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OBEY ME! LESSON 60 DETAILED SUMMARY + DISCUSSION/THEORIES

*I wrote this days after the lesson was first posted and never bothered to go back and edit it so meaning there will be me theorizing about the next lesson as well

*I write a small para for each chapter and I write it immediately after finishing that chapter so there’ll be theorizing about the next chapter too

*I swear more than usual here

*Some of the dialogue is heavily plagiarized and a few is lifted directly from the story, the game is to figure which is which.

*Summaries and Discussions/theories for all the other lessons can be found on this blog under #obey me spoilers or #my theories or #my headcanons

Welp this is it… DAMNNNNNN the last two seasons each had a lesson near the beginning of the season dedicated just to a date with Mammon and I’m praying S4 has one as well and though it sucks Mammon & MC’s hellos and goodbyes are always really sweet and ahhh how am I already missing them. I’m desperate for S4 and I haven’t even finished S3 yet… fuck okay.

Post Lesson 60 edit: The last chapter goodbyes are gonna be direct quotes cause I’m an emotional mess.

As MC is about to head outside Mammon calls out to them and tells them to bring him a cake on the way home, they ask him why he’s been so cold and distant with them lately and he frowns at them and says he doesn’t know what they’re talking about and tells them not to forget the cake and then he leaves. Asmo who had being eavesdropping laughs and says that even for Mammon that was oddly bossy and arrogant. He then asks if he can tag along with them partway cause he’s heading to the spa. As they walk past the lake Asmo tells MC not to hold Mammon’s recent attitude against him and that he’s so upset about having to leave MC again that he doesn’t know what to do with himself and since rn all he can think about is MC he’s not sure how to act around them. Asmo says Mammon’s spending too much time dwelling on this. He looks disappointed and shakes his head when he asks himself what he’s gonna do about Mammon and that he’s being a child. (IS2G Asmo is the number #1 Mammon x MC shipper???????? Relatable) MC asks him if he hasn’t been dwelling on leaving. He asks if they wish he was and says they’re always on his mind and that’s why he doesn’t seem any different now. He says the actual reason he’s still so himself and not outwardly upset is cause he has faith (HA!) that they’ll end back together again like all the previous times they had to separate. He says he’s still sad about having to say goodbye but all that makes him want to do is treasure the moments they have rn. They can hold his hand, kiss him or say that’s a really Asmo thing if him to say. He smiles and says positivity is one of his charms (Asmo ily but weren’t you the one who got drunk and cried and needed to have Satan carry you back home the first time MC left…) They eventually part ways. I’m guessing the order of the rest of the ‘goodbyes’ is gonna be Satan, Mammon and then Lucifer cause those two always end up last in that order…

EYYYYY! They run into satan and ask where he’s off to. He says he’s off to the bookstore to stock on some human books before they head home and asks MC if they want to tag along. He hands them a list and tells them to start looking from the top and that he’ll start from the bottom. He says thwy can use magic as long as no human sees them (ME: thinking back to that one human MC, Belphie and Diavolo scared the shit out of…Hmmmm). They agree and he says that knowing they studied under Solomon makes him feel safe to trust that they know what they’re doing. He says he always knows he can count on them when he needs them and that being in the Devildom without them will be troublesome (I said in the fairy dust/angel lesson that Satan & MC are incredibly similar and that their friendship is highly underrated and I still stand by that.) MC uses magic to lift a book from a high shelf and Satan warns them that someone’s coming making them loose their concentration and the book to come falling down, Satan shields them though and gets hit with it instead. They each ask if the other is alright and he says they need to be more careful that no one sees them (ME: INTENSELY THINKING BACK TO THAT TIME WITH DIAVOLO AND BELPHIE WHEN MC WAS WILLING TO BARBEQUE A MAN FOR FIRING A GUN AT BELPHIE) He blushes and tells them he’ll show what he means and he takes them behind a bookshelf where no one can see and wraps his arms around them and pulls them close (Satan what kinda romance novel pickup line was that??? Also all I can imagine is that SNL bookstore skit with John Cena & Aidy Bryant). MC can kiss him, wrap their arms around him or just thank him for shielding them earlier. He says there’s no need to thank him and that he’s just happy they’re not hurt, He then laughs softly and asks if they’ll be okay once he’s gone. They ask him in turn if he’ll be okay. He blushes and says he won’t and that just thinking about life without them was enough to drive him mad.

At dinner levi asks if everyone is there and Beel looks sad and says Mammon isn’t, Belphie sighs and says he always has to make things difficult. Levi says it’s okay and he gets it and that Mammon obviously thinks dinner’s gonna suck since Levi made it and holy shit can we pls take Levi to a therapist pls? Belphie says Levi’s beating himself up for no reason and Levi goes on a rant about how he’s an ultra-negative, depressing otaku and how no one likes being around him ajndsvddjsnk LEVI pls!!? (unrelated but Levi’s actually my third favourite) Belphie asks MC to go get Mammon and Beel tells them to hurry. They knock and enter his room. They ask him what he’s doing and he says he was just watching a shark movie Satan gave him. He asks if they’re here to tell him about dinner and that they should head back and eat and not to worry about him. He looks upset and says he’s not in the mood to eat. They say they’re really gonna miss him and he’s eyes widen for a sec before he looks away and asks if they’re some sorta kid. He then laughs though and says they’re not the only one who feels that way. He blushes and says of course he’s gonna miss them too and that they already knew that. He asks if there isn’t some other way for them to stay together forever. He says that being a sorcerer they have to make something happen. They can say a.) that despite being a sorcerer they’re still pretty green and he laughs and says the one time he needs them they’re no use at all. He blushes and tells them to hurry up and ‘ripen’ and that a green sorcerer won’t cut it. B.) being a demon he should make something happen. He says if there was something he could do he woulda done it a long time ago. Looking aside again he says hanging out with them and talking about dumb stuff is something he takes for granted and he just realized he won’t be able to do it again anytime soon, he says that once he’s back in the devildom life would be dull and that once he used to be happy as long as he had money but after they met that was ruined. And now during his free time he thinks about them and feels all worried and unsettled. He blushes and asks them to stay with him and keep him company since all this is their fault. Belphie texts them asking where the fuck they are they say they’ll have dinner with Mammon later, he then wishes them luck with Mammon.

In the music room Levi’s bemoaning how he understands that any coffee he makes won’t be good enough while a wide eyed Asmo asks him what he’s talking about cause as you can see Asmo is drinking his coffee, Levi says he never admitted it was good though. Asmo smiles and reassures him that it’s actually good and asks Belphie to back him up. Belphie says he wants no part of any of this which immediately crumbles all of Asmo’s hard work and makes Levi depressed. Lucifer pops his head in and once he spots MC asks them to come to his room. They ask what he wants to talk about, he says he’ll tell them when he gets there. To the room as a whole he says that Diavