#i have nightmares about her tantrums and her yelling

[st4rb3rr13s]

Dad Eren headcanons

Idk some headcanons.

I decided to get rid of this draft sorry it’s short mls💕

When Eren first becomes a dad…HELP HIM PLEASE 😭😭 hes so scared he’s going to hurt the child in some type of way. But honestly…he’s so good with children. When Zeke had kids they’d always beg, I mean BEG Zeke to let them stay with Eren, even the shy kids would be all over Eren.

Ofc Eren’s kids are gonna be all over him, BUT especially if you two had a girl. BABYYYY THAT GIRL IS ALL OVER HER DAD!! She would need to be touching him in some way like holding his hand, sitting on his lap, ANYTHING. When Eren has to go to work, she’d be sad, walking around the house and playing with her toys all cold. She was more introverted and quiet than Eren, but she was so sweet so it didn’t matter.

But if you had a son…let’s just say Eren and him would be fighting. Your son clung to you always. He would stick his tongue out whenever his dad tried to come near, throw tantrums if Eren kissed you. He’d be hot tempered and storm off if you got mad at him for something, making you and Eren have to look for him. Just a bad little kid. (Of course he got it from Eren himself.)

If you two had a 3rd child…THAT CHILD WOULD CAUSE CHAOS!! You think your son is bad, doesn’t matter if you had a boy or girl that child would be going crazy in the house. Breaking stuff, drawing on walls, trying to eat every and anything, eating Eren and Your’s paperwork, just everything their NOT supposed to be doing.

Eren would want your child to play a sport, because he’s so into sports he just wished for that. He would definitely coach your child’s sports team, ESPECIALLY if it was basketball or football. Eren would be a little harder on his child, but he just wants to see them succeed.

If your child doesn’t want to play a sport, rather instruments or dance, Eren would be at every recital. He’d be watching from the crowd, whistling, loudly clapping, even maybe screaming that’s my kid (at the first recital.) the second one he’d be optimistic, but he found some sense. (Mama Carla pinched his ear after he started yelling.)

Eren would be the cool dad. Buying your kids ice cream before dinner, eating candy til both their stomach hurts, watching movies they shouldn’t, just everything he’s NOT supposed to do. Honestly he wouldn’t even try, it’s just in him to not care that much about stuff like that?? Which always gets him in trouble by you, because now your kids aren’t hungry for dinner or have to take a day off school or having nightmares.

Eren’s the cool parent all your child’s friends love. They’d call him EJ, for short, and love to talk to him about sports, fun activities, or advice. Eren’s always there for a listening ear and would do anything to help their child’s friends.

Hope you enjoyed♡

[damiansgoodgirll]

Hello, I came across your post for Damian Priest requests, and thought I'd drop by and make one.

If it isn't too much trouble, can you do Damian Priest being protective of the reader after they were injured? The reader nicknames him Harbinger of Doom in response to a nickname he calls the reader. Angst/Fluff. (I'm a sucker for a fluffy ending). It doesn't matter which version of Priesty it is. He's awesome through it all lol.

damian priest x reader

i’m so sorry i had no idea of how to use the nickname :(( i hope you like it anyway!

nothing to prove

being the youngest and the last member of the judgment day had its pros a cons. you loved how everyone cared about you, especially a cute guy named damian. you and him bonded immediately and even if it started as a simple and cute friendship, everyone knew that you were in love with him.

and everyone knew that he was in love with you.

you were the official couple in the squad, making the fans going crazy everytime you teased each other on live television.

the constant flirting and stolen kisses were enough for the fans to start calling you “mom and dad” and even if it seemed a little weird at first you ended up loving it.

but despite everyone loving you, you started to hate how they all became protective of you. you didn’t matter damian or rhea - mostly damian - throwing a tantrum everytime you got slightly injured, it was cute how he was protecting you but overtime you got bored and even if you told him that, he never stopped doing so.

one special night turned to be a living nightmare.

you were so happy to have your own match against zoey stark. you two were friends but you knew how she could get everytime she was wrestling. she would be brutal and she wouldn’t care if she played dirty, as long as she gets the win, everything is fine to her.

and that’s what she did.

it wasn’t supposed to go like that, you were supposed to win, it was an easy match but of course she played dirty and she slightly injured your back. but the constant hits on your shoulders and back made it hurt more that you could barely stand. you just wanted the match to end so you rapidly tap out, just to end everything.

you were in too much pain that you didn’t even hear rhea attacking zoey and damian kneeling in front of inside the ring.

“you’re crazy!” you slightly heard rhea yelling “i’m gonna make you pay for this” and you knew she wasn’t kidding. she was your best friend and even if that was all a play, you were injured for rhea and that was something she couldn’t forgive.

“mi amor are you okay? estas bien?” damian asked in a whisper.

your back was killing you and your head was spinning. even the fans realised something was wrong when they saw how you couldn’t even move nor stand.

you only felt damian scooping you up in his arms and taking you to get checked. your head was hurting and when damian laid you on the bed you drifted off. tired and in pain.

when you regain consciousness you watched in the small tv inside the locker room how rhea was attacking zoey and how damian was doing nothing to stop her.

referees were trying to stop her but they couldn’t get her away from zoey. damian was laughing and teasing her in spanish.

you didn’t want that to happen. you knew zoey overstepped but that was your business, not theirs. damian was only protecting you but he was acting crazy and you couldn’t handle it anymore so you violently turned off the tv and threw the remote somewhere in the room.

you waited patiently for their feud to be over so you could talk to damian - no, so you could scream at damian for his childish behaviour.

he definitely didn’t expect to see you awake but what he also didn’t expect was to see your pissed look.

“are you okay hermosa?” he slowly started walking towards the couch you decided to sit on.

“don’t come closer damian…”

“what? are you okay?” he asked a little worried.

“you gotta explain why you went all crazy on zoey…that was none of your business” you said. you were clearly still in pain and having a fight right now wasn’t the greatest idea you ever had but you needed to speak with him.

“why? the way your face looks in pain is the reason i went all crazy on her…” he tried to keep his tone low, as he hated fighting with you.

“i know but that wasn’t your business…i could have handled her”

“oh, could you ?” he said back probably too fast.

that was low, even for him.

“i didn’t mean it like that…” he immediately apologised but if you were pissed before, now you were completely mad.

“you know what? i can handle her and i can handle myself, i have nothing to prove, especially not to you damian so if you think i’m not good enough, you can leave…” you knew you were hurting him but his words already hurt you.

“i get it, you’re mad…you’re mad because i overstepped and i shouldn’t have…but i was here backstage watching you crying in pain and knowing that i couldn’t do anything for you was killing me. it took everything in rhea’s power to hold me back from running to you when she first hit your back, knowing that she shouldn’t have…” he started explaining himself and truth be told, you couldn’t stay mad at him for longer than 10 minutes “…i was scared when i saw you almost paralyzed inside the ring…and everything i told her was because she deserved it, i don’t care if she’s your friend, she shouldn’t have done that, so yeah maybe i’m too protective of you but it’s because i love you and i can’t fucking stand seeing you hurt and in pain” he slowly knelt in front of you, taking your hands into his bigger ones “i know you can handle yourself and you proved it so many times now, but if there’s a way i can protect you from getting hurt, i might get hurt from trying princess…” he whispered, bringing your hands to his lips.

you even forgot why you were mad in the first place “you would really get hurt for me?”

“i would take a hundred of bullets for you, i gotta protect what’s mine…” he slowly teased you.

“so i’m yours…”

“from the moment i saw you in the gym training with rhea” he helped you standing up “now…we’re gonna get you checked one more time and when you’re all clear to go, i’m gonna take you back to the hotel and we’re gonna have a very nice and cozy night in…just me and you” he proposed and you nodded.

happy that someone was there to take care of you, and that the person was damian himself.

[neonghostlights]

hey angel ! do you think you could write an eddiexreader about maybe powered!reader (like el) and eddie hanging out & maybe she has a nightmare and is crying & the lights r flickering so he thinks she’s getting vecnad 😭💗😭

I LOVE this request. I’ve been wanting to write something with a powered!reader for a while. I wish I had the capacity to turn this into a series. Thank you for the request!!

Warnings: mean!Eddie (he does have a reason), nightmares, blood, death, Vecna, hurt/no comfort (I literally have their whole love story planned out in my head though) 18+ only, minors DNI

Wordcount: 1.9k

Turn On The Lights

Sleeping had been hard lately. 

You think that maybe it was the change of location after being locked in a small joke of a bedroom in the lab. Or maybe it was the fact that you weren’t having sleeping pills shoved down your throat every night after years of taking them. 

Life has changed a lot since you escaped Nina with El. 

You were surprised to see her there after all, assuming that 001 had killed her like he did everyone else in the Hawkins lab when he had his massive temper tantrum. 

In the midst of the chaos, you and Kali had the chance to get out and run to New York. If you had known there was anyone left to save then you would have taken El with you. Maybe then she shouldn’t have the weight of the world resting on her young shoulders.  

You were with Kali and your little group of misfit friends for a while before you and Kali decided to go your separate ways over some creative differences. 

You ran into some trouble and got caught again, landing yourself right back into the arms of the people you were trying your hardest to stay away from. 

But that was the past, and now you were currently sitting cross legged on Eddie Munsons bed. 

He was on the other side of the room at his desk in his brand new government supplied trailer, flipping through a magazine that you knew for a fact he wasn’t reading. 

He wasn’t even pretending to skim the page. 

Eddie was always weird around you. From the second you stepped out of the back of Argyle’s smelly van and into his hospital room he shied away from you. 

You didn’t really understand why. 

It reminded you of your time in the lab. Since you were 003, you were older than most of the group. There had been large gaps before Papa had gotten his science right and started producing more little weapons wrapped in baby blankets. 

There was never really anyone to play with. 

But now you are an adult that was no longer in the hands of seedy scientists and were facing the same treatment you had growing up from a grown man that was nice to everyone else but you. 

The rest of the group were nice enough to you. Robin even complimented your shaved head once. Nancy let you have some of her old clothes. And El was becoming a true sister to you. 

Eddie sighed, and you looked over at him, something that you usually avoided doing because he would shoot you dirty looks. 

Like he was doing now that he noticed you staring at him. 

“Can I help you?” He asked, in a tone that made you think that he actually didn’t want to help you. 

“Do you need something for the pain?” You asked, sweet as sugar. 

“No,” he snapped before looking back down at what he was pretending to read. 

You didn’t miss the way he eyed the glass of water he had left on his bedside table longingly.

You lifted your hand, hoping to get into his good graces by getting him what he needed before he could even ask. You felt the pressure and power flowing through you as you lifted the glass of water off of his nightstand with your mind, letting it float towards him across the room. 

As it got closer to Eddie, you noticed the thunderous expression on his face instead of the wide eyed wonder or gratefulness you would have expected. 

“Don’t!” He yelled, snatching the water from the air so hard that it sloshed onto the carpet. 

“Don’t what?” You stuttered out, confused as to what you did wrong. 

“Don’t do that shit in my house,” he demanded through clenched teeth. 

He started to get up, like he wanted to storm out. But his body protested against his movements.

“Okay, okay,” you said, trying to calm him down. You didn’t dare get closer to him. “I won’t do it again. I’m sorry.” 

You watched as the redness slowly started to creep from his face and he leaned back into his chair. There was a slight tremble in his body as he gripped the arms of the chair tightly. 

Yeah, he really didn’t like you. Your presence was enough to make him this angry. 

You were so embarrassed that you could cry. You felt your face start to heat and you turned your head, hiding your face into the sleeve of your sweatshirt. 

It was your turn to sigh as you laid back and rested your head on the bed. Hope he wouldn’t mind you using his pillow. Maybe he would yell at you for breathing too loud too. 

You weren’t even supposed to be here right now. Everyone was busy and Wayne had a last minute shift at the plant meaning you were the only adult here to babysit Eddie. 

You laughed a little to yourself silently, knowing how mad he would be if you suggested you were babysitting him. 

Eddie didn’t need a whole lot of help anymore. It was mostly just making sure he didn’t fall, pull a stitch, and stayed on top of his medication. 

Honestly, you were surprised he didn’t try to chase you out of the room with one of his crutches as soon as you sat down on his bed. 

You stared up at his ceiling, your eyelids growing a little bit heavier. 

One second you were lying on Eddie Munsons messy bed and  the next you were on the thin cot of your cell in the lab. The white textured paint of his bedroom ceiling turned into a hard metal. 

You sat up quickly and the room spun. 

You had dreamed that you escaped again and this time you had conjured up a long haired man. 

You weren’t expecting to feel sad that Eddie Munson didn’t exist but there was an ache in your gut that felt like longing. It was the feeling you had when you thought about finding a home you would never have or living the normal life of someone that was in their twenties. 

Your brain was a traitor. It allowed you to have a little taste of freedom just to snatch it away from you. Even if your freedom in Hawkins wasn’t as glamorous as you had imagined, it was still something. 

You crossed the room, heading towards the large door. It would be locked. It always was until the guards opened it for the morning. 

To your surprise, it creaked open slowly before you could even reach it. You stood there confused, unsure if it was some sort of test. Sometimes the guards would get bored and mess with you. Of course you were never let in on these practical jokes. 

When you didn’t hear any laughter you stepped out of the room and into the empty hallway. 

It was always so dark in this lab compared to the one in Hawkins since this one was underground. There were lights overhead, but they flickered and buzzed like they would go out at any second. 

You could feel the weak energy pouring from them. They would be easy to control if the thing in your neck wasn’t dampening your powers. 

Now, anyone else would see the lack of guards and scientists as a win. But you had always thrived on routines. 

And you really wanted your breakfast. 

“Hello?!” You called down the hallway, waiting for someone to realize the mistake. 

But no one answered. There wasn’t even the echo of footsteps or chatter. Sounds had always echoed and traveled easily throughout the bunker.

The only sound was a constant drip. 

