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one sentence(ish) summaries of every magnus archive episode PART 2
(eps 61-110) thank u for the funny comments and tags on the last part i love u guys
the rest of these may take a while as i've caught up to where i am currently in the podcast but i will finish them like in a month i promise
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61. the thrilling sequel to man does not open coffin: man DOES open coffin.
62. surely this doctor can find an easier way to scam people out of money than putting them in a little book.
63. THE DARK ATE MY BROTHER IN LAW.
64. this is possibly the plot of laura croft tomb raider
65. mmm crumchy
66. what's the opposite of an unboxing video
67. as close to a coffeeshop au as you're going to get from this podcast
68. Doctors hate him! Man REFUSES to die from tuberculosis!
69. your college's psych department has the worst idea ever.
70. reverse death note
71. not even death will stop this woman from taking the british subway
72. man doesn't want to be low key racist in his last moments before getting eaten
73. police versus the second coming of dark jesus
74. lady is haunted by an ad for coffee
75. mike crew says "uh fuck it let's just put this guy on a skyscraper forever"
76. ryan from buzzfeed unsolved breaks into a train yard and suffers consequences
77. you're not a enough of a bitch to be my real mom
78. man gets harassed by his cousin and then exorcises him
79. you know that chase scene in scooby doo with the doors
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80. stupid idiot motherfucking jurgen leitner
81. i have been personally victimized by the sequel to the hungry hungry caterpillar
82. pov: elias threatens to cancel you
83. mannequin takes matters into its own hands after people don't like its pitch for a new window display
84. a hoarder put newspaper on my friend's face :(
85. hey there's maybe a little man upon these stairs?
86. man gets got by a squiggly thing in the dark.
87. plumber is so oblivious to spooky happenings around him that it possibly saves his life.
88. guys i think this guy likes to dig
89. lesbian investment banker finds a new, less evil job: arson!
90. guy who turns people's bones starts a gym where he promises not to turn your bones! (he is lying)
91. i was stalked by lightning for 10 years and i all i got were these stupid scars
92. jonah magnus is a bad friend // another day another elias slay
93. ocd is no match for purple fuzz
94. let the bodies drop gently to the floor let the bodies drop gently to the floor
95. im so sorry my brain refuses to remember what the war ones were about but i think one guy got gently kissed on the forehead so that's pretty nice.
96. diversity wins! the not-quite-human delivery men who stole your identity and business are maybe gay?
97. man gets gaslighted by an entire town about a hole
98. 🎶mister sandman bring me a dream, actually don't, please stay far from me 🎶
99. another one bites the dust
100. archival assistants face off against the general public (they lose)
101. jon finally levels up high enough to unlock an eldritch horror's tragic backstory
102. LOCAL MAN MARRIES BUG
103. peppa eats a clown and they cover her in concrete instead of congratulating her.
104. pennywise stole my brother's skin
105. it's world war z baby
106. Something Big Is In Space.
107. man is interrogated about the time he saw thomas the train roasts people alive and also sans is there
108. actor is stalked by mask who liked his monologue so much that it tells its mask friends to come watch.
109. sometimes a family is just a serial killer's daughter and that guy who maybe killed some vampires
110. yeah man those spiders be eating
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Batfam as characters in one of those manhwas if they each got killed and transmigrated (by themselves, there is no shipping in this post):
Alfred
The Head Butler
The hidden veteran
The grandfather with a lot of money
Bruce Wayne
Tired Dad of the Villainess (bc let’s be real he’s got a pretty decent track record of making sure his kids don’t turn into outright war criminals)
Father of the male lead
Maybe the cold northern duke but this man would not be falling in love with anyone tbh
Dick Grayson
Male lead frfr
The villainess
Older brother of the villainess (he’s damn versatile)
Tragic second lead is also a good contender but only
Knight Captain of the empire or whatever but only bc Dick was a cop once
Wise mentor/friend (who’s probably an immortal)
Crown prince in disguise
Barbara Gordon
Master of the magic tower
Merchant guild leader
Spy network owner
King maker
Shadow ruler
A crown Princess, but only bc Barbara Gordon’s letting whoever the king/queen is remain in charge so she doesn’t have to deal with the annoying courtiers
Cassandra Cain
The OG female lead
The OP SAINTESS (the good ones)
THE LOVE INTEREST (bc I have a major crush on her kickassery)
The villainess’ royal ally/friend bc Cassandra deserves to be treated like royalty dammit
Crown Princess that had to take over the kingdom bc her parents sucked at their job
Aura Master who’s underestimated bc she’s small
Magician of the tower, second in command
Information Broker, maybe
Jason Todd
The villainess (good route OR bad route)
The mercenary king
The dragon slayer
The male lead that’s probably a red flag but he’s hot and totally respectful of the love interest so you just kind of poof the homicide away. What murder?
Crown Prince that raises the education levels of the kingdom
Tim Drake
The villainess. Like. THE villainess. War crimes for the good of the people? Yes.
The villainess that takes over the kingdom and overthrows her shitty king-father
Revolutionary co-leader
Prolly opens coffee franchises to make hella bank
Spy network owner?
That one male lead with the super tragic background but is also like committing crimes to help his kingdom or something
The Sleeping Beauty Prince
Stephanie Brown
CROWN PRINCESS
The villainess that was neglected but turns everyone to her side but the end of the manhwa
Revolutionary Queen
Mercenary Queen
Aura Master/Sword Master
Legendary mage or the tower (Steph would be a menace with magic let’s be real)
Salon Owner
Duke Thomas
The main lead who is seen escaping the palace guards in the first two episodes/chapters
Roguish Crown Prince (full of respect women juice obv.)
Rebellion leader who used to be the king’s trusted knight in shiny armor
Mercenary King
Damian Wayne
Sword master, genius prince of the kingdom
Beast tamer
Dragon warrior (let’s be real, Damian would lose it over having an actual dragons)
Serious Crown Prince (with kennels of “hunting dogs” that we all know is there for him to cuddle)
Cold Northern Duke but he’s cold frfr bc his family isn’t with him
Former assassin turned Duke of the east or something
The famous painter
Alternatively, they all say “fuck it, I don’t fuck with monarchies” and start a revolution.
I wrote this pretty late so it might be off lmfao
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✧ Summary~ the boys show you how much trouble your attitude is gonna get you into
✧ Warnings~ Oral (m receiving), thigh fucking, lotts of degrading, praising, readers a smart ass but teyam shuts her down, dom! Teyam and So’lek, soft(ish)dom! lo’ak, choking, size kink, fingering, marking, mentions of punishment, cliffhanger, foursome, polyamorous relationships, and I think that’s it. Lmk if I missed anything, and enjoy <33
✧ Translations~ Yawntutsyìp- Darling, little loved one, Tìyawn-love,
Your mates were all too familiar with your little “bratty episodes”, as lo’ak liked to call them. So familiar that over time, they figured out how to deal with them. But whenever you pushed too far, they would just give you a look. A look that told you to run.
So you did.
Your lungs were burning, limbs growing fatigued and weak with every step. You don’t even know how long you’ve been running for, but obviously not long enough for them to lose sight of you. Even if they did give you a 20 second head start.
The ruffles and creaks that came from the trees above you told you that two of the three of your mates were above you. Your legs pushed you faster at the realization of the only two footsteps you picked up on. ‘Where is he?’ Your mind wandered, scanning the area around you before making a sharp turn towards a nearby tree that lead to a secret path that you thought no one knew about.
You thought no one knew about it.
But that’s when you were proven wrong because of the all too familiar chest you collided with as you turned that corner, a sharp hiss leaving you at the pain stinging at your nose. You turn your gaze up slowly to see who you hit, but apparently you didn’t have to, since the ikran claw necklace that was staring right back at you told you all that you needed to know.
“Hey,mamas” the most cocky grin covered his face.
Tears filled in your eyes, not because of fear, but because of frustration. Your attempts at trying to outsmart them failed,and you knew they were going to push you to your absolute limits until you realize why you’re wrong. “Let me go. That wasn’t a fair chase and you know that, Lo’ak. You-“
“Enough.” The thick, roughness of Neteyams heavy accent made you jump, his presence startling you slightly. Lo’ak turned you around quicker before you could protest, pressing your back snug against his chest so that you were facing the two men infront of you.
They had the same smirk on their faces, making a mixture of anger and heat bundle in your core. No matter how much they irritated you, they turned you on all the same. “You put up quite the chase, yawntutsyìp, too bad we caught you so fast though.” Solek taunts, walking closer to you so he can run his fingers over your heaving chest, pinching and squeezing your breast roughly.
You bite back a whimper at the feeling, instead settling for a witty little comment instead. “Awh, do you want a sticker? Or do you want me to make you guys some cookies for being such good hunters?” Lo’ak giggled quietly at your response,but So’lek and neteyam? Eywa. You swear you could see steam coming out of their ears.
You open you mouth to say something else but you’re stopped by neteyams hand on your neck. Your faces were inches apart, his braids fell effortlessly over his shoulders and there was a deep scowl that was embedded in his features. “I said that’s enough, did I not?” His question was rhetorical, but you nodded ‘yes’ anyway.
He yanks your face somehow closer to his, growling lowly. “Use your words, babygirl.”
“Yes, you did, teyam..” you whimper.
“Hm. That’s what I thought. On your knees, now.” You aren’t even given time to respond before lo’ak takes his hands off of your arms and pushes you down onto your knees, now standing infront of you and not behind you.
A mixture of nerves and arousal pooled in your belly at the sight of all three of their huge bulges infront of you. “Relax, mama. You’ll be fine.” Lo’ak coos as he places his hand on the top of your head, the other slowly untying his loincloth. Just the sight of them looking down at you has your loincloth a mess, the hunger in their eyes awakening something primal in you.
You felt neteyam snake his hand under your jaw before he turned it towards him, rubbing the tip of his now unclothed dick against your lips. “Open.” You followed his orders automatically, sticking your tongue out and opening your mouth as wide as you could so he could use you.
Every moan and whimper that came from you made him shudder, making his thrust get sloppier. “Mhm, still can’t keep quiet even when I’m using you like this? What a noisy slut.” He murmured, eyes never leaving your tear filled ones. You glance over to the other two to see they were slowly stroking themselves as neteyam used you, tips giving a never ending stream of precum the longer they touched.
You whine softly at the sight, wanting so badly to taste their bittersweetness on your tongue, but instead you opted for (barely) wrapping your hands around them and repeating their pace. A low moan came from the both of them when your soft hand closed around their leaking dicks, making the coil in their stomachs tighten.
“Such a pretty little whore for us, yawntutsìp. Just one cock isn’t enough for you, hon? Always need three to make you satisfied, hm?.” You heard So’lek whisper before he closed his hand around your own, using it how he wanted, lo’ak doing the same to your other hand.
A muffled, “mhm..” leaves your throat, but it turns into a broken sob when Neteyam pushes his whole length into the hot, tightness of your mouth sitting there for a moment to rest into the feeling before slowly continuing his thrusts on your sensitive mouth. The sensation of him trying to get as deep into your mouth as possible has your whole body going warm and pussy leak, causing you to tighten your grip on So’lek and Lo’ak.
Each of your ears were filled with the all the little soft gags and whimpers, squelching noises, that left the four of you. You could tell they were all close because of how rough they were getting with you, and how each of their bodies seemed to grow needier and needier.
“Fuck, mama..squeezin’ me so tight..this how you want me to fuck you, tìyawn? Hm?” Lo’ak questioned, making Neteyam pull out of you mouth reluctantly and turn your face towards his brother, all three of them groaning and speeding up their pace at the sight of the spit that flowed out of your mouth and connected you to neteyams cock.
You leave soft kisses all over Lo’aks weeping tip, sucking whatever else of his juices came out of it greedily. He damn near sobs when he feels the warmth of your mouth around his tip, threading his long fingers through your hair and tugging harshly so your lips had no choice but to leave his cock.
“I asked you a question, pretty girl..” he whispered, taking your hand and wrapping it around his girthy cock, fucking into your palm mercilessly. “..this how you want me to fuck you? Hm?” A lazy, ‘yes,sir’ leaves your lips, earring you a quiet ‘good girl’ from him before he lets go of your hair, giving you the chance to put your mouth back onto him.
“Then make all of us cum, and I will, mama. You’re already being such a good girl for us, you can do it.” He coos, encouraging you to take all of him into your mouth, setting a deep, steady pace before you feel his hot, thick cum shooting towards the back of your throat. The feeling makes you moan loudly(or as loud as you could get with Neteyam in your throat.) as you closed your thighs together only to be stopped by So’lek holding your hips up so he can fuck into your already closed thighs, sending you a few more thrust before covering your thighs and the ground beneath you in his cum. The same warmth sliding down your back as neteyam came with a broken moan.
All that could be heard was heavy pants and quiet curses/praises that left each of their lips as they came down from their highs. Once they fully relaxed, Lo’ak and So’lek pulled away from you as neteyam picked you up and place you on his lap. The warmth of his body was lulling you into sleep, feeling your body already giving out on you, and almost forgetting the throbbing that was coming from your legs. Almost.
Until lo’ak rubbed small circles on your clit, sliding one finger into you effortlessly as Neteyam bit down on the soft skin of your neck. Yelps and whimpers fell from your lips with every suck and nip they left on your body, causing So’lek to let out a pleased hum before cupping your face lovingly.
“Don’t fall asleep on us now, yawntutsyìp. You know we can’t let you fall asleep without knowing you’ve learned your lesson.”
A/N~ I’m so so soooo sorry this took so long, I didn’t mean to keep my babies waiting, I’ve js been spending time with all of my pookies. But it’s time to spend time with my pookies on here, so this is my lil im sorry gift for yall😚 I hope you guys enjoyed this!! Stay safe and hydrated babies, love you!!
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01. BAD LIAR
warnings: none!!!
authors note: going cray rn guys….sorry if this is a bit long 😓😓
previous chapter. next chapter. masterlist.
the rest of summer break was….depressing.
as they say, lesbian heartbreak hits hard.
ellie must’ve texted you a thousand times, and you couldn’t reply because every time you saw her name on your phone you started bawling.
and your daily stalks of her instagram had you completely salty-faced.
you were so obnoxiously upset, that everything that had anything to do with her made you upset. you worried that if you even saw her face to face, you’d fold on the floor and drown in your own tears.
which was what made being in your room even worse, because it was covered in HER.
open your closet? her old hoodie.
sit at your desk? a framed picture of the two of you.
vanity? polaroids taped to the mirror.
even your BED. which held the stuffed animal she bought you, mr pickles.
mr pickles might as well have been a real pickle from how salty he was from being covered in TEARS during one of your very frequent breakdowns.
you basically lived in your room, your sister having to literally drag you outside to do anything. the only thing that worked was bribing you with food.
“cmon, i made pasta.” was her best excuse to get you out of your self inflicted prison.
ellie showed up at your house a few times, and each time she did, you hid in your room. at one point she actually came upstairs, and you crawled out of your window and hid on your roof until she left.
you did not want to talk to her.
after a while, and constant berating from all your friends and your family, you got over your extremely dramatic episode. well….not really? but at least you weren’t in your room sobbing over a tiktok you saw because the girl “looked like ellie.”
the days leading up to the first day of school basically consisted in you being in a constant state of panic.
what if she talks to me?
what if i have to sit next to her in class?
what if she-
“DUDE. CAN YOU STOP BEING A BATHROOM HOG AND LET ME GET READY?”
you heard your sister yell from outside the door, interrupting your thoughts.
you had been pacing in the bathroom for thirty minutes, losing your fucking mind.
you shouldn’t be this stressed out. it happened almost a month ago. you’ll be fine girl, calm down.
you give yourself a final once-over in the mirror , fixing the two plaits on the sides of your head before adjusting your glasses, and swinging the door open, revealing your pissed off sister.
