i miss home. home holds me at arms length. when will i reach it? will i reach it? do i have enough strength to even try?

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Don't Touch Him! (S.T)

Don't Touch Him! (Pt. 1) **********************************************************************

Summary: Dustin doesn't want people bad-mouthing Eddie. He's tired of it, because Eddie's a nice guy. It only takes one chance encounter with Jason to last forever, though.

Warnings: Bullying; name-calling; protective Eddie; Protective Steve; hurt Dustin; feelings of being sad; feelings of guilt; Upside Down/Demobats trauma mentioned/talked about??

Third Person POV

Dustin Henderson had a lot of friends, he liked to think. He had Babysitter Steve, Mad Max, Lucas, El, Mike, Nancy,. Robin, Will, Erica, Chrissy, and Eddie. It was a pretty big group, and he loved them. He was in Hellfire, a D&D club at school, too. Eddie was the DM, and Dustin loved it that way. Eddie had a way of telling stories, making them seem more interesting than they were.

Unfortunately, not everyone was as accepting as Dustin and Hellfire were. They said things, things that made Dustin mad: he was worshipping the Devil, he was corrupting kids, he'd tried to kidnap people, he cursed them...and that he'd tried to kill Chrissy Cunningham. That was the newest rumor, and it was killing Eddie. He'd tried explaining to the cops, when they caught him (before Hopper came back) that he hadn't touched her, and she had even agreed, telling them about her situation and why she was buying drugs from him in the first place.

Not that they believed either teen.

Now, back at school, Dustin was ready to explode. People still whispered in the halls, not caring if Eddie was within earshot anymore or not. And it was pissing Dustin off. He wanted to punch every single one of them and make them realize how sweet Eddie was.

Eddie, of course, was adamant that Dustin not do anything. "I can handle myself, kid." He told him one day during their movie night. "They don't scare me anymore. I mean, I've seen bad shit, but they're human, at least." He'd laughed, and Dustin had tried to laugh, too, hoping it didn't come out too forced. But he snapped today.

Dustin had woken up almost an hour late after his alarm, had broken one of his shells that he kept on the window from the time Eddie, Steve, Nancy, Robin, and Chrissy had gone to Myrtle Beach. It was one of his favorites: a pretty, twisted "Astraea heliotropium" shell. Then, above all, he'd been trying to shove his shoes on and his foot slid, kicking his table, and his figurine for D7D had fallen and shattered on the ground. Then his mom yelled at him for getting up late--the list could go on, but it was not Dustin's day today, unluckily for Jason Carver.

Jason Carver, as usual, was spouting bullshit about "Eddie did this," "Eddie did that," and his other jock friends were laughing and saying more things. Dustin swore to Eddie that he wouldn't retaliate, but it all went out the window when he heard Jason ask his friend, Andy, "Did you know he almost killed that Mayfield girl? I guess he really liked her, he asked her out, she said no, so he tried to kill her." Dustin turned, eyes like shards of ice. "What did you just say?" He snarled.

"Did I say something bad?" Jason mocked, glaring at Dustin, who was slowly moving closer to said jock. "Eddie didn't hurt Max." Dustin snapped, and Jason raised his hands in mock terror. "Oh, no, my bad! Little freak doesn't want me talking about that fag--" Dustin really doesn't remember swinging. He just felt rage, hot and incontrollable, in his chest, and then he moved, quickly, and Jason was groaning, holding his bloody nose. Dustin blinked, taken aback, and Jason stood, tall and menacing, glaring at Dustin. "You're lucky we're in school, you fat fuck." He spit, stalking off, with Andy glaring at him the whole time. Dustin felt sick. He'd just antagonized the guy who had no problem shoving a gun in Lucas's face or tormenting Nancy when they'd gotten the guns from War Zone. And now, just maybe, he'd use a gun on Dustin next, and that sent cold spikes down his spine, making him shudder.

Of course, nothing happened...until Friday.

Dustin threw the trash in the can, turning to his house, when he was grabbed. Squawking, he flailed his arms, freezing when the cold barrel of a revolver, Jason's gun, poked the back of his neck. He stood still as Jason whispered, "Come with me, slowly." He had no choice. He had to go. Jason was going to kill him.

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beelsnack · 4 years

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Henlo!!! Just wanted to request MC getting surprised by the demon bros in the human realm! The bros miss MC a lot so they just surprise them and hang out for a bit :) it can be HCs! Thank you and I love ya work ❤️

Henlo!! Get ready for some fluff, my dudes.

I don’t know why, but this seemed better as short little headcanons as opposed to my usual scenarios.

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Lucifer

- He had expressly forbade any of his brothers from going up to the human world, because “they needed time to readjust.”

- But apparently Pridey McPrideface is exempt from his own rules.

- He does his research. If the human still lives with their parents or has roommates, he picks a night when they are home alone.This night is reserved for the two of them, and he will eviscerate anyone who gets in the way.

- Honestly, he wants to do some sort of grand entrance, but in the end, he simply knocks on the door.

- “Hello, my dear,” he takes their hand and kisses their knuckles. “I’ve missed you.”

- “Lucifer!” they tackle him with a hug strong enough to knock over a lesser demon. In his peripheral, Lucifer sees a neighbor stick their head out of the door and look around with a confused look.

- “You have nosy neighbors, I see.”

“Well, I mean, I did just scream ‘Lucifer...’”

“Perhaps we should go inside before someone calls a priest?”

“It wouldn’t be the first time.”

- The two of them spend the night in their living room, just talking. They ask if he wants to go out somewhere, but he declines.

“This is the most relaxed I’ve been in centuries. I’m perfectly satisfied with staying in with you.”

- He hadn’t intended to stay the night, but it was near impossible to resist the offer. And that would end up being his downfall.

- He had forgotten about that stupid game that his brothers and the human liked to play, where they got pictures of each other sleeping. And, just as he couldn’t resist the temptation to spend the night with them, they couldn’t resist the temptation to steal a picture while he slept.

- When he arrived back at the House of Lamentation, all six of his brothers were waiting for him in the entrance hall.

- “So, where ya been, Luci?” Mammon sneered. “Ya couldn’t have possibly snuck off to visit the human after makin’ damn sure you told us not to do that, now could ya?”

“It’s not like our dear eldest brother to do something so hypocritical.” Satan said coolly, regarding Lucifer with a raised eyebrow.

“...I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re talking about.” Lucifer huffed.

“’Hey guys! How many points is a sleeping Lucifer worth?’” Levi turned his phone around to show Lucifer a picture of his own sleeping face, with the human’s laughing eyes just poking out from the bottom corner.

“...Oh.”

He wasn’t living this one down for a while.

Mammon

- This sneaky little bastard straight up just climbs into their room in the middle of the night.

- You know, like he DIDN’T live in a completely different realm.

- The human damn near punches him in the face when he wakes them up.

- “Mammon, what the actual fuck are you doing?”

“Visiting, what’s it look like?”

“To my neighbors, probably breaking and entering.”

- They should kick him out, all they have to do is issue a pact command. But Mammon looks at them with his sad blue eyes and they just can’t bring themself to do it.

- “I got so used to ya...y’know...sleeping next to me.” he shuffled around like a kid waiting to get scolded. “It’s hard to fall asleep when ya ain’t there.”

“Shut up and cuddle with me, you big baby.”

- They stay up stupidly late watching vine compilations and talking until they straight up just pass out against each other. They stay like that for the rest of the night.

- And by rest of the night I mean until freaking noon the next day. And the only reason they wake up then is because Lucifer is blowing up Mammon’s phone.

- “Mammon, where are you?”

“If you’re out clubbing, be back at a reasonable hour. If you’re out scheming, don’t come back until you have something to show for it.”

“You better not have passed out in a gutter somewhere. We have a reputation to uphold, you know.”

“Mammon, please tell me you didn’t directly disobey an order and go visit the Human Realm.”

Four unread voicemails.

“Welp, you’re fucked.”

“Thanks, human, love you too.”

Leviathan:

- Social anxiety is a bitch and a half, so he just asks if he can come visit.

-Deadass just portals into their living room like “’Sup, I brought games, go get some snacks and get prepared to get rekt.”

- That’s it, that’s the visit.

- They decide to do multiplayer vs some other humans and they wipe the floor with them.

- “Eat it, normies, I’M the one playing with a hot person! Have fun in your moms’ basements!”

“Pot meet kettle, Levi.”

“I don’t live in a basement, though!”

“Fair point. Boom, headshot!”

- Levi manages to sleep over without repercussions solely because nobody is surprised if he doesn’t show up somewhere.

Satan

- Makes direct eye contact with Lucifer as he leaves the House of Lamentation and goes “Don’t wait up.”

-Times his surprise visit so he’s made himself comfortable with a book and a cup of coffee when they get home.

- They brought a friend over to study or whatever. The human sees him in the middle of the living room and just screeches “Satan, what the fuck?”

-The friend is like “Aight imma head out.” And like goes into witness protection.

- Satan comes bearing gifts of the newest installments of Devildom book series’ and a recording of the episodes of the crime dramas that they need to catch up on.

- They pause between each episode to talk theories even though Satan already knows what happens. Both of them feel proud of the human when they figure it out.

- Mammon texts Satan in the middle of the night in absolute terror.

Mammon: Satan you get your ass back to the Devildom right now!

Satan: Why?

Mammon: Because Lucifer is about to rip a hole through the dimensions to drag you back here!

Satan: That sounds like a Lucifer problem.

Mammon: It’s about to be a Three Realms problem!

- Read 2:09 AM

Asmodeus

- He just tells Lucifer he’s going to visit Solomon.

- And makes sure to tell him that if Lucifer decides to interrupt him, he will gladly let him listen to all of the naughty things they’re going to be doing.