You walked down the hallway that you knew would lead to a makeshift command center. Someone would be there to yell at you about being out of your cell too early. 

You reached the end of the hall, hand on the door and threw it open. 

But it wasn’t the command center anymore. 

You were back in the rainbow room at the Hawkins lab.

And there were bodies everywhere. 

You stumbled, your back hitting the now closed and locked door behind you. There was so much blood it dripped from the walls and hit the ground in continuous splats.  

You couldn’t help the blood curdling scream that escaped your lips when you recognized the faces on the bodies around you. 

All of the friends you had made in Hawkins were sprawled across the room. 

Including Eddie. 

The lights over your head cracked and exploded as you screamed, turning and banging on the door and begging to be let out. 

The sound of the intercom crackled to life but you ignored it, trying to pry the metal door open with your fingers. 

“Wake up,” a voice over the intercom spoke. 

“Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up.”

You screamed again, using your powers to knock the door off the hinges in one blow. 

You fell into the hallway and woke up in Eddie’s bed with a gasp. 

He had both of his hands on your shoulder, mid shake. His face hovered over yours with a look of concern. 

Your lungs ached, a telltale sign that you had been holding your breath. You wiped a bead of sweat from running down your face. When the hell had it gotten so hot in there?

“I-I’m sorry,” you choked out, tears streaming down your face. “I had a bad dream again.” 

“Has that been happening a lot? I mean do you think he-”

“No. He can’t get in my head. I would know,” you said with a shake of your head. You didn’t know if that was true or not but you would like to think you would know 001’s presence. 

Eddie pushed away from you as he sat on the side of the bed. You noticed now that his crutches were left on the other side of the room. It was probably hell for him to drag himself over to you in a hurry. 

He was shaking, hand running through his hair repeatedly. His breath trembled as he tried to slow it down but you couldn’t miss the unmistakable panic on his face. 

“Eddie, I’m fine,” you sat up and scooted next to him, making sure not to touch him. 

“The fucking lights were flickering and I thought-I thought it was happening again,” he said with a broken voice. 

You nodded solemnly. You had heard all about what happened to Chrissy Cunningham at Eddie’s previous home in Forest Hills Trailer Park. 

“It’s not you, you know?” He explained without you asking. “I don’t think that you’re a bad person, it's just what you can do that scares me. And if you would have told me all of this months ago I would have thought you were the coolest person but now.” He shook his head with a scowl. “Now that I’ve seen what Vecna can do and knowing that you can do the same things as him. I just can’t be your friend. I don’t trust you and I want you to stay away from me.”

You felt your eyes start to water as you absorbed what he was telling you.

He didn’t like what you were. 

He didn’t like what they made you. 

You nodded, standing quickly from the bed and wiping your eyes.

“I understand,” you told him as you went to leave the room. You paused in his doorway for a moment. 

“All I ask is that you don’t treat my sister like you treat me.”

You knew he wouldn’t be mean to her. He had been nothing but kind towards El and all of the kids. 

You went to wait on the couch, crying alone until Wayne came home. 

You didn’t see Eddie anymore before you left. 

[peachesofteal]

Alone

Chapter 1. Part eight of the Sassy series.

Simon Riley/female reader 2.1k words - AO3 Warnings-tags: 18+ Minors DNI (no smut but this fic has mature themes) PTSD, angst, brief reference to torture, relationship issues, soft dad Simon. You're empty handed and alone.

The sound of the second hand clicks repeatedly in the silence of the room, the tick- tick- tick- filling the dead air as you blink at the woman who sits in an armchair diagonally across from you, leather bound notebook spread open on her knee, fancy pen relaxed in her grip.

“And how have you been sleeping?”

“Fine.” You answer, and she gives you a raised eyebrow in response. You’re still uncomfortable in this room, this chair, this situation, but it’s begun to feel more routine now, although no less invasive. It always feels like she’s got you under a microscope, the pen digging around in your brain, rifling through the images of your nightmares and sweat soaked sheets, the terror from your dreams hard to distinguish from the reality of your memories.  

“How about your son? How old is he again?” The mention of Theo distracts you and makes your heart feel warm, the image of his smiling, giggling face pulling your own lips at the corners.

“He’s a happy, perfect little boy. Just turned four.” The doctor scribbles something down, and you shift in your seat. “Starts primary school next year.”

“Is he in nursery school?” Nursery school. You always forgot they don’t call it pre-k here.

“He is, yes. Loves it. Makes friends easily.”

“Any changes to his mood or behaviors?”

“No. I mean he has his outbursts. Tantrums, but it’s all normal kid stuff.” Silence falls over the office again. The minute hand moves like molasses towards your goal, three in the afternoon, and you casually sneak a glance at your watch, hoping maybe the office clock is slow.

“We still have ten minutes, Mrs. Riley, unless you want to call it here?” Shit. You grimace apologetically, trying to shrug it off.

“Sorry, I just ah… forgot I have to pick something up down the street, before I grab Theo from school.” You lie without a batting an eye and watch as she scribbles something else into her notebook.

“Very well. We can add the extra time on next week, if you’d like?” No. 

“Sure, that’d be great. Thank you.”

You stand with your hands shoved in your pockets, toeing a crack in the sidewalk while you wait for the front doors to burst open with excited faces, when kids will sprint headfirst into the arms of their caregivers, parents, nannies, or whoever.

Step on a crack. 

Your phone buzzes with a text message, the second one from the restricted number to come through in the last hour. You ignore it.

Break your mother’s back. 

“Mum!” Theo’s squeal breaks through the haze of the afternoon, and you look up to see him skipping down the stairs, carefully, before breaking into a run, little red backpack bouncing behind him.

“Bug!” you settle on a knee, arms open to give him a hug. His heart beats like a hummingbird in your embrace before he pulls away, babbling a mile a minute, enthusiasm spilling over about the singing rhyme they learned today.

“head, sh-woulders… knees an’ and toes!” He shrieks, stomping his feet with glee. You curl your hand around his for the walk home, and he chatters up to you, announcing the timeline of his day and casually calling out the colors and sizes of things that you pass. You press him into your hip on the far side, away from the road, casually scanning the street with every glance. Every face, every set of eyes that looks up or over at the two of you has your own narrowing, your fingers itching, your brain calculating. You tally every vehicle, count every body, all while keeping Theo’s little hand firmly in yours and nodding along to the story he’s telling you about his favorite activity from this afternoon. A block over, a man is yelling on the other side of the street into a cellphone, and a car is idling on the right. A woman hurries by the two of you with her head down, and a group of older kids from school are laughing and joking around where they’re huddled on the sidewalk ahead.

The world shudders and shakes around you, your vision vibrating around the edges for a moment before your phone buzzes in your pocket, and you release the breath you’ve been holding through your nose.

“Mum?” Theo tugs. You blink, and then smooth a palm over his head.

“Sorry baby. What do you want for dinner?”

You’re mid dinner cleanup when the doorbell rings, and you press your fingernails into your palms.

“DAD!” Theo screams, and sprints to the door in his socks, feet slipping against the polished wood floor.

“Hey, don’t run in the house!” You yell after him, but it’s no use. There’d need to be an earthquake to keep him from his dad at this point. He stands on his tip toes, trying to reach the door handle, and you lean over him to help, twisting the knob and pulling it wide.

“DADDY!” he screams, again.

“There’s my big lad.” Simon chuckles, and he bends down as he pulls the balaclava off, wrapping a giant arm around your baby’s back and pulling him up into his arms. Simon buries his face against Theo’s, eyes slamming shut as soon as he makes contact. He doesn’t move from the doorway, just stands there, holding his son as tightly as he can without hurting him. When he relaxes a bit, Theo wraps his arms around his dad’s neck, laying his head down onto his shoulder. Sweet, angel boy, you think as you watch the two of them.

“Hey, Sass.” Simon clears his throat, and you give him a nod, fingers tightly interlocked with one another.

“Hey.” You mutter. He closes the door, checking the lock while still holding Theo to his body, strong hand pressed to his back. Theo pushes against his chest, hand coming up to pat his cheek gently, face full of love and wonder as he stares up at his dad. You draw a deep breath and hold it for a long few seconds before releasing. “Theo, it’s going to be bedtime soon but there’s time for a book, if you want?”

“Daddy can read me a story?” Theo asks, eyes wide and hopeful. Simon places the boy on his feet, and you bend to brush some wispy bangs out of his face and give him a kiss on his cheek.

“Yeah baby. Daddy can read to you tonight.”

“Say goodnight to mum.” Simon instructs, and Theo wraps himself around your leg while you press another kiss to his forehead, an extra for good measure.

“Night, baby. I love you.”

“Luh you.” He says, but he’s already pulling away, a hand outstretched towards where Simon stands a few feet away, studying a blank spot on the floor. Theo latches onto him, trying to drag him down the hall and up to his room, stumbling over words trying to fill his dad in on everything he’s been doing. Simon gives him soft replies, the deep gravel of his voice drifting up the stairs as they creak under his feet. You disappear back into the kitchen, lungs burning with the new breath that you’re holding, and your hands find the soapy water of the sink again, dipping beneath the surface for the sponge, scrubbing and scraping the pot that you used earlier clean, over and over until the stainless gleams and your fingers start to prune.

“I want you to talk to me.” Simon pleads, a hand on the edge of the doorframe. 

“I don’t know what you want me to say, Si. I’m tired.” Your voice is low, a whispered attempt to avoid waking Theo. He looks over your shoulder to where the guest bed sits, before he finds your eyes again. 

“Please. Come to bed. Our bed.” You shake your head back and forth violently, and his hand reaches out for you. “Let me hold you, please Sass, I-"

“Stop it.” You hiss.  

You scrub the pot a little harder, the steel wool biting into the skin of your hand.

“You know what happens next, right?” The man smiles in your face, dirty teeth and bad breath nearly making you gag. He holds your head up by your hair, your scalp screaming when he tightens his fist. The blood crusted knife in his left-hand glints underneath the single, dim light that hangs from the ceiling. You close your eyes. 

Your skin is soft from the water in the sink, and the wool digs deeper, metal scraping against metal the only sound outside of your labored breathing. The pot is perfect and shiny now, restored to its former glory, but you don't stop. 

“I don’t want this.” He says, following you down the hall. You laugh bitterly. 

“It’s always about what you want, isn’t it.” You spit in response, and he pulls up short, steps faltering to a stop behind you. He says something softly, something under his breath that you can’t make out before you duck into Theo’s room, emptying the dirty laundry bin into your basket. A sob tries to force itself through your mouth, the pressure in your body nearly erupting when you cover your mouth with your palm and scream. 

The wool grates against your fingers uncomfortably, pulling you out from your own mind. You busy yourself with mindless things, putting the plates away and loading the drying rack, folding the dish towels and wiping down the stove. All meaningless tasks serving as a distraction, anything to take your mind off the fact that Simon is upstairs right now, probably holding Theo in his arms, kissing him goodnight and telling him how much he loves him. Your chest aches, and you force the mental images to disappear.

You’re still in the kitchen when you hear him on the steps nearly an hour later, and your throat goes dry when you feel him on the edge of the room. You don’t have to turn to know he’s there, the electricity in the house shifting across the two of you, an impossible tether that crackles and sparks every time without fail.

“Went down fine.” He says from behind you.

“Thanks.” You swallow.

“You didn’t answer your phone.” Your shoulders immediately tense, muscles stringing taut as you turn to face him, before you force yourself into a relaxed position, palms pressing against where your back leans on the counter.

“I was busy.”

“You need to answer your phone.”

“I’m not a dog. I don’t come when called.” You snap. “I don’t have to do anything.” He takes a half step into the kitchen, eyes dark and pointed, burning down into you.

“Sass.” His voice is low, a warning. You know the tone; you’ve heard it dozens of times before. You scoff and twist back around, mindlessly reaching for a glass, a dishtowel, anything to distract you. “Sass.” He says again. “It’s hard to co parent if you don’t answer the phone.” You bite down into your cheek until pain blooms across your mouth. You want to scream, want to turn around and throw the glass across the room, shatter it next to his head. Instead, you take a very deep breath and count to ten.

“He misses you.” You change the subject. Your voice is hushed, like you’re telling a secret, like you’re saying something the two of you don’t already know. What you don’t say lingers in the air between the two of you, untouched.

“I know.” Is all he gives you in response, and you say nothing, the silence settling over the two of you for what must be hours. He sighs, long and loud, and then turns to leave without another word. Something simmers beneath your ribs, beneath the scar on your side, beneath your heart. A million emotions pinch across your skin, drawing goosebumps to the surface and you shove it all down, packing it away where it doesn’t exist anymore. You whirl and step out of the kitchen, putting yourself just a few steps behind where he makes his retreat, shoulder blades shifting beneath his shirt when he pulls the balaclava over his face. When his hand finds the doorknob, he half turns back to you, the thoughts flickering across his eyes unknown and alien, a concept that once felt like an impossibility.

“Goodnight, Sass.” He says lowly, and you nod.

“Goodnight.” You whisper.

The gleam of his wedding ring mocks you as he shuts the door behind him, the click of a key in the lock echoing inside your empty house, where you stand in your living room, empty handed and alone.

[deeply-unserious-fellow]

Something I don't like about a lot of Vox takes I see is that they tend to portray Vox as someone who's unpleasant to work with and has weird ideas about what partnership means when really... he's not? He's not and he doesn't. It's just that two of the most prominent interactions we've seen him have are with Valentino(who is a fucking NIGHTMARE to work with) and Alastor(a man he has undisclosed, deeply emotional history with). But everyone seems to discount his OTHER important relationship: Velvette. Which by all accounts, is INCREDIBLY normal.

Like, yeah, their first interaction opens with her yelling at him, but that's less about Vox himself and more about Valentino. As they keep talking throughout the first bit of the episode, she starts calming down, and they just seem to genuinely get along? She has every right to look upset during Stayed Gone because Vox is being really weird and she's nOT THE ONE WHO ACTIVELY ENCOURAGED HIM TO DO THIS SHIT(staring directly at Val rn), but even then during the meeting after Stayed Gone she does actually. Participate. Unlike s o m e people. Despite being on her phone the whole time(which is literally her job-), she actually pays attention and contributes real ideas! Which tbh she didn't have to do at ALL like she did not have to put up w/ Vox's bs in RKtVS the way she did. There's also their phone call during the overlord meeting which, while I definitely think Vel was playing it up to annoy Carmilla, still sounded like a conversation between two ppl who genuinely like and respect eachother!

No matter what you think their relationship is(romantic, platonic, etc...), Vox and Velvette seem to get along REALLY well(outside of Alastor-related incidents). Like, better than either of them do with literally anybody else in the show. Vox & Val do LIKE eachother, but I find whatever the fuck is going on beneath the after the battles & masterless cattles to be DEEPLY upsetting to think about for too long(ex; any of my other posts abt their relationship), and the only other interactions we've seen either Vox or Vel have are Stayed Gone & Respectless, which are literally just song battles. Both of their only interactions outside of the Vees have been song battles. Aw fuck I'm getting off topic... BACK TO THEIR RELATIONSHIP AS COLLEAGUES- okay uh basically, I don't think they would get along this well if Vox was a terrible person to work with(note I said WORK WITH. Hate that I need to specify this but I don't think Vox is a good person overall, just a good business partner). I think Velvette is generally a good bench mark for both Vox & Valentino's relationships with other characters because she's their equal, their friend, and isn't in a weird toxic relationship with either of them. Their interactions with her provide a window into how they just generally interact with people. And based off of their interactions, Vox seems to be actually pretty decent to work with when he isn't being Actively Provoked for shits and giggles or trying to sooth the tantrum of a man child. Also when he views you as an equal and doesn't own your soul that helps too.

Edit: Hiiiiiiii just here to say that now, in the light of day, I don't really agree with everything I've said in this post? I wrote it at midnight while like half asleep so my ability to consider the fact that. We barely know anything about either Vox or Velvette at this point in time. Was kind of impaired I think. Cuz we really don't. I do stand by everything I said about their relationship to EACHOTHER, and I stand by the idea that we should take that dynamic into consideration for character analysis more often, but everything else I'm a little iffy on and I just woke up like an hour ago so my brains still a little fuzzy & I can't explain exactly WHY I'm iffy on it, but just know that I think the conclusion I drew is a bit of a leap in logic at the very least and I recognize that now lol

[madhatterbri]

It All Fell Down | D.P. Part 2

Summary: The fallout costs Damian and Y/N their relationship.

Author's Note: Saw him last night after Smackdown in the last dark match. He went against Jey Uso. 😮‍💨 so fine.

It All Fell Down Part 1 | Damian Priest List | Main List

"Are you ready for our match tomorrow?" Rhea asked happily. She sat next to you at the hotel bar. The two of you decided to go late that night to avoid people calling her Mami that night.

You sat on the stool fixated on the bartender as he counted money from the register. Your mind so far in space, it was like you were visiting ET in his home land. All you could think about was Damian and the look on his face when you broke up with him. A nudge to your arm brought you back down to Earth.

"You okay? Is it a full moon? I swear between Damian ignoring my texts about us being here and you being a bloody space cadet tonight, it's like I'm stuck in the twilight zone," Rhea complained and took another drink.

"Damian isn't going to come," you whispered. Guilt ate at you, and you bit your lip.

"Why? Is he feeling sick?" Rhea pressed.

You were unsure if you should tell her and leave it up to Damian, but she was your friend too. "We broke up,"

"What? When?" She asked and scrolled through her messages. Rhea wondered if she missed anything in her chats with Damian. Tonight was the only night that something was off.

"About three hours ago," you answered. You frowned and started to cry. The pain was worse than you could have ever thought possible with dating someone for a few weeks. He was with you for everything. It felt like a dream, but now you were living a nightmare.

"What happened?" She asked and rubbed your back. You cleared your throat and told your side of the story.

💜🖤

You first thought about breaking up with Damian the night Finn found out. Continuing the relationship felt like a dig at Finn. The way he looked at the two of you lived in your mind rent-free. Every time you closed your eyes, you can see his hurt face. Damian convinced you that things would get better and decided not to split.

The relationship was going strong until you finally cornered Finn to talk to you. It was in an elevator, and it was a happy chance. He tried to ignore you, but you cornered him. Finally, he let you have all of it.

He didn't appreciate your broken promise to him or Damian for almost letting Finn ask you for another chance. The betrayal of you two sneaking around instead of telling him was brought up. Now, he was upset because you messed with his career. That conversation made you feel worse. You knew what you had to do.

"Break up? Take it easy. Finn will eventually come around to us," the archer of infamy shrugged. His arms crossed over his chest as you sat at the foot of the bed. Your hands rubbed together nervously.

"No, he won't," your voice cracked. "This was all a mistake. I cost us our friendship to Finn,"

"Our relationship is many things, but it is not a mistake," he defended. "Why are you so willing to throw us away for a man having a temper tantrum?"

"I'm not throwing us away, Dam. We are just going back to being friends," you tried to explain. You knew it would be hard to break up with him, but you never expected such a fight. He told you he didn't know if he could just be friends with you.

The argument didn't get much better from there. There was no yelling, but there was a lot of hurt. Finally, he threw his hands in the air and took a few steps back. There was no changing your mind about all of this.

Before he left your hotel room, he turned to look at you. "I love you, Y/N. I just wish that would have been enough for us,"

💜🖤

The air in the bar was thick. Rhea bit her lip and contemplated on what to say next. All this drama had gone on long enough. For the most part, everyone kept it professional, and it was contained between you and Judgment Day.

"It's late. Why don't you get some sleep? I want you to be good for tomorrow. Here, I will help walk you to your room," Rhea offered. You gladly took her up on her offer. She helped get you settled back in and left.

She stood outside your door and grabbed her phone. Finn's name lit up her phone screen. She hit the message button.

"You and I need to talk," the message simply stated. She hit send and waited for his response.

[secretpajamas]

BLOODY HELL

a Max x reader fic

pairing: max (bloodsucking bastards) x female reader

genre: humor/crack (but with a movie like bloodsucking bastards, is it really crack?)

rating: M

words: 861

content: period talk, mentions of oral sex

a/n: I have no goddamn clue what this abomination is. It’s been sitting in my docs for three years. Enjoy!

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It was simple; you just needed Max to sign off on your report before you sent it over to legal. However, when you walked up to his door and peeked through the window, he seemed to be in the midst of a giant temper tantrum.

“I can’t do this anymore! FUCK! FUCK!”

He was yelling so loudly you could hear him through the closed door. You shrugged, dismissed this outburst as another one of Max’s eccentricities, and opened the door.

“Sorry to interrupt,” you said, and Max’s head whipped around to glare at you.

“What do you want?” He hissed as he slunk over to his desk and sat down, crossing his arms tightly against his chest. He had shed his three-piece ensemble throughout the day, his vest, tie, and suit jacket tossed haphazardly over an open filing cabinet, leaving him in just his white dress-shirt. It was unbuttoned clear past his collarbone and the sleeves were rolled up his forearms.

It struck you as very odd. Max was usually extremely fastidious with his appearance—this Max looked utterly frazzled.

“Well?” Max barked, and you straightened.

“Uh, um, I just needed you to read and sign these before I give them to legal,” you said, handing over the papers. Max swiped them out of your hands and gave them a cursory glance before slapping them down on the desk.

“Is that all?” He asked, glaring at you, his nostrils flaring.

“Uh, yes, Max,” you said, looking at him with a degree of concern. “Pardon me if I’m being intrusive, but are you okay?”

Max stared at you, expression blank for a moment before breaking out in laughter. It was a harsh, raucous kind of laugh, one that did not tend to denote amusement.

“Am I okay. Am I fuckin’ okay.” He gesticulated wildly for a moment. “I was okay. Everything was fucking peachy in this office. A hell of a lot better than the last one I had the displeasure of running.And then you... You waltz in here last year with your perfect references and your perfect resumé and your perfect everything and I think, ‘oh, gee, she’ll be a great addition to our team, let’s hire her, what could go wrong?’ Everything. Everything could go wrong.”

You wracked your brain, trying to think of a time that your performance was less than stellar. You prided yourself on your work ethic; it had earned you respect and a raise in the relatively short time you’d been here.

“I’m sorry, Max, I don’t know if I understand,” you said.

Max waved a hand at you before continuing. “Look. I’ll be blunt. Anna’s got an IUD, she never has a period. Trish probably went through menopause in the 90s. Maria’s birth control makes it so she only has a period once every three months, and I can easily schedule in a couple sick days around it. You, however,” he growled, “are a fucking nightmare.”

You balked. What the hell did your coworker’s menstrual cycles have to do with anything?

“You come in here reeking of blood every goddamn month! Sometimes every three weeks! For five fucking days at a time! And I have mentioned how goddamn frustrating it is to think it’s over and then come back the next day, thinking I’ll have some modicum of peace, and you’re sitting there like, ‘oops, silly me, still bleeding!’”

You wondered what the fuck Max was going on about until you remembered.

Wait.

Your boss is a vampire, you dipshit.

“Oh,” you said, shifting in your seat. Knowing he could smell that you were on your period never occurred to you, but now his monthly mood swings made a lot more sense. “Um. I’m... sorry.”

“You have no idea how much restraint I’m showing right now,” Max said with a huff. “But killing you would be a mess for HR to clean up. And the janitor. Do you know how hard it is to get blood out of my ties?”

“Try bloodstains on underwear,” you griped.

“Not. Helping,” he hissed.

“You know,” you said, “You could still, uh. Drink my blood. Without killing me, I mean.”

Max looked confused, then he sat up straight as a board. “You can’t be serious,” he said.

“Really? Has it never really occurred to you before?” you asked, incredulous.

“I can’t say it hasn’t,” he said.

Silence stretched between the two of you.

Fuck it. Even if your boss was an asshole, he was hot, and you could use an orgasm or two.

“Well... I’m game if you are,” you said.

Max’s eyebrows shot up. Silently, he stood and walked to his door, as if expecting you to follow.

You were embarrassed beyond belief. What were you thinking, coming on to your boss? You got up and made your way to the door, reaching for the doorknob.

Max held out his arm, blocking your hand. With one swift motion, he locked the door and backed you into his desk.

“Take off your clothes,” he snarled.

You grinned. “Got it, boss.”

Needless to say, this was going to be a fun week at the office.

[inkedobsidian]

~ Serenity A.H ~

summary: After a few years of being married Aaron gets rushed in to the hospital where Y/N his wife works

pairing: Aaron HotcherxReader

warnings: blood and general work injuries for FBI

word count: 1,138

a/n: Requests are open! Prompt list is there if you guys want extra ideas!

Master-List - Prompts

As the ambulance screeches to a halt outside of the local hospital Aaron is rushed in on the gurney with a gash on his forehead and a bullet wound in his left shoulder. Y/N got the call about an injured officer coming in and then she got a call from Morgan saying who the injured officer was and her heart immediately dropped. She called B/F/N to ask her to pick up Jack at school and take him for ice cream. Y/N is already standing at the door when they bust open revealing Aaron slipping in and out of consciousness.

"Y/N?" Aaron abruptly waking up seeing his wife walking beside him as he's bleeding out on a gurney.

"Hey, Aaron. I'm going to take care of you, okay?" Y/N says attempting to reassure Aaron, his eyes closing and opening as he's slipping in and out of consciousness. As they swing his gurney into a private room while all the E.R nurses and doctors rush around taking control knowing that this current situation is hard on Y/N.

"Y/N… I'm sorry… I'm sor-"

"Aaron, it's fine. Listen to me it's not that bad you're going to be okay." Y/N holds Aaron's hand trying to squeeze his hand to keep him awake. Y/N won't tell Aaron that she's terrified right now but because of how drowsy he is he can't profile her and tell her how she's feeling. As Y/N stares at the bleeding shoulder she points out that there's a piece of shrapnel in his shoulder. Just as she looks back to Aaron he screams from the pain of a nurse trying to take out the shrapnel piece. Y/N looks at the nurse and gives her a reassuring smile knowing she was sorry.

"This is all my fault, where's Jack?" Aaron says now being fully awake due to the pain.

"It's okay he's with B/F/N. He got ice cream." Y/N is on the brink of tears seeing the amount of blood all over Aaron. The sudden realization of the dangerous situation this could become has sunk in but Y/N tries to play off that she's okay.

"You need to take care of Jack. He already lost Hayley if he loses me you need to be there for him, he'll push you away at first but you need to comfort him. Nightmares, tantrums, and all." Aaron is almost crying at this point, he knows the extremely dangerous situation he's gotten himself into.

"I'm not losing you again!" Y/N cries more to herself than to Aaron but at this point, he's more aware of her emotional pain than his physical pain. Y/N almost lost Aaron once, it wasn't because of death, but he pushed her away when Hayley died. Y/N had known Aaron since pre-school and she'd admired his love for Hayley when Hayley died she'd never seen him more broken. Their love story was the cliche of falling in love with your best friend after a tragic accident but she loved him and right now she was the most terrified she'd ever been.

"HI!" A pre-school Aaron yells to the new girl in his pre-school. The girl looks slightly taken aback by the shock of a new person talking to her but she immediately warms up to the kind-eyed boy in front of her. "Hi! I'm Y/N! I'm new." She says hiding her giggle as she shakes hands with the boy. "I'm Aaron! And duhhhh, I would've seen you before." He says rolling his eyes, an attitude move he got from his dad. Y/N giggled at Aarons's eye roll and his eyes lit up as he hears her laugh.