“fucking finally.”
she muttered under her breath, before dramatically slamming the door behind her.
you gave your dad a hug goodbye before walking over to your car, twirling your keys in your fingers. you had just gotten your license last year, (too scared to get it when you were 16), and you still weren’t very….good at driving.
you opened the car door, making your hand wet from the raindrops , and sat down inside the car.
you watched your sister walk over to the car, with a fucking helmet.
she swung open the door and sat down in the passenger’s seat, setting her bag on the ground.
“…..are you serious?”
you looked over at your sister, a look of disbelief plastered on your face.
“with the way you drive? very much so.”
you roll your eyes at her before pulling out of your driveway, making your way to school.
after you got to school, you really wished you would’ve stayed home.
or transferred schools.
to one in a different country.
because when you walked into your first period, ellie was there.
and your second.
and your third.
and your fourth.
the first half of your day was spent basically hiding from her. sitting as far as possible, making your presence seem non-existent.
it was definitely a chore, but you’d rather do this than actually have to confront her.
even during passing periods, you practically speed-walked to your next period classes, avoiding the brunettes persistent attempts to talk to you.
it was hard to focus on anything in class when you could feel her eyes burning a hole in the back of your head.
lunch was….once again, very depressing. your usual lunch table was just full of ellies friends, and of course, ellie herself.
you looked around the cafeteria for a while , scanning the large room for one of your friends. and yet, you turned up empty.
do i just have zero classes with them?
you finally gave up, walking to the courtyard outside.
the courtyard was fairly empty, given that it was still soaking wet .
you walked over to a bench that looked fairly dry, sitting down and slinging your backpack off your shoulders before sitting it down next to you, grabbing the lunch you packed for yourself.
you started to eat , biting into the quesadilla you made yourself , looking around the courtyard and nodding your head to the music blaring in your headphones.
the noise cancellation blocked out the sound of a door swinging open, and footsteps quickly approaching you.
you continued eating your lunch, this being the most calm you’ve been all day, slightly kicking your feet back and forth as they dangled off the bench.
you don’t notice ellie walking over to you until its too late, and shes standing in front of you, repeating your name.
“hello???”
you look up at her, slightly jumping at her presence and pulling your headphones onto your shoulders.
“uhm….hi.”
you utter, meeting her eyes.
“are you just never gonna talk to me again?”
ellie responded, a disappointed look on her face.
you avoided eye contact with her, staring at your hands in your lap.
“i don’t really…..have anything to say to you.”
you mutter, still avoiding her gaze.
“nothing? you don’t have anything to say about what happened?”
“what do you expect me to say?”
“….i don’t know. i just want to talk to you.”
she looked away from you, fiddling with her rings the same way she did the last time you saw her.”
“are you alright? you haven’t really been posting or anything lately.”
she was looking at my account??
“i’m fine. just haven’t been on my phone much.”
you lied, staring at her shoes.
“i can tell….i must’ve texted you 1000 times and you never answered.”
she anxiously rubbed her arm, trying desperately to hold eye contact with you.
“ ‘m sorry.”
“its fine, i kinda deserved it.”
she lets out a dry chuckle, rubbing her arm with her opposite hand.
theres an awkward silence between the two of you, both fidgeting with your hands and looking everywhere but at each other.
“so… are you and dina like, a thing now?”
you boldly questioned, crossing your legs in front of you.
“no- we were just drunk. we’re just friends.”
“real friendly.” you mumbled under your breath.
“are you uh…seeing anyone?”
ellie asks, slightly bouncing on her feet.
ellie only asks because she knows you aren’t. she wants an ego boost. she just wants you to say it.
she doesn’t expect you to say yes.
and neither do you.
“actually? who is it?”
the realization of what you just said hits you like a truck, the false confidence disappearing and replacing it with fear. you think, maybe for a bit too long, about what to say.
and then you finally utter-
“abby.”
ellies look of confusion is replaced with anger at your answer.
abby anderson. the one girl you knew she hated.
constant bickering and dumb fights, arguments that meant absolutely nothing that lasted their entire high school careers, and the constant competition between the two of them brewed your perfect opportunity for jealousy. your thoughts moved as fast as your mouth.
“cmon, you’re joking right?”
ellie asks before scoffing, readjusting her feet and crossing her arms in front of her.
you shake your head before packing up your things, starting to leave.
you don’t notice that you left your class schedule on the bench.
“you’re not fucking with me?”
ellie was practically fuming, the tips of her ears turning red as she dug her fingers into her arms.
you give her a nod before walking away, quickly turning on your heel.
“are you serious?”
“dead.”
your best friend mina was staring back at you, mouth agape in shock as she listened to you recall what happened during lunch.
your heart beat speeds up as you run around the track, even though you were already basically having a heart attack before you started.
having gym outside was already brutal, and the fact that it was extremely foggy and depressing-looking outside made it ten times worse. usually, you would’ve tired out by now, begging the gym teacher to let you inside because you had a “headache”, but for some reason you were feeling extremely bold today.
as you and your friend slow your pace you feel someone running behind you. you take a deep breath, expecting ellie to pop up behind you, but you’re suprised when you hear an unfamiliar voice call out your name.
you turn around to face her, and you look up and see abby.
your heart hammers in your chest while you try to catch your breath, simultaneously trying to calm your nerves.
“um…hey.”
you reply, staring up at her.
your eyes move to her hands, and you notice a piece of paper in one.
“is this yours?”
abby reaches her hand with the paper towards you, realizing its your class schedule.
“oh yeah, thanks.”
abby smiles at you, shoving her hands into her hoodie pocket. you subconsciously mirror her actions, slipping your hands into yours.
“welcome. we have pretty similar schedules actually.”
“oh really? i didn’t notice.”
you smile at her, and she offers the same smile back.
mina makes her hands smooch, making an obnoxious kissy face behind abby.
“yeah, you seemed like you were kinda staying to yourself today.”
you give her a death glare before looking back to abby, slightly shifting on your feet.
“i guess, i’ve just been….avoiding someone.”
you look away for a second, and see ellie angrily storming towards the two of you, all her anger and eye sight directed towards abby.
shit.
abby looks in the same direction as you, watching you get anxious as ellie walks over.
“you okay?”
you redirect your attention to abby, watching her eyebrows quirk at you in concern.
you give her a quick nod, but the look on her face remains unchanged. she doesn’t believe you.
you feel ellie get closer to you. you run through the thousands of scenarios that could go wrong if she gets over to the two of you.
ellie would think you’re a pathetic weirdo, and abby would think you’re an insane person.
however, your body moves faster than your thoughts, and you choose the absolute worse option to get out of this.
you slightly stand on your tiptoes and smash your lips onto abbys, holding her face with your hands.
her eyes widen in shock, blind to you as you shut yours as hard as possible.
surprisingly, she doesn’t pull away.
ellie sees the sight in front of her and scoffs, staring at the two of you in disbelief.
“guess she wasn’t lying.”
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Hi can I request something for House, like where the reader is helping take care of him after the episode where he loses the patient that he decided to remove the girls leg (sorry I don't remember the episode number) Anyway basically though the reader and House have been hiding their feelings until after that incident so while she is taking care of him they get together (hints at smut)
My new addiction
Warnings: cursing, mention of medical things, mentions of smut, amputation mention, age gap?? Reader is like 35 and House is like over 45, angst, fluff? Mentions of alcohol and alcoholism, mentions of underage drinking, implied smut
Today sucked, like royally sucked, there was a crane that collapsed so House went to go handle patients on the field. A patient was trapped under rubble and House amputated her leg which resulted in her dying anyways. And House was in a mood, a self-destructive mood. He wouldn’t admit it but he felt bad in his own twisted way. He went home the second you called time of death, well after insulting you and the team for a good few minutes. And the worst part was, he still had no clue what was wrong with the patient. You stayed for about an hour, wrapping up notes on the patient before going home. You tried to go to sleep but you couldn’t, you were worried about House. As twisted and fucked up as it was you had managed to fall for the ass, you tried to hide it and ignore it as best you could but you still cared about him. You got in your car and drove to his apartment, just to check in on him.
You knocked, at least 10 times, “HOUSE! I know you’re in there, its me…” you waited a while, but it looks like he wasnt gonna answer. As you started to turn around the door opened. “You really should give a cripple more time to answer the door ya know.” He said, it was obvious he hadn’t gotten any sleep either. “You could’ve said something.” You stated, he opened the door the rest of the way, motioning for you to come in. You were wearing a tank top and pj pants considering you didnt bother changing, and you didnt have a bra on, something House took immediate notice of. “If you had told me what you were wearing I would’ve been much quicker in answering the door,” he said as you walked in, not bothering to hide the fact he was shamelessly checking you out. “Asshole,” you muttered under your breath as you walked towards the couch. There was a half empty bottle of scotch on the table, he sat down next to you, he smelled like whisky and mint. He poured you a glass and offered you some, “no thanks,” you said waving him off, “what, scared that if you’re inebriated the sexual tension will be to much to handle.” He said before downing the glass. “How much have you had to drink?” You ask, ignoring his previous comment, hoping that he was too drunk to notice how flushed you got. “I lost count,” he said pouring another glass, “well i think thats a good enough indicator you should stop” you said, taking the glass from him. “How about passing out as a stoping indicator?” He said, trying to get the glass back, but you took both the glass and the bottle into the kitchen.
“So who was it?” He said as you sat down across from him as he was now sprawled out along the couch leaving no room for you to sit there. “What?” You asked, “Who in your family was the drunk? Dad, mom? Sibling that went off the rails, creepy Uncle?” He said motioning to nothing in particular. “What makes you think someone in my family was a drunk?” You asked, hiding your distaste for the smell. “Well, you have no alcohol in your apartment, ive never seen you drink, and you clearly hate the smell. And i know its not a religious thing because you don’t believe in any God.” He says, staring at you expectantly. “My boss, he was an egomaniacal drunk who couldn’t cope with loosing a patient so he would go home and drink himself half to death.” You fired back, he just laughed and rolled his eyes. “I can deal with the fact a patient died” “clearly” you scoffed “so, who was it?” He said, not dropping the subject, “you can’t take a hint can you?” You said, “I got the hint you had the hots for me.” He said back bluntly. Shit, “It was me,” you said a desperate attempt to change the subject to ANYTHING else, “I was the drunk, nearly killed myself. I was knocking down shots from 13 to 16. And then I had to get my stomach pumped, I was sick for days, never drank since” you said, turning away, “so you do have the hots for me.” He returned, clearly amused. “I do not.” You said, trying to keep a straight face. “You do, because if you didn’t you would’ve just ignored my comment, instead you deflected because you’re embarrassed, so you decided to answer my previous question.” He says in that voice when he is finds the final piece of the puzzle “Thats why you came to see me, you were worried about me.” “Do you always have to over analyze House?” “Do you always have to deflect y/n?” “Fine, I was worried about you,” you say, knowing he wouldn’t drop the subject “Why?” He says, “you know why…” “I want you to say it.” He said, sitting up. “Because I like you, unfortunately for me.” You returned, turning to face him. You stood up, and so did he, you were now face to face, you could smell the alcohol on his breath, and god it smelled good, you wondered how it would taste. “I dont need coddling you know” he said, “I know,” You started into eachothers’ eyes for what seemed like forever, “I-I should go,” you stammered, “don’t,” he muttered, running his hand along your arm, your breath was getting faster, your chest rising and falling faster, “House..” you whispered, trying to resist the urge to drop everything and let the moment swallow you both. Your eyes flickered to his lips, and you wanted this, you have for so long. Finally you gave in, closing the distance between you and pulling him into a kiss, he did taste good. Your hands snaked around his neck pulling him closer, wanting to feel him pressed up against you. Wanting him to engulf you, and so did he. His hands went to your waist, pulling you closer as your fingers tugged on his hair. “I want you,” you said, and that was all either of you needed in the moment.
The next morning you woke up in his bed, both your clothes littered around the floor. Thank god he was still asleep, you got your things and got out, praying you had time to go home and shower before work.
You were late but House didn’t care, and neither did you.
I hope you liked it, i am currently on a road trip so I’ll probably be writing more, and I am working on your second request
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SAVIOR - PETER PARKER
DESCRIPTION I peter will always love you and protect you, specially from your new guy who seems to hate him
PAIRING I tasm!Peter Parker × fem!reader
WORD COUNT I 2,9k
A/N I i was watching Wednesday and I have the biggest crush on Xavier and there is this episode where he is the scars on his neck??? yep the inspo comes from here. I hope you will love this story ❤️
It was a quiet Friday night. The week was over, you’ve done all your homework for your uni classes and you were in front of your favorite tv show. Nothing could have prepared you for what was going to happen.
At first, you noticed a shadow behind your window. You thought it was just you being paranoid about living alone. You knew from a pretty good source that the city wasn’t as safe as they want to make it look. But when you gave it another look, you knew for sure that you didn’t hallucinate the first shadow. Your heart missed a beat and you promised that you were going to kill that stupid idiot if he wasn’t in a bad shape already.
“Peter!” you whispered loudly when you opened your window. And of course, your best friend gave you this sweet and flirty smile that only him can gave. It wasn’t the first time he was coming at your house late at night, oh hell no. But he always managed to scare the hell out of you. Which was super ironic considering he was wearing his spiderman suit, meaning he was supposed to save you from the scary thing outside. Not be one.
Peter put a hand through his hair before placing his elbow against your wall, looking like a model posing for a picture. “I know you miss me today, baby.” You could tell he had a pretty long day from his broken voice. You haven’t seen Peter at all today. You usually eat together at least one time a day but sometimes his missions keep occupied all day. But as soon as he can, Peter always managed to come see you. Even if it’s three in the morning and you’re already sleeping.
“I fucking hate you right now, Parker. Get in.” You heard him laugh while you got back in your apartment. When you turned around, he was already taking his suit off. Good things you always had some clothes for him here. There were some good things in dating your now best friend in the end.
You and Peter dated for a year, during your first year of high school. Maybe you were too young to understand how love was supposed to feel like. During the summer, you decided to break up to focus on your friendship. You kept saying you were soulmates and that you didn’t want a heartbreak to make you hate each other. You were jealous when Peter started to date Gwen during your last year. For the first time, you felt like Peter was slipping through your fingers. What if she was the one for him and you never had to live the best romance trope when you would both fall in love with each other again in a few years?
Because deep down, you always felt like you would get back with Peter one day. It was meant to be, you knew that. But the only question was when? Were you ready to wait your whole life just to feel Peter’s lips on yours again? To have his hands exploring your body like it was the most precious piece of art he ever got to touch? To his beautiful eyes looking at you and giving you all the love, you deserved? You kept thinking about that at night sometimes.
But even if Gwen left after high school for London, making her and Peter break up, there was still one cloud in the horizon: your best friend was New York favorite superhero. And let’s be honest, it wasn’t the best option to have peaceful relationship. Being Peter’s best friend was already threatening enough. He didn’t want to risk having you as his girlfriend and losing you.
And from this lack of attention and love, you started to give your heart to other. That’s how Spencer entered your life. More than a classmate, he became your friend from day one. It felt normal to start seeing each other when you realized you had so much in commons. You weren’t dating officially; you wouldn’t call him your boyfriend. But it was enough for your best friend.
And just like you were jealous of Gwen, Peter was terribly jealous of Spencer. You were not stupid, you knew he always managed to be occupied to avoid him when you proposed to go out together.
When you came back in the living room, Peter looked at you, frowning. A quite funny picture considering he was wearing only his boxer. A quite hot picture too, you had to admit. “You’re alone, right?”
“No, my clients of the night are waiting in the bedroom. You want to participate, Parker?” you said with a flirty smile. That was when you realized your outfit wasn’t the most appropriate to welcome someone at home. Of course, it was only a pajama but your short ride up and Peter could easily see your thighs entirely if he wanted to. Nothing he never saw but still. So, you tried to pull it down discretely after throwing him some clothes.
“No. I meant, no Spencer tonight?”
Beyond being jealous of him, Peter was sure Spencer wasn’t sincere. As soon as he met him, Peter kept saying that something wasn’t right with Spencer and that he must be hiding something. Of course, you believed his gut and tried to see what could be wrong with your partner. Turns out nothing was, and you stopped looking for clues that didn’t exist. Peter wasn’t happy with your decision. But he accepted it and kept looking for something individually.
“Nope.” You saw the way Peter’s look changed with just this single word. Nobody was there. And no one would come. It was just you. And him. If you wanted to. He started to make some step towards you, still in his underwear while your hands were still on your short. “No, Spencer.” You finished answering right when Peter was just a few millimeters away from your face.
You could feel his breath against your lips, and you were dying to taste them again. Peter’s eyes couldn’t leave you. They screamed attraction and desire. He wanted to do so many things to you. “Maybe tonight is the night we can try some things again then…” he whispered, bringing a hand to your cheek. You loved the way his thumb was brushing your skin so slowly it became sensual. Especially when it moved slowly to your mouth, and he started caressing your lips.
That was how you knew Peter would always be the one. You were ready to throw everything away for one kiss. And that was you did when you put your arms around his neck to bring him closer and close the gap. Peter didn’t waste any second and put his arms above your butt to lift you up. Your back was now against the wall, your legs around his waist and your lips lost against his. Maybe it was the waiting that made the kiss so good. Or you both just got better.
When you caressed his back, you felt some big scars and immediately looked at it. You couldn’t contain the gasp that escape your lips when you noticed those three massive wounds. “Oh my god Peter, what happened?” you asked. But he was too busy kissing your neck to answer you. And you almost gave up from the way his lips felt against your skin. Almost. “Peter. Parker.” You said, hitting him behind his head after each name. Which made him sigh, obviously.
“I got attacked tonight. That’s why I was there in the first place before your legs seduce me.” He offered you his magic smile before giving you a kiss. “Let’s take care of that after, ok? I need to take care of that first.” He said, getting back to the kiss. His hands started to lift your shirt and you knew that you wouldn’t be able to argument more.
Nothing could have made you stop kissing Peter right now. Not when you could feel him growing in his underwear and his skin getting hotter from all the desire, he had for you. No. Nothing.
Except one thing.
Three knocks on your door. “[y/n], it’s me. Spencer.”
You didn’t expect him to come. And Peter could tell by your expression. Spencer knew you were alone tonight, and it wasn’t that surprising that he would come here to see you. And it wasn’t like you could lie about your presence: everyone could see the lights from your window.
You quickly left Peter’s arms and pushed towards your bedroom. “Go hide there. I’ll make him leave.”
“Hide your bedroom? While your boyfriend is here? Damn, [y/n] that sounds like a strange way to propose a threesome.” He excepted the hit on his arm when he talked, but he still managed to laugh about it. “Parker!” you groaned before finally pushing in your bedroom for good.
You put a hand in your head, trying to look at least a little presentable when you opened the door. “Hey you.” You used this innocent tone you always have when you’re hiding something. Like the boy you were kissing seconds ago hiding in your bedroom.
“I won’t bother you for long, I just wanted to check on you.” You felt bad for Spencer. He was so sweet for coming here late just to make sure you were alright. And when he kissed you softly, your mind couldn’t focus on anything else than Peter’s lips. And how better they tasted.
You let Spencer come inside, offering him a drink while he was telling you about his night with his friends. He gave you names that you didn’t remember hearing in the past. Or maybe you weren’t paying much attention. And clearly, you weren’t either now. Otherwise, you would haven notice immediately when he stopped talking.
It wasn’t after a few seconds of you whispering for yourself that you noted the silence in the room. “Spence?” you asked, frowning and coming back to the living room.
To see him with holding the one thing you almost forgot was there in the first place. To your defense, you tended to forgot Peter was Spiderman for your own good. It was way too stressful and you knew that if someone started to say mean thing about him you would defend him. Like a true best friend. So yeah, you didn’t expect to see Spencer holding the Spiderman’s suit in his hand.
“What’s this?” he asked, like it wasn’t obvious. And you wondered why you should feel guilty since you were one of the few people who knew about Spiderman’s identity.
“A suit. For…a costume party.”
You didn’t think this would work out perfectly. You didn’t think Spencer was stupid enough to believe you blindly. But you didn’t think he would get that mad.
“You really think I’m a fucking idiot?” You never heard get mad before. But it wasn’t the only reason you felt in danger. There was something different here. You tried to walk away but stumble on your table and ended up on your butt. Did it hurt? Yes. But not as much as realizing you’ve been wrong about someone for so long. “Where is he?”
You wanted to play dumb, asked who he was talking about. But he didn’t give you the time. “Where is Parker!” he yelled, throwing your vase and the flowers bouquet inside right on the floor. You protected your face like you were going to be hit. But it got worse. Because you didn’t get hurt, no. Because when you looked back at Spencer, he wasn’t there anymore. Instead, there was a kind of monster mixed with a werewolf standing in the middle of your living room.
And for the first time, you understood why Peter said being with him could be that dangerous.
“Tell me where he is.” At each word, Spencer was taking a new step to you. And right before he was facing you, you heard your door opening in your back. You had no idea if you should be relieved to know Peter was there to save you. Or scared that in the end, he was the person Spencer was looking for.
“I knew your ugly face reminded me of someone when I saw you tonight.” You heard Peter say. You turned your head and wasn’t surprised to see him in his suit, compared to Spencer who seemed to confuse. A few months ago, Peter asked if he could keep one here in case something happen, and he can’t get back to his place. You hide it in your wardrobe, behind all your old clothes. You were glad that he never had to use it, it meant he was always in control. But tonight, he didn’t have another option. You couldn’t help but think it was because of you.
“But I should have known it was you when you were too stupid to end me down there.” And that’s when it clicked.
“You tried to kill Peter?” you asked. Or reproached him, more exactly. Which resulted in you being grabbed by the throat. You could feel his claws almost piercing your skin and the tears growing in your eyes from the pain.
“Yes, I tried to kill your perfect stupid best friend that is so love with you.” His voice was nothing like the one you used to hear. Spencer had this soft deep voice that you loved. Now it had this deeper almost incomprehensible tone that you hated. The way the word love sounded in his mouth was disgusting and it was even more awful to think he used to talk about Peter.
You could feel Peter moving in your back which resulted in Spencer increasing his grip around your throat and you having difficulties to breath correctly. “Let her go. This is between me and you.” But of course, Spencer just laughed at Peter’s request. You didn’t except more from the bad guy.
“That would be too easy, Parker.” You could feel yourself getting higher, your head almost touching your ceiling. To say you were scared would be a euphemism. You wished you could back to when you were peacefully kissing Peter. “You had the city; I had the girl. Let’s make a deal.”
You couldn’t see Peter’s face, neither could Spencer with his mask on. He had never been more anxious that he was right now. The idea of you getting hurt, or worse, losing you was killing him slowly. If he wasn’t sure about his feelings for you, now he was. Because he was ready to sacrifice every single thing just to make sure you were alright. “Let her go.” He repeated. “I don’t fucking care about anything else, just let [y/n] go.”
“Peter, no…” but your voice died in a sigh when Spencer squeezed your throat so hard that you couldn’t breathe. You closed your eyes to endure the pain.
Next thing you knew, you were in Peter’s arms, laying in the middle of your living room. You jumped. You immediately imagined the worst scenario. Did Spencer killed Peter and left you with him there? From the mess you could see, something bad happened while you were unconscious. And you couldn’t see Spencer, which, you thought meant that he had win. It wasn’t until you felt Peter’s hand on your shoulder that you realize things were maybe not that bad.
“He’s gone.” He simply said. You turned your head to look at him and put a hand on your mouth to contain a scream. Peter had scratches on his face and neck, and you could easily tell he had some on his body too. You slowly brought your hand to his face, and he cuddled against it. “He won’t be a problem anymore, I promise.”
Peter told you briefly what happened after you lost conscious. Spencer threw you on the floor, like you weren’t important anymore. While Peter checked on you, Spencer started attacking him and that’s how the fight started. They ended up on your rooftop and Peter quickly understood that he would be a fight for their life. He hated that. Peter almost thought people deserved redemption or, at least, punishment and not death. But he had a hard time believing in this for Spencer. Then he jumped on Peter. And after he avoided him, Peter didn’t get the chance to catch him before he fell. “I have no idea how he managed to, but he wasn’t dead after this fall.” He sighed, brushing your hair slowly. “The cops were down there so I explained to them how he had attacked a girl living there and I saved her life. They took him and… well, I don’t care what happen next for him.”
This was a lot to accept and the only reaction you had was to hold Peter tightly. You almost lost him tonight, for good. And there were no way you were going to live another day in this crazy life without having him as your boyfriend. You were going to kiss him when he took your face between his hands. “Please, the next time you try to forget about me, don’t take a werewolf. This shit hurts.” He complained, pouting.
You laughed and hit his arm. “There won’t be a next time, as long as you don’t make a mistake Parker.”
“I’ll be careful about that.” He replied before finally letting you kiss him. Ready to finally end the night the way you were supposed to at the beginning.
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another Benny x human reader idea i have is that they are in the mist of a supernatural showdown/battle and it goes so horribly wrong that the reader nearly dies but luckily because of Benny being so protective of her he gets brave and uses his magic to save her life and from the fear of losing her
Prom Night (Benny Weir X Reader)
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Summary: When Jesse turns up at the prom, you and your friends have to stop him from trying to get Sarah in his clutches. In an attempt to get her to join him and his wannabe cult, he tries forcing her to turn into a full vampire by biting Ethan. But Ethan’s not the only one who gets a run in with death.
A/N: i don’t remember the exact plot of the S1 finale episode and i dont feel like looking it up or watching for reference. also fuck canon, the gang + reader are in junior/senior year bc when i went to school, prom (ik it’s not specifically prom in the episode but im making it prom) was only for upperclassmen and i still think it’s wild that the boys are 14-15 + freshmen/sophomores while the girls are 17-18 + juniors/seniors
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You had been dreaming of this day since you were a little girl, as cliche as that sounded. The fancy dress, the cutest date, the perfect night. You had the dress; you looked with Sarah and Erica for weeks and even found shoes that matched perfectly. You had the date, your boyfriend Benny gave you the cheesiest and best promposal using magic and the help of your friends. Now, you were waiting to have the best night of your teenage years.
It started with Benny picking you up. Despite dating you for a few years, he was still stumbling over his words at the sight of you when you opened the door.
“Wow, you’re-” Benny cut off his high-pitched voice by clearing his throat, scratching the back of his neck in slight embarrassment. “God, you look beautiful, Y/n.”
“You don’t look too bad yourself, Bens.” You grinned, letting him into the house. You gave him a kiss, and your mom startled you by snapping a picture with her camera.
“Okay, lovebirds, pose for me.” The two of you complied, arms wrapped around each other and smiles wide as your mom blinded you with the camera’s flash. After a few hundred pictures, she finally let you leave the house.
You were surprised to step out onto your front porch and find a limo parked in front of your house. Benny held out his arm for you to take, and he opened the car door for you to slide in first.
“Benny, how did you afford this?” You asked, looking at the beautiful interior as the limo drove off.
“Me and the guys chipped in. And I may have used my devilish charm to get a discount.” You and Benny both knew what he meant by ‘charm,’ especially by him wiggling his eyebrows. “We’re gonna go to Ethan’s to get him and Sarah, and then we’ll pick up Erica and Rory at their houses.”
“Oh my gosh, I can’t wait to see Sarah and Erica’s dresses. They’re so perfect.”
“Yeah, I bet they are.” Benny kissed the side of your head. “I wanted to pick you up first, though, so we could have some alone time. Everything’s been so crazy lately.”
You smiled, grabbing Benny’s arm to put over your shoulders so you could tuck yourself into his side. The two of you talked about little things that you weren’t able to tell each other due to monster fights or big homework assignments taking priority. As the limo became filled with your friends, the conversation split into multiple topics until you finally reached the school.
“You look good in blue.” You told your boyfriend, eyeing his outfit in the disco lights. “I was a bit scared that you would look kinda ridiculous in this suit, but you honestly look pretty hot.”
“I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t look at least a little ridiculous.” Benny laughed, leaning down to kiss your lips. “But thank you, baby. Wanna dance?”
“I’d love to.” You slipped your hand into his outreached one, and he dragged you to the center of the gym as a slow song came on.
The night you dreamed of was going perfectly. You danced with your boyfriend practically all night, although you danced with all your friends to the more upbeat songs. Benny couldn’t stop telling you how pretty you were, keeping at least one hand on you the whole evening.
“I’m getting kind of hungry!” You had to almost shout in Benny’s ear for him to hear you, being drowned out by the crowd of students and blaring music. “Should we get out of here?”
“Whatever you want, babe!” Benny responded, guiding you through the dancing crowd to the gym wall.
“You go get the limo, I’ll round everyone up and meet you outside.” Benny nodded and gave you a parting kiss before exiting the gym, leaving you to find your friends. The task was pretty easy: you found Ethan and Sarah dancing in the corner of the dance floor, Rory trying to flirt with girls and absolutely tearing up the snack table, and Erica giving glares to anyone who got too close to her or asked her to dance with them.
You all left the gym together and headed for the front entrance, where Benny was probably waiting with the limousine. The hallways were dark, which was a bit strange, but none of you questioned it.
“Any ideas on where to go?” You asked, the front entrance in sight. “I just know I’m starving.”
“Oh! There’s this new place that opened up on the other side of town! Totally fancy.” Rory said.
“Are we sure we can afford fancy food?” Ethan asked. “We could get some fast food.” You laughed.
“Oh yeah. Let’s take the limo through a drive-through, I’d love to see that.”
“Leaving so soon?” A voice echoed down a hallway to your left. Everyone turned and tried looking down the dark hall to see a mysterious figure. The person walked towards you slowly, stopping when they were visible to you.
Jesse Black.
“Thought you’d save me a dance, Sarah.” He approached the girl, giving her a faux pout. You and Ethan moved to stand in front of her, staring Jesse down.
“Guys, are you ready?” Benny came through the front entrance in a hurry. “The limo’s waiting. Why are you- Oh.” He halted next to you when he saw Jesse, who smirked at him. Immediately, Benny put a hand on your elbow to gently tug you behind him, so he stood shoulder to shoulder with Ethan, shielding you and Sarah from Jesse’s view.
“Relax, Weird,” Jesse said, tilting his head. “I’m not here for your little girlfriend.” In a flash, Jesse pushed everyone away from Sarah with his telekinesis. You groaned in pain as you hit the floor, Benny landing next to you. “Heard you’re still a fledgling, Sarah. Honestly, I expected better.”
“Get away from her!” Ethan shouted, slowly standing up. Jesse ignored him, still looking at Sarah, slowly moving closer. With every step he took forward, she took a step back.
“I’ve been doing some thinking, baby. I want you back.”
“In your dreams, Jesse.”
“That’s cute, really.”
“I said get away from her!” Ethan launched himself at Jesse. But thanks to his vampire agility, Jesse grabbed the boy by the lapels of his suit jacket and threw him at the wall.
“Don’t hurt him!” Sarah shouted, ready to run to Ethan’s aide, but Jesse reached him first. Everyone froze as Jesse taunted Sarah, tearing Ethan’s sleeve near the cuff and putting his wrist close to his fangs.
“Look at yourself, Sarah. It’s like you have feelings for the little pipsqueak.” Jesse laughed as if the idea itself was a big joke. But Sarah didn’t respond. Jesse took her silence as confirmation. “Holy shit, you do.”
Erica and Rory ran at Jesse from opposite sides, hoping to catch him off guard. But Jesse unfortunately saw it coming, stepping back and pushing Rory into Erica, making them fall and slide away on the floor.
“You wanna be with him so bad?” Jesse asked Sarah, paying the rest of you barely any mind. “Let me help you with that.”
Ethan screamed in pain as Jesse sunk his fangs into his wrist. Ethan crumbled in the vampire’s hold until he was dropped onto the floor, writhing around as the venom started to spread. Sarah ran to the boy, trying to figure out how to help him. Jesse simply walked away.
“Hope you like him enough to spend all of eternity with him,” Jesse called out behind his shoulder. “If not, you’ll know where to find me.”
While Sarah whimpered frantic apologies to Ethan, Benny left your side to follow Jesse. Worried for your boyfriend’s safety and what he was about to do, you were hot on his tail.
“Get back here!” Benny shouted. You wondered how nobody had wandered out of the gym to see what all the commotion was. “I said get back here!” Benny shot a spark at the evil vampire, which was quickly dodged. In the blink of an eye, your boyfriend was held up against the wall in a chokehold, slowly struggling to breathe.
“Wanna be like your friend over there, Weir?” Jesse asked with an evil, toothy grin. He moved his hand to uncover the side of Benny’s neck, using his other hand to tilt his head to the side.
It was a bit of a struggle with the heels and dress and all, but you launched yourself at Jesse, yanking his head away from your boyfriend’s neck before he could sink his teeth into him. Jesse let go of Benny to try and pull your limbs off of him, but you had an iron grip.
Jesse backed himself into the row of lockers behind you, slamming your body into them. You yelped at the pain but did your best to hold onto him. Jesse didn’t appreciate your stubbornness, throwing his head back to headbutt you, which subsequently bashed your head against the metal behind you. It caught you off guard, the dizziness loosening your hold just enough for Jesse to push you off of him.
He turned around and picked you up, your wooziness worsening from getting up so fast, and threw you down the hall. You passed out from exhaustion and pain seconds after hitting the floor.
Jesse let out a low whistle and looked at Benny, who was sitting against the wall wheezing.
“She’s a little firecracker, isn’t she?” Jesse grinned, turning back to the exit. “Good luck with that.” Then he was gone.
Benny, too weak and lightheaded to stand, crawled over to you. He felt bad for passing Ethan to get to you, but Sarah and Rory seemed to be doing their best to help him. Benny soon reached your unconscious body, with Erica placing your head in her lap to keep it elevated.
“It’s bad, Benny.” She muttered to him, lifting a hand from under your head to show her fingers, which were lightly coated in blood. “She must’ve cut her head on the locker slats.”
“Shit.” Benny hissed, his own injuries forgotten as he focused on you. He didn’t have to be a doctor to know that head wounds were bad, probably even more since you were unconscious. “I don’t know what to do.” He said helplessly.
“Don’t you know a spell that can heal wounds or something?”
“Yeah, but not off the top of my head!”
“Well, remember!” Erica commanded. “I know you can remember, Benny. Do it.” Erica wished to be less harsh, but she knew she’d rather bully Benny into remembering a spell to heal you and apologize later than lose you.
Benny wracked his brain, trying to summon the spell to the front of his mind. But there seemed to be nothing but guilt. He should’ve known something bad would happen tonight, he should’ve prepared for it. He should’ve protected you from Jesse, but instead, you protected him. And now look at you, slowly losing a pulse.
“Benny,” Erica whispered, adjusting your limp body in her hold. “You can’t feel guilty for letting Y/n get hurt. You have to help her now. That’s what you owe her, not guilt.”
If Benny wasn’t so worried about you, he would’ve joked about Erica going soft. Carefully, he took you from Erica’s grasp, putting your head in his hands. Benny hated to take a guess in such a situation, but he placed his hands on your head wound, which was wet and sticky, and started muttering an incantation that he hoped was a healing spell.
Benny closed his eyes to keep focus, repeating his words in desperation. Erica watched the faint glow coming from his hands seep into the cut. Slowly but surely, Benny felt the wound seal itself shut, the only evidence that you had it in the first place being the blood that slightly matted your hair.
“Oh, thank God.” Benny let out a breath of relief as you took a deep and sudden breath. He lifted your body to hold you close to his chest while you slowly gained consciousness. His cheek rested against the top of your head, trying to comfort both you and himself.
“What happened?” You asked weakly, trying to sit up.
“Don’t worry about it,” Benny answered quickly, gently stopping you from leaving your place against him. “It’s okay now; you’re okay now.” Erica gave you a weak smile and stood, walking away to give you some space. “I’m sorry.”
“What are you sorry for?” You asked, looking at Benny curiously.
“You’ve been looking forward to this night for, like, forever. And then it got ruined by all this.”
“You’re acting like it’s your fault, Bens.” You raised a hand to cup Benny’s cheek, and he immediately leaned into your touch.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” Despite the recent events, you smiled up at him. “I wanted to have the perfect and most fun-filled night with the cutest guy I could ever love. And I got just that.”
“Your head was slammed into a locker, and you probably almost died.” You simply shrugged.
“Everyone has their own definition of fun.” The two of you laughed quietly, and you sat up enough to kiss Benny’s lips. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” He responded, kissing you again before hugging you tight against him.
#agaypanic#benny weir x reader#benny weir#my babysitter's a vampire x reader#my babysitter's a vampire
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PROPAGANDA
KATHERINA MINOLA (THE TAMING OF THE SHREW) (CW: Domestic Abuse)
1.) We had to read this for English my senior year. I got so mad at the way she’s treated. She’s the titular “shrew” of the play. She has to be married off before her younger sister can get married, because that makes sense.
Then the most dogshit man imaginable comes along, and everybody thinks they’re perfect. He literally gaslights her and denies her food and water.
Fuck Petruchio and Katherine Minola deserved better!
2.) Literally the whole play is about how she is so awful that the main guy needs to change her entire personality, which he does as a challenge not because he likes her, and then proceeds to her abuse her for the rest of the play. Yet, he is portrayed as the hero, not a villain and she is shown to have “improved” at the end. People will say, oh it’s open to interpretation, it can be played different ways, it’s satire, but i don’t find abuse funny and there is a distinct lack of commentary in the play to count as satire imo. Taming of the Shrew is a tragedy not a comedy, I will die on this hill. Kate deserves better!
3.) The title isn’t joking, ya’ll. She literally gets broken like a rebellious feral animal and it’s treated as a happy ending.
CORDELIA CHASE (BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER/ANGEL THE SERIES) (CW: Pregnancy)
1.) (downs an entire bottle of vodka and slams it back on the table) SO. CORDY. Cordy started off as a supporting character in Buffy the Vampire Slayer. At the start she was your typical high school mean girl character, but as the show went on we got to see more depth to her character: her insecurities, her courage, her capacity for incredible acts of kindness. Then after the third season she moved into the show’s spin off, Angel, where from the beginning she was basically the show’s secondary protagonist. Her and Angel were the two mainstays of the show’s main cast, she gets the most episodes centered on her out of all the characters aside from Angel (and yes, I’ve checked), and we really got to see her grow from a very shallow and self-centered and kind of mean person to a true hero who was prepared to give up any chance at a normal life to fight the good fight while still never losing the basic core of her character. There were some… questionable moments like the episode where she gets mystically pregnant with demon babies and things got a bit iffy like halfway through season 3 where the writers seemed to run out of ideas for what to do with her outside of sticking her in this romance drama/love triangle situation with the main character but overall, pretty good stuff right? THEN SEASON 4 HAPPENED. In season 4 she gets stripped of literally all agency and spends pretty much the entire season possessed by an evil higher power, and while possessed she sleeps with Angel’s teenage son (who BY THE WAY she had helped raise as a baby before he got speed-grown-up into a teenager it was a whole thing don’t worry about it) and gets pregnant with like. the physical manifestation of the higher power that’s possessing her. it’s about as bad and stupid as it sounds and also is like the third time cordy’s got mystically pregnant in this show and like the fourth mystical pregnancy storyline overall (you will be hearing more on that note in other submissions I’m so sorry). after giving birth she goes into a coma, in which she remains for the rest of season 4 and the first half of season 5. SPEAKING OF WHICH DON’T THINK SEASON 5 IS GETTING OFF SCOT FREE HERE. yeah so in season 5 the show just FULLY starts trying to erase cordy’s existence. she gets mentioned ONCE in the first episode and then never again until halfway through the season where she wakes up, helps out Angel for a bit and encourages him in his fight against evil, and then goes quietly into that good night and dies so it can be all sad and tragic. I’d call it the worst fridging of all time but even THAT feels generous because the whole point of fridging is killing off a female character so a man can be sad, and after Cordy dies basically no one’s even sad about it because the show immediately goes back to pretending she never existed. she is not mentioned ONCE in the two episodes after she dies. in the whole stretch of time between her death and the end of the season she gets mentioned exactly four times. again, I counted. anyway the fun twist to all of this is that all of this happened because the actress who played cordy got pregnant before season 4 and joss whedon was so pissed off about this affecting his plans for the show that he decided to completely fuck over her character and then fire her and write her out of the show. so cordy’s a victim of both writing AND real life misogyny!! good times!!
2.) OH SO MANY THINGS they menaced by giving her terrible hair cuts, making her seem like she’d get together with the guy she loves (and who loves her back) but instead she was killed and when she was brought back, she got possessed by an evil entity who used her body to give birth to itself. afterwards she was in a long coma and died. her character was so throughoutly assassinated
3.) She got demonically pregnant TWICE - there was this real sense of a womb/ability to get pregnant as like, a place for evil to get in. She got positioned as femme fatale and evil mother. The actress basically got fired for being pregnant, and when she agreed to come back for a single final episode she specifically said they could do anything but kill off the character. Guess what happened
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Your favourite song [Eddie x Male Reader]
Summary: Vecna gets into the reader's head instead of Nancy, and Eddie decides that he cannot bear the idea of losing you.
Warnings: Homophobia, the reader's father being an alcoholic and abusive shit, hard childhood. (Basically Vecna using the reader's fears on him while showing him what he is planning to do to Hawkins). Setting: ST4 episode 7.
Stranger Things Masterlist - Next Part (Eddie POV)
"C'mon, all of you! Up, up!" Steve shouted as he pushed Dustin and Robin towards the makeshift rope to climb up to the gate, Eddie and you were standing behind them. He is just a few steps away from you, confused and afraid of going back to a world where he is accused of homicide. Yet, neither he does want to remain in this other… Dark dimension? He doesn’t understand it wholly, but he wants to get out of here as fast as he can. He knows you are scared too, he wants to reach out for your hand but he is afraid of the others' reaction.
Nancy was looking around, like she is expecting something to come out of the nowhere to attack Steve, again. "I have a bad feeling about this." She said before to approach to Steve and exchange a few words with him, Harrington glares worried between the gate and the door of Eddie's trailer.
Dustin and Robin passed through the gate, Max's voice comes from the other side as she asks them what happened in the Upside Down. Nancy and Steve pointed out of the two of you, specially to Eddie who seemed to be lost thinking about something but quickly hurries up towards the rope. He paused for a second, glaring to you over his shoulders. "(Y/N), you should go first."
Both of you has been great friends for years, and secret boyfriends for a while (two years for being exact). It was only natural for him to worry over you when all of them had just ran away from trouble.
You just chuckled, before to point out towards Nancy. "Ladies first." True to be told, you were the athletic type. And Steve is Steve fucking Harrington, he won't let Nancy going last (Neither you will, what if something happens to Nancy?)
Steve and you could climb the rope in less than a minute, and everyone knows it. It was only logical to be the latest.
Yet Eddie seemed to hesitate it before to finally start climbing. Once he was at the other side, Nancy followed him with a little of help from Steve. When she was reaching the gate, Eddie and Robin helped her to get safely in their world.
Steve Harrington looked back at you and motioned with his head towards the rope. "See you in the other side." Something about it feels off, but you returned the gesture telling him: "See ya."
When you started to climb, Max and Dustin's faces came into your view from the other side of the gate. Both telling how slow you were, but you were doing pretty good. Until you started to notice that the gate hole was every time further away, and their voices sounded so distant. You blinked and the next thing you knew was that you were falling deep into the darkness of the Upside Down.
You groaned in pain when your back hit the floor, you could no longer hear your friends’ voices. You opened your eyes and noticed almost immediately that you weren’t with them anymore, you were standing in your father’s house. Rather said, a further creepy version of it.
Your father died when you were around twelve years old. But before that, everything was a nightmare. He was an abuser, an alcoholic who did nothing but get into arguments with your mother, blaming her for everything and nothing and seeking excuses to hit her or you. You used to run away from home and play around the woods, until it was too dark, and you had no further excuses to be away from him. Around that time, you met Eddie, the shy kid that used to play out of his uncle’s trailer.
Right now, you were standing in your father’s home with zero clues about what was going on. Everything was dark, despite of having every single lamp on. There was a noise coming from the living room, you walked into the place and noticed that the TV was turned on, but it was placed in a channel that doesn’t have any transmission, just static.
Over the dinner table were lots of empty beer cans, a burned-out cigarette and wasted food. There were a lot of cockroaches, flies alike. Enjoying the wasted dinner at the table.
There was a noise, an old clock, echoing from somewhere upstairs. But you were more than sure that your father hates those to the bones and had never wanted one inside of the house. Every time the clock sounds, it gets louder, and the lights goes on and off madly.
You looked around, expecting something like more of those horrible bats from before or even that thing Dustin had called a Demogorgon, but all you have found out was your father on the sofa with a bottle of whisky in his hand and the control remoter in the other. “(Y/N)! Move of the way! I’m watching the game!” The TV stills transmitting nothing but static, but this version of your father seemed infuriated by your presence. You wanted to move, but something like vines were climbing your limps and leaving you unable to move. “(Your mother’s name), your fucking son doesn’t move!! I’m watching the game!”
It was like having ten years old again, being far to terrified of that man to speak back to him. You tried to remember to yourself that your father had died years ago in a car crash, and this wasn’t real at all. But it feels like it.
Your mother came from the kitchen, pale and tired. There is some anxiety in her voice as she calls you, motioning you to come and get out of your father’s way. Yet, the vines has you rotted there and no matter how much you want to move its like you cannot even breath.
Your father started to shout out of you before to throw the empty glass bottle towards you, the vines retracted enough, and you ran away from him. The clock is sounding again, somewhere. But you were almost reaching the front door to open it.
Yet, when you opened it you were once again in the living room.
Your mother was crying in a corner, while your father yells at her for something. The clock is being too noisy, and you are surprised to being the only one able to hear it.
Your father said something to you before to shook you by your shoulder. “I didn’t go to a fucking war and returned to have this excuse of a son!” That was a lie, he had never been in a war. You knew it years later, he ran away before to be sent to Vietnam. He was a coward, but he pretended that he was a war hero and stuff. “Look at you! Wearing your mother’s makeup!”
Oh, that actually happened. You stole your mother’s makeup and left Eddie to use it on your face, trying to mimic some rock-start’s make up without having any strong reference to use. Not even a poster or the cover of a cassette, Eddie tried to do it everything from memory mixing David Bowie’s style with… You couldn’t remember exactly, but it was messy and even if you tried to wipe your face some eyeshadow and colour remained there, and your father saw it. “Are you gay? Only a fucking gay shit will use make up. A shit like you and a whore like your mother will use that thing.” He tried to hit you but you managed to run from it. “You, son of a bitch!! Come back here before I get you!”
You ran around the living room, the clock ‘s sound is echoing in your mind as you rushed towards the backdoor. Someone is coming down the stairs, heavy steps echoing through the house with your father’s yelling. The backdoor is open, but its blocked by wooden boards. You tried to break one, but the wood doesn’t budge with your force. You muttered a short curse under your breath before to try harder, the wood starts to crack a little, but you became even more desperate as a second voice joined your father’s yelling. “Where are you going (Y/N)?” It’s a voice you have never heard in your life, deep and demonic. It sends shivers down your spine. “We are going to have a nice talk between each other.”
“The hell no.” You muttered as you managed to remove some of the wooden broads. The clock is louder than ever, almost like it is right behind you and breathing in your ear. Whatever that has been speaking before, has something to do with it. You passed through the little space you just created between the boards, but something grabbed your leg when you were almost out. A bloodied hand, that belonged to your father was trying to drag you back into the house. A second pair of hands joined him, your mother calling out to you to save her.
It was horrible, both of their faces were disfigured, and their fingers digs into your leg like claws. “Don’t touch me!!” You looked at your back, searching for something to hold onto and kick them away. Yet, all you saw was a clock. An old wooden clock in the middle of the backyard.
“You have nowhere to go, I’m everywhere.” There was again that voice, coming from the other side of the door. The wooden broads fell apart, and a horrible creature stood in front of you. Your parents tried to pull you by your legs back into the house but fought them back. “GET AWAY FROM ME!!”
That thing, Vecna or something like that the children had called it to be, extended his hand towards your face and placed it over your head. His fingers pressed at the side of your temples and tons of images flowed into your brain, images from a future Hawkins falling into the Upside Down’s world. A future was everyone was either dead or possessed, with rotten corpses being eaten in the middle of the streets.
“Hawkins.” Vecna said, his voice is so creepy that doesn’t help with the images in your head. “I will sink Hawkins into this world and take my revenge. There is only one gate left to do, and everything will fall.”
Somewhere in the distance, a bell echoed.
Vecna growled frustrated, he retracted his hand, but the image of Eddie’s bleeding corpse was already burned in your mind. His bones broken, those bats eating his organs. “No, no, no.” You wanted to get it out of your head, but it was all you could think about.
The bell echoed again, and then another, and another. Until the intro of a song you knew far to well echoed from the woods, Hells Bells from AC/DC, one of your favourite’s songs ever. Confused you glared over your shoulder, towards the woods.
You could hear Steve and Eddie calling you out desperately, as the song gets louder. “(Y/N), wake up! This isn’t funny! I don’t like this!”
You knew that was Eddie’s voice, you wanted to reach out and call him back. “Eddie!!” You managed to get away from those monster that looked like your parents and rushed towards the noise of their voices, shouting out for them. “Eddie!! Steve!! Guys!!” Your lungs burned in exhaustion, but you keep running. “Eddie!!”
You woke up from the trance you were, disorientated at first.
Your breathing was laboured, like you have just run a marathon or short of. Steve was next to you, his hand over his shoulders as tried to check you out. But his mother-hen’s attitude wasn’t as important to you that Eddie’s presence in front of you. He had jumped back into the Upside Down world when you became unresponsible to Steve, he was cupping your face in his hands. In silence, all you could heard was Hells Bells being played in Nancy’s Walkman through the headphones in your ears. “(Y/N)?”
You sobbed, the image of his corpse being eaten is fresh in your mind. “Eddie.” You don’t have any words to said, but its okey because he doesn’t need them. He just pulled you in his arms and muttered sweet words into your ear. “Its okey Sunshine, I’m here. You are here, you’re safe.”
The other may not, not officially at last, know about your relationship. But none of them said anything as you pulled back from his embrace to kiss him, surprising Eddie. “Wow. Babe, are you alright?”
You just shook your head. “No, I’m not. Let’s get out of here.”
#eddie munson#reader insert#eddie munson x male reader#stranger things s4#stranger things#male reader#eddie munson x reader#dustin henderson#nancy wheeler#robin stranger things#steve harrington#vecna stranger things#stranger things fanfiction#stranger things x reader#stranger things x you#eddie munson x you#eddie munson fanfiction
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hello beloved mutuals u’ll never guess what character this post is about. to celebrate the episode betty’s ten year anniversary of existence here is a annotation of sorts (?) of my betty playlist (<- talking to empty audience) warning this makes increasingly less sense
starting off strong with betty (a little bit of madness) by half shy !!!!! we dont appreciate this song enough THERE IS A SONG ABT HER !!!!!! BY SOMEONE WHO WROTE MUSIC FOR THE SHOW :3 dont even have to say anything abt this one
THE MOON WILL SING BY THE CRANE WIVES. ITS THE. THE I COULD HAVE BEEN ANYONE ELSE. I SPENT SO MUCH TIME DEDICATED TO SIMON IM NOT SURE THERES EVEN ANY ME LEFT ANYMORE. shaking like a rabid dog do we get the vision
the deal by mitski !! this one is just sooo betty fusing with golb ok trust me
& by tally hall!! this one is solely for the outro tbh 😭 BIG BAD BETTY OF THE POCALYPSE, SHE OPENS HER LIPS AND IT GOES LIKE THIS ‼️🔥🔥
I BET ON LOSING DOGS BY MITSKI. GODDD THIS IS THE ONE THAT MADE ME WANNA MAKE THIS POST. III BET ON LOSING DOGSS, I KNOW THEYRE LOSING AND I PAY FOR MY PLACE BY THE RING. simon/ice king ok. are we seeing the vision. and dont even get me STARTEDDD on i always want u when im finally fine… ITS THE WAY SIMON WAS INSANE AND WHEN HE WAS FINALLY HIMSELF AGAIN SHE WAS GONE. EATING GLASS. and FINALLY the SOMEONE TO WATCH ME DIE. GODDDD.
curses by the crane wives! I JUST THINK IT FITS OK :3 the devils after both of ussss OUGHGUH
no eyed girl by lemon demon, gonna be so real idk how to explain this one. we’re just vibing
i’m your man by mitski. yes theres a lot of mitski. this is on my petrigrof playlist as well and i think it could be from either pov tbh. LIKE the first verse is betty i think and the second is simon’s suicidal ass in fionna and cake
running up that hill (a deal with god) by kate bush :3 this ones just OBVIOUSSS id make a deal with god… GET HIM TO SWAP OUR PLACES…..
my girlfriend is a witch by october country ! just for sillies. magic betty ily forever and ever
love, me normally by will wood! dont know how to explain this one either tbh bc will wood lyrics scramble my brain but in a pleasant way. idk i just think shes full of autism and also magic insanity
sick of losing soulmates by dodie! OUGHGHG. another more petrigrof centered one but mannn . I CAN FINALLY SEE UR AS FUCKED UP AS ME SO HOW DO WE WIN. I WONT TAKE NO FOR AN ANSWER. lighting myself on fire
death thrice dawn by the scary jokes! ngl i dont remember adding this one but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ tossing this verse at u
wife by mitski!!!! is this a stretch. idc idc. ur home to mee if i am not urs what am iiii
goodbye, my danish sweetheart by mitski !! guhh magic betty and “i’m sure that uve seen what its done to my heart” and “im not the girl i ought to be” and “you can tell them what u saw in me and not the way i am” ☹️ ANDDD could we just be what we’re meant to be, im just about to beg u pleaseew ☹️💔
i guess by mitski GODDDD so proud of her for moving on and idk learning to pass the bechdel test i GUESS but im GOINJ TO EAT FIBERGLASS
ANDDD THATS THE END !!! FOR NOW !!! there will be more songs on this playlist later :3 if u read this ily and i will probably do this w/ my petrigrof playlist at some point :3
#praying the mutuals who might care abt this r online LOL#ramblings#adventure time#betty grof#petrigrof
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a short microceleb/juggalo Kenny fic for @sk3lly-pr1nce-xp ! @spinthetags
word count: 414
The day the news breaks is almost as dramatic as the cheating scandal. Kyle’s Twitter mentions are blowing up, and he knows the last few episodes of Fireside Chats have been relatively tame, so he assumes someone dug something up again. Or Cartman did something drastic overnight. At a glance, many of the tweets were accusing Kyle of having horrible friends or being a horrible person by association. Must be Cartman. Any actual listener of Fireside would know that they aren’t really friends, but whatever.
Kyle checks his text messages. Cartman hadn’t sent anything, which nearly ruled him out altogether. He was an attention whore. He would not do something and go silent. Nothing from Stan, either, who was no stranger to controversy. It was all accidental. Just people who were chronically online having bad opinions and too much time.
Instagram is up next. As soon as the app loads, the mystery is solved. The first post on screen, large and attention-grabbing, is Kenny at an Insane Clown Posse concert. His face is painted in black and white clown makeup. His hands are thrown up in some inane sign. He looks fucking ridiculous. He swipes through all ten photos. Thank God no videos. Kyle would lose brain cells listening to ICP. There are two more pictures from the concert, four pictures of him pulling stupid stunts shirtless, and one of him and Butters. The final two are also him and Butters, now with gray smears of face paint on both of their mouths. Gross. The caption includes something about how Kenny declared himself a juggalo.
So the situation wasn't that bad. It was just Twitter doing its thing, this already scandalous celeb just posted something questionable, better go harass anyone who has ever spoken to him. Cartman would make a joke of it all in the next episode. Call Kenny out for poor, stupid, white trash bullshit. The real horror started in the group chat. The Instagram pictures were just the tip of what actually transpired. Nothing was left to the imagination, and the thread of messages started at 7:51 were consistent and vicious.
People were only mildly upset about the juggalo claim. The reputation wasn't great, but not many Fireside fans were deeply familiar with the subculture. It had everything to do with the fact that Kenny and Butters were back on the street. As if they were ever actually off. Their audience couldn't handle half of what happened behind the scenes.
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Chapter 1 Wolf
Chapter 1 of Moon Star
A/N- I finally finished the first chapter! I really hope you guys like it!!!
Warning- Violence, talks of blood and weapon, angst, surprise guest, swearing.
Pairing- Marc Spector x daughter!reader
Episode- 1x02
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“Y/N Spector!”
A crowd of students cheer, a small handful hollar from excitement while the crowd booms with clapter. It’s not everyday one graduates from High School after all. It’s a one time special event.
Which is why such an event should be celebrated, it’s meant to be a joyful filled moment; it is for some. It should be remembered. Especially by a father with only one child who he said he loved with every bit of his heart.
Shouldn’t he be here?
As your eyes searched every row of happy relatives, once, twice and three times while you walked down the runway, he wasn’t there. Layla, his wife is there with a smile on her face, your grandfather is there beside her clapping and grinning a happy toothy grin, but he isn’t.
When you take the diploma and begin heading down you double check, hope that you may have missed him in the sea of people. Sometimes he did like to lurk in the shadows. But….when you step down, reality sets, illusions fall. After all the promises, all the tender words, all the caring, it all amounts to nothing at this moment.
“Your father is ungrateful. He’s a bad man who does bad things. Wolfie, he doesn’t care, but I do. I love you.”
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*SOME TIME LATER. NEW YORK*
A proud smirk tugs on your lips as you see the artifact in your hand gleam gold under the colorful lights flashing overhead.
Another successful grab.
“Item secured,” you talk through the mic hidden in your ear. “I’m on my way, start the car.” You shove the artifact in your bag and quicken your stride as you see the back door approaching.
You approach it and push the door open, but as the door gets thrown back you come face to face with four men dressed in fancy suits.
Fuck.
Just don’t panic. Smile and act normal.
“Pardon,” you mumble and try to walk past them, but one of them steps in your way and grabs your arm to yank you towards him. “Excuse—get your hands off me,” you sneer and knee his crotch before you use your bracelet to zap his neck.
The man lets you go right away and groans and grunts out in pain, letting you turn to return inside even as the three men chase after you.
“I’m…compromised,” you say in your mic between pants whilst you turn the hall and push past people. “Turn at 22nd ave.”
“Shit watch it!” Someone yells out.
You throw your hand out to apologize and don’t bother to look back as you turn a sharp right to head towards the elevators.
“Shit, y/n, what the hell happened?” Layla responds. “How many?”
You peer back and hear the commotion of hurried footsteps so you slam on the elevator button with desperation.
“Four. But I took one down, so three. I’ll lose them.” You assure her and keep slamming your fist on the button, but to no avail. “Fuck. Damn it. Damn it!”
What kind of fancy building doesn’t have working elevators!
You snap your head from side to side until you see emergency stairs at the end of the other hall. So you quickly proceed to break into a sprint, having to swerve to the side so as to miss hitting some passersby.
When you reach the stairs though, the three men catch up to you. One tries to pull you back, but you throw your elbow back and hit his nose, before pulling out a dagger hidden in your bracelet to stab another man's arm before throwing the door open and rushing up the stairs.
The three men keep following you nevertheless.
“Come here if you know what’s good for you, you little rat!” One of them yells from below the stairs.
You glance down and see the three down one flight of stairs. Damn.
“Y/N where are you now?” Layla comes in through the mic again. “If you don’t respond in thirty seconds I am going up there I don’t care what you want.”
You try to quicken your pace up the damn stairs and talk back between heavier pants. “Running up the stairs, thanking you for dragging me on morning jogs. I’ll be going radio silent until I reach the car. Bye.”
“No! Y/N! Wolf! Wolfie! Don’t you dare—!”
You lift your hand to your ear and turn off the mic in your ear even after Layla’s protest, ending up grinning as you reach the top of the stairs and see the exit.
Finally!
You shove the door open and in that instant see two more fucking men!
Yet you don’t let that bring you down, instead you slowly begin to grin at them. “Gentlemen,” you greet. “I was just coming out for a smoke in the silence.”
One of the men on the right scoffs and pierces his green eyes on you. “Hand it over gently and we won’t have to hurt you, girl,” he spats.
You blink repeatedly and touch your chest. “Me? I don’t know what you’re talking about, I came out here to smoke.” You step to the side and the men follow your step. “Now if you don’t mind please leave me alone.”
The second man to the left rolls his eyes in annoyance, and the three men who were chasing you finally catch up, all breathing very heavily.
“Her bag,” one of them groans. “It’s in her bag.”
You sigh and slowly lose your smile. The first man reaches over, but you grab his wrist in time and manage to just slightly turn him whilst you kick the second guy in the chest to knock the air out of him. You then lunge forward and proceed to use a small blade in your ring to swing it from the first man’s cheekbone to his eye, making him scream and stumble back.
The men behind you try to reach you, but you turn and slam the door shut on one man’s hand.
“Okay,” you whisper in panic and rummage through your bag until you pull out a small gadget that you stick on the knob that surrounds the metal in electricity so they wouldn’t touch it. “Perfect.” You smirk and turn to head towards the fire escape.
But of course just as you reach it the man who you knocked out at first is climbing up them. You turn to try and your luck back inside, but the men find a way through your gadget and begin to come at you with their guns now.
“Great,” you breathe out and stand in the middle. “Look,” you address all of them. “I promise I’m not worth all this trouble, I have nothing.”
“Why are you running then?” The man climbing out of the fire escape asks.
You peer over at him and acted frightened. “Because you’re after me. All of you, four scary man after me, a woman.” You feign a frown and force tears to your eyes. “I’m just scared.”
One of the men that comes from inside the building slowly begins to lower his gun. And you think it’s because somehow your shitty acting got to him, but when you hear a thud behind you, you look back and see…Spider-Man turning away from the man he just trapped on the floor with his web.
Spider-Man. Fucking Spider-man, it’s—he’s actually not so tall, he has more muscle than the pictures do justice—no, focus. Get out of here.
“Please—” however, before you can finish asking for help his arms suddenly wrap around you, and he rapidly swings you around to save you from the bullets.
“Oh my god,” you pant and grab onto his arms.
No matter how many dangerous situations you’ve been in, being shot at isn’t something you’ve gotten used to yet.
“Just hold on,” Spider-Man says in a very young voice, yet not so young to make you believe he’s a teen, he’s maybe a young adult. “Stay here, you’ll be okay,” he continues and slowly pulls away from you.
You meet his big white eyes and nod before you watch him turn and use his webs to pull one gun away from one man. He then uses that gun and swings it to hit the second man.
“Don’t you have something better than to pick on a girl half your size?”He says and you quietly take this time to turn around and head towards the fire escape.
As soon as you reach it you check back, and when you notice Spider-Man still fighting the men you quickly climb down.