- And Lucifer just straight up doesn’t want to deal with his shit so he lets it go.

- The human comes home to see Asmo stretched out on their bed scrolling through Devilgram.

- “Ugh, finally! You took forever!”

“Asmo? What are you doing here?”

“Well, I was planning on seducing you, but I absolutely refuse to have sex on a bed that moans louder than I do.”

- They go on a cute little cafe date and Asmo insists on going to all of the high-end fashion stores.

- “Devildom fashion trends always seem a few decades behind the human world. Honestly, it wasn’t until about five years ago that I could find a skirt above my knees! You would think a Realm full of sin and vice would be a little more up-to-date with provocative attire.”

- FASHION. SHOW.

-They spend an absurd amount of time trying on tacky jewelry and roasting it via Snapchat. Like, the employee showed up on Asmo’s story as they were kicking them out.

- They buy a bottle of liquor on their way back to the human’s place, get absolutely smashed and, depending on your preference, either have the giggliest sex ever or watch stupid beauty hack videos. Maybe both. Actually, definitely both.

- The next morning, Asmo does an Inter-dimensional Walk of Shame and no one is surprised.

Beelzebub

- Was going to lie about where he was going but felt guilty about it.

- So he just didn’t tell anyone.

-Knocks on the human’s door and immediately gives them the biggest bear hug.

- “I missed you, so I came to visit. That’s okay, right?”

- Beel wants to go out to eat, but the human flat out says no because they can’t afford to wine and dine the Avatar of Gluttony.

- They compromise by buying a crapton of snacks at the grocery store.

- Cashier: Must be a big party you’re having.

Human, grabbing a family size bag of chips out of Beel’s hand without even turning to look at him: Yup.

- They make themselves a blanket fort in their living room, watching movies and eating way too many snacks. Beel asks them questions about their family and their life up there. If the human has photos, he wants to see all of them.

-The human falls asleep mid-movie, slumping against his shoulder. Beel picks them up and tucks them into bed, planning on leaving to let them rest before they sleepily ask him to spend the night.

Belphegor

- Convinces Mammon to cover for him.

- Does this by going “Please, Big Brother?” and Mammon caves almost immediately.

- Pops into the human’s bedroom in the early hours of the morning and wiggles into bed with them.

- “Why am I not surprised?”

“Missed you too.”

- Human just accepts the snuggles and goes back to sleep. Belphie makes sure they have good dreams.

- If they have work or school, Belphie convinces them to call in sick and spend the day with him.

- Lots of naps and sleepy kisses. The chillest day ever.

- The human feels so relaxed that they almost convince Belphie to stay another night, and Belphie almost agrees.

- But Mammon’s ability to bullshit will only last so long, and Belphie knows he needs to go back before someone notices that his “afternoon nap” was going on 14 hours.

- “Come see me in my dreams, okay?”

#ask #obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie

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Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s Spite Playlist: Remix CH3

It’s akuma time! This chapter hurts worse down the line, if you can believe it. I have a lot up my sleeve for Alya and Marinette this go round ;)

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Chapter 3: Ignorance

Nino entered the locker room, nodding his head to the beat playing in his headphones. Alya was taking the whole Marinette situation hard, so he wanted to make sure she was okay. Maybe they could go out for some ice cream to cool off, then try talking to Marinette about what happened. Surely, there was an explanation for it.

As he rounded the corner of lockers, his eyes widened with terror. Red lips upturned into a sinister smirk, and Hawkmoth’s newest creation stared back at him with a set of familiar hazel eyes.

“Alya?” he gasped.

“Not anymore.” She trailed her thumb over the small pitchfork in her hands. “I’m Backstabber, and I’m going to get revenge against my so-called ‘bff.’”

Nino turned to run, but Backstabber launched a pitchfork straight into his back where it disappeared with a spark. She paced over to him, lifting his chin as tiny devil horns matching her own appeared on his head.

“Now,” she cooed. “Isn’t there something you have to say to your best friend?”

♪♫♪ Let It Die ♪♫♪

Across the street, Adrien and Marinette sat in her living room, picking away at their homework. Adrien was in her living room. Sitting on her couch. Drinking her tea. He was too beautiful for words, his gorgeous green eyes scanning over his maths problem. His face alone made her regret ever leaving Francoise-Dupont. How was she going to survive without seeing his radiance every day?

Marinette was too busy memorizing the rhythm of his breathing to focus on her work, the memory of his arms wrapped around her still fresh. He’d cradled her in his arms. Of course, it was because she was ugly crying, but she would ignore that detail.

Adrien was too perfect for words. How did she ever think that he would abandon her when she left? Their friendship meant a lot to him. She meant a lot to him. It was a fact that she’d spend hours dreaming about. One day he’d hold her in his arms and whisper those three beautiful words. Then they’d get married, have 3 kids and a hamster named-

Adrien’s phone rang, snapping her from her trance, and her heart sank. It was probably his father demanding that he come home like normal, but to her surprise, Nino’s picture flashed on the screen.

“Hey, Nino, what’s up?”

“Ya know what, Adrien? I’m tired of your goody-two-shoes act, pretending you’re all innocent,” Nino said.

Adrien’s eyebrows raised. “What are you talking abou-”

“I’m gonna tell your dad to start homeschooling you again so the rest of us don’t have to put up with you anymore.” Nino hung up with a maniacal laugh.

“What was that about?” Marinette asked.

“I don’t know,” Adrien said, staring down at the screen, “but it can’t be good.”

“You don’t think he was akumatized, do you?” She reached for her purse.

“If not him, then probably someone else, I should get home before things get too crazy. I’m sure Ladybug and Chat Noir will handle everything soon, so stay inside where it’s safe, okay?” He shoved his tablet and textbook back into his school bag quickly. “See you around, Marinette.”

“Uh, yeah, see ya…”

Marinette reached for her purse the moment the door shut behind him. “Let’s get out there and capture this akuma before Nino gets to Gabriel Agreste. Tikki, transform-”

Before she could finish the phrase, the front window of the living room shattered, and Marinette shielded her face from the debris with a yelp. Her purse tumbled under the coffee table out of reach.

“Hey, Marinette.” A familiar face loomed over her with a twisted grin. “Remember me? Your bff?”

“Alya?” Marinette gasped, stumbling over the side of the couch. “What happened to you?”

“Don’t play dumb with me.” She readied another pitchfork. “I’m not Alya anymore. I go by Backstabber now, but I bet you know all about that sort of thing.”

Backstabber tossed a small pitchfork and caught it again as Marinette inched toward the stairs.

“What are you talking about?” She needed to reach her purse, but Backstabber was closing in.

“You know what you did,” she snarled. “I’ve got a pretty pitchfork here, how would you like to shove it into my back? Oh wait, you already did!”

Marinette turned to dash up the stairs, narrowly dodging the pitchfork as her parents burst through the front door.

“Marine- Oh!” her dad gasped before taking a defensive position between Backstabber and the stairs. “I won’t let you hurt my daughter!”

“If you knew what she was really like, you wouldn’t bother protecting her.” Backstabber’s eyes narrowed as Marinette’s mom entered the room. “But tell me, daddykins, can you protect your wife and your daughter?”

With a flick of her wrist, Backstabber launched another pitchfork at Marinette’s mom. Her dad jumped in front of her, turning his back and taking the attack himself.

“Dad!” Marinette gasped as two horns appeared on his head before she retreated through the trap door into her room.

“Tell me, Marinette,” Backstabber continued, pursuing her calmly as Marinette scrambled to the loft stairs. “Did you ever consider me a real friend?”

“Of course, I did!” Marinette paused halfway up.

“Then how could you abandon me?” Backstabber palmed another pitchfork. “How could you leave without telling me?”

“How could you abandon me?” Marinette shot back, eyes stinging. “How could you take someone else’s side over mine? How could you put me in the back of the class by myself and not even apologize?”

“Lila was right about you. You really are just an attention-seeker, always playing the victim,” Backstabber said.

Marinette clenched her jaw before crawling over her bed and through the skylight onto the balcony. She climbed over the wall, wobbling as she made her way out onto the rooftops.

“You know what I think?” Backstabber called, and Marinette spun around to face her. “I think you’re the real liar. Always running late, making up excuses, disappearing suddenly, so what secrets are you hiding, Marinette?”

Before Backstabber could attack, Chat Noir smacked the pitchfork from her hand with his staff. “It’s dangerous to play on the roof. Someone could fall,” he said with his usual taunting lilt.

“I don’t think Marinette can sink any lower.” Backstabber glared through her. Marinette’s hands clenched into fists at her sides.

“What happened to you two? I thought you were best friends,” Chat Noir asked, taking a defensive stance in front of Marinette. “Not too long ago you were putting your neck on the line to save her, and now you’ve turned your back on her?”

“She turned her back on me!” Backstabber shouted.

“Only because you were being a bad friend!” Marinette shot back.

Backstabber flinched, squeezing her eyes shut before she unleashed a slew of pitchforks with a growl.

Chat spun his staff to deflect them as Marinette cowered behind him. She needed to find a way out of this to transform. Maybe Ladybug could talk some sense into Alya, but her purse was still down in the apartment.

“Ah!” he hissed as a pitchfork grazed his arm.

Marinette cupped her hands over her mouth in horror, but nothing happened. “Why didn’t it transform you?” she asked, closing her eyes and picturing her dad. “Of course! Her attacks only work if they hit you in the back.”

“Then I guess we’ll have to keep this battle face-to-face,” he said, wrapping an arm around her, “but first I should get you to safety.”

“Not so fast, kitty!” Backstabber growled, charging in, but he dodged out of the way before she could strike.

Landing in the street, Chat Noir set Marinette down and brandished his staff once more.

“Go! I’ve got your back,” he shouted as Backstabber gave chase. “Cataclysm!”

As Marinette ran up the street, Chat Noir touched his palm to the concrete, opening a crater to the sewers to distract Backstabber while Marinette escaped. She needed to meet up with Tikki before Chat Noir changed back.

Ducking back into the bakery, she tiptoed around the counter and pressed a hand to the side of her mouth. “Tikki?” she called in a hushed tone, creeping over to the backdoor.

“Marinette!”

She jumped as her kwami phased through the floor and flitted into her face.

“Thank goodness.” Marinette breathed a sigh of relief. “Come on, let’s go before Backstabber gets the best of Chat Noir. Transform me!”

Chat Noir’s cries echoed between the buildings as Ladybug stepped out of the bakery, and with a practiced toss, she created a net between two light poles with her yoyo to catch him.

“I see this battle is really flying by,” she said as he climbed down.

“Yeah, and we need to move quick. I don’t have a lot of time left.” He held up his ring finger where three pads flashed.

“Oh look, the cockroach has joined her mangey stray,” Backstabber cooed.

“And she’s about to kick your butt.” Ladybug charged in.

With each strike, Ladybug scanned her person, trying to figure out where the akuma could be hiding. Nothing stood out besides the intricate brooch embedded in her suit. Alya never wore jewelry, and Ladybug couldn’t fathom why the akuma would be there. As she dodged another swing, a familiar photo of the two of them nestled inside the jewel stood out. Back flipping out of the way a few times, she pressed her hands to either side of her mouth.

“Chat Noir! The akuma is in the photo in her necklace!” she called as Backstabber crossed her wrists to block his staff, forcing him back a few paces.

“What’s the plan for getting it because I’m running out of time,” he said urgently—his last two pads flickering.

“Lucky charm!” She caught the two necklaces as they fell from the sky, turning them over in her hands to read the two halves of a heart together. “Best friends forever… What am I supposed to do with this?”

She glanced around with a pensive frown, singling in on the photo in Backstabber’s necklace and the tears bubbled in the corner of her eyes.

“M’lady?” Chat Noir dodged another pitchfork.

“Go! I’ve got this.” She ordered, but he eyed her skeptically, his ring flashing.

“Are you sure, m’lady?” he asked.

“Positive.”

Chat Noir glanced between them with a conflicted frown before vaulting himself into the rooftops.

Ladybug took a stance in front of Backstabber in the middle of the street. “Just you and me now,” she said with a gentle determination.

“How do you expect to beat me with that?” Backstabber scoffed, cocking a hip to one side.

“Not with this.” Ladybug shook her head. “With words. You’re upset that your friend abandoned you, right?”

Backstabber seemed taken aback. Her jaw clenched as Ladybug held up the necklaces.

“She’s your best friend, and right now you’re hurt and confused, but have you considered that maybe she’s feeling the same way?” Ladybug continued.

“She left me!” A tear rolled down her cheek. “She didn’t even say goodbye!”

“Don’t you think she has a reason? Best friends don’t just abandon each other.”

Backstabber weighed it before shaking her head. “What reason could she possibly have had?”

“There’s a lot you probably don’t know about your friend. Secrets that she wishes she could tell you but can’t…” Ladybug averted her gaze. “I’m sure you’re both hurting, and Hawkmoth took advantage of that, but you’re stronger than he is, Alya.” At the sound of her name, Backstabber flinched, and Ladybug paced over to place her hands on her shoulders. “I know you are.”

Backstabber searched her gaze, lips quivering, shoulders shaking. She hugged her sides as hot tears spilled down her cheeks, sinking to her knees. Ladybug crouched beside her, fastening one of the necklaces around her neck before opening the clasp of Backstabber’s locket and removing the picture inside. Ladybug stared at it with a frown before ripping it down the middle, separating the two smiling girls and freeing the black butterfly from inside.

“No more evildoing for you, little akuma.”

♪♫♫ Miserable at Best ♪♫♪

When the doorbell rang, Marinette stood up from the couch and straightened her blazer. She took a deep breath before striding over to answer it. Miraculous Ladybug set everything back to the way it was, but there were some things that her superpowers couldn’t fix. This time she would have to face them herself.

“Hey…” Alya gave a half-wave when Marinette opened the door.

“Hey,” Marinette replied.

“Sorry about earlier,” Alya said with a wince. “I was upset about you leaving, and I guess Hawkmoth could sense that.” When Marinette remained quiet, she bit her lip. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Marinette averted her gaze. “I didn’t want anyone to make a fuss because I’d already made up my mind.”

“Why did you leave?”

“Because-” Her words caught themselves on the tip of her tongue.

What was she supposed to say? That it was because her friends abandoned her? That her friends trusted a stranger over her when she’d proved to them time and time again that she was trustworthy and honest? That she didn’t say anything because her friends would have tried to guilt her into staying because she couldn’t provide them a believable answer for why she was leaving? Even now she couldn’t think of a viable way to prove to Alya that Lila was lying, since she was so insistent on Marinette having evidence. Alya wasn’t one to take her word without proof even though she seemed to have no trouble doing that for Lila. Marinette wasn’t sure which was worse: Alya’s lack of trust in her or her overabundance of trust in Lila.

“Because of Lila?” Alya asked, and Marinette fixed her gaze on the door handle. “Why are you so bothered by her? She’s never done anything to you, and all you’ve ever done is accuse her of lying about everything.”

Marinette wanted to tell Alya the truth more than anything, but given her track record, she didn’t think it would do any good. She couldn’t prove that Lila had threatened her, and even mentioning it would seem like another vain attempt to defame her. As much as it pained her, Marinette didn’t have an answer for Alya. If she was so bent on having concrete evidence, then there was no point in trying to come up with one, so she simply shrugged.

“I don’t know what has gotten into you, girl, but it’s not healthy,” Alya said. “If you’d just give Lila a chance, you’d see that-”

“No,” Marinette said firmly, and Alya’s eyebrows raised in surprise. “Sorry, but I won’t play along with her.”

“Play along with- this isn’t a game, Marinette! She’s just a person with an exotic life,” Alya chided, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Honestly, it won’t kill you to try.”

“I can’t be friends with her.” Marinette shook her head.

“Why?” Alya asked. “Give me one good reason why. I’m sure if you tell her about Adrien-”

“It’s not about Adrien.”

“Then what?” Alya held her arms out. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous of her getting attention from everyone.”

Marinette recoiled at that, eyes stinging. The fact that Alya even mentioned that proved that Lila had her hooks in too deep. Alya couldn’t be saved. As much as it pained her, there were some villains out there that even Ladybug couldn’t defeat.

“I’m not jealous of her, but I am a little hurt that my best friend is siding with someone she barely knows over me,” she said with more bite than she intended.

“Can you blame me with how sketchy you’ve been acting? What proof do you have?” Alya shot back, hands balling into fists when Marinette shifted her weight. “Lately, I feel like I don’t know you as well as I thought I did, girl.”

“I’m starting to think the same,” Marinette said.

“Then I guess we shouldn’t consider ourselves bffs if there’s so much we don’t know about each other!” Alya retorted. “Maybe we shouldn’t even be friends at all.”

Marinette suppressed a sigh, heart sinking as she held Alya’s gaze before three of the most painful words passed her lips. “Maybe we shouldn’t.”

Alya took a step back, jaw dropping. Her eyes burned into Marinette’s, fresh tears bubbling in the corners. Marinette wore a steely mask, relaying no emotion despite the hammering in her chest. She bit her lip to hide how it shook.

Alya finally flicked her gaze to her feet, rubbing at her cheek before a tear could escape. “Well, I guess that’s that then,” she said. Alya turned and stormed down the stairs.

Marinette closed the door, lingering with her hand on the handle. Her shoulders shook, and she sank to the floor with a whimper, hot tears spilling down her cheeks. As it turned out, the high road was far lonelier than she’d ever imagined, but there was no going back now. She’d made her choice.

#mdcspr #marinette dupain-cheng's spite playlist remix #my writing

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electrictoes · 3 years

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Time Flies Over Us

For @dailysvu’s Sonny Carisi Week

Day 2: Off Duty

Characters: Sonny Carisi, Amanda Rollins, Fin Tutuola, Olivia Benson, Dominick Carisi Sr, Gina Carisi, Bella Carisi, Mama Carisi, Jesse Rollins, Billie Rollins

Relationship: Amanda Rollins / Sonny Carisi

Warnings: Gun violence

Five time Sonny Carisi's off duty time gets interrupted + one time it doesn't.

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Sonny held his newest niece above his head, grinning as she laughed gleefully - he wasn’t quite hiding in the kitchen with his father, but he was definitely avoiding the living room where his mother and sisters were fretting over last minute wedding preparations. Sonny could have been relaxing in his own apartment, getting an early night ahead of tomorrow morning’s chaos, but his father had needed the moral support so he’d packed an overnight bag, collected his wedding suit on the drive over, and had plucked baby Grace from her mother’s arms as soon as he walked through the door.

He’d put up with thirty minutes of his sisters squabbling over how exactly Bella’s hair should be styled in the morning, before his dad had rescued him with a quick, “Hey son, give me a hand with something?”

The something turned out to be emptying the bottles of beer he had tucked away at the back of the fridge behind boxes, trays and tupperware dishes filled with food for tomorrow’s festivities - according to his dad, his mom had been cooking non-stop for almost the whole week. They’d been left to their own devices, sipping beer and passing the time with quiet conversation.

“It’ll all be over soon enough,” his dad was saying.

“Real positive, Pops,”

“You know what I mean,” his father gestured to the door, “The fuss, the speeches. Your mother’s worryin’.”

“Ma’s never gonna stop worryin’ about Bella, Dad,” Sonny told him.

“It’s you she worries about the most, son,” he said, watching Sonny carefully as he rested Grace against his chest, her head dropping onto his shoulder sleepily, “You gotta get yourself a good woman.”

“Don’t start that again-”

They were interrupted by Gina, a frown on her face as she held out his cell phone like she was delivering a bomb, “It keeps ringin’, Sonny,” she said, exchanging his phone for Grace.

Sonny glanced down at the screen - five missed calls, two from Benson, two from Dodds, one from Rollins. He gave his father a sheepish look as he returned Rollins’ call - better than getting it in the ear from his boss about not picking up, “Hey,” he said when she answered, and she sighed down the phone.

“I know you’re with your family,” she started.

“What is it?”

“It’s bad, Carisi. Four kids,” Rollins said, the stress of the case already evident in her voice, “I told Liv you’re busy this weekend, but she wanted me to try you anyway.”

“Where do I need to be?” he asked, already grabbing his jacket and keys.

“Meet me at Bellevue?”

“Okay, okay. Tell the Lieutenant I’ll be there as soon as I can. But Rollins-”

“I already told her you’re out tomorrow,” she said, and he nodded gratefully into the phone, though she couldn’t see him.

His dad frowned at him when he hung up the phone, “Duty calls?”

“Yeah, I- I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“What? Sonny, you can’t leave!” Bella said, her arms curled around herself in the doorway.

“I’ll be back in plenty of time for the wedding,” he promised, pressing a kiss to the side of her head as he passed her, shuffling down the hallway to make it out of the house and on the road before his mother caught him sneaking off.

It was Sunday afternoon, the first Sunday afternoon he’d had free in a long time, and Sonny just had a few errands to run before he could get back to his apartment, enjoy some down time for a change.

His last stop at a bodega just down the block from his apartment building was meant to be a brief one - just grab a couple of things he’d forgotten at the grocery store then head straight home. He was at the back of the store when he heard the shout - the demand for money, a scream from a woman near the cash register. He shuffled backwards, already reaching for his badge as he craned his neck down an aisle to get a better view.

Standing in front of the counter was a kid - no older than than fifteen. He had a gun pointed towards the cashier; it was shaking in his hand. He didn’t have a mask or even a ball cap covering his face - he was in plain sight of witnesses and CCTV cameras alike. This was no seasoned criminal.

But he still had a gun in his hand, and inexperienced kids with guns could pull the trigger like a startled animal at any moment. Sonny quietly edged down the aisle, making eye contact with the cashier as he lifted his badge.

The boy jabbed his arm forward, bringing the gun slightly closer to the cashier, “Hurry up. And don’t press no panic button.”

Sonny continued to move quietly forward as the cashier emptied the register, he'd almost reached the end of the aisle before the boy turned around, his eyes widening at Sonny’s proximity, at the badge in his hand. He turned fully, so that the gun was now trained on Sonny. Behind him Sonny saw the cashier reaching under the counter, and he sent up a silent prayer of hope that there was a panic button there, that back up was coming. He held his hands up as non-threateningly as possible as he stepped closer to the boy.

“I’m Detective Carisi,” he said, “NYPD. You wanna put the gun down?”

“I’ll shoot you,” the boy said, his finger moving to rest on the trigger.

Sonny was now inches away from him, an arm extended out, a hand reaching for the weapon.

The boy pressed his finger to the trigger.

It was a miracle that he missed, given how close Sonny was, even with his hand shaking there were plenty of places he could have hit Sonny, but the bullet soared over his shoulder, not even grazing him before it embedded itself in a shelving unit. The recoil startled the kid - he’d clearly never fired a gun before, and he looked around himself in panic. Sonny closed the gap between them, curling his fingers around the top of the gun and wrenching it from the boy’s hands.

The kid was shaking even more now, terror in his eyes as Sonny read him his rights.

A patrol unit arrived barely a minute later, taking control of the scene, but the peace of his Sunday afternoon had already been shattered; adrenaline coursing through him even as he gave his statement and his badge number to the patrol unit.

Sonny had insisted he didn’t want a fuss - was happy to go for a drink with the squad, dinner at his mother’s house. Just another birthday, just another reminder he was getting older, his joints a little achier, his hair a little greyer. But he should’ve known giving Amanda Bella’s number would one day come back to haunt him, because his drinks with the squad had turned into a party that mixed his two worlds, and threw half of his former law school classmates into the pot as well.

He would admit he was enjoying it, though - having almost everyone that mattered the most to him in one room; drinking, laughing, enjoying each other’s company whilst making jokes at his expense.

Although someone seemed to be buying him a drink every thirty seconds, he’d barely managed to actually drink anything, which meant he was still relatively sober when the call came in. He was leaning up against the bar, Amanda at his side just a little closer than she needed to be - Gina standing opposite them with her latest boyfriend talking their ears of about investment banking, when Liv came over to them, a solemn look on her face.

“Sorry to cut this short,” she said, “But we’ve got a case.”

Sonny pushed off from the bar with a sigh, turning to pass Amanda her coat where it was lying beside his.

“Happy Birthday to you,” Amanda said with a wry smile as they shrugged on their coats.

“Told you I didn’t want a fuss,” he countered. He made his way around the bar as quickly as he could, biding goodbye to his friends and family, ignoring the choruses that he couldn’t leave his own party early.

Amanda held back as Fin and Liv left the bar, waiting for him and walking in step with him the few blocks back to the precinct. They were almost there when she stopped him with a hand on his arm, “Hey Carisi.”

“Yeah?”

“Happy Birthday,” she smiled at him and he returned it gratefully. She nodded once before stepping ahead of him, holding the precinct door open for him when they got there; fully disengaged from party mode and ready to throw themselves into whatever darkness Manhattan was bringing their way tonight.

It was their first official date - after Fin’s not-wedding and the kiss he had played on repeat in his head for the last two weeks they had spent as much time together as they possibly could - he now knew the feel of Amanda’s lips on his like kissing her was his sole purpose in life, he knew the touch of her hands, the way her eyes crinkled when she smiled sleepily over at him in the mornings, and it was all beyond what he had let himself imagine - but that didn’t stop him from wanting to make a fuss of her - to take her out for dinner and spoil her a bit - to spend an evening just the two of them, in a way their demanding jobs and her two rambunctious children didn’t often allow for. Sienna hadn’t blinked when they’d asked if she’d stay late on Thursday night - something in her face told him she was happy for them, even if she didn’t say it aloud.

He’d chosen Thursday because trying to schedule anything important at the weekend seemed too much like tempting fate, and so there they were, a quiet evening in a small, family run restaurant that he loved - their fingers intertwined on the table, him trying not to say anything too stupid, given how mesmerised he was by her tonight.

And then her cell phone rang; she released his hand to pull it out of her bag - concerned it might be about the girls, but Sonny’s heart sank as his own phone began to ring barely a second later - Olivia Benson coming up on his caller ID. So much for a night off.

“Hi Liv,” he said, “Everythin’ okay?”

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” Liv said, and he wanted to tell her that yes, she was, but that wasn’t how these things worked, so he made a non-committal noise and listened as she told him they needed him at the precinct - that it wasn’t a case that couldn't wait until morning. He could tell from the look on Amanda’s face that she was getting a similar phone call.

They arrived at the precinct ten minutes apart - or rather, Sonny lurked outside for ten minutes after Amanda walked inside - they’d yet to disclose and their first proper date being interrupted was more than enough frustration for one night. When he walked into the bullpen everyone was gathered together, Liv updating them all on the urgent case they’d been called in for - a missing fourteen year old, a suspect in holding who needed a deal to loosen his tongue, and the mayor’s office breathing down their necks because the missing girl was the deputy mayor’s niece.

Amanda had kicked off the heels she’d been wearing earlier - tucked them under her desk and slipped on the old sneakers she kept in her locker - she hadn’t had time to change of out her red dress, though, and from the looks Kat was throwing her way, it hadn’t gone unnoticed.

He got a similar look himself when he approached them, a raised eyebrow as Kat’s gaze moved over the suit he was wearing late on a Thursday evening. Not the same suit he’d been wearing at work earlier that day, “You on a date too, Carisi?” she asked.

“Huh?” Sonny feigned ignorance, his own gaze trailing to Amanda, trying to pretend he hadn’t noticed how beautiful she looked, how much effort she’d gone to - for him.

Liv was impatient; under pressure and not willing to entertain any charades, “Kat,” she said firmly, “Focus.”

Hours later, when the girl and been found and Kat and Fin were escorting the perp to holding, Sonny leaned against Amanda’s desk, ready to head home for a few hours sleep before they had to come back here.

“You can head off, Amanda,” Liv said, walking towards them, her own bag under her arm. “Sorry to have crashed your date.”

“It’s fine,” Amanda said, not meeting Liv’s eye, “I’ll get a rain check.”

Liv looked from Amanda to Sonny and back again, “Well, maybe the two of you can salvage some of the night,” she said, turning away from them, smiling to herself.

Sonny could feel the insistent buzz of his phone in the pocket of his suit jacket, but he was resolutely ignoring it; cursing himself for not having put it on airplane mode before the show started, but knowing he couldn’t pull it out now. Someone wanted to get hold of him really badly - but whoever it was would just have to wait.

He’d taken a last minute half-day to be able to sneak into the auditorium just as the show was about to start, finding Amanda on the aisle and lifting Billie into his lap so that he could claim her seat. Amanda turned to him, a surprised smile on her face, “You got away?”

“Didn’t want to miss it,” he whispered back.

When Jesse had brought home the invitation two weeks ago, Sonny had looked at his trial schedule and found his heart sinking - the Brewer trial - a CEO forcing his unwanted attentions on the high school seniors who took work experience placements at his company - was scheduled for the whole week. He couldn’t pass it off, it was too big a case, and no one was going to let him reschedule a whole trial around his goddaughter / sort-of-stepdaughter’s school talent show.

He’d made a note of the date and time just in case, and he could hardly believe his luck this morning when Buchanan had requested a recess just after 2pm - an absent witness who had yet to be located delaying the case. The judge had glanced at his watch and with a sigh ordered that court would reconvene 9am the next day. It gave Sonny just enough time to call Hadid, explain the delay, and ask if he could take the rest of the day off - all in one breath as he darted from the courthouse, mentally calculating the time it would take to drive up to Jesse’s school. Hadid had reluctantly agreed, just instructed him to keep his phone on, which he had technically done.

He slipped an arm along the back of Amanda’s chair, the other holding Billie steady on his knee as they eagerly waited for Jesse to take the stage. He’d watched her dance with an intense pride - caught the smile on her face when she noticed him and Amanda in the audience, the way she faltered her steps just for a second before rejoining her friends.

His phone continued to buzz; it had been going almost non-stop for at least 10 minutes now, and he was sure the other parents nearby had noticed, based on the looks he was getting. Once Jesse had taken her bow he slid Billie onto Amanda’s lap, “I’m gonna have to take this,” he whispered, and she nodded in understanding - it was a near miracle they’d both managed to be here at all.

There were 27 missed calls on his phone when he slipped out of the auditorium - every single one of them from his boss. “Ms Hadid,” he said when she answered his returned call, awaiting the bite in her tone.

“I told you to keep your phone on, Carisi.”

“I know, I had something I had to do-”

Hadid didn’t entertain excuses, didn’t give him an opportunity to remind her that he’d been allowed to take the half-day, just insisted he return to the DA’s office as soon as possible. New evidence that could shake the trial’s outcome. No time to waste.

He sent an apology message to Amanda before heading out to his car; he was frustrated the whole drive downtown. Some days it felt like there was always one thing after another, like he’d never catch a break whether he was on duty or not. Still, the next several hours spent reformatting trial prep after the latest bombshell were necessary if he wanted to stand a chance of winning this trial. His mind, though, was drifting continually back to Jesse, standing on that stage with a proud grin on her face.

Although both girls were long in bed by the time he got out of work, he still made a stop en route to pick up flowers to give to Jesse in the morning - and when this trial was over he’d make it up to her, take her out for an Uncle Sonny and Jesse dinner to celebrate.

& 1.

Sonny was once again hiding with his father in his parents’ kitchen the night before a wedding, only this time it was his own, and he wasn’t hiding from arguments about hair and makeup, but rather from the intensity of his sisters’ knowing looks, the baby pictures his mother had pulled out and the way she seemed constantly in the brink of tears at the idea of her baby getting married, despite the fact that her baby was comfortably into his forties now.

“I told you,” his dad was saying, sat opposite him at the same kitchen table Sonny had done his homework at for most of his childhood, each of them cradling a glass of scotch, “Your mother worries about you most of all.”

“I’m gettin’ married tomorrow,” Sonny said, “I’ve got two kids, I don’t know what it is she’s got to worry about.”

His father shrugged, taking a long sip of his scotch, “Ah, mothers and sons,” he said, “Kinda like fathers and daughters,” he added, his eyes going to Bella’s wedding portrait hanging up on the wall behind Sonny’s head. The wall was filled with pictures from every moment of the Carisi children’s lives - birthdays, graduations, weddings - although Teresa’s wedding photo had long been replaced with one of the Carisi siblings at the reception - and an empty patch his mother had already cleared for Sonny and Amanda’s wedding photo, another gap just below it ready for a photo of all the Carisi cousins she was hoping to get - Jesse and Billie included. “You’ll get it when they grow up a bit.”

They were interrupted by Gina, once again handing him his phone with a frown on her face, “You can’t run out the night before your own wedding,” she said as he took the phone.

“What harm’d it do?” he argued, though he had absolutely no intention of going back to work, “It’s not like anyone will let me, y’know, see my fiancée.”

“Dominick Carisi Jr,” his mother scolded from the doorway, “It’s bad luck, and don’t the two of you be arrangin’ a work emergency just so you can see each other. I’ll know.”

He laughed, shaking his head as he glanced down at his missed calls - all from Fin - and dialled him back, “Fin, please don’t tell me this is a work call.”

“Okay, I won’t,” Fin said.

“I’m getting married in thirteen hours,” Sonny said, “Whatever it is can wait until I get back from my honeymoon.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Fin mumbled into the phone, “I’m not about to get slaughtered by your bride-to-be. You don’t need to come in,” he added, before launching into the reason for his call - an issue with the ADA covering their cases in Carisi’s absence, a disagreement over something Fin was sure Sonny had already put in place. “I wouldn’t bother you, but I gotta get out here tonight too.”

“You better,” Sonny said, “You’re a groomsman.”

He confirmed Fin’s memory of the deal on the table, offered to call Crosby himself and put the issue to bed. “Nah, I got it,” Fin assured him. “And I’ll be at your folks’ place at 9am sharp.”

Gina reached out a hand for his phone when he hung up, but he kept his fingers wrapped around it, glancing down at the lock screen where Amanda, Jesse and Billie all had wide - ice cream covered, in the girls’ case - grins on their faces. “Nah, I’ll keep it,” he said.

Gina tugged the phone from his hands, the same way she’d taken toys from him when they were young. “No more work calls,” she said, “And Mom says you’re not allowed to call Amanda either.”

“What? I can’t even talk to her now?”

“It’ll be worth the wait, son,” his dad assured him, and he already knew that was true.

And he was right - of course - because thirteen hours later he married the love of his life, surrounded by their family, their friends, their colleagues - no interruptions, just them.

#carisi week #svu fic #rollisi fic #svu #sonny carisi #my fic

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iamvegorott · 2 years

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2, 21, and 19? For dapperstache? Personal fave :)

2. “I’m worried about you.”

19. “I don’t want to be friends.”

21. “Maybe you should sit down.”

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“Let’s see if we can get done early this time around.” Dark stated as he and Wilford entered the ‘meeting room’ of the Sepitceye House, which was actually their dining room. “Is Jameson not attending again?” He added when he saw one of them missing.

“He’s not,” Chase answered, eyes looking down at the table.

“Is he…” Wilford let his sentence trail off.

“Yeah,” Marvin answered, knowing what he was asking without having to say it.

“That’s it.” Wilford huffed before vanishing in his cloud of pink.

“I’m missing something, aren’t I?” Dark asked, pressing his lips together in a tight line.

“Maybe you should sit down.” Anti guided Dark down to his usual chair.

“Now I know I’m missing something.”

x~x~x

Wilford went to a park bench and sat down on it, watching strangers walk by; some jogging with music playing in their ears, others strolling in pairs or groups and talking with loud laughs. The calm wasn’t going to last long.

“Get out of my head!” A man screamed as he ran through the crowd, swatting away at the air and continuing his screams of terror. “Get out-” The man stopped, a knife now sticking out of the back of his head, the strangers all now taking over his screams of fear and running away. Wilford made a face before exhaling, his classic pink smoke pooling out and slowly encasing everyone that had seen the scene. The people froze in place and stared off at nothing.

“I had it under control.” JJ’s voice spoke into Wilford’s head, coming out from his hiding.

“Why are you doing another rogue mission?” Wilford asked.

“It’s not rouge if the Septiceyes know,” JJ stated, heading to the body and pulling the knife out from the corpses’ skull.

“The Septiceyes?” Wilford crossed his arms. JJ didn’t respond and just cleaned the bloodied blade with a handkerchief. “JJ? What happened?” More silence as JJ tucked the knife back into his vest, adjusting his hat as well. “I’m worried about you.”

“Everyone’s always worried about me.” JJ finally let his voice be used.

“We care about you.”

“I feel like I’m the child of the House instead of Robbie, the actual child.”

“Oh.” Wilford popped his lips, catching on. “Come here.” Wilford patted at the spot on the bench next to him. JJ just looked at him. “Come here,” Wilford repeated his movement.

“Fine.” JJ sighed and sat on the bench, getting a better look at how the people were unaware of everything, how pink fogged their eyes.

“You know we don’t think you’re weak right?” Wilford asked, casually laying his arm around JJ’s shoulders. JJ went stiff. “I know with you being the newest one, you haven’t fully caught on to how the others work.”

“It’s been a year.” JJ was thankful that he was able to project his voice evenly.

“They take a while to fully take a new one in.” Wilford gave JJ a squeeze. “Once they start overly-caring for ya, that’s when you know they like ya.”

“Okay.” JJ has always…enjoyed Wilford. How bright his smile was, how colorful his wardrobe and personality are, how large and firm his hand went on his shoulder, how it pulled him in closer and closer to him, how soft his lips looked.

“They get familial in their friendships, you’ve heard them all call Chase ‘mom’ and Marvin ‘dad’.” Wilford kept talking. “It took plenty of time but we’re all friends now.”

“I don’t want to be friends.” JJ blurted out.

“What?”

“I didn’t mean to overstep.” Wilford moved his arm away. “I had just assumed that-” Wilford was stopped by JJ grabbing the front of his shirt and yanking him into a kiss.

“Please keep stepping,” JJ said with a burning red face.

“I was right!” Wilford laughed and leaned into another kiss, the current mess next to them having to wait just a bit longer before getting cleaned up.

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moonlitceleste · 4 years

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butterflies

Maribat Platonic November Day 1 - Butterfly

@maribat-platonic-november

As a child, Marinette loved butterflies. Delicate gossamer wings, pretty colors and patterns—she had always admired the beauty of the seemingly magical, fluttering creatures. Whenever she saw one hovering about she would gasp in delight. Their metamorphosis never failed to amaze her, and Marinette grew up wishing she could transform just like that.

As a teen, the sight of a butterfly made her gasp in fear, and in dread of imminent danger. Butterflies no longer seemed magical; they were magical. Each time she spotted one, Marinette would transform into her red-and-black spotted uniform and prepare for battle. Day after day she would fight against victims who were controlled by those butterflies, and soon enough the creatures changed from a symbol of beauty and growth into one of darkness and destruction.

Now, Marinette viewed butterflies as an important part of her life. Perhaps she would never love them like she did before, but she had undergone her own metamorphosis. She struggled and broke out of the shell that was containing her in order to spread her wings.

It didn’t hurt that she had people there to help her through those dark times. It had been a year since Hawkmoth’s defeat, two years since she started hating butterflies. Now she took that power back in the best way she knew—she created.

Marinette smiled as she walked through the park, snowflakes slowly drifting down around her. Butterflies, MDC’s newest fashion line, had been released earlier that day. The collection of butterfly-themed and inspired clothing meant resilience and strength—not just for her, but for Paris. Maybe the damage Hawkmoth had done could never be reversed, but they could heal from it.

At her sides were the people who had become her family, who had helped her heal. They stood by her while she cried, comforted her when she woke up in a panic from nightmares. When she shot up in terror at the sight of a butterfly, they reminded her that it was okay. That she would be okay.

A nudge broke her from her thoughts, and Marinette looked over at Stephanie, who had elbowed her.

“Hm?”

Her breath left a puff of white in the frigid winter air. The blonde gestured and Marinette turned her head to see a little girl standing in front of her, looking at her with wide eyes. She looked young, around how old Manon was when Marinette first started babysitting her.

“Hi,” Marinette greeted with a smile. She leaned down in an effort to be comforting, since she knew how intimidating and freakishly tall the rest of the Wayne family was.

“Are you Marinette?” the little girl asked.

“Yes, I am,” she responded. “What’s your name?”

“Nadine.”

Hope.

“My mommy wanted me to tell you something.”

At these words, Marinette exchanged a concerned glance with Jason, who was to her right.

“Yes?”

“I used to think butterflies were scary because of the scary man, but I like them now. Your clothes make them pretty.”

Oh. Marinette felt her eyes sting.

“Thank you,” she said, wrapping her arms around the girl in a hug. Nadine smiled and returned the hug before pulling away to run back over to her mom.

Marinette watched her leave, staring blankly ahead. Unknown emotion filled her body.

“Hey,” a soft voice prompted.

Jason was looking at her with concern evident in his eyes, alongside the rest of the Waynes.

“You okay?”

Marinette smiled at him through the tears in her eyes, at the family she had grown to love so much. Her family. She took a deep breath.

“Yeah,” she said. “I am.”

Butterflies weren’t so bad anymore.

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farfromsugafanfic · 3 years

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Waiting For Superman

Genre: Superhero AU, Comic Book AU?, Journalist Namjoon, Journalist OC, best friends to lovers, Action, Angst if you squint, Fluff

Pairing: Namjoon/Reader

Warnings: cursing, violence, injury, hospitalization, bombings, hostage situations, kidnapping, uses chloroform to make someone unconscious, alcohol, physics lol

Synopsis: After your father, one of the top antimatter scientists is killed in his laboratory by villain Outlier, you and your best friend, Namjoon survive the only known antimatter bomb, you both go on to be two of the top journalists in Metropolis. Only, there’s something off about you that most people can’t put their finger on. Namjoon is the only one who notices, not even you know your biggest secret. Hoping to protect you from Outlier, Namjoon also guards a secret of his own.

Note: This is the beginning of a new AU series. This is also in the same universe as my Jin imagine, Heartbreak Weather. This story will continue in the background of future installments.

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"Damn," you said, looking through the article proposals for the week. "I have five proposals to do a story on the two weathermen that got together. Is nothing else interesting happening in Metropolis?" Reaching into your desk, you pulled out your lunch consisting only of a slightly too brown banana. You frowned. "I hate to say it, but it's really too bad that Outlier has been so quiet lately."

Namjoon chuckled. "You'd wish for a little peril in Metropolis if it made a good story." His lips curled upward and he adjusted his slightly too large glasses.

You smiled at your head writer's sarcasm. "Just a little peril. Not too much." Turning around to place the accepted and rejected proposals in their respective boxes, you returned to find a bright yellow banana sitting on your desk. It made you pause, but you shrugged as you peeled it open. "Besides, Antimatter Man always stops whatever his antics are."

"It's not always Antimatter Man."

You hummed in response, already marking up an article in red pen. "Most of the time though."

The conversation lulled, but it didn't feel awkward. You'd worked with Namjoon for nearly three years now, but known him much longer. You were his soundboard and he was your common sense.

"Maybe we do a piece on his recent quietness?"

You looked up. Namjoon already met your eyes. He sat with one leg on top of the other, forming a triangle and his arms crossed over his chest. You'd noticed the way his clothes began to fit tighter, stretching over new muscles. It surprised you. Namjoon never seemed like the athletic type. You were more likely to find him studying physics at the city library for his newest piece on Antimatter Man than in the gym building a physique rivaling a marble statue.

"That seems like a good idea." The pen pressed to your lips you didn't notice the way the ink blotted against your lips. "You wanna take it on?"

"Sure." He pushes one leg off the other and stands up. "I'll try to have it to you by morning."

You nod, trusting him fully to have his piece ready for the morning edition. He moved towards the door and you felt as he paused. Even though you weren't looking at him, you could tell the way he stood, with his hand gripping the door frame, his body half in, half out.

"Don't stay too late, Y/N. He might be quiet now, but you know that won't be forever."

You did know. Maybe more than anybody.

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Outlier first started terrorizing the Greater Metropolis area when you were twelve. It started off typical. A few particularly successful bank robberies netted him more than enough money for a lifetime. If it were you, you would've taken the money and moved far away, lived out the rest of your days peacefully. But, Outlier didn't want just the money.

When you were fifteen, however, it all changed.

It was nearly 9 pm. Your father had not returned home from work. It wasn't all around unusual. He often pulled long hours at the lab. But you felt an itch at the back of your spine. Like a spider crawling up each vertebrae like a ladder.

You called Namjoon. He was the only person you knew with a car, and the only one you knew wouldn't ask too many questions. Twenty minutes later, his headlights showed through the curtains of your bedroom.

"Hey," he said. His voice greeted you, full of exhaustion and the buoy that had bounced back and forth in the water between you.

Namjoon was your longest friend. You met in Kindergarten when you'd come across Namjoon in the back corner of the playground. Pushed against the pavement, two second graders tore off his glasses and put them on, mimicking his front teeth that stuck out before he got braces in high school.

You'd chased them off, managing to pick up his glasses off the ground. They were still broken, but you helped Namjoon tape them to get through the rest of the day. Since that day, you'd become almost inseparable. That was until you got a boyfriend.

You, of course, accused Namjoon of being jealous when he didn't immediately take to the idea of you and Vincent. Though, despite the accusation, you knew it was far from the truth. It wasn't hard to see that Vincent was bad for you. He was the reason your grades began to drop, why you knew the familiar burn of whiskey down your throat, and why were spending that night--Valentine's Day--alone.

"You haven't heard anything from him?" Namjoon backed out of your driveway before you even managed to get the seatbelt hooked.

You shook your head. "He normally calls if he's running late."

It takes another twenty minutes to reach your dad's work. Located just outside the city, you could see Longevity Labs ten minutes before you reach it. Up on a hill, it was agonizing watching the building cycle in and out of view with every turn and switchback.

When you get there, you look up to the fourth floor where your father's lab was. The lights were still on and you felt the coil in your chest unravel a little. Though not completely.

The elevators in Longevity Labs had been broken for years now and you didn't pay them any mind as you walked to the staircase and climbed the four floors. Namjoon stayed close behind, though you didn't speak. It wasn't the first time the two of you had come to the labs together when you'd become worried. After losing your mom when you were young, a burr of worry attached itself to your heart and poked you when your father wasn't home by eight.

The metal of the doorknob felt warm. There were plenty of reasons for that, you rationalized. Your father was one of the top scientists in Metropolis, he worked with all sorts of dangerous things that could need a warm environment, or cause one.

You pushed the door open and met your father's eyes. They were wide open and empty. A silent scream falling from his wide open mouth. Your vision blurred and the thing you remember next is feeling Namjoon's hand on your shoulder as his voice elevated. It was only then you noticed that you weren't alone.

"What are you doing here?" Namjoon asked, his voice like the bark of a guard dog. It surprised you. For a boy of barely sixteen at the time, it felt like he suddenly was a man standing beside you. You were still just a tiny girl.

The man wore a mask. Of course he wore a mask. It was white with two diamond shapes for the eyes, only revealing a small bit of his pupil. The man didn't speak when he opened his hand, a metallic orb drifting upwards. He didn't throw it, but the orb moved quickly, like it was falling.

It was only later you learned that it was rigged to move upward like that. Real antimatter would act just like regular matter, nearly indecipherable. This--while true antimatter--was meant to hold your attention long enough.

The explosion pushed you towards the ceiling. You woke up to a firefighter reaching for your hand. It was only when you took it and tried to place your feet on the ground that you noticed that you and Namjoon ended up pushed through the wall and into the vent system near the ceiling. He wasn't fully awake, yet his arms still reached for you after you were peeled away from his body.

The two of you were the only known survivors of an antimatter bomb. Well, it was more like a grenade. Your father's lab, body, and work was largely destroyed in the explosion, but for some reason, you and Namjoon survived. It's wide believed that there was something wrong with the bomb. That it didn't attack your living cells.