"C'mon Aaron let's gooo." A teenage Y/N whines as she sits on the floor of teenaged Aarons's bedroom while he's in the en-suite bathroom. "Y/N, how many times do I have to say I don't want to go to this dance. I could be studying right now." Aaron moans as he tries to fix his tie in the mirror. "I know you could be but you're my best friend I need you at this dance to stop me from getting into a fight with someone," Y/N says giggling while fixing her dress. Aaron walks back into the room fully in a suit and tie that matched Y/N's beautiful dress. "Well duhhhh, you're always getting in fights," Aaron says rolling his eyes at Y/N. She starts laughing, as she always does, at his eye roll, and as usual Aarons's eyes light up at the sound of his best friend truly laughing.

An adult Aaron sits on his sofa. After the cases and after putting Jack to bed he didn't really know what to do anymore at night. Y/N lets herself in as she usually does and sits next to Aaron not even saying a word. She didn't have to, her company alone was enough for Aaron so he didn't feel so lonely. However, this was one time she needed to say something. "I love you." Y/N blurts out. Aaron is, at first, taken aback at what Y/N said but his heart also skips a beat at the sentence he feels complete hearing. He looks into Y/N's eyes and something about him feels whole. "Duhhh." He says rolling his eyes at the beautiful female he's truly loved all his life. Y/N laughs at the eye roll before Aaron speaks again, "I love you too."

"Y'know while we were growing up, the thing I loved most about you is whenever you would laugh, and I mean belly laugh. It was always when I would say 'duhhhh' and roll my eyes at you. I never knew why you laughed so hard but it always made my eyes go wide and my heart beat faster." Aaron says now, almost confessing his feelings all over again. As sweet as this is it almost terrifies Y/N. Like he's given up and he's finding time to tell her quirky things he loves about her.

"I have no idea why I love it so much, I guess it's just the way you say it, but you can tell me more when you get out of here. You're not confessing your love like their sins on your deathbed because you're not about to die, Aaron. As I said, I'm not losing you." Y/N says now completely calm. Or as calm as she can pretend to be.

"Okay… You won't lose me. I'm right here, forever and always." Aaron says turning to hold her hand with both of his hands, no matter how much it hurts him. She needs reassurance and that's as much as he can give her. At this moment it's just Y/N and Aaron trying to get through a difficult situation. They've been through tough times but they'll be more right now there's some weird serenity surrounding the two lovers.

[whumpsday]

Kane & Jim #50: On Your Own

Chronological masterlist / Writing order masterlist

content: angst, parental death, kids grappling with newfound orphanhood, religious angst, pandemic, discussion of foster system, very vaguely referenced past child abuse, flashback to hospital setting

takes place 4 years before You're Mine Now. the hardest time of Jim’s life pre-Kane. he doesn’t like to think about it very much. this isn’t really ‘whump’, more ‘angst’, but i hope you enjoy it anyway.

@amonthofwhump​ March Trope-A-Thon Day 5: Sickfic / Fevers / Cold/Flu / Headache / Blankets & A Hot Drink

Jim kind of expected someone to come after the funeral. A social worker or orphanage owner or however this shit worked. Did orphanages still exist, or was that just in movies? He never thought he'd have to think about it.

But no one came.

Well, people came. His friends, Mom and Dad's friends, Rabbi Geller, other people from temple, Liz's friends' parents, even Liz's teacher from the elementary school. They brought food, and said I'm sorry for your loss and May their memory be a blessing so many times that the words lost all meaning.

It felt like the kind of thing Mom would tell him to just be polite for, but Mom wasn’t here. Mom would never be here again. It still didn’t feel real.

But that wasn't what he meant. Someone was supposed to come get them, right? Because he was only fifteen, and Liz was only eleven, and they didn’t have any other family. Right?

Someone was going to come help him, right?

Liz was a nightmare. Jim felt like he didn’t even have a second to think. He was used to watching Liz- Mom and Dad worked long hours, after all- but now it was all time, especially because they hadn’t gone back to school yet.

She was throwing another tantrum. Jim felt like they were only getting worse. He cringed as a plate flew into the wall, shattering with a crash barely audible above Liz’s incessant screeching.

“Lizzie, you gotta stop. You’re too old for this.” Jim fought off his pounding headache as he got right in front of her, blocking her as she reared her arm back to throw another.

“No I’m not!” she yelled, darting to the side and throwing the plate as hard as she could, shattering it against the wall. Tears streamed down her face.

Jim let out an exasperated groan. “Stop! Yes you are! Go to your room!”

“You can’t tell me what to do!” Liz ran back into the kitchen.

Fuck, she was gonna get another plate. Jim ran after her, blocking the cabinet. “Yes I can! I’m in charge now, go to your room!”

“I hate you!” Liz shouted. She kicked him in the shin before running up the stairs, slamming her door.

Jim rubbed his temple, his headache only getting worse. He thought about breaking into Mom and Dad’s drink. It wasn’t like anyone was around to stop him. But he didn’t.

Instead, he fought back tears and grabbed the broom and dustpan. He was tired of crying. Just when he was finishing cleanup, Liz appeared at the top of the stairs, holding her bear tight in her arms. She hadn’t carried that thing around since she was 6, but things were different now, he figured.

“You calmed down yet?” he asked.

“Sorry.” She squeezed her bear tighter, avoiding eye contact.

Jim shrugged, dumping the last of the shatters in the trash. “It’s cleaned up now anyway.” His eyes drifted over to the stove. “How about I make some hot chocolate?”

“But it’s summer,” Liz protested half-heartedly.

“Who cares? We’re sitting shiva,” Jim pointed out. “Do you not want hot chocolate?”

“...I want it.” She sat herself on the couch.

This was something he could do without fucking up, at least. He barely even had to think about it, just focus on the steps. Set some whole milk over heat. Cocoa powder, sugar, a dash of vanilla, and the part people always miss: chocolate chips and a little bit of cinnamon.

He poured in some half-and-half to make it extra creamy and cool it enough that Liz wouldn’t burn herself, and topped it with some mini marshmallows before bringing the mugs out, handing one to Liz.

“Thanks,” she mumbled, sipping immediately without blowing on it.

“You’re gonna burn your mouth, stupid,” Jim chided lightheartedly.

Liz rolled her eyes. “No I’m not ‘cause you always put extra milk in after.”

“Because you never give it a minute to cool down!” He ruffled her hair. “No more throwing shit, okay? Or if you need to, use stuffed animals or something. Why’d you do that, anyway?”

Liz was quiet for a long moment, sipping her drink. “I dunno,” she mumbled.

“How about next time you wanna do that, come get me. We can make it into a game, yeah? We could play catch or something. Not with plates,” he suggested.

“It’s not supposed to be a game.” She took another sip, eyes too stormy for an eleven year old.

Jim took the blanket off the back of the couch and draped it around Liz’s shoulders. “Okay. Come get me anyway. We’ll figure it out.”

-

No one from the government came. Even after a week. Even after they were done sitting shiva and Jim made Liz start going back to school, another nightmare of an argument.

He wished he could’ve asked Mom or Dad for advice. Liz almost always listened to them, at least about the important stuff. It felt like someone was tearing a fresh shred in his heart every time he missed them.

After he finished walking her, he turned and made his way to temple on a whim. He only went to temple a couple times a year, on the holidays when Mom wanted everyone to go as a family. He hadn’t even brought his kippah. But he doubted anyone would really care, and he needed advice, and it was this or a teacher, even if Jim hadn’t talked to the guy since his bar mitzvah. Before the funeral, that is.

“Hey, Rabbi Geller.”

“Good morning, James.” The rabbi gave him a sad smile. “How are you and your sister holding up?”

“Uh, y’know.” He shrugged awkwardly. “I was wondering if I could talk to you for a sec?”

“Of course. Let’s go to my office for some privacy.” The rabbi led him to the office and gestured for him to sit. “What can I do for you?”

“I’m not here for anything, uh, spiritual or whatever,” he clarified quickly. “I just needed some advice about something. Um, is someone gonna... come get us?”

The rabbi’s brows furrowed in concern. “No one’s come to get you? Who is it you and your sister will be staying with? I know Beth said she didn’t have much family...”

“Mom and Dad were both wards of the state or whatever,” Jim said awkwardly. “Kinda thought we would be too, now. But, uh... no one came. I wasn’t really sure what to do. Plus Liz is throwing things and refusing to go to school and stuff.”

“I’m so sorry you’ve been left floundering. I should have been there to see to it.” The rabbi sighed. “Things have been hectic. This flu’s taken quite a toll. It’s lucky you even caught me here. If you ever need something and can’t find me, the funeral home’s likely where I am.”

Jim knew he was one of the lucky ones. He and Liz both got sick too, but they recovered. It was no wonder they all got it, with Mom being a nurse and all. He didn’t really feel lucky right now.

“The government... tends to overlook this town,” the rabbi continued. “No one wants to come here, even during the day when it’s safe. I can certainly get in touch with people for you and make sure someone gets you two set up in a foster home. I’d just like you to think about your options first.”

“Options?” Jim questioned.

“James, do you remember your bar mitzvah two years ago? I sure do. You were very well-spoken.” The rabbi gave him a kind smile.

“Uh-huh.” He kicked his feet, unsure where this was going.

“A bar mitzvah is when a boy becomes a man, as we discussed. Now, I certainly don’t believe a thirteen year old boy to be a man in the modern day, nor a fifteen year old boy. But you are the man of the house now, and you’re going to have to make some adult decisions no one should have to make at your age.”

The rabbi sighed again, his breath full of grief. “The foster system isn’t known for its kindness. I’m not sure how much your parents have told you of their own experiences. Children your age aren’t likely to be adopted, and you’ll be spit out three years later and possibly separated from your sister. Since no one’s come to claim you, one option you have is to continue living where you are. Your parents managed to buy a house here, and you won’t get much from its sale, if you’re able to sell it at all- again, this town is not most people’s destination."

Mom and Dad didn’t like to talk about their childhoods much, and Jim never pried. He figured that if they didn’t want him to know, he didn’t want to know either.

“This isn’t a decision you have to make right away. You’re grieving. Someone from the state may come to collect you yet. Both options have their benefits, and I don’t want to force you into either one of them. Just know that I’m here if you need anything I can provide, and that God is watching over you,” the rabbi said warmly.

Jim could barely hear anything over Liz’s crying and the sounds of the hospital. One of the nurses was trying to pry her off of Dad’s body, but he was too focused on Mom to pay much attention.

She wasn’t conscious anymore. Her last words before she fell asleep were ‘I love you’, and that scared him, because he knew she probably did that on purpose.

He prayed and prayed, despite his unsure feelings of God’s existence. It was the only thing he could do. Tears streamed down his face as he offered more and more words to the higher power Mom believed in with her whole heart, his voice still raspy from his own recently-gotten-over flu.

He wasn’t sure whether it was the ringing in his ears or the flatline until a nurse pushed him out of the way.

“I don’t really believe in that stuff anymore,” Jim muttered.

“Yes, I imagine you might not. That’s perfectly normal.” The rabbi gave him a pat on the shoulder. “Still, I’m certainly real, and I’m here for whatever you need.”

Jim knew that didn’t include taking them in. Rabbi Geller had four kids of his own, and no one lived here if they had a lot of money.

“Thanks, Rabbi. Um, thanks for the advice. And for not just calling the government on me and letting me pick and whatever. I’ll think about it.”

-

Liz was being a brat again after Jim walked her home from school. Before Mom and Dad died, she only had bad days every once in a while, but now it was every single day. Wild mood swings where she’d get angry and even violent, before she calmed down and apologized tearfully.

Part of him, the part he’d never dream of voicing, almost wanted to take Rabbi Geller’s offer to help them get placed in a foster home in the hopes they do get separated. He didn’t know how much more of this he could take.

But he knew he didn’t actually want that.

“I’m sorry,” Liz said, helping him tidy up the living room after she’d finished trashing it. As if reading his mind, she asked, “You’re not gonna go too, right?”

Maybe she could just sense how irritated he was. But it was right then and there his mind was made up.

Jim smiled at her. “I’m not going anywhere.”

-

taglist to be added in reblog!

[houseofpendragons]

You’re one of the best HOTD blogs out here!

Do you have any HCs for Aegon’s kids Jaehaera, Jaehaerys, and Maelor?