“Layla,” you say after you turn on your mic.
“Y/N! Oh thank goodness! Where are you?!” Layla immediately responds.
To reach the ground quicker you instead you the ladders to slide down to the ground. “I’m on my way,” you let her know with a small smile.
Your feet touch the ground and just as you’re pulling away to finally leave the damned street, suddenly something sticky keeps your hand against the railing. When you look back you see a web.
“I can’t let you do that,” you hear Spider-Man say from behind you.
You let out a small sigh and look over your shoulder with a feigned hurt look. “Look, I’m not with them I promise. I just want to go home.”
Spider-Man begins to walk over to you, and you follow every step he takes. “That’s why they were chasing you with guns?” He retorts with a bit of snark in his tone.
You keep taking your innocence nevertheless. “Yeah, they wanted to hurt me. I managed to run away, but they kept chasing me.”
Spider-Man makes it in front of you and his white bug eyes narrow. “So if I check your bag now there would be nothing in there.”
You shrug. “Unless you’re, like, into pads and stuff like that then no.”
Spider-Man scoffs in amusement and takes a step toward you, and you tilt your head.
“Can I say,” you continue whilst you slowly smile. “I’m a big fan. I’ve been one since your early days when you’d wear….sweats.”
He huffs. “Look,” he says as he drops his head. “I’m going to make it simple since you look like a…nice girl.” He faces you again. “Give me what you stole and I will let you go. Simple.”
You narrow your glare and check him out, catching the gadget where his webs come out of, and meeting his eyes again.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you continue to act dumb and watch him get very close. “Let me go, my mom is waiting for me, she'll begin to worry.” Layla wasn’t your real mother but he didn’t need to know that.
“Okay,” he sighs and tilts his head just sligtly. “Show me that you don’t have what you stole and I’ll walk you to your mom.”
“Promise?” You ask sweetly and bat your eyelashes.
Spider-Man blinks and you see his Adam’s apple lift and slide back down. He then nods and pretends to reach for your bag, but you turn rapidly and use the blade in your ring and manage to cut the web to free your hand. Spider-man tries to retaliate by trapping you again, but as he throws out his hand to shoot his web, you throw your blade from your bracelet and just barely manage to hit his web gadget and disable it with electricity.
“What the…” Spider-Man gasps in disbelief and looks at you and his gadget with bewilderment.
You quickly rush him and try to kick his chest, but he manages to grab your foot. “Not so fast.”
You hold his gaze and smirk at him before you yank your foot back, and counterattack by kicking him back before you lunge forward and use a smoke gadget you had to paralyze him.
“Wow,” you say all giddy as you pick up your crescent snapped blade. “I took you down. That’s…” you sigh and turn to beam at him. “I, hm. Wow.”
Spider-Man coughs and his eyes widen. “No, yeah props to you, but you completely proved me right just now.”
You shrug sweetly. “Maybe I did,” you retort and begin to walk away. “Does that earn a name?”
Spider-Man tilts his head and shakes it. “No,” he says. “Beats the purpose of a secret identity.”
“Hm, worth the question,” you sigh and smirk at him. “One, the paralyzation will wear off in about ten minutes. Two, I don’t steal. They’ve already been stolen.” You scoff softly and pull out a piece of paper to jot down your number, as you walk to him you offer him a sweet smile before placing the paper on his hand he had stuck.
“Okay, thanks,” he whispers in disbelief. “That’s, uh, b-bold. What if I’m an old man?”
You shrug. “It’s okay, I’ll take the risk.” You wave at him and walk away from the alleyway. “Bye-bye now Spidey. Text me, maybe we can run into each other again someday.” You turn the corner and hear a distant response.
“Bye…I…bye.”
You grin slightly as you pull off the wig from your head and throw it aside, before you pull off your jacket and throw it in some trashcan as you stride down the street towards Layla.
Luckily you don’t get chased down by Spider-Man so you make it to the car safely. And once Layla sees you her eyes brighten and relief finally washes over her.
“Y/N, what the hell where have you been?” She asks as you open the car door.
You climb in and close the door before pulling the artifact out of your bag and showing it off to her with a very proud smile. “Got it, there were some snags along the way, like, Spider-Man, but I managed to take him down. Now drive before he finds us.”
Layla shifts to drive and blinks in disbelief before looking at you. “Excuse you did what?”
You meet her gaze and nod. “Yeah, no, I took down Spider-Man! With my paralyzation gas.” You show off.
Layla faces the street and hums. “That worked,” she mumbles in disbelief.
You nod and put the artifact back in your bag.
“Okay,” Layla sighs. “My turn.”
You blink and slightly narrow your gaze in confusion.
Layla glances at you before she hands you her phone. “Check the recently called list,” she says.
You carefully grab the phone and smile nervously before dropping your gaze to unlock the phone and checking what she said. The moment you see the recently called section your eyes widen, and a small gasp comes out of your lips.
“What,” you mumble. “This can’t be. He’s gone totally MIA. Are you sure?”
Layla nods. “No, yeah, I’m sure, it was him. His voice. He quickly hung up though. Can you maybe trace the call?”
You return your gaze to the phone and read the name again, Marc Spector.
Your dad. He called Layla his wife. After so long he finally called.
——
*LONDON*
“If I knew he was home we could’ve never left.” You mutter as you put your sunglasses on and hop on your scooter.
Layla puts on her helmet and adds, “we needed to go, I mean wasn’t it worth it? There’s only so much you can see of your campus online.”
You shrug. “I suppose but…” you start the engine. “You should’ve seen the virtual tour. It’s a lot better than they were six years ago. Besides,” you sigh. “Is it really smart to leave with my dad MIA?”
Layla looks over at you and shakes her head. “I told you when the time comes and if we still haven’t found your dad, he’s not yours to worry about.” She narrows her gaze and her serious demeanor doesn’t falter. “Do you understand y/n?”
No matter how much of a deadbeat he’s been, especially ever since you came back, he’s still your father, you’re still worried.
“Yeah,” you mutter. “I understand.”
Layla nods and looks ahead again. “Okay, let’s go.” She pushes back her kickstand and leads the way.
Fortunately there isn’t much traffic so you’re able to keep up without having to be cut off, or having to lose sight of her because people can’t respect those on motorcycles.
And futhermore, unlike New York, the sights you drive by are more enjoyable and more beautiful…
Then again maybe that’s just because you’re a bit bitter about leaving. Even if Layla and your grandfather say “it’s good for you wolf, you’re going to gain a lot of new experiences.”.
It’s whatever. The far more enjoyable experiences are made by Layla’s side going on adventures. The great experiences are—
Suddenly out of nowhere Layla comes to a sudden halt and you’re forced to turn to the side to break so you wouldn’t crash into her. However, as your use your feet to come to a skidding stop you see your…your dad on the ground.
“Marc?” Layla asks in disbelief. “Where have you been?”
Said man pulls his arm away from his face and looks over at her. “Ar-ar—Layla?” He asks.
You pull your sunglasses off and lean forward. “Dad?”
Immediately your dad snaps his eyes towards you and furrows his eyebrows even deeper. “I—you—who are you?”
You share a confused look with Layla and then narrow your gaze back on him. “What are you on about?” You question him almost offendedly.
Your dad slowly begins to push himself to his feet and shakes his head as he looks behind him. “Something is after me. It was just behind me.”
You glance at the building but just see casual passerbyers minding their own business. No one comes running out, nor is there any screams.
“What are you talking about, Marc?” Layla asks.
He scoffs. “Just please help me get out of here. Please take me home.”
Layla shares one last puzzled look with you before she addresses your dad. “Get on. Let’s go y/n.”
You put your sunglasses back on and follow after her through the streets of London. It seems that she and your dad are having a conversation but due to your helmet and the air that keeps hitting you as you drive, you can’t hear shit. And she keeps looking away from her mirrors so you can’t read her lips either. All you have is expressions and she keeps the same angry and annoyed one since you found him.
He however is different. He looks scared and confused. Something strange to see on a man you thought was incredibly fearless. It’s like he’s in a state of anxiety by the looks of his tensed shoulders and widened eyes. He almost seems like a different person. More so when you speak to him once you finally make it to some apartment complex not far from home.
“Where the hell have you been, dad? We’ve been looking everywhere for you.”
Your dad looks back at you and swallows thickly before he shakes his head. “I’m sorry,” he stammers as he walks you two to the elevator shaft. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
You clench your jaw and feel your eyes flicker away from him, whilst Layla shoots him a glare.
“Marc, what are you doing?” She scolds him.
Said man walks you inside and presses the button to his floor once you’re all inside. “Let’s just wait. Just wait,” he interjects nervously and stands at the far end of the elevator that's as far from both Layla and you.
He stands stiff, he just keeps stealing looks as if he’s actually confused. And you keep trying to avoid looking at him now so as to not get even more mad than you already were. It makes things awkward in the elevator and makes the ride quite uncomfortable and longer than it actually was.
Once the elevator comes to a halt it actually feels like you can breathe again. Yet your anger doesn’t subside. It only heightens as he walks you into an actual apartment that seems to have been occupied for quite some time, basing off all the damn clutter spread everywhere.
“Damn,” you mutter. “This place is a piece of junk.”
“Excuse me?” Your dad asks.
You scoff as you put your sunglasses away and look around at all the bookshelves, papers hung up against the wall, and finally land your eyes on a big fish tank that contains one single goldfish.
“Huh,” you interject beside Layla. “Cute.” You step back and continue to wander around, managing to catch your father muttering something.
“I just want my life back.”
You scoff in annoyance and just let Layla answer. “Yeah. I’m getting that.”
“No, no.” He interjects right away. “Sorry, I wasn’t talking to you, just talking to myself. Sort of.”
You come to a stop in front of a sand barrier that’s around the bed, and slowly look up and see chains and cuffs….
Disgusting.
“Wow,” you breathe out and squint your eyes to make sure those were actually cuffs. “Kinky are we?”
Footsteps approach, and as you glance back you see Layla and your father approaching—“uh, this is your flat, Marc?” She asks.
“Um, I’m Steven,” he corrects her, making you briefly narrow your eyes before you turn and catch Layla finally seeing the same thing you did.
“Are you living here with someone else?” She demands to know.
“Oh, no, no, no,” he quickly assures her. “No, um, this is my mum’s flat.”
You look over at your dad and part your lips out of shock. “Grandma has a flat in London?”
He meets your gaze and stays quiet as he looks away more confused now. “Mmm-hmm,” he hums after a while.
Huh, she never mentioned.
You hum in response and move away.
“But,” he adds. “My mum never mentioned you. At all.”
You scoff. “What are you talking about?” You snap in annoyance. “You left me with them. Or what?” You begin to walk over to him and shoot him a pointed glare. “Did you take advantage of the five years I disappeared to actually erase me from your life?”
He stays quiet and begins fiddling with his fingers.
You wait for a response, for something but he just shakes his head.
“Right,” you scoff and shake your head. “I get it, dad,” you sneer and turn away to walk off and snoop somewhere else
“Marceline Desbordes-Valmore?” Layla thankfully interjects the silence.
They bond over the poem, whilst you find French and Hieroglyphic books on his overpiled desk.
“So, you’re learning French and hieroglyphics?” You ask as you pick up a book off the desk.
Layla walks over and overlooks the things you were looking at too.
“Yeah, well…that’s not that impressive, really. It’s not like hieroglyphs are a whole language,” your dad says as he walks over too. “It’s more like a…”
“Like an alphabet?” You finish saying for him as you put the book down. “Yeah. Layla told me.”
He glances at Layla behind you and then back at you to continue. “Yeah, and…well, you still have to know ancient Egyptian to read it.”
Yep learning that.
“Sure,” you scoff, and he doesn’t stop talking.
“For example, like this one here, right?” He points to an example.
You look over and recognize it thanks to Layla’s teachings. “Funeral rites,” you mention dryly.
“Well, someone knows their unilaterals. You.” He points, and you pass a weird look. “That’s amazing.” He says nervously.
You narrow your gaze and feel your lips flicker to weird frown, whilst Layla begins to chuckle.
“Sorry,” he immediately interjects as he looks over at Layla. “I don’t mean that in a creepy way to your daughter.”
“No, I’m sorry,” Layla says and meets his gaze. “I’m not buying this, Marc. Use whatever accent you want. Yeah. Come on, Wolf.” She begins to walk off, and you don’t hesitate to follow her without even as much considering your father—“let’s just get this over with. You sent these papers but you never signed them.” She grabs her bag and pulls out the divorce papers.
“Did I?” Your dad stammers. “Uh…”
Layla hands him the papers and he begins to search for something in his jacket.
“This is what you wanted,” she says as he ends up pulling out glasses you’ve never seen him wear before.
“Let’s have a look here,” he mumbles.
“After everything, you told me that we needed to move on,” Layla continues. “But I'm not forgetting y/n. We can be whatever you want Marc, I don't care, but I'm still going to be in her life.”
You smile faintly and watch as your father reads the papers he had sent her. “All right. Divo…Divorce?”
You further narrow your gaze and keep watching him.
“Yeah,” Layla nods. “Are we doing this or not?”
“I would never divorce you.” He retorts and just adds more confusion.
“What are you doing?” Layla snaps.
“Look, you both seem absolutely lovely,” your dad says and looks between the both of you. “Even with the snappy attitude…”
You smirk faintly at his comment and move back to the door to fold your arms over your chest.
“…This Marc, on the other hand, is a right twit, yeah?” He continues to say. “I don’t know how to explain what’s been happening. I don’t expect you to believe me. I honestly don’t really believe it myself, all I can do is try to…try to show you what I found.” He moves to the gym back on a small table. “I found this bag in the storage locker. And inside of it is all sorts…” he unzips the bag and begins to look through it. “…of things.”
You step closer and raise your head to look over his shoulder.
“Most interestingly…” he suddenly pauses and looks up and gets his eyes lost on nothing ahead of him.
“Most interestingly is what?” Layla queries.
You tilt your head and squint.
“Nothing,” he then deadpans.
“Nothing?” Layla retorts.
Once again your father faces her and repeats himself. “Nothing nevermind.”
Layla walks to him to press further. “What’s in there?”
You drop your arms and step forward.
“Nothing…wait—” he trails off as you shove him aside and rummage through the bag. Layla walks to your side and watches until you pull out a golden scarab.
“Is this?” You mumble and slowly face Layla. “Is this it?”
Layla’s eyes widen and she reaches over to grab it from your hand before glaring at your dad. “The scarab pointing to Ammit’s ushabti? What we fought side by side for.”
“No,” he mumbles.
“This whole one-man show is just what?” Layla argues. “So that you can keep it for yourself?”
You look at him up and down in disappointment and some confusion, but keep quiet since you’ve only recently been told about their adventures, you’ve only recently been involved thanks to Layla.
“No, no. I swear…” he tries to say but gets cut off by Layla.
“Wow. After all that we’ve been through—no, no just stop! I’m supposed to believe anything you say with this shoved in wh-what, a gym bag?”
You look back down at said bag and continue to rummage through in hopes you’d find something valuable. But it’s not there. You do end up finding something else though, an invitation and a pass to your graduation ceremony.
The envelope seal is open, but the papers inside are still straight and clean. As if it was untouched. As if he never debated going.
And this is where he shoved it, in this damn bag.
“Take it,” your father says to Layla. “Take it, you can have it. Take it, take it. I don’t want it. I don’t want it. I swear. Have it.”
Layla shakes her head and stays quiet.
“I am not Marc Spector,” he keeps insisting. “I’m Steven Grant…”
That’s not what his actual passport says. Or his birth certificate, or your years of actually knowing him.
“I work in a gift shop. Well, I used to work in a gift shop,” he says almost as if wants to cry. “And I think I’m in real danger, and I think maybe that you might be the only person that can help me….Please.”
You look up and keep staring at your father.
“You really don’t remember why we’ve been looking for this?” Layla asks, and your father shakes his head. “Our adventures. Or our life together?”
He shakes his head and mutters, “oh, God, I wish I could.”
He’s really committed to this Steven persona isn’t he?
Nevertheless, a knock raps on the door and a woman’s voice echoes from behind the door. “Steven Grant, can we have a word?”
Your fathers eyes widen out of panic. “See?” He points to the door. “Oh, God, they’ve come for me.”
You step towards the door and look over at him. “Why?” You ask.
“I vandalized a toilet.” He shares, and you snort quietly.
The knocking proceeds to continue and your father finally answers. “Yeah, just a minute!” He then begins slowly sneaking towards the door as the woman continues.
“Steven Grant?”
“Yeah?”
She hasn’t announced who she’s here in part of. No title, nothing.
“Wa—” you end up cutting yourself off as you feel Layla's hand on your arm to begin pulling you back.
“DC Fitzgerald and DC Kennedy here.”
You look around the room and point to the window.
“Yeah, yeah, one second.”
Layla sneaks over there and tries to avoid dropping any books piled on the floor as she pulls open the window as quietly as she can.
When it is opened, she waves you to climb out to the roof first before she follows once you carefully step to the side. As you’re on the roof, you look down and see it’s quite a fall so you grip onto the ledge of the roof and slowly climb higher up so Layla can grab onto the ledge too.
The moment you hear footeapes approach from the inside she pushes you back, and proceeds to press her back against the wall until you hear those same footsteps recede.
“You’re in possession of a stolen item,” you hear a man’s voice from the inside. It’s distant and barely audible thanks to the damn outside noise.
“I can barely hear,” you complain.
Layla huffs and puts her hand out so you can wait there as she carefully steps closer to the window to listen for the both of you. You try to step forward but your foot slips and you claw your nails in the wall so you wouldn't fall and drag Layla down with you.
“What are they—”
You’re shused again but this time she only stays quiet for a few minutes before she looks back at you slightly panicked. “They’re taking him.”
You gasp softly. “What?”
Layla presses her ear close to the window and waves you over as she begins to slowly walk back to the window. You follow in tow and jump back inside, but accidently knock down a pile of your fathers many books.
“Oh, shit,” you sneer.
Layla walks to the door and assures you over her shoulder, “it’s okay they’re not here anymore. But we’ll lose them if we don’t follow.”
You nod and make it out of the house to return to your scooters.
“Do you believe him?” You ask Layla as you’re in the elevator.
Layla pulls out the scarab and sighs as she shrugs. “I don’t know what to believe. Part of me does because he actually sounds so convincing, but as I look at this I contradict that belief. You?” She asks as she glances at you.
You let out a deep breath and shrug. “I don’t know, really. I find his behavior weird but….he’s left me before, so it’s hard to believe him and not think of this as some sort of trick to push me away again. On the other hand I’m trying not to let my anger blind me, I’m trying not to let my grandma's voice get to me, I want to believe him, so I don’t know,” you scoff and drop your head.
Layla places her hand on your shoulder and gently squeezes it as the elevator doors open. “You have every right to be angry. We’ll try and figure him out after we help him.”
You nod and don’t add anything, you just walk out and catch a man and a woman walking your father out of the building. They get in some black four door car. You follow but make sure to keep your distance so they wouldn't see.
And while you drove you couldn’t help but think about Layla, how you used to be angry because you were afraid she’d steal your father away. You used to be jealous of her. You’d actively wish for their downfall, you were cruel, but….after coming back she was there and he wasn’t.
Every bit of life changed, it was overwhelming and he was never there, but she was, she was always there even if she had no actual reason to. So now you can’t imagine life without her. She’s like the mother you never got to have. So part of the reason why you’re actually in search of the deadbeat is because of her, because she gives you hope and tries to sway you to look at Marc differently, not in the way your grandmother tried to make you see him. It’s because of her that you’re now following his kidnappers to some far lively residential area.
“It’s very…” you comment as you look around at all the people, at the goat passing by. “Lively.”
Layla looks back and nods stiffly. “I’ll say.”
“Should we…” you look away from the goat and keep looking ahead. “Just go inside or something?”
“There,” Layla points. You follow her finger and see the man and the woman that had taken your father. “That’s them.” Confirming that they weren’t actually any kind of authority.
You scoff. “But…he’s not with them.” You look away and catch some people walking into some old brick building at the end of the pathway.
“What even is this place?” Layla mutters.
You shrug. “Who knows,” you sigh. “But look, there. People are going in there.”
“Let’s have a look.” She says and quickens her pace.
As you follow her inside you see more people inside, they’re all doing their own thing; watching things, eating, talking. It’s like a community, this whole place. It’s…cute. Yet you don’t see your father, nor do you take the obvious straight path further inside the rundown building, you follow Layla around the hall and listen to the distant voices that become less muffled the closer you get to the other side.
“…I kinda draw a line there, at child murder…”
Your eyes brighten at the sound of his voice. His new accent.
However, the voices turn quieter, muffled, and then louder again.
“I need to know, where is the scarab?”
Oh shit. That’s a new voice.
“Where is the scarab?” The manly voice asks again to who you most likely assume is your father.
Layla catches the sound of the demands and begins to quicken her pace. You follow and notice people in the hall the closer you get.
“Where is the scarab?”
“No.”
“Where is the scarab?” The mysterious man asks again.
As the archway comes to view, Layla rounds the corner and announces herself quickly. “I have it.”
When you round the corner, you see those same peaceful people gathered around your father, and see an older man with hair a bit above his shoulder and a cane in his hand in front of him.
“You couldn’t possibly understand the value of what you’re holding,” the man directs at Layla.
You clench your fists to be ready for anything, and meet your fathers gaze, noticing that he actually seems relieved to see you this time.
“Let me have that, I’ll keep it safe.” The man continues. And as you walk closer to your father people begin to crowd around you too.
“Summon the suit,” Layla instructs your father. And for the first time since you found out about this, time stealing god, you actually agree with Layla.
“S-sorry, what?” He queries.
Layla and you both look at him and she repeats herself. “Summon the suit.”
People begin to get closer and inch closer to Layla as you keep your eyes on the people.
“Summon the soup?” He asks in confusion. “What are you saying?”
Oh wow.
“The suit,” you sneer as you look back. “Your suit. Summon it!”
He meets your gaze with more confusion and shakes his head. “The suit?”
Layla presses the scarab against him and adds, “and keep this safe.” She turns and the man finally gives up.
“So be it,” he says, causing Layla to break into a run.
You quickly follow, and your father does but grabs onto her as if he’s scared.
Men try to stop her from taking your father but she shoves them away and leads the way up the stairs. She makes it to the runway, but you come to a quick halt as a man cuts off your fathers path. And rather than fighting him off, your dad grabs your arm and pulls you away.
“What are you doing?” You snap and let him pull you up some stairs.
He doesn’t answer though because you then reach the top of the stairs and see Layla fighting off some man before she throws him off the stairs. Your father looks down at the man as he crashes down a wooden surface, and follows your line of gaze over to the old man chanting something as he has his cane pressed against the ground, causing it to crack.
Layla proceeds to run over to grab your father to pull him with her.
“That was awesome,” he compliments her. You follow her up more stairs and run down messy halls until you all finally reach some kind of storage room.
“Here. Bold the door,” Layla instructs your dad, whilst you gasp as you see all the sarcophagus in the room.
“This is all a whole lot of bad luck,” you mumble as you proceed to look for a way out.
“Oh my god,” your dad gasps. “I’m going to die in an evil magicians man cave,” he panics, making Layla approach him, and for you to watch him with a puzzled look.
“No, no. Hey. Listen to me. Listen to me,” Layla tries to calm him down as she grabs his hands. “Your name is Marc. There’s a suit. I’ve seen you wear it. You bring it out.”
“No.” He shakes his head.
You scoff and roll your eyes before you step towards him to try and snap him out of this weird persona. “Dad, where are you? We need you to fight.”
He keeps shaking his head and sounds more distressed. “No, no. I can’t. Stop, please the three of you. Please, stop!”
You blink in disbelief, but fight off your confusion and slight fear of this new reaction of his and pull his arms towards you so he can look at you. “Listen to me. Your name is Marc Spector.”
He looks away but you grab his face and pull him back.
“Your name is Marc. You’re my dad, you’re Layla’s husband. You have a weird suit that I hate, but you need to bring it out! Dad!”
He keeps looking away, and more sweat gleams his face. Layla then joins in to try and get him to snap out of it too. “Where the hell are you? You need to fight!”
“Dad—”
“Stop, stop. leave me alone, the three of you! No.”
You kneel down and continue as you grab his arms.
“Hey, look at me you—”
“No,” he snaps at you. “No! Do you not understand I am not Marc! I’m not your dad! You’re wrong, you’re mistaken, I’m not your dad. You’re not my daughter!”
You go rigid and feel your breath catch as you blink in disbelief. He pushes your hands off him and drops his head again.
He’s been absent, you’ve been angry, but you still held onto hope. You foolishly still cherished your past memories even with all the stuff your grandmother would say, you never let her poison you. Even with all your anger you still did love him. More than anyone. But hearing him say those words now, hearing him yell them out begins to darken all that good stuff you still carried.
It’s like you could hear your heart cracking inside. Everything’s so quiet, so bleak.
“Y/N, listen to me he didn't mean it,” Layla tries to excuse him again. She always did that.
“I,” you breathe out and meet her gaze. “I don’t care,” you deadpan even if tears cloud your eyes, even if you feel like sobbing and screaming, even if you want to curl up in a ball.
You stand up and step away from the pair to look for a way out.
“You can do this, I promise!” Layla tries to comfort him now. Marc. Steven whoever the hell he goes by. “Steven…”
“I can’t,” he whispers. “I can’t. I’m sorry.”
Of course he can’t. No surprise.
You scoff and turn away to run over and check the windows.
“I can’t. I can’t do it.”
“It’s alright,” Layla continues to comfort him. “It’s all right. Okay. We’ll just find another way.”
Layla then joins you and tries to search with you. However he doesn’t follow, he stays and continues to panic, this time he spews out nonsense as the doors get barged open.
“Jackal. Jackal. Jackal!”
You look over but see nothing. “What jackal?” You ask and then look over at him as he steps back and keeps pointing at nothing.
“Jackal. Jackal…” he then trails off as he suddenly gets shoved out the window.
Without thinking you gasp and rush over to the broken window. “No,” you yell.
But once you look over you see him land perfectly, like, in a weird hero pose.
“Is he okay?” Layla asks.
You nod and sigh in relief. “Yep. He just…landed.” You remember your anger and betrayal and look away to continue finding a way out for yourself, not for him.
Thankfully, Layla finds a fire escape and you climb down on the side of the building. Now albeit, Layla wants to find Marc, so you stick with her.
And luckily as you were going to walk out of the alleyway, Marc comes crashing through another wall. This time he’s dressed differently though. You’ve seen his suit before, it’s quite cool if you should admit, but this one doesn’t have a cape, there’s no gold crescent moon on his chest, no hood. He’s just in a suit. A plain white suit.
Regardless, he quickly finds his footing and proceeds to tear a bumper off a car.
“You look different,” Layla stammers seconds before Marc gets pushed to the floor and then gets pulled back. You would’ve questioned it, the invisible jackal, but there's really no need. It all must be a part of how he has his powers. It’s inconvenient though, not being able to see whatever is attacking and shoving Marc to cars.
“Stay away from me!” Marc yells as Layla tries to approach him.
“Away from what?!” She exclaims before she gets shoved back to the ground.
“Layla!” You exclaim and run over to her.
Marc keeps getting attacked, he begins to get pulled off the ground and seems to be getting choked, not letting Layla accept your offer to help her off the ground because she quickly insists on grabbing a bottle by your feet to throw it at whatever has Marc held up against the car.
When the bottle crashes, the liquid within creates a silhouette of a jaw opening as the monster roars.
Layla proceeds to try and attack it, but it suddenly grabs her too and shoves her and Marc back.
“Fuck,” you murmur and pull your braclet apart to get ahold of your daggers. The monster seems to see your action as he lets the pair go because he growls your way; you feel it’s breath on your face, but don’t see it. So you don’t let it intimidate you. Instead you sprint towards it, but miss hitting anything, instead it continues to push Marc back again.
“Fuck you,” you grimace in annoyance before you pull your arm up and throw your hand down, managing to finally stab some flesh. However, the monster quickly retaliates and hits you back so hard you hit the ground.
You try to quickly push yourself to your feet, but suddenly something cold wraps around your ankles before it drags you back, making you scream.
“Y/N!” Layla yells and tries to fight it off, but it just shoves her back since she can’t see what his position is exactly.
“Get off!” You yell and twist around to begin kicking it. The monster then proceeds to pick you off the ground though and dangles you off the ground with ease. You try to continue kicking it, you try to reach for something in your pockets, but Marc then rushes over with something and hits it before Layla comes over too and stabs it with a dagger you dropped.
Just as it drops you though, it hits Marc and tries to hit Layla but she slides her feet back and dodges.
“Are you okay?” You mutter to Layla in between pants.
She nods and meets your gaze. “You?”
You nod and take back your daggers. “Yep, just trying to figure this invisible thing out.”
“I think I can. Get away from them, you,” Marc shouts, causing you to look over to see him prancing around and taunting it. “Yeah, I see you, you plug-ugly coyote. You’re in the wrongs ends, mate. You’re in my yard now.” He pulls his suit jacket off and throws it on the ground. “Yeah, come on. Come on. That’s right. Come on.”
You stand up to your feet and slightly narrow your gaze as you watch Marc slowly going back into the busy street.
“Ooh, lookie here. Lookie here. Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee, my name is Steven with a V. Oh, my God. Here you come, come on!” He shouts before he swings arm.
“Did he hit it?” You mumble and pat your pockets to try and find your gadgets.
Layla shrugs. “I don’t know, maybe?”
“Wagwan!” Marc exclaims. “I did it! You got planted!” He laughs as he points ahead of him. “Layla! Girls! Did you see that?”
You narrow your gaze and pull out a paralyzing agent. You don’t intend to answer, just smile awkwardly, but then Marc gets thrown back towards the street, causing traffic to stop, and people to finally gawk.
“I just need to see it,” you mumble and slowly begin to sneak forward towards the spot Marc got hit. “And I can hit.” Since this place is a residential area you don’t bother to get out any explosives as small as they are.
Then again if it gets in the right position you can throw it in his mouth, or Marc can since he sees it.
That’s a smart idea.
“Okay, Layla, let’s go towards it,” you say even if you don’t bother to stop and let her contradict.
She wasn’t of course, but you still gave her no time to argue before you quickened your pace to run to the street.
And just as you’re going to go near Marc as he keeps getting slammed against the bus, you stop as a car comes rushing forward. Marc steps back albeit and it’s possible that he pushes the monster in front of the car to get it run over. You can't really tell since he gets thrown back, but the car didn't seem like it hit him so he couldn’t have made such a big dent.
Regardless you still can’t help but be worried as he doesn’t move. “Hey,” you call out. “Are you—” you cut yourself as you see him beginning to push himself up, he then looks behind him and when you follow his line of gaze, you just see people getting pushed back. That’s it.
The corner of your lips tug to a slight before you break into a sprint towards it.
“Y/N, no, stop!” You hear Layla yell, but you ignore her.
Once you reach the spot people are getting pushed at by nothing, you activate the paralyzing agent and slam it against a big spot that’s between the people. And luckily the monster roars out, you can once again feel its breath and hear it in front of you, but it doesn’t move…
It doesn’t hit you, you don’t feel dry and cold skin slap across your face, or feel it grab your feet. It works again.
It works!
Before the paralyzing agent can wear off, you pull out your dagger and stab its flesh. It roars again so you pull out the small explosive and try to throw it towards where you feel its breath, and feel its spit come out as it roars. But before you can even activate the gadget something cold suddenly wraps around your throat. It lifts you off the ground and moves forwards to slam your back against a brick wall.