You and Namjoon did not come out unscathed. Somehow, you got off fairly easy with a broken collarbone, a concussion, and a few deep cuts around your body. Namjoon, on the other hand, never fully awoke for a week. He'd broken three ribs, one of his lungs collapsed, his head injury much worse than yours, permanent damage to his spine. When he woke a week later, you wanted to envelope him in a hug and never let go.

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Namjoon found you curled up in the newspaper archives at midnight. He was the only one who knew your Valentine's Day ritual. He moved the papers from your lap and took the glass of wine from your hand before it spilled. Just like every year, the paper was open to your dad's obituary and the news coverage of the explosion.

The edges of the paper were brown and crisped as if they were sixty years old instead of ten. His brow furrowed as he touched them. Between his fingers, the brown edges lightened as he brought them towards the light.

Ever since that night, your mission was to expose Outlier. You knew he wasn't some superhuman. Your dad worked with antimatter to harness its capabilities for good. For medical applications and using its destruction for renewable energy. Outlier wanted to use antimatter in the way everyone feared. To destroy.

As he moved the paper with your father's smiling face, he saw another, a jolt running down his spine. The headline took up almost half the page, "New Hero Emerges In Fight Against Outlier."

Outlier's antics became more calculated. Everyone knew he had the capability to use antimatter, but his subsequent movements involved raids of laboratories outside the city and taking a graduate student hostage. No one else died.

It was during the hostage situation that Antimatter first saved the day. It was around a year after your attack and Antimatter Man successfully infiltrated the laboratory and got the hostage to safety before the entire lab exploded. It was only in his next act of heroism that the city realized he was more than just someone who risked his life to save someone. He had powers.

Next time, Antimatter Man disabled a device strapped around a victim's neck with just a touch. It was determined to be a miniature explosive that would've destroyed the man had it gone off. The hero could manipulate antimatter. Destroy it--and was later determined--create it.

When Antimatter Man caused an explosion in an alleyway, he was lucky that only one bystander died. Like all the previous times he disabled one of Outlier's antimatter devices, he placed his hand on top of it. Instead of feeling the molecules burst like boba, he felt an energy build until it exploded.

Outlier purposely placed a more standard bomb that would explode in the presence of antimatter. It was a test. One Antimatter Man hadn't anticipated. In fact, it was rumored the hero had no idea the full scale of his abilities until that moment. The only reason he came out unscathed is because he was able to clock himself in antimatter to prevent the explosion from destroying him.

Namjoon knew that Outlier knew who Antimatter Man was. While the general public may not know that Antimatter Man was a victim of Outlier, or that he used chunky glasses and the Metropolis Daily to control the public's view of Kim Namjoon and Antimatter Man. Outlier was the only one who knew, not even you.

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The authorities always told you that Outlier may come back. Your father was the most prominent scientist working with antimatter technology and there were likely things Outlier had not figured out yet. He may come for your father's notes. Yet, he never did.

You weren't too worried about it anymore. It wasn't as if Outlier had a personal vendetta against you or your father. You hadn't seen his face. You'd practically passed out when you saw him, and probably would've had he not dropped the grenade when you locked eyes.

Still, you always watched your back when you walked from the Metropolis Daily office to your apartment. It was only a few blocks, but normally traversed after dark. Sometimes Namjoon came with you, though most of the time you persuaded him to just go back to his own place. Especially this night, you did not want Namjoon to know you didn't plan on going home.

Normally, when you hid your plans from Namjoon, it was because you were heading somewhere dangerous for research. Like the time you drove out into the forest on your own in search of Outlier's supposed hide out, or the time you decided to follow a man suspected to be Antimatter Man. Even as an editor, you still wrote, tending to keep the most hard hitting stories for yourself. Besides, few of your journalists were willing to possibly get close to Outlier. You'd survived once, you felt you could again.

However, this night, you were headed to the club. There was no reason or ulterior motive. You simply wanted to let loose. You knew Namjoon wouldn't like it. He wasn't smothering, he let you make your own decisions and do what you want, but his disapproving and worried looks always cut you deep.

You knew it all came from a place of concern. He always told you how thankful he was that he was with you that night. But, you always fit a pit of guilt in your stomach. Namjoon nearly died because of you. There was no way you were going to let that happen again.

You'd changed into something sexier before leaving the office, leaving your office clothes in your desk drawer. You always kept an extra set there any way in case you needed to pull an all nighter at the office. It was rare you got to go out and enjoy yourself on a Friday night and you already felt the contentment rising in you as you approached the club and heard the rhythmic thud of bass.

This particular club wasn't one with a line of people which was why you chose it. There was no wait. You could get in and out easily and without fuss. When you didn't get to do things like this often, you wanted to truly get to do them.

It wasn't long until you lost yourself. In the crowd. In the music. In your thoughts. Or rather, lack thereof. This is why people liked clubbing and loud music. It drowned out your worries. Everything became a constant hum in the back of your skull, where, for once, you could ignore it.

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Namjoon had suspicions. It started when no fruit stayed ripe around you. The way that the microwave always sparked when you tried to make popcorn. And no matter what you did, it always ended up just a little too burnt. Nothing you did was ever quite right, but never quite wrong.

He always found his way to you whether he wanted to or not. It was as if the particles in his body were attracted to yours. Recognized them like their reflection. You got into a car accident two years ago and Namjoon had left work early that day, having felt an aching in his lower stomach. Fearing appendicitis, his supervisor sent him home.

He'd walked a block when he came upon it. You were sitting on the sidewalk, your hands pulling at the roots of your hair and your feet pointed towards each other. Something caused you to look up then. Namjoon wondered if you had the same uncanny sense he did, if you could put together when the other was in peril. When you saw him, your arms came around him and your shaking body burrowed into his for warmth.

When he was eighteen and you were seventeen, the two of you briefly shared an apartment. Namjoon had started taking classes at the university and you were in your senior year. While your dad had left everything to you--you were all he had--you sold the house a year after your dad died, unable to live there alone.

You'd come home one night after a basketball game. Namjoon always encouraged you to go, wanting you to feel like a normal high schooler. Though, while he was well intentioned, the efforts were ultimately fraught. You'd left at halftime because you think the concession stand hot dog made you sick.

Yet, when you came home. You found Joon spread out on the couch, bottles of alcohol spread around him like the crime scene markers around your dad's body. He'll never forget the light touches on his shoulder, then forehead, then bicep. The way it reminded him of feeling just a little too warm on a winter's night, pleasantly so.

His feet brought him to the entrance of the club and his heart sped up. You never came to places like this, but Namjoon knew you had the secret desire to. You'd always loved to dance even though you weren't particularly skilled at it. He walked inside, loitering at the edges of the dancefloor.

Namjoon had to keep himself from sneering at the sweaty bodies and couples dry humping each other. He never really understood the appeal of clubs. His eyes flit across the crowd, spotting your hair first. Even though you'd worked all day, you looked beautiful still. Your hair a little frizzier than usual and he recognized the tiredness in the way your moved your body to the bet. It wasn't lazy exactly, but it didn't have the same gusto as some of the others around you.

He wondered if his feeling had been off. Maybe he was just too on edge lately because Outlier had gone so silent. There was a parasite in the back of his mind that fed him anxieties. Was he planning something big? Had he finally figured out to build the bomb he wanted to? Was he committing lower level crimes Namjoon wasn't privy to? Did he know about you?

Watching you dance, he shook his head. You weren't in any danger. It was just in his head this time. Turning with his hands in his pockets, he took two steps towards the door of the club when he looked back and caught a glimpse of your smile. It was rare these days and not something he wanted to ruin with his worries.

With a small smile of his own, Namjoon left.

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You ended the night at around two a.m. You'd had two drinks, not enough to make you stumble out on the sidewalk, but enough to make you feel like you were. Taking off your heels, you gripped them in your fingers as you walked back towards your place. The walk should take fifteen minutes, but in your current state, you found yourself sauntering along as if the streets of Metropolis were perfectly safe in the wee hours of the morning.

If it were not for the alcohol in your system, maybe you would've sensed the presence behind you. Maybe you would've seen the dark shadow lingering behind you for the last two blocks. It wasn't until a hand clamped over your mouth, the other clamped around your jaw to prevent you from biting down on your abductor's fingers.

It was then you tasted it on your tongue. The rough, bleached taste of fabric. Something mildly sweet. Like laughing gas at the dentist.

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Namjoon prided himself on his intuition. When you called him the night your father died, he almost ignored it. Nearly blinded by his teenage jealousy, it was a small pain in his stomach that made him answer his phone and rush to you that night.

He had the same pain now. Just below his ribs this time, he rubbed his fingers along the cotton of his button down as he glanced at your dark, empty office. You hadn't come in for work this morning. No one heard from you last night or this morning. And, despite this being unlike you, no one else seemed concerned.

You'd gained a reputation for your independence and ability to take care of yourself. You hardly ever asked for help--and while your own mind tended to think that an admirable trait--it only made Namjoon's mind race more. However, this made everyone else go about their day.

A half hour later Namjoon stood in his boss' office. "I'm not feeling well. Would it be all right if I took the rest of the day off?"

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When you came to, you immediately noticed the lack of rough rope around your wrists or ankles. When you opened your eyes, however, you noticed the white cuffs floating half an inch from your skin. One cuff circled each wrist and another two around each ankle. You knew enough about how Outlier operated to know about these.

First seen in his second major hostage situation following your father's death, these cuffs did not touch the skin. But, if the hostage moves or tries to escape and their skin brushes the edge of the cuff, the invisible antimatter will attack the matter rich skin, flesh, and bone.

The first hostage to have worn these cuffs lost a hand before she understood how they worked. Now, Outlier gained easy compliance with even just the threat of his antimatter cuffs.