Omg thank you so much, ur too sweet😊

Jaehaera:

Jaehaera is either autistic (though idk if I wanna go that route bc it seems like that's how they're portraying Helaena as) or she might just have alexythymia which is a mood disorder

She was born first which is suprising since she was much smaller than her brother

She has night terrors after Jaehaerys is murderer and Aegon us actually the only oje who can calm her which surprises everyone, especially him. He sings to her (bc I want them to incorporate that TGC can sing😂)

She experiences random outbursts of crying or anger also after b&c and sometimes she doesn't even know what it's about

hates red, green, and black. Yellow is her favorite color

Hates Storms which is why she hated being at Storms End

Preferred to be alone or only the company of her twin before he died. She kinda doesn't feel that much for Maelor, like don't get me wrong thats her little brother but he's still a baby so you know

Was closest with her mom before the war, closest to aegon after b&c

She had a doll collection but not normal ones, like they all had something weird about them and some would stare but she loved them

For some reason I just imaginimagine scene where Aegon us really is distress and crying and stuff and she just comes and sits besides him. she doesn't say anything, she just sits, wipes one of his tears away and puts a hand ontop of his. It's oddly comforting and in that moment aegon feels like she's older than she seems, until she gives him her favorite doll as protection. He sleeps with it that night

Jaehaerys:

He's the loudest and most boisterous (borderline obnoxious; like bangs his toys on the ground)

Definitely gives Helaena headaches but after will pick a flower or dig in the garden to get her a bug later as an apology

Won't let anyone talk bad about his sister

unlike his brother he prefers to be indoors

Him and Jaehaera have their own secret way to communicate

They like to finish one another sentences bc they find it funny that it freaks people out

He honestly really a sweetheart

Loves sweets, especially honeycomb

Is loud sometimes just bc he want his fathers attention bc he's just at that age where the neglect is starting to kick in

Gave maelor a ball the day he was born and while laughing Helaena, Alicent, and Aemond had to explain he had to wait till Maelor was bigger to play (he pouted at that)

Was cross when confined to the Red Keep when the Dance started bc he wanted to see his Dagon Srykos

Insomniac (a nightmare to put to bed but in a funny way, like begging for onfomore story)

Sings to Jaehaera (not very well) to help her when she's scared of the storms

actually very affectionate but would pick his twin over anyone anyway (though his mother and grandmother are always invited)

Sleeps with a toy sword and tells Jaehaera that he's a knight that the sword is protection from any danger that might come to them, and tell Aemond he's going to be a better fighter than him one day and begs to be allowed to train even at six

Maelor:

He's alot quieter than his brother, though not as quiet as his sister

I can see him being very clingy to like anyone and just wants to be held constantly

he's the most unruly of the three, even more so after b&c and is prone to tantrums especially when his father is near in some hope of gaining his attention

He loves his toy soldiers and dragons and will play for hours

He is a little mischievous.he finds it funny to scare people, like just jump out of nowhere and yell boo. I also see him really liking hide and seek cause it helps with the scaring

he prefers to stay outside and is also ways getting dirty in the mud and dirt

The type to just randomly come up and give people rocks he found and nod to it expectantly as if he'd just given you something important (it's important to him okay 😂)

I think there's a sadness to him as well that he doesn't really understand or the distancness he suddenly feels towards his mother whom he used to not stand to be apart from (its bc of b&c but he don't know it bc he only subconsciously remembers it bc he's so young)

Likes jewelry and shiny things and has a hidden "lair" of treasure

Had a dragons egg placed in the cradle but it never hatched (it makes Aemond very fond of him but also makes him weary bc Aemond hates being reminded of that time in his life)

For his birthday one year Aemond actually got him a tot dragon and he named it...wait for it...Dagon (a simple childish name like how reckon named his wolf Shaggydog; Aemond tried to talk him out of the name but Alicent & Helaena wouldn't let him so he grudgingly agreed)

He's Daeron's favorite

I'm so sorry this took so long and that it's so short, this was kinda hard to do bc they're so young being only 6 and 2 and we don't know anything really about them but i hope you like it👍

[rainiishowers]

Are you in the mood for post ch.16 angst?

There's a line in the movie : The Princess Bride, where Princess Buttercup exclaims to her kidnapper(who is actually her true love) and it went like this :

"I died that day! And you can die too for all I care."

I don't know about you but that line resonated with me so much when it came to MC. Maybe they finally had enough of the brothers acting like nothing happened.

Fic or listed brother's reactions if you want. I just want delicious angst. :)

Have a blessed day/afternoon/evening/night!

Death Is Such A Silly Thing, Huh? | Obey Me |

A/N: Thank you for this angst prompt I hope you enjoy this, Anon!! (From the sound of this request, it sounded like you wanted it to be third person so that’s what I did lol) Summary: MC was already in a bad mood after everything sunk in, and finding out Mammon had accidentally sold a jewel dear to them finally made them lose it, understandably so.. Genre: Angst Warnings: Mentions of past death ----

Short Story “Are you telling me you STOLE one of my things?! And SOLD IT?!” “W-Well..” The dinner was going nice until MC brought up a precious jewel they couldn’t find. Mammon then hesitantly brought up the fact that he found a jewel similar to the one they describe, and sold it, thinking it had no value. “I am already in a bad mood for this week, I thought it couldn’t of been any worse, but nooo!” “MC, I think you should stay calm about this--” The human glares at Satan. “Oh shut up! You don’t get to talk after you threw a damn tantrum because Lucifer pissed you off! Seriously, how childish can you get?!” The nightmares of the past only fueled MC’s stress and anger, remembering how they were killed but when it was revealed they were Lilith’s descendant, everyone, especially Lucifer, acted like they didn’t try to murder them, threaten them or treat them like shit! Everyone was quite worried about their fuming master, and MC decided to give them all an earful later, walking to their room yelling to them. "I died that day! And you can die too for all I care!” Reactions Lucifer

"I died that day! And you can die too for all I care!” 

He didn’t expect himself to be taken aback

They didn’t say who it was directed at, but it had to be Mammon.. right?

No, much to his dismay, he knew it was directed at all of them

Lucifer knew his past attempts to kill them, and he felt guilty

There seemed to be more to their anger then just that

He was aware of all those threats, all those times MC had to protect his own brothers from him

After his initial shock, he tells his brothers to let them be for a while, and none of them were disagreeing with him this time

He makes his way to his private office, locking the door, casting a quick silencing spell and just.. crying..

Breaks down in the safety of his office, finally realizing that MC, Lilith’s descendant, hates him, making his sacrifice for her life seem utterly meaningless.

But it wasn’t just about being his sisters descendant, it was about being the person he loved

MC had only seen Lucifer cry a few times, but he wishes they were there to comfort him right now

But... like always, he has to burden this guilt by himself..

“Damn it.. DAMN IT!!”

Mammon

W-What..?

No, they have to be joking!

When Lucifer told them to leave them alone, he really didn’t want to but then again..

This is his fault.. isn’t it?

Like everything in this cursed household

Don’t know the culprit? Blame it on Mammon!

And when he defends himself? Insult him! Threaten to hang him up on the ceiling!

When he got to his room, he curled up in a little ball on his bed and cries

He loved MC from the start, not caring about some family heritage they shared with Lilith

But that didn’t matter, no matter how much he sees those two as different, the jewel part was his mistake

After he stopped crying, he set out to take that jewel back

And guess what? The person deemed it as worthless anyways and threw it away

But.. It wasn’t worthless.. It was special to MC..

When he got back, he cleans it off and sneaks into MC’s room and swiftly sets the jewel on their desk with a note, leaving just as quick as he came

“I hope you can forgive me, even if you stay mad at me forever.. -Mammon”

Leviathan

He really didn’t want to remember...

..Does MC really want them to die?

He already ran to the safety of his room before Lucifer even told to just let them be

He was so mad at Mammon, but also at himself...

He sat himself on the beanbag chair before bursting out sobbing.

Levi didn’t want his Henry to hate him!

But.. He was one to act shitty and almost murder them so.. he’s partially to blame..

Was MC going to hate him forever..?

“P-Please don’t leave me, Player 2..”

Satan

Ah..

He wanted to go check on MC but quickly decided against it

When he got to his room, he wasted no time thrashing things around, taking his anger out on book and pillows on his bed

But.. he stops minutes later..

With his horns and tails receding, he stares at the knocked down piles of books, pillows and chairs on the floor, everything being a complete mess

He stands there before just falling to the ground, sobbing

If MC were here, they would help him calm down before anything happens

He realized that.. they took MC’s kindness and patience for granted, no party or thank you could ever make up for what they had done for the brothers...

“Thank you MC.. I’m sorry for everything we’ve done..”

Asmodeus

He goes to follow MC, but is stopped by Satan, who looked angry..

Asmo was angry as well, but not only at his brothers, but himself

While he may of not went all demon form in the past like Satan, Lucifer, or Levi, he knew he made them feel uncomfortable in the past

He didn’t think them to be worth their time, but that couldn’t be further from the truth

Asmo thought it was a forgive and forget thing

He guesses when MC had time to think about all the things the brothers had done to them after dying by Belphie’s hands, it made it a bit harder for them to forgive, much less forget..

He goes to his room and locks the door, leaping into his bed to cry into his pillows

“Oh darling.. I’m sorry..”

Beelzebub

Was already worried about the whole argument thing, but when MC said those words and stormed off, he could feel his heart break

Would.. MC really not care if they died?

He saw how hurt his brothers were by this, especially Belphie.

But.. there’s not much he can do about this.. Just let MC cool down and maybe, just maybe they would apologize..

He knew, however, that they weren’t the ones who needed to apologize..

The brothers were..

He was the one who had the hardest time with Lilith vs MC, blurring the lines a bit too much..

All those times he commented on Lilith when MC and him were doing something, seeing the shift of their expression but too busy to ask..

Too busy, ha..

That was a stupid excuse.

Before going to his room, he took all the food he could

He ate and ate.. Hoping that would take away the emotions he felt

The sadness at the realization that MC might hate them forever, the frustration he felt for not constantly reminding himself that MC and Lilith are different

It didn’t help though.. If anything, it only made it worse

But.. indulging in his sin was one of the only ways he knew how to cope, other then working out

“..Is MC going to hate me forever..?”

Belphegor

Those words..

He didn’t say much, when Beel asked how he was, he waved it off, saying he was fine

He drags himself to the attic.. The same place it happened..

He sighs heavily, feeling very conflicted

Anger and sadness engulfed him

Belphie thought that maybe sleeping would let him escape this feeling, but it was hard to even for the avatar of sloth.

He wanted MC’s warmth and kindness, but.. he didn’t deserve that, out of everyone, he probably deserved it the least.

“..I didn’t even get to have much time with them..”

Short Aftermath

“MC.. Are you sure you want to go back to the human world..?”

The human sucks in as he sat across Diavolo and Barbatos behind him. MC had requested a meeting with Diavolo, to ask to move back to the human world, they didn’t want to be here for much longer.

“Yes.”

Diavolo looks at them with a stern yet gentle gaze, trying to find any hesitation in the gaze MC gave him, but there was none. It was a determined look, determined to get out of the Devildom, away from the brothers.

“Alright.. I’ll respect your wish.”

[yanderefictinallove]

Hey i hope your having a good day :) i love your content.

I was wandering if you could do something like this. Like my family has a "course" that all the woman (in my family) have twins but after some day the twins die😦

So if you could do that. That would be the best🤗

Yes, so here is my first story after my lil hiatus, i as sick for a while and i felt bad so ya, and even when i was better i got sick all over again soooo, im going through all me requests 1 by 1, so bucke up yall.

Playing House

Rengokou x reader

This story is recommended for disrespectful teens like me..so yeah keep that in mind, my adult readers are welcome too

Rated: T+

TW: kidnapped, forced life, depression

"Mommy!" My son yelled at me from across the field. I was hanging clothes out to dry after i had washed them and my twins wanted to help.

As they ran around and played tag i took a break, sat down and thought, what would life be wothout them?

I imagine it would be pretty sad. After all i love my kids.....i hate my husband. My kids wanna be just like him, a demon hunter, i have no problem with that, but why look up to him.

As of now life is as peaceful as it can be, but before i had these little joys, life was absolutely hell. Screaming, yelling, crying, vomiting, and even bleeding.

All thoes were results of when i was "courted" by Rengoku. I was a sweet little village girl, nothing more nothing less. I wanted to be a house wife like my mother, so i dedicated my life to learning her ways.

When i got older i gained an interest in a boy, his name was Giyuu Tomioka and he was so handome and cute, i was shy and flusterd around him, he seemed to be fond of me too. To made me smile when he would come to town.

After a whil of talking and getting to know eachother, he wanted to introduce me to his friends, they were all so kind and passionate about what they do, i never was told what there profession was though.

Then he saw me, his firey eyes looked at my form, and he smiled, and greeted me wth nothing but manners. I felt respected.

As the days went on i got an unexpected and unknown visitor, a stalker. They knew what i was doing 24/7 i was never safe from their gaze. I felt weak and scared.

One day i fell ill to a sickness going around. As i fell asleepnin bed i dreamed of the day i will become a wife and take care of my kids when they get sick.

When i had awaoken i was met with The famle hashira's gaze as he looked upon my sleeping form. The look of obsession in his eyes made me go into tears.

Now, fast forward a few years later, im married to him and have kids, but, i lost will to live, i only live for my kids and hooe for freedom one day.

I want my kids to taste REAL freedom, not this bullshit Rengoku has planned, before they pass. You see, my family was cursed by a demon who was spiteful and horribly sadistic. We don't even know our sins.

But now, when my twins hit age 13, they will die, no matter what. It all will start off with the mom of he house getting nightmares about how they die, then a few years later they meet their fate...

Please, oh great [what u worship] please let me keep my babies don't take them away from me. I don't want them to leave, if they go, I go.

"I have returned!" Boomed a familiar voice, i wipe away my tears to greet my husband. My kids beat me too it, they embraced thir farther and gave him praise. It was time for dinner and we were heading inside.

I was deep in thought at the table all i had on my min was my kids. " Are you alright sunshine?"asked my husband he was gi ing me the eyes, the don't do or say anything stupid eyes. So i just nod "Yes, I am just tired is all." As we finishes our meals.

Later that night i was laying down on our futon with my husband getting ready to sleep, but he does not see satisfied. "I would appreciate it if you didn't throw your little tantrums around the children." He stated calmly "I did no such thing." I responded "Then why were you crying?" He noticed the tear marks on my face from when i was criying before. Shit.

He embraesd me and wisperd" I refuse to let my children die because of a silly demon curse, they will live." He said to me in a calm but menacing voice, before emding hus scentince with a "ill be going out soon, don't try anything unintelligent". Then kissed me on the forhead, this is gonna be a long life...

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Yayy, i finally have mo more writer block. Hope you guys really enjoyed it.

Request: OPEN

[thewitchwannabe]

Egg Sandwiches for Dinner

Leona and Donny were in Master Splinter’s room, discussing various things with their father. Raph and Mikey stood next to the closed shoji style door, trying to listen in on their conversation. They were talking about the foot and Karai and the Shredder. The other night Leo came home talking about seeing Karai, and about some deal the foot made with the purple dragons. 

“I’ll probably have to go patrolling more often,” Leona said. Raph could hear her pacing across the room. “I think you mean ‘we’, as in the four of us” Donny said in his usual calm manner. Raph and Mikey exchanged looks, they both knew how Leo felt about them going on patrol. “Didn’t you hear what i said?” Leona said, her big sister voice coming out, “things are about to get dangerous!” “Which is exactly why you’ll need the help!” Donny said. And so the oldest siblings started arguing back and forth, their voices elevating gradually.

A loud thud made by Splinter’s cane was heard, making Raph and Mikey step a bit away from the door in fear of being discovered. Both Leona and Donny stopped their argument immediately, “I believe it’s still too early to start taking much action,” Splinter said “we are going to stay alert and respond when necessary”. 

Raph heard the sound of Donny opening his laptop and typing some stuff, as well as the light sips of tea his sister took. “I did some research on this new guy Karai mentioned,” Donny began explaining “his name is actually Baxter Stockman, real kid genius. Got his major in robotics at 16, and got his master’s degree in bioengineering at 18, currently 26, and already has several robotics awards. Publicly started working for Oroku Industries about 6 months ago”. Raph thought this ‘Baxter’ guy sounded like a nerd, but his siblings seemed to be worried about him. He pressed further against the door to listen. “Any idea why the foot would work with him? Shredder doesn’t usually work with people he doesn’t control” Leona asked. More tapping, of Donnie trying to find out whatever he could on the guy. “Wouldn’t be surprised if this guy made weapons in his spare time, the genius type always seems to be into the whole ‘rule the world’ thing”, Donny’s sarcastic voice said. 

Mikey seemed to sense the conversation was about to end, and so he stood up and signaled to Raph to do the same. The two of them ran back into the living room and sat to look relaxed, but ended up looking very forced. Surely enough Donny and Leo came out of Splinter's room about 2 minutes later. “Dad is resting in his room”, they both had their gear on, “me and Donny are going on patrol, we’ll be back in a few hours”, Leona said. Donny crossed his arms but said nothing. “We wanna go with you!” Raph said, already getting up to come with. 

The red banded turtle reached his siblings, Leo let out a sight and placed her hand softly on her little brother's head. “Not tonight, okay?” She said with a sweet smile, Raph had mixed feelings about that smile. On one hand it was the smile she gave him when she told him she loved the drawing he gave her, or when she’d calm him down from a nightmare. But it was also the same smile she would use to tell him to stay home, or that he wasn’t ready to go topside on his own. “You'll be staying here with Mikey”, she still held that same smile. Raph's face turned sour, and he slapped his sister’s hand off his head. “NO!” He yelled, making all his siblings freeze, “I WON'T LET YOU LEAVE ME BEHIND!”. The tension could be felt in the room, Raph wasn’t new to tantrums but he almost never raised his voice at Leona. 

Mikey moved closer towards Raph, to try and calm down his little brother, “He bro it’s cool, how about we play some Marco Party?”. Mikey tried to place a hand on his brother’s shoulder but before he could the youngest turned around. “I DON'T WANNA PLAY THAT STUPID GAME!” he screamed at his brother. “Raph, don’t talk to Mikey like that!” Leona said using her big sister voice. Raph felt tears sting his eyes, “you want me to stay? FINE!”, he said as he walked to his room and slammed the door shut. 

Leona watched as Raph shut himself in his room, she hated leaving with him angry, but she had to. Mikey made a move to go talk to Raph, but Leo stopped him “give him some time to cool off, Mikey”. Donny gave Mikey a nod agreeing with Leona, and the two left the lair. Mikey looked back at his brother’s door, before heading towards his own. 

In his room, Raph tossed himself onto his bed, he reached under it and fetched for Sanzi his favorite plushie. His dad had brought it home with him after going out for supplies and gifted it to him about 7 years ago. He clutched Sanzi close to him as he felt bitter tears roll from his eyes. He knew that Leona was only trying to keep them safe, but he didn’t like the idea of staying behind while his siblings were risking themselves. He knows he screwed up two years ago, during the showdown, if it wasn’t because he froze up and Mikey had to defend him, he wouldn’t have gotten injured and they would have probably been able to escape the fight. But he’s gotten a lot better since then, even Leona thought so, so he didn’t understand why she just won't let him prove it in a real fight, not some training run where they all take turns.

About an hour passed by before Mikey knocked on Raph’s door, “Hey squirt, i'm starting up dinner, you wanna help?”. Raph didn’t say anything, he simply crawled further into his bed, hugging Sanzi ever harder. After a minute or two Mikey got the message, “alright, if you need anything, i'll be in the kitchen”. Raph stood up a bit when he heard Mikey’s footsteps leaving his door. His eyes felt irritated from the crying, he blinked a few times trying to adjust to the low lights in his room. He looked around, his bed was all disheveled, his art supplies scattered across the floor, drawings and murals plastered all over his walls. His eyes landed on his sais lying on the floor. His mind suddenly got an idea, his brother was in the kitchen, that gave him about a 45 minute window where he won't check on him. His master wouldn’t come out of his room until dinner was done either. So logically Raph could sneak away, while Mikey is his cooking trance. 

Raph takes about half a minute to decide, he jumps out of bed and picks up his sais. He heads for his door, before remembering to leave his phones on his bed, otherwise Donny would be able to track him. Using every ounce of ninja training he’s ever had, Raph slipped over the entrance of the lair. Taking a peek at the kitchen, he saw his older brother focused intently on the food he was preparing. Once he reached the sewers he walked over to the nearest ladder and climbed up onto the streets. 

He came out in an alleyway he was familiar with, this was the manhole they would normally use to go topside. Now Raph didn’t really know where to go next, so he simply decided to climb onto the roof of the nearest building, and follow his gut. 

His gut told him to do the usual run he did with his sibling, this time tho nobody was around to see him do cool flips. So when he managed the big jump that always gave him trouble and turned around expecting to hear Mikey’s voice cheering him on, he was slightly disappointed when he was met with complete silence. Still he continued on his way, at one point he reached ‘Oroku Industries’ aka: the foot headquarters, he even caught sight of his siblings on a nearby rooftop. Not wanting to be discovered he ran the complete opposite direction. 

That ended up being a bad idea, because Raph ended up completely lost, all the streets and buildings mixing together. A whole hour passed and Raph couldn’t find any building he recognized, he ended up curled up on the floor of an alley next to a diner hugging his knees behind a beat up trash can. How was he going to get home? His siblings probably already noticed he was gone, but they had no way to track him. Images of himself slapping his sister’s hand and yelling at his brother came to his head. They must be super angry at him. A small tear started forming in his eye, when suddenly a door leading to the diner opened abruptly. 

Out came a guy with wavy black hair, and dark blue hoodie, he was carrying two trash bags seemingly distracted while singing to himself. “Tengo la camisa negra, porque negra tengo el alma” the guy reached the trash can and opened the lid. Raph grabbed his sais and prepared himself to escape. “nanananana hasta mi cama!” The guy placed both bags inside the trash can and closed the lid, but as he did he turned his head and caught sight of Raph. The guy just stood there and blinked, before moving a hand to reach him, but Raph flinched, getting into an attack position. The guy raised his hand to show he wasn’t a threat, “hey bud, are you lost? it's ok i won't hurt ya”, he said with an awkward smile. The guy walked a little closer to him, “come on out, i can’t really see ya when you're sitting in the shadow like that”. Something about this guy made Raph feel like he could trust him, like he was safe, so he slowly lowered his weapons. 

He kept a close eye on the guy as he stepped into the light, the guy’s eyes opened wide, he probably had assumed he was a normal kid. Instead, the human was met with a turtle creature wearing a red bandana over his eyes and holding a weapon in each hand. A few seconds of intense staring were cut short when the guy opened his mouth “wow man, did you know you’re a turtle?”. Raph’s face contorted to one of a mix of annoyance and disappointment. The guy let out an awkward laugh, “I’ll take that as a yes, I'm Casey, do you have a name?”. The turtle didn’t say anything, but his face seemed to relax a little. “Not much of a talker, okay” The two of them stood in silence, when Raph’s stomach let out a growl, reminding Raph that he had in fact left before Mikey finished preparing dinner. This seemed to break the tension between the two though, making the guy, Casey, laugh. “So you’re hungry, huh?, he looked back at the door he had come out from, “wait here, i’ll be right back”. He walked back inside, leaving Raph confused, a few minutes later Casey came back out holding a takeout container. “¡Bye ma te veo en la casa!” Casey said to someone inside before closing the door turning back to Raph. “Come on, we can eat on the roof”

The two of them climbed up the building and sat at the edge of the roof, “my family runs the diner, so i can get the good stuff after my shift” Casey said as he started to unpack the takeout container. Raph watched intently as Casey handed him something, he unwrapped it sort of recklessly, “An egg sandwich?”. Casey let out a big laugh that made him lean back, “so you can talk!” his laughter died out, “I know it’s unusual to have one at night, but i'm a firm believer that it’s always time for a good egg sandwich”. Raph gave Casey a unsure look before biting down on his sandwich. His face quickly became one of surprise and he quickly went for another bite, then another, and before he knew it the sandwich was gone. Casey let out a chuckle, “It’s good huh, my mom makes the best ones”, he said finishing up his own sandwich.

“So now that you’ve eaten, are you gonna tell me your name?” he asked with a playful smirk. “Raph”. Casey slimed, happy to have gained at least a little of the turtle’s trust. “Mind telling me why you were hiding in the alley, Raph?” he asked. Raph looked down for a moment, before turning back to look at Casey, “had a fight with my siblings so I snuck out, and I got lost”. Casey looked at him expecting a more detailed explanation, but he quickly realized Raph was done. “You’re the baby of the family, right?” Casey asked. This question made Raph open his eyes wide, was it THAT obvious? The new confused expression on the turtle’s face gave Casey all the confirmation he needed, “Yeah it just sounds exactly like something my little sister would do”. 

Casey looked back up at the night sky, like remembering something his sister did. Raph looked at him, he had a smile on his face, so he probably gets along with his sister. “How old is your sister?” he asked. Casey looked at Raph for a second, and thought about it for a second. Did he not know? “Uuuuuugh, deste, well im 16 and she’s 4 years younger so she’s 12”, he took a second to check his math before nodding. “She’s the same age as me,” Raph said quietly, catching Casey’s attention. “Really? How old are your siblings?”. Raph then went over the name and ages of his siblings, from Mikey, then Donny and lastly Leona. “I was really mean to them tonight” Raph said with a guilty look on his face, bringing his knees up to his chin and hugging them . 

Casey looked at him with an understanding face, “you said you had a fight with them, mind telling me what it was about?”. Raph didn’t turn to look back at Casey; he simply kept his gaze to the street below them. “There’s people out there who want to hurt me and my family, they were gone for a while but now they’re back”. Casey’s eyes went wide, ‘Hurt them?! ¿Qué pedo?’ he thought, but said nothing and let Raph continue. “my older siblings went out tonight to see what these guys were up to, and i wanted to go with them, but my sister said no, and I-” Raph choked up, remembering how he treated his siblings, Casey noticed Raph shaking, his big brother instincts took over and he placed an arm around the turtle. “hey it’s okay take your time”, for a split second Casey reminded Raph of his sister, the same smile. Raph nodded and took a deep breath, “I snapped at Leo, I slapped her hand away, I yelled at Mikey, and I locked myself in my room”. Tears started forming on Raph’s eye, he tried to blink them away, but they didn’t stop, “they’re probably so angry at me”. 

Casey was familiar with the feeling of going over the line, he had some serious anger issues growing up, sometimes he’d snap at his mom or sister, and would feel awful afterwards. He’d still struggle to control his anger nowadays but he’s found healthier outlets. “I think they are mostly worried about you bud”, Casey gave Raph a little squeeze “I know i’d be if I was in their place, you just gotta go back and apologize”. Raph looked back at Casey, he sniffed away his tears, “I don’t know how to get back home”, he said, his voice almost a whisper. Casey slowly let go of Raph and got to his feet, looking down at the turtle, he offered his hand, “I help you”, he said with the same smile Leona had. 

Raph told Casey the closest building he could remember the name of to the manhole cover he came out of. Casey assured him that it wasn’t too far off, once there the two of them wandered for a bit before finding the entrance to the sewers. Without hesitation, Casey followed Raph into the sewers, where the turtle quickly made his way to his home. As they approached the lair, the voices of his family started to get clearer, all of them worried for the youngest turtle. Raph broke into a running spree leaving Casey a few feet behind. “I’ll go looking for him again,” a feminine voice said. But the owner of the voice wasn’t able to take two steps before a red banned turtle called her name. 

At the sight of her little brother running towards her, Leona ran to meet him halfway. She wrapped her arms around his body, sobbing and calling his name over and over. “Raph, I'm so glad you’re okay, where were you?”. Raph squeezed his sister tightly but was unable to answer as the sound of footsteps caught up to him. Leo quickly ended the sweet reunion, pushing Raph behind her and pointing her sword towards the intruder. The intruder in question, Casey, freezed instantly, hands in the air, eyes fixated on the piercing red eyes of the turtle aiming a sword at him. To say Raph’s sister, Leona, was captivating was an overstatement, she stood a few inches shorter than Casey, but her threatening look was one to be afraid of. As the rest of his family entered the scene, Raph made his way to stand in front of Casey, “Leo! He’s a friend!”. He looked his sister in the eye, “He’s the one who helped me get home”, Leona hesitated for a second before lowering, her face relaxing making Casey feel like he could breathe again. “Man bud, i knew your sis was overprotecting but i didn’t think she’d point a sword to my face”, Casey said with an awkward smile, making Raph snort. 

“Young man, what is your name?” Master Splinter walked closer to them using his cane for support. Casey looked at the old rat, on their way here Raph mentioned his dad had part of his life force stolen, whatever that meant, leaving him weak. He cleared his throat, before speaking “Casey Jones”. The old rat lowered his head and thanked Casey for bringing his son back. Casey felt a bit awkward, he just helped a lost kid, it was what any decent person would have done. Splinter explained, he and his family were usually met with fear and aggression, so they were all really worried for Raph’s safety. 

Before he left, Casey felt a hand tugging at his hoodie, “will i see you again?”, Raph asked. Casey smiled his best big brother smile, “of course bud”, an idea popped into his head and he pulled out his phone “actually why don’t i give you my number, then you can call me anytime”. 

After Casey left, Raph was brought to the little infirmary they had in Donny’s lab where his sibling fussed over him and checked to see if he was injured. Raph seized the opportunity to apologize to Mikey while Leo and Donny helped Master Splinter get to bed. The orange banded turtle simply smiled one of his genuine smiles “don’t sweat it squirt, i'm just glad you’re okay”.

Later on as all of them entered their rooms ready to call it a night, Raph knocked softly on Leo’s door before entering. His sister was sitting in her bed, a book in her hand, she looked at him with a calm expression, no trace of anger. He asked if he could sleep with her that night, and she just nodded, placed her book on her little nightstand and scooched over to make room for him in her bed. As they laid together, Raph felt Leo pull the covers over him, remembering Casey’s words, he took a deep breath. “Leo?”, a soft ‘mmmh’ left his sister's lips, “I’m sorry for snapping at you”. He looked up to meet his sister’s gaze, the same sweet smile. A hand was placed softly on his cheek, “And I'm sorry about leaving you behind, I know you just want to help”. Raph pressed himself closer to his sister, who pulled him into an embrace, she softly sang the melody their father sang to them as kids, “from now on, we do things together, all of us”, she said before resuming her singing. Raph closed his eyes letting the familiar melody calm him down, “promise?”

“I promise”

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alma perdida - chapter one (point five)

Top Gun: Maverick - original character insert  

3.7k || Viper takes in Rhett Masters wild child.

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Genre: angst

CW: abandonment, parental neglect

Author’s note: I'm super excited to do these .5 chapters where I go into the heads of Top Gun and Top Gun: Maverick characters! Hopefully you all enjoy them too! || cross-posted on ao3

prologue  chapter one

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To say he had no clue what he was doing would be an understatement, and it caught him off guard. There had been several decades in between the last time he'd felt this in the dark. Every attempt to rationalize the feeling left him drowning in memories of war.  Viper had seen shit. He had flown a McDonnell Douglas F-4 Phantom II through a war he’d had no business being a part of and, in all honesty, wished he had never fought in to begin with. It wasn’t the war that swallowed him in a world of confusion, it was trying to reinstate himself into society that did it.

Maybe if he had never jumped on the opportunity to train as a pilot then he would have escaped the nightmares that plagued him for years after he’d come home, but, in the same thought, Metcalf knew he wouldn’t be in the same position he was today. A blessing or a curse?

The war had given him a lot. Friends, a status that led to his current position, and discipline many of these new soldiers might never understand. He was fine with that - to an extent. Having Maverick buzz the control tower could be excused. He was young, dumb, and, mostly, untouched by the true nature of their jobs. The American side of the Cold War served no better purpose to hype up a generation of soldiers waiting for war. A blind earnestness that would surely be wiped clean with a crash landing into a dense, foreign jungle.

Having a kill did something to a man. Having a kill then not being able to immediately return home and try to immerse yourself back into the normalcy of life was a completely different story. It was the soldiers that were young, dumb, and purposefully ignorant that wormed their way under his skin.

And none of them were able to push Mike to that sense of frustration faster than Rhett Masters. Someone who felt the need to arrive unannounced and unwelcomed, dragging his daughter up Metcalf’s driveway with a sense of urgency that Viper couldn’t place.

“You have to take her.” The words were said without leaving any room for argument.

“Nice to see you too, Rhett.” Viper kept his tone flat. Letting his aggravation take flight would cause more issues. “What can I do for you?”

It was the wrong question to ask. Viper cursed himself for not being able to tell from the look on Rhett’s face that it was the wrong question to ask. He should have known it would launch a conversation dispute that lasted for hours. Two grown men and a child burning up underneath the bright California sun.

“I don’t want her. I can’t have her,” Rhett said. At least he had the decency to whisper-yell those last two sentences in Mike’s ear, protecting that poor child in some convoluted way. She had drifted away from the pair about an hour into the argument, choosing instead to inspect the ground with the same focus Viper remembered heightening during adrenaline spikes in Vietnam.

If she did end up staying, though he could not imagine a world where he allowed Rhett to leave here without his child, Viper figured he’d be using all the parenting books he could find to carefully dismantle those feelings of… god he didn’t know where to start. This kid was going to be all sorts of fucked up.

Mike already had kids. He’d done this entire parenting thing already. Cleaning snotty noses, talking through temper tantrums, and pouring over math homework late at night. His kids turned out alright. They behaved with military discipline. As much discipline as young kids could have and, even as teenagers, Viper had worked tirelessly to create trust. So that when moments for sneaking out and relationships and other nerve wracking conversations came about there was no fear in coming to talk to Dad - this girl would have none of that.

She’d have nothing but a memory of her father pawning her off onto another family with no better reason than “you have to take her.” He couldn’t let her live with that memory. He couldn’t let her father leave her here, but what better fate would be awaiting her if he sent her back to Illinois with someone who held no hesitation in proclaiming he did not want her.

Viper had no clue what her childhood had been like up until she had been dragged onto his driveway with a haphazardly packed suitcase. There was a sleeve sticking out of the zipper and hanging uselessly on the ground. And he could not ignore the pity that had steadily rooted itself below his ribs over the course of the past hour and a half.

“I don’t see why I have to do you this favor, Rhett.” He stuffed his hands deep into his pockets. “I respected the hell out of your father, but he would not be proud of this decision you’re making. This is your kid. You and Syd took the responsibility of keeping her a long time ago. I am not going to be the person to bail the two of you out because the two of you couldn’t think this through.”

“Her mother’s dead, Mike.”

He could have led with that. “When?”

“One month ago.” Holy shit. “Carjacking gone wrong. It… the cops almost couldn’t identify her.”

Bee kicked at a rock, altering the pair to her presence once again, and killing the condolences hanging on Viper’s tongue. He can’t bring himself to apologize to a man abandoning his child in the wake of losing her mother. Not after going home to visit families broken by the war. Kids whose fathers would never come home and mothers that clung to their babies a little harder at night because of it.

“And now you have to find somewhere long-term for her to stay,” Viper said, the pieces clicked into place. “I’m the only person you can ask?”

“Syd’s ma died a few years back and she never knew her father. My folks are long gone, and you know all we had was each other.”

They had each other, and this girl would have no one, Mike thought.

Rhett leaned in, turning his back on Bee. “I’m on track for rising through the ranks, Mike. If I keep her, I can’t reenlist.”

“Keep her? She’s not some dog you can drop off at the pound, Masters. It’s not as easy as just leaving your kid at my doorstep. That was your plan, wasn’t it?” There was an alternate timeline floating around in Viper’s mind where he had not been out front landscaping when Rhett pulled up, with Metcalf finding the kid on his doorstep hours later.

He ran a hand down his face. Every fiber of his being was leaning further and further towards the option of screaming, swearing, and kicking him off his property. But one look at that little girl had him sighing. “It’s going to be a lot of paperwork and meetings. You’re not allowed to drop off the face of the planet.”

Rhett nodded, enthusiastic at the steady crack he’d managed to chisel away into Viper’s demeanor. “I won’t, Mike. You’ve got to do this for me.”

Viper stepped away from him with a deep exhale. “No,” he said and the word snapped Bee’s head up to look him in the eye. Their first moment of eye contact with him since the first time she got out of the rental car parked on the street. “I’m doing this for her.” He waved her over. “C’mon sweetie. We’ll go inside.”

There was no ignoring the scathing iciness radiating off of such a small child as she pushed past her father and towards the front door, knuckles turning white on the handle of her suitcase. Without a word, Viper followed her towards the house. Bee wasn’t the only one holding back a white hot rage. It wouldn’t be a good look on adoption papers, or however Mike was going to get the green light to gain guardianship of this poor child, to leave the father with a broken nose.

“Oh, and Mike?” Viper paused to turn around, waiting for whatever bullshit was going to fall from Rhett’s mouth next. “She loves jets.”

“We’ll get along no problem then.”

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To say she brought out the worst in him was simultaneously an exaggeration and an understatement. Masters’ kid served to challenge Viper in ways he hadn’t prepared for. There was no way he suspected he could prepare for having her in his life even if he’d been given the time to. Temper tantrums in response to life-altering decisions out of her control was one thing. Receiving a call from the Admiral that two children were found unattended in an F-14 was something else entirely.

Bringing his kids (he really had to stop sharpening that line) to base had never resulted in dragging one of them out of a fighter jet. He used to have to convince them to come watch the planes take off because “once you saw one shoot up into the air you’d seen them all.” It had upset him once, but now Viper hoped, for his own blood pressure, that Bee could have been more like his children… more like her older role models? No, that didn’t sound right. Clearly her older role models were Bradley and Mav. The latter being a great explanation for the reason she scrambled out of the jet with ease.

“What were you thinking?” The words had come out in a shout. Louder than Viper had intended, he was used to schooling people who knew better (hence the inclination Maverick had been influencing Bee). It could be argued the ten-year-old in front of him knew better. She might have only been living in his house for a few months, but she knew better. Even more, Bradley, who was climbing out of the jet after her, knew better. But it wasn’t his place to parent that child.

“It’s not Bradley’s fault,” Bee said. She stood like a soldier, back straight, face impassive, and eyes straight ahead. Emotionally unattached in a way no ten-year-old should ever have to be.

Her reaction almost made Viper want to reach out and pull her into a hug, but Maverick cut off his thought before he could act on it. “Don’t lie to get the kid out of trouble, Bee.” He crossed his arms and looked over at Mike. “He didn’t have to get in there after you.”

For the slightest moment the stony facade broke down, her eyes catching Viper’s with panic. “Mav is right. Bradley has to shoulder the weight of his decisions the same way you’re going to have to.”

“But he was only trying to show me the jet! It wasn’t his idea to get into it!”

“Bee,” Bradley said, stepping in front of Bee as her voice reached a heightened pitch. He reached out to brush a piece of hair behind her ear then turned to look at a Viper and Mav. And when Bradley saw the way Viper’s stern expression didn’t change, he relented, “You heard them. I’m at fault too, so cut it out.”

The tone in her shout, “Bradley, it’s not fair!” confirmed Mike’s biggest fears. This was going to be a meltdown in front of all his respected coworkers… and Maverick. Viper turned to look over his shoulder at the rest of the men lingering around the doorway, the Admiral being one. Without a word, they all exited the hangar, but Mike could feel his bosses glare long after he’d left.

“Bee.” Her head snapped over to look at him. Eyes wide and panicked. The lip quiver he’d been expecting when he walked into the hanger finally emerged. “Let’s go home.”

“Not until you promise Bradley won’t get in trouble.”

“He’s not my kid.”

“Mav,” she said, leaning to look around Viper at him. “It wasn’t Bradley’s idea to get in the jet. He just wanted to show me. He only got in to make sure I wouldn’t break anything or get hurt.”

Silence clung to the walls of the hangar. Bradley’s stare kept flicking from Bee to Mav to Viper, always lingering on Mike. He couldn’t blame the kid entirely. These past two months dealing with Bee had been instance after instance ending in a scolding. They had been smaller mishaps. Breaking things out of frustration, leaving the house without telling him to go down to the park, or racking up the minutes on his cellphone to try and place calls to her father. He wanted to pull Bradley into his side the way Mav always did. Anything to tell the kid that everything would work out okay.

Bee took a hesitant step forward, finally escaping from using Bradley as a newfound safety net. “You have to believe me.”

“We believe you, kid,” Mike said, “but this is a discussion we’re going have to finish at home. All I know right now is that you’re grounded. Seriously grounded and that’s not up for discussion.”

Maverick stepped forward, waving a hand at Bradley, and said, “It’s time to go.”

“Mr. Metcalf, sir,” Bradley cut in, shaking his head, and ignoring Mav as he got closer and closer. “I know what we did tonight was wrong, really, really wrong, but don’t be too harsh. We didn’t mean any harm-”

“That’s enough, Bradley.” Maverick grabbed him loosely by the arm. “Say goodbye.”

“No! Mav, can’t we just talk this out.”

“I know what that means, I invented ‘can’t we just talk this out’ to get out of trouble.”

Viper bit back a laugh. He'd been on the receiving end of that line more times than he could count. “We can come back to a bigger discussion after we’ve all cooled down.”

Bradley tried to pipe up more as he was more or less dragged out of the hangar getting his own talking to from Maverick on the way out. Viper, hands deep into his pockets, stood patiently until they were completely out of sight, and earshot, before turning to look Bee in the face.

“I’m disappointed in you.” He nodded towards the door. “Very disappointed, and I would like to know what you were thinking. You never answered that question.”

“I wasn’t thinking.”

“That’s obvious,” he said as they headed outside. If she were older he’d chalk it up to her being a reckless teenager, but she was still a child. Even if she’d been forced to mature more in her life these past few years than most people had to over a course of a lifetime. “Did you stop to consider the consequences?”

“I considered how cool and shiny it looked.”

“You owe Maverick and Bradley apologies,” he said, only to be met with a defiant, “That’s what I was trying to do! But you wouldn’t let me talk ‘cause you don’t care about me!”

Viper stopped in his tracks. He couldn’t hold her own emotions against her, but he couldn’t ignore the frustration that shot through him. If only she realized what he had truly been trying to do on the driveway all those months ago.

“We’re done discussing this for right now, Bee. You’re going to get in the car. We’re going to go home. Then you can sit across from Mrs. Metcalf and tell her exactly what happened today.”

She attempted to cut him off with a, “But-” but Viper shook his head and she shut her mouth. “She’s going to be more disappointed than I am. You’re going to have to work hard to regain our trust,” he continued. “This behavior will not be tolerated.”

Mike didn’t know what he was expecting, but Bee throwing her hands up with a scream and storming off in the direction of the car was not on the list. She threw curses that would’ve made a nun blush and angry, incoherent shouts out the entire time until he snapped at her to cut it out. The argument punctuated by the slamming of a car door. Their drive to the house was full of angry silence. Every attempt he made to talk to her again was met with her twisting away from him in the front seat. He tried to turn on the radio only for it to be aggressively silenced and he couldn’t help it… he yelled at her again.

“If you’re going to keep being a brat, you can spend this weekend in your room!” He gripped the steering wheel, trying to take deeper breaths. Mike wanted to sit down with his wife and talk this through. She was better at the discipline. He was military through and through. There was the constant urge to pull over and have Bee drop and give him 20. This punishment had been enough to put his kids through once and have them fall into place. That’s when he was no longer put in charge of laying the groundwork for what a ‘grounding’ constituted.

“You’re so mean to me,” Bee said, arms still crossed so tightly it was a miracle her collarbone hadn’t snapped. “I want to go home.”

Viper ran a tongue over his lips. A chance to gather his words before he said something he regretted to Bee. She wasn’t old enough to understand everything that was happening. Or she was, he couldn’t deny how bright she was for her age, but emotion still ruled her mind. “Kid, you want to be here, believe me. Otherwise you’d never know what it means to take consequences for your actions seriously and that’s exactly what you’re going to do. You’re going to be grounded for all that swearing you thought you could get away with. You’re going to be grounded for that stunt you pulled today. You’re going to be grounded until you realize how this behavior is unacceptable and we are going to go home so you can start thinking about why what you did today was stupid and dangerous.”

“You’re not allowed to say stupid.”

“That was your take away?” He asked, force still put behind it. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Send me to my room,” Bee tried to joke with him, but her voice broke halfway through.

He pulled into the cracked driveway with a sigh. That was something he’d been putting off getting fixed. There wasn’t time. Not with the long hours he’d been pulling at work and the time in between trying to work his way through the tormented mind of a ten-year-old. Clearly he and Mav’s idea to befriend Bradley and Bee after school had backfired.

“When you’re ready to apologize to Maverick and Bradley for putting them in a tough position you come find me, okay?” He turned off the car. “Coming in?”

She shook her head. There were still tears coming down her cheeks in full force and Viper watched her wrestle with trying to keep this meltdown under control. “No,” she said with a croak.

“I’m going to go inside. You come in when you’re ready.”

Whatever word Bee had planned to say came out as a sob instead. Viper reached across the center counsel to try and comfort her, but she jerked away quickly. So, he took his time exiting the car in the hopes she’d look over and beg him to say and ask him for help. But she didn’t. She just sat in the passenger seat of the car crying, and Viper felt that same tug of helplessness he did the same time his firstborn had come to him inconsolable. He’d known how to help his son. He wasn’t sure he’d ever know how to help her.  

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“Hey, Viper?” A voice, surprisingly meek, sounded from the door. He looked up from the paperwork scattered on his desk. Bee stood, half-hidden, looking shy. Not at all like herself at all. “Can you drop me off at Mav’s?”

“You want to go over there?” Viper asked. “You know you’re grounded.”

He drummed his fingers against the wooden desk. It had once belonged to her grandpa, signed to Mike Metcalf in his will as a thank you for saving his life all those years ago. She had never known the man. Maybe one day down the line he would tell her about her grandfather. That he would have taken her in without question and spoiled her beyond reason.

Bee nodded with hesitation. Viper could see the resolve behind her eyes. If he didn’t take her, she’d find a way there on her own. It was the mere act of asking Viper that had her so unsure. “I wanted to show Bradley this new edition F-14 user manual I found.”

He’d never met a pair of kids who willingly read user manuals. “The two of you have a weird friendship.”

“I also wanted to apologize to him and Mav for making a bad decision earlier. It was my fault.”

Viper smiled at her and said, “Then of course I’ll take you over there, kid..” He got up from his desk to clean up the incident report and formal apology letter he’d taken upon himself to craft. There were a lot of strings Viper had pulled since Bee showed up. He hoped there were enough left for him to be able to sweep this incident under the rug.

“I wanted to apologize for yelling at you earlier. I was worried about you. What you did today was careless and the way you reacted was unacceptable. We have to work on that, Bee.” He looked up at her. The clock over his door told him it was late, way too late to head over to Mav’s but Bee crossed into the room to wrap her arms around his middle

“I know, Mike,” she said. “I’m sorry.”

Surely Maverick wouldn’t mind the interruption. Bradley had looked particularly distraught when he’d been dragged out of the hangar without the chance to see if Bee was okay. Mike was sure parenting a kid like her would allow for the slight bending of rules to better her life.

He rested a hand atop her head, relishing in this small step forward in their relationship. All he wanted for this kid was to be a little less stranger and a little more parent. “You’re still grounded,” he told her and she let out a wet, tearfilled, “I figured.”

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What if the Powerpuff Girls had a babysitter who has superpowers?

I wrote this after work and it shows, my brain was in teacher mode the entire time.

Super Powered Babysitter (PPG)

How Professor Utonium even found a babysitter in the first place is the real question. Was there a newspaper ad? How many people did he have to interview? How many disguises did Mojo Jojo go through before finally giving up after the last rejection? How would one even begin to interview a potential babysitter when the children in question have the ability to fly? Forget first aid, their catching ability is the real key!

Blossom is the leader kid. She’s not the leader because she’s the smartest but because she benefits the most from structure and enforces it accordingly - she’s reminding the babysitter about the rules and will tattle on Buttercup for trying to skirt around them. Super beneficial to a degree, but after the nth screeching pink bolt yelling about incorrectly stacked plates it is a lesson in patience to be had. 

The babysitter having powers does not change this. Unless their power is the power of a mute-button, Blossom 100% is going to be quoting the rules. But now, Blossom has several questions for them; there is not a single super-powered being over age 10 in Townsville who is not evil. This is a first. Simply put, she’s never met a positive role-model with powers before and she is fascinated. Expect a small clipboard of stickers and scientific questions. “How high can they fly?” “Can they survive cold drops?” “Are they indestructible?” (Good luck, babysitter. Clarify powers upfront for your own sake.)

This should be a shock to no one but Buttercup is one confrontational child. “Authority resistant” doesn’t begin to cover it; this is a stranger in her space telling her what to do and she’s expected to listen? Absolutely not. A teenager or relatable adult might be able to skip this and get to the “ah, you don’t know the rules - that’s a loophole” phase faster, but if the babysitter is the enforcer sort, disciplinarian and all, Buttercup is going to make her dislike known. 

Temper tantrums are bad as is. A super powered one is the stuff of nightmares.

Powers throw in an unexpected dynamic. Yes, she is still suspicious and wary and very, very combative if the babysitter has an off-vibe, but… This is an older person who has powers. And isn’t a criminal (though the jury’s still out on that - expect a lot of suspicious side-eyes). This is someone who might be able to give pointers. And do cool stuff. This babysitter gets a pass. For now.

The trickiest one is arguably Bubbles. She’s sweet, she’s imaginative, she’s very much endearing… and she’s very difficult to say no to and she has imaginary rules that she doesn’t make known all the time.  Meaning: yes, she wants a snack but you have to leave the bag of goldfish on the plate so that she can put the goldfish dust on the cheese stick, otherwise the snack is ruined. No, she will not tell you this beforehand.  A super-powered babysitter is the most exciting person Bubbles has ever met, and she lets that be known. Blossom is the one with scientific questions, Buttercup’s got the training questions on lock down, and Bubbles wants to see what they can do. She doesn’t have a babysitter, she has an free entertainer for the next few hours. Babysitter has sparkling powers? They’re going to find out how many times they can the air glitter within a single hour.

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Leaving Me Behind

Originally posted August 5th (Now November 11th)

Warnings: Child neglect

(Platonic) Pairing: Satan and Mammon

Type: Hurt/Comfort | Angst

Words: 1247

Summary: A young Satan runs into Lucifer in the hallways. Satan tries to talk to the older demon only to be yelled at. Mammon finds Satan upset in his room and goes to help. Satan realizes he has somebody to rely on.

Satan left the bathroom, heading back to his room.

Before he could make it, he noticed Lucifer leaving his office.

Finally! This was his chance! He could talk to the older demon and maybe, just maybe, he would spend some time with him.

"Luci!" He ran up excitedly, grabbing onto Lucifer's leg, "You've left your office!"

The fact that he stated the obvious didn't cross his mind. He was just too excited.

Lucifer put his hand onto Satan's forehead, pushing with force. Satan's still uncoordinated body fell onto the floor.

He pushed himself up onto his elbows, "Why'd you do that?"

He whimpered, tears pricking the corner of his eyes.

Lucifer groaned, "I don't need you getting in the way."

Tear's started to stream down his face, "I didn't mean to."

Lucifer glared down at him and mumbled, "I don't even know why Mammon bothered keeping you."

Satan's eye's widened as he gasped. His tears increased in speed.

Lucifer let out a small growl, "Stop crying! The last thing I needed was a pathetic kid wandering around the house!"

His heart dropped at the next thing Lucifer said, "I wish you were dead instead of Lilith."

Satan may not have been the oldest, but he knew who Lilith was. Mammon told him before, explaining why the brothers were so distant from the young boy.

He also remembered her himself. Memories coming through in hallucinations and nightmares. Lucifer's memories of the Celestial Realm mixing in an awkward state. He didn't know what happened, yet he still had memory of it.

To his brothers, he was just a reminder of their dead sister. Of their failures.

Lucifer stormed off, leaving the crying child alone in the hallway.

Satan sobbed as he ran back to his room, slamming the door shut behind him.

All he wanted was some attention from the elder.

Attention from the man who was practically his father.

Some sort of love to show that maybe, he cared at least a little bit.

He stepped into his disorganized room. He liked it much better this way. He always knew where everything was.

Yet, he couldn't locate the one thing he wanted.

Where was the damn cat plush?

Mammon had bought him a gray knitted wool cat. It was filled with some sort of sand and it had mismatched cyan and black button eyes.

He had it since he was one, and couldn't sleep without it.

He threw his blankets off of his bed. Anger overtook his form, face turning red.

He sobbed loudly, feelings mixing in a way that made him feel sick.

He kicked and pushed over the small stacks of books that were starting to form in front of his small bookshelf.

Instead of feeling sadness, his wrath interfered. He didn't know how to control his sin very well yet. Any strong emotions would form into anger, leaving him in a tantrum.

He grabbed at random, throwing things at the wall with vigor.

Occasionally there were shattering noises, or very loud thuds.

Where did his cat plush go? Why was he so angry?

Bad thoughts were swarming his head.

They all want you gone.

You're nothing but a burden.

You're nothing but a replacement.

They wish you were dead.

"This is adult stuff you don't need to know about."

Lucifer hates you.

Mammon only takes care of you because he feels obligated.

You're just a stupid kid.

"Awww he's like a mini Lucifer!"

You're just like your father!

Him and Lucifer are too similar. They look too similar.

"You look JUST like Lilith!"

"You and Lucifer act so much alike!"

Stop stop stop stopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstOPSTOPSTOPSTOP

SHUT UP!

"Why were you even born?"

SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP

"JUST SHUT UP!" He found himself yelling.

He held his head tightly as he breathed heavily.

His tiny body collapsed to the floor. He shook as he heaved in breaths, "Just shut up," He sobbed out.

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"Please......"

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He didn't understand his own spiral. Body overcome with emotions he was too young for.

Stupid Lucifer. He caused this. He always caused this. Why did he get joy off of Satan's suffering?

He felt like Cinderella, forced onto the floor for everybody else to laugh at and watch suffer.

There was a difference. He didn't get the happy ending. He didn't have a Prince Charming take him away to a beautiful palace.

He wasn't happy.

At the very least her family didn't ignore her.

Why did everyone ignore him?

Why did they pretend he didn't exist?

Belphegor cries everytime he sees Satan.

Lucifer snaps at him.

Beelzebub compares him to Lilith.

Asmo tries to interact and help but only makes things worse.

When was the last time he even saw Levi?

Mammon was there

But Mammon wasn't happy either.

He always looked so tired.

Satan knew the last thing Mammon needed was to deal with him.

He was just adding more stress onto Mammon's life.

He didn't need him. None of them needed him.

It felt as if his picture was glued onto one of a happy family.

He didn't belong. They were all fallen angels while he was born a demon.

They had spent thousands of years together only for him to be tacked on like some small sticker in a big sale.

He didn't know much about the Celestial Realm. And it hurt. It hurt so bad that he didn't know the first thing about his family.

He felt like he was just watching them from afar. Staring in at them without any clue as to who they were.

Because he was. That's exactly what he was doing.

He didn't fit in. He wasn't even one of the brothers.

So why was he even here?

At that he angrily threw a valuable at the wall.

He froze, staring at the broken pieces.

The one gift he had been given from Lucifer.

His sob's increased in volume. He knew he was pretty much screaming at this point but everything was too overwhelming for him to care.

He flopped onto the floor, kicking his feet in anger, confusion, and sadness.

Why was this his life? Why must the world be so cruel?

It wasn't fair

He heard the door click and turned to face it.

There Mammon stood, staring at the mess he made of his room, eyes ultimately landing on the crying child in the middle.

He crouched next to Satan, "What's the matter?"

He wiped his sweater sleeves against his rapidly crying eyes, "Lucifer hates me!"

Mammon picked him up, cradling him in his arms, "I'm sure he doesn't hate ya. He's just busy."

Satan cried harder, "He said he wishes I was dead!"

Mammon's face twisted with concern, "Ya know he doesn't mean it."

He curles his hands into Mammon's shirt, "He hates me! You all hate me!"

The child continued to shake and sob. Mammon's concern worsened.

Mammon ran his hand through Satan's hair, "Listen kid, I don't hate ya. Neither does anybody else. They're just goin' through a tough time."

Satan moved to speak, "But Lucifer-"

Mammon interrupted, "Ya know what, fuck Lucifer."

Satan was a bit taken back by the cursing, but agreed, "Yeah... fuck Lucifer."

It felt nice to say. He buried himself deeper into Mammon's chest.

He leeched off of Mammon's body heat, feeling incredibly comfortable in his arms.

You know what?

Why does he care what Lucifer thinks.

Why did he ever care?

In that moment he knew one thing for sure.

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He now hated Lucifer.