You groan and feel sharp pain radiate from your back and the back of your head. It continues to squeeze your throat, blocking out the air that came through, making you begin to gasp and hit at its arms, causing your eyesight to blur and the sounds around you to sound muffled with how fast your heart was racing.
Layla calls out for you, you can hear the muffled sound of your name, but you don’t see her or feel this thing let you go. You try to reach for something to hit it with in the meanwhile, but it slams you against the wall again.
Just as it seems like it might take you out, suddenly it roars before its grip slips off your throat and makes you hit the floor, letting you finally breathe in air again with every deep gasp.
“Hey, hey,” you hear clearer now and recognize that deep voice. “You’re okay. You’re good.”
You rub your throat and look up to see Marc in the old suit now.
“Wolf,” he says without an accent and makes you stare at him in confusion. “You’re okay. You did good.” He grabs your arm to try and help you up, but even if you can breathe again because of him, even if he calls you those names that have a way to reassure you, at the sound of his actual normal voice you grow angry again and rip your arm out of his grip to help yourself up.
Before he can say anything in the respect, the monster roars again.
“Get it out of here!” Layla instructs, and without a second of hesitation Marc runs away and you assume the monster does too, letting Layla and you return to your scooters.
Yet before you can even make it far on your scooters, both Layla and you stop as you see the same older gentleman from before talking to a man.
“I’m sorry, but that belongs to me.”
You can’t see what it is he wants from the man, but you assume it’s the scarab since he’s wasting his time trying to convince the man to hand it over.
“I can offer you food, clothing, but I am unable to offer you this. Thank you.” The older gentleman then grabs the man’s hand as he continues to speak. “I wish you could live to see the world we make.” Then the man's body gets pulled up for a few seconds before he just drops…
The older gentleman lifts the scarab you now see in his hand and looks at it for a few seconds, before he looks over and catches Layla and you staring.
And it’s at that moment that his eyes land on you that Layla drives off, and you follow her home since Marc handled the monster and Layla assumes he wouldn't go home since he knew that’s where you’d find him.
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*LATER*
“…and if that man has the scarab that means he’s going to go to Ammit’s tomb,” Layla shares as she begins to pack a bag. “Khonshu doesn’t want that, he wants the scarab for himself too, so it means Marc is going there too. Which means we’re going there.”
You hum and stay quiet, you don’t agree or add anything on the matter, you stay sitting at the edge of her bed and just fiddle with your fingers.
Right away Layla notices your silence, she sees the way you’re sitting with your head down, and your back hunched and knows something is wrong.
“You should be packing,” she interjects.
You shake your head. “No,” you mumble. “I’m not going to Egypt with you. I’m going back home, back to Chicago. My grandpa is alone now, I’ll stay with him until I need to go to New York.” You sigh and lift your hand to pull off the gold crescent moon necklace that Marc had gifted you years ago.
“What, but I thought we were doing this together,” Layla argues, and you hear footsteps approaching. “I understand it might be dangerous, but you wanted to do this, don't let him stop you.”
You swallow thickly and sigh. “You heard him,” you mumble. “You heard what he said, I’m not going to go after someone who doesn’t care about me. If he doesn’t want to be a father anymore he doesn’t have to. I’m nineteen now, he has no legal obligation.” You stand up and try to storm off but Layla grabs your arm and turns you to face her.
“I don’t think it was him who said that,” she tries to argue in his defense. “I think that was someone else. Someone your dad didn’t talk to us about.”
You hold her gaze for a second all seriously before you chuckle and shake your head. “You expect me to believe that? He’s obviously lying, he’s making all that shit about being Steven Grant who doesn’t remember his past life, who has a completely new one to run from his old life. To run from me, from you.” You huff out of frustration and pull your arm away from her hand.
“So I’m done, I’m done trying to look for him, and trying to reconnect. He left me for a reason, Layla,” you mutter in a quivering voice. “I’ll respect it.” You turn to head to your room, but she stops you as you reach the door.
“For me then? Come to Egypt for me.” She continues to approach you, and you drop your head and groan. “I need your help. Your gadgets and your brains.”
She’s talking you up. Great.
“Egypt…” you pause and let out a deep breath. “Is a big place, how will you find him?”
Layla comes to a stop behind you, and you practically hear her smirk. “Maybe you have a way to find him?”
You do.
“I do,” you reveal with a slow cocky smirk tugging on your lips.
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#fanfiction#damn-stark#moon star#moon knight fanfiction#marc spector x daughter reader#Marc Spector x daughter!reader#Steven grant x daughter!reader#chapter 1#moon knight#moon knight fanfic#layla moon knight#layla el faouly#mcu#mcu fanfiction#marvel#marvel fanfiction#writing#angst#spider man#marc spector fanfiction#steven grant fanfiction#khonshu
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useless desires (Persistence of Vision, s2 e8)
I just realized I posted my drafts out of order! And skipped Persistence of Vision!! So sorry, but also what is time, etc.
"Persistence of Vision" could also be titled “kisses no one wanted to see on television.” There are so many of them! Voyager is a show that is fundamentally bad at romantic subplots, and this episode in particular seems determined to deliver awkward makeout scenes that literally no one asked for.
Truthfully I’m inclined to like this episode - it’s gothic, and it's about feelings, and those are both good things! (Season Two as a whole is strong in the area of feelings-forward episodes, even as it struggles with such matters as “plot.”)
We open with Janeway, modern career woman, losing her cool due to the pressures of command. The Doctor orders her to blow off some steam with a holo-novel, so we’re back to Victorian governess cosplay.
This show’s conception of self-care is so very nineties - Janeway is a leader, but she’s also a woman, which means that an essential layer in her Maslow’s Pyramid is “putting on a corset and getting snogged by a bargain-basement aristocrat.” The problem with the governess holonovel is that it invokes universalized cliches of gendered desire (bodice-ripper tropes) instead of drilling into what this character, specifically, would look for in a holonovel (my money is on lady doctor/cowboy romance, but I will also accept steampunk adventure, or pirates). Some women dig feeling feminine, but they also want to feel like themselves.
Soon Janeway’s repressed lady psyche, pushed to the brink, begins to spill out into ordinary life. When she dares to enjoy a coffee ice cream (instead of one of her inexplicable cups of soup), she begins to hallucinate. Mark shows up!! A ghostly dog barks!!!
I am usually one to try to get behind a canonical love interest - even if my shippy preferences lie elsewhere, canon relationships shed light on character. But man, I hate this jerk. No doubt real!Mark has many pleasant qualities that phantom!Mark lacks, but let's be real, dude has all the charisma of a bin full of pencil shavings.
Mark (and Mollie) have been on Janeway's mind; we know this because she gave their photo a long, plaintive look before trotting off to the holodeck. Now phantom!Mark declares that, quote, SOMEONE ELSE IS IN YOUR THOUGHTS NOW(!!!) As further evidence of her guilt, a hallucinatory Mrs. Templeton appears and jumps her.
Who the heck is someone else?? One is inclined to assume that we're being setting up for a Janeway/Chakotay romance arc - but it’s hard to feel certain this show isn’t fucking with us, making shippy promises it has no intention of keeping. It seems equally possible that Lord Burleigh is someone else and the writers truly believe that Janeway feels guilty for kissing holograms behind her fiance’s back.
At any rate, atmospherically backlit aliens have shown up; the rest of the crew starts hallucinating, seeing loved ones or, in B’Elanna’s case, a torrid romance with Chakotay?? (I am actually okay with these two as fwb, but their relationship is so fundamentally platonic that, again, it feels like the writers are just messing with us.) Mark shows up and kisses Janeway (gosh, two Janeway kisses in one episode, each one profoundly disappointing).
Only Kes is strong enough to resist these bankrupt conjurings of female desire. Her siren is a Tom Paris who needs to be rescued, which is actually a pretty funny and on the nose interpretation of what Kes is into. Overcoming her urge to engage in some hurt/comfort roleplay, Kes rescues the ship, Medusa-like, by using her telepathic powers to return the awkward to sender.
I enjoy this episode because it’s about women’s personal lives, even though the script seems extremely confused about what those personal lives consist of. Janeway and Torres share a very sweet “welp, that was awkward” scene at the end in which they resolve to be a little less repressed in the future.
Of curse, we can't possibly expect either of them to follow through with their vow; when it comes to nineties television, the richest texts are usually those below the surface. 3/5 surreptitious coffee ice creams.
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heavy vent
i'm so tired of feeling so drained, in every way possible. physically. mentally. emotionally. creatively. i'm trying so hard to do what i love, but it's like i'm not loving it, i'm not loving anything now. i read the words i type and just see something lukewarm, underdeveloped, nowhere near greatness. i open up my canvas to draw and it's just the same shapes, same ideas, same concepts, same struggles. it's all flat and monotone where there used to be life.
i've dealt with some very bad depressive episodes. i don't think i've ever dealt with one this long. it's not that there aren't moments of happiness and relief -- it's just that it hurts more knowing the empty, bitter gray will suck me back in once they end, and i'll make myself even more jaded wishing i could get them back, make them stay.
i want to do something self-destructive, but it would negatively affect the people i live with, the people who still manage to care about me, and i also need to take care of myself enough to take care of Peggy, even though that's become a slog through the gray too. wake up, walk dog, feed dog, feed self. distract from the bad feelings.
i want to work and be productive, but whenever i sit down to do commission work, i'm reminded of my shameful unemployment. whenever i sit down and try to get in the zone while working on a project, all i can think about is how the high won't last. the interest will fade. i'll do brilliant things with it, and then abandon it, and then grieve over something that i decided to leave behind.
all that comes out of my mouth now are excuses, or silence, because talking leads to venting and i can only vent about the same problem, the same feelings (just getting worse), so many damn times before that vicious little voice in my head keeps telling me i'm the problem.
i was better for a while. i got used to ignoring it. i even got to a point where i believed it wasn't right. when i believed people telling me i wasn't a bad person, that my work was worthwhile, that i was worthwhile. i believed it, i accepted it, i fucking loved myself.
i climbed all the way to what felt like the top, only to come tumbling down, down, down. it never changes, and i never learn. the higher you go, the farther you fall. when in my life have i ever found the key to happiness and actually held onto it? it's a delusion. everything is just a fucking delusion and i can't tell why. is it my brain chemistry? do i need pills? is it the unemployment? is it getting older? is it my own choices? if the answer was just written out for me, i could solve it, because i help solve other people's problems, why not mine?
i'm not suicidal. i'm not. i sound like a raving mad man while i type this out at seven in the morning, but this is the most real that i've felt, the words are actually clear to me and not just blurry shapes behind a wall of I'm Fine, I'm Polite, Don't Worry. everything is making sense right now and the words are so bright and sharp, it's almost like digging and digging and finally finding something in the ground.
i don't want to die. i'm not sure if i want to be understood. i don't need everyone to love me, just my family and friends is fine, i would also like to be included in that equation. i think about dying all the time, but i don't want to die, trust me. i just want help. i need help, and maybe spitting out so-called edgy nonsense on my blog isn't going to help me, but maybe it's good not to backspace and delete everything. maybe it'll give my therapist something to work with because i always forget to say things in the moment.
i can't even say i'm having a breakdown. that's singular, an isolated event. this is breaking down. i'm losing it, i'm fucking losing it, but believe me, i'm holding on. it might not look like it, but i'm grabbing and not letting go, even when my grip starts to slip. my dad's an alcoholic and turned to drinking when he got laid off. my dad made my mom cry so many times when i was a kid because he let go and i won't make that mistake, i won't make mom cry, even if she doesn't live here. i will not end up like him.
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I like the start of the episode but is she gonna go all meredith grey pov thing all the episodes now? it's not bad bad tho just asking
And I knew the possibilities were low but a little hope was still there, instead they really went there and called the baby Nicky uuughh, that baby is adorable, so so cute but a big nope for the name, I feel like they went with their idea and didn't ask Kelli and Peter I fear, she wouldn't have gone there I believe, fuck DG, also who the hell call their kid their ex name?! both of them! Carisi ex was Nicole, Amanda had a fwb situationship with Nick and yeah call him ex is definitely not it lol, but still?? weird af. Carisi has also a cousin called Nikki??! something different maybe?? especially if it stands for Dominick for me, like again? a third? it's so old 'patriarchal' school I don't like it, it's 2024. For me there's no way Amanda and Sonny would have gone for that. This is why I wanted a girl, I feared they were gonna go there and look, they did. Give him is own name. Anywayyyyy baby name rant over, sorry not sorry I needed to get it off my chest. I'm cool now lol.... -ish. Anyway that baby is the cutest tho, he's so them, good choice in casting! let's see how the eyes evolve tho 😂 did they look blue? i don't remember, with both parents with blue eyes he gotta have blue eyes, 1% of mayyybe green but brown? it gotta be very very very rare.
Also tho, why did they cut half the baptism scene and there was NO SIGHT of the girls???! like why the hell do you call them to be there in both scenes, film them and then you cut them out?? also rude? 3 seconds of their back running doesn't count. but oh Noah had to go on a tangent about the baby, at least this time he didn't interrupt the scene. I wanted the girls to talk about their brother, a 'dad' line maybe, a family of 5 little scene at the party. We got more bts than product filmed ffs. At least we got a damn good Rollisi scene😍😍 I missed them soooo much it's been a year without them. To bad they had spoiled all the scene already. I miss them already. One good thing is, if they're going with Rollins-Carisi I love it?! I always prefer when they include both names especially in het relationships, and not making it all about the man, I like 'Rollins', Amanda made her name a good one she fought to be better and defy the legacy of her father name, I would hate to lose it.
Thankfully! Amanda Rollins and the Rollivia scene saved the episode, I absolutely adored LOVED their scene, Amanda first concern: How is Liv 😭😭 and Liv opens up only with her😭, this kind of talk was like their usual talks in her office, when Amanda would knock, come in, ask how she was and the talk would unravel. I missed this. And here as soon as she started talking about the case Amanda went into detective mode, -investigating thinking face activated-! adfghjkljhgfdsfghjk the OUR PERP, Liv face 😂, her 'when are you coming back' face lol. Also 'Don't make me miss you more than I already do' I'm dead! we all thought that!! This is so so telling tho bitch come back soon, Liv misses you, that team definitely misses you and your brain. Too many men, it's not acceptable! and I don't want random rotating female detectives just to fill the spot (they could have kept Churlish tho??), women are not interchangeable thank you, we need Amanda back! the scene says it all, again. Also also also, holy shit Amanda/Kelli she was soooo hot in that scene, like wow. Blouse, pants, hair everything perfect! this was filmed during the 'lil boo thang dance video' right?!😂😂
Also I love the idea that Liv didn't even bat an eye when she goes all 'Carisi told you about the dolls right?' like it's a given that Amanda knows everything about the cases anyway lol. Does Amanda grill her husband when he comes home in the evening?! 😂😂 "Tell me everything about the case, I'm listening (I'm bored I need a challenge)" so if this is what happens there's no way Carisi doesn't know she's bored and miss SVU, come on, like Liv, he knows her the best, he's just waiting for her to come clean I believe, and I get it, maybe she doesn't want to burst the bubble, also with baby number 3 challenge added, and probably the writers want us to see the moment it happens and with this strike it prolonged everything, I will accept the fact that they haven't talk already as long as they really show it tho, because it needs to happens, she wants back! and she's so needed!
watching next week promo tho, Amanda can skip this one, she had already enough danger drama thanks lol
the last but not the least, McGrath gotta go, ASAP, persona non grata, give me back Garland, hell even Dodds was way better. If a character like that doesn't evolve and doesn't learn and doesn't gets better after 3 seasons... he gotta go. Actually he's getting worse.
#amanda rollins#sonny carisi#rollisi#olivia benson#rollivia#law and order svu#svu#svu25#svu spoilers
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