"Ah, so you've heard of them?"

Outlier sat across the room. HIs diamond slit mask shrouded in the shadows of the dimly lit room. It made your heartbeat easier knowing he still wore the mask. It meant he didn't plan on killing you. At least, not yet.

"You know--" Outlier paused, a soft lilt in his voice that annoyed you. Normally, the sort of singsong quality he had would make you flutter your lashes at him across the bar. Outlier's voice though, sounded like a children's song slowed down and played backward. "The technology for those cuffs I developed from some of your dad's research."

He stood up, moving closer. "The ability to suspend antimatter around a given object using the only gas in our world that antimatter cannot destroy. Quite brilliant, really."

As a teenager, you really did not know much about your father's research beyond its main goal: make the world better using the one thing that could destroy it. Your father had seen success in his lifetime. The use of antimatter in some medical technology aided the treatment of cancer and detecting major illnesses. It had saved lives.

You'd looked over a bit of your father's surviving research, of course. The things you had mainly consisted of experiment notes, a few crude sketches, and one report about a failed experiment. Nothing of value, really. It's why you always brushed off Namjoon's worries that Outlier would come back for it. What did you have that he would want?

"I imagine you know why you're here." Outlier was now only a few feet away and he leaned leisurely against the wall as if he were an old friend visiting your new apartment.

"No, I--"

"But, my assistant has something they want from you first."

Your head turned to the darkness in front of you from where Outlier had originally come. You made out the figure of another man. Smaller in stature, he shuffled slowly into the dim light. He didn't wear a mask, his hair falling into his eyes.

"My report," he said, his voice hesitant, almost scared. If you didn't know any better you'd believe he was the one being held hostage by Outlier. "Do you have it?"

"Your report?" Your brow furrowed as you thought about the one report you had. It detailed only the attempt to create an anti-oxygen particle. "I-I don't think so."

The air in the room became stuffy. Outlier seemed not to believe you, his arms crossed. You had no idea who Outlier's assistant was, but you were certain that whatever experiment he was a part of, your father would never have done something to make this man resent him. You almost wished you had the report.

"My assistant, you see," Outlier began in his singsong voice. "Suffers from a particular ailment brought on by one of your father's experiments. It tends to leave people, breathless. Isn't that right, Yoongi?"

The other man--Yoongi--glared at his supervillain boss. Something turned in your stomach. Yoongi didn't appear to be overly loyal to Outlier. Maybe he would be your key to getting out of this.

"Well, that was merely a favor. His report was never recovered and I thought there was a chance you may have it. But, now onto the real reason I've brought you here."Outlier crouched down, coming face to face with you. "Now, for an experiment of my own."

From his jacket pocket, he pulled out a short rod. Holding it above your bindings, the cuff fell limp and motionless against your wrist. You nearly flinched, worried it would begin cutting through the skin. But, it didn't.

Despite his mask, Outlier's form seemed to perk up at that. As if he had the first evidence that his hypothesis was true. With his thick, black gloves, that you were assumed were made of antimatterium--an element created by your father to make the handling of antimatter safer--Outlier slipped the ring off your wrist.

Reaching pack into his pocket, he pulled out a new ring and placed it around your wrist. It looked identical to the last, white, vaguely metallic with a visible field of matter--or possibly antimatter--surrounding it. Stretching it over your hand, he slipped it around your wrist.

"It should only take a few minutes."

Outlier stood back up.

"What's the point of this?" you asked, becoming more frustrated that nothing was happening. You knew you should be thankful you are still alive. It would be easy enough to kill you and rummage through your apartment for whatever he wants. Yet, for some reason, he refrained.

"I imagine you can figure that out on your own." Outlier watched the ring around your wrist carefully. "My biggest foe can only have a mind that rivals my own."

Biggest foe? Your mind turned over the possible meanings of his words until it clicked. "You think I'm Antimatter Man?"

Outlier didn't flinch. "Of course."

You laughed. You couldn't help yourself. While you'd never come to face to face with Antimatter Man himself, it was obvious that the superhero was easily many inches taller than you and his shoulders were easily the entire length of one of your arms.

"Me? Of all people?"

"It would make some sense, wouldn't it? Very few people survive the blast from an antimatter bomb. And those that do often acquire certain--capabilities."

You shook your head. "But, I'm not the only one who survived, Nam--"

You were interrupted by the sound of Outlier's surprise as well as the sound of banging from outside the room. Yoongi--who hadn't been paying attention--suddenly popped his head up and glanced towards the door to your left. With so many things happening at once, you chose to only focus on where Outlier's eyes went.

The ring around your wrist had begun to crumble like cheese. Bits falling off as they became too heavy or lost their support. Squinting your eyes you wondered how this was possible. You didn't get a chance to hop on your train of thought before the door burst open.

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Antimatter Man burst into the room. He never wore a specific costume like superheroes were often penchant to do. Normally, he just wore an all black ensemble and a mask, obscuring most of his face. A hat usually then kept his hair hidden, beyond the tiny wisps of light brown you saw peeking out from underneath.

"Let her go," he said, his voice matter of fact and deep and familiar.

Outlier--to his credit--did seem genuinely surprised. Though, he bounced back quickly, ordering Yoongi to shut the door. The other man did so slowly and pathetically, letting it scrape against the splintered hardwood floor.

"Hmm, well, it would seem your presence here would confirm that my original hypothesis was wrong." A pause and he points down at you. "But I may have a new one."

For some reason, it took you this long to put together that you were destroyed the ring imprisoning your left wrist. Why hadn't the first one crumbled into nothingness like this?

"That ring is made of matter. Like most things in our universe. However, it is designed to crumble when it detects antimatter energy. She produces antimatter energy. Probably in small amounts which is why she and the world haven't destroyed each other yet." He looks back at Antimatter Man who's dark eyes are flitting between you and the villain. "Much like you, my nemesis. You destroy all antimatter you come into contact with through the latent production of pure matter. You really should correct the press on the name, you know?"

Your mind swirled. You created latent antimatter? Did this explain why everything in your life with a timespan seemed to die or wilt quicker than usual? Why people found you just slightly off?

"She has the potential to be my greatest weapon. If I can harness the antimatter inside of her. Determine whatever is producing it, I would no longer need to spend weeks producing such tiny amounts." You were certain that if his mask was off, his face would be lit up like a child's. His hand reached for yours and he pulled you up off the ground. The cuffs shifted with you since both you and the antimatter cuffs were under his control. Would they even work on you though?

Outlier held your back against his chest. It surprised you how much he felt like a normal man. Of course, that's all he was in the grand scheme of it all. Outlier was nothing more than a man desperate for something.

"No!" Antimatter Man sounded almost desperate. "Don't hurt her! She's been through enough. She didn't ask for it. She didn't even know about it. Please just let her go. I'll--" You can also hear the thoughts turning in his mind. "You can have me instead."

Your eyes went wide. Antimatter Man seldom placed himself directly into Outlier's hands. He was known for foiling the villain's plans remotely, sometimes even not showing up to the scene. And, even when they did come face to face, it was usually brief. What made this so different? What made you different?

Also, why did he talk like he knew you? Sure, your story had been in the papers a long time ago? You occasionally met a stranger who would recognize your name, but it was becoming less and less common with every passing year. How did Antimatter Man know you?

Outlier's grip on you tightened. One of his hands reached down for your wrist and held it up. Taking hold of the cuff, he brought it within millimeters of your skin.

"Now, let's be civilized about this. If you were truly worried about this girl because of her past, you wouldn't have let me take her in the first place."

Antimatter Man gulped. His body was stiff and his hands opened and closed. It reminded you of how Namjoon kept a stress ball in his desk drawer for whenever he had a stressful day. He'd squeeze and release it a few times in time with his breaths, getting out of his head.

"Yoongi," Antimatter Man said, his breath tickling the shell of your ear. "Open the back door for me would you?"

Yoongi didn't move. His gaze was hard, but not in a way that felt piercing or like he was looking through you. He was thinking.

"Yoongi," the villain said again.

Yoongi didn't move.

Antimatter Man took the opportunity and lunged. It was a risk. The cuffs still encircled one wrist and both your ankles. As you fell backward, it felt as if the world moved in slow motion, you watched your wrist fling back, hitting the ring of the cuff and bounce back, completely unharmed.

You land on Outlier's chest, but his grip on you loosened. You got up but immediately felt your legs give out. Someone caught you and you looked up to see Yoongi looking down at you. He didn't speak, or really show any expression beyond motioning to the back of the room where there was a door concealed within the wall. Likely, this was the back door Outlier wanted him to open earlier.

Even though Yoongi was working with Outlier, you felt like you were free. Something told you he was helping you. The man obviously did not swear much loyalty to the villain. You reached and pulled the cuffs off, causing Yoongi's eyes to widen and you felt his arms waver as you tossed them in Outlier's direction, hoping one would at least chink his antimatter protective armor.

Someone winced. And you recognized it. It was the same pain you heard that night when the bomb went off and you felt Namjoon's body wrap around yours. When he woke up in the hospital and you couldn't help but hug him, forgetting he had multiple broken ribs. Even in his pain, he didn't stop you.

"Oh my God."

You wrestled out of Yoongi's grasp. Outlier--seemingly not really wanting to fight--ran as soon as Antimatter Man fell to the ground. The cuff had sliced through his clothes and a gash opened on his leg. You crouched next to him and reached for the gash, applying as much pressure as possible

"It's not as bad as it looks. It'll heal by tomorrow."

You looked up at him and met his eyes. It was him. It had to be. You reached up for the edge of the mask. He didn't stop you, his dark eyes watching your hand as you reached up and revealed his identity.

Namjoon.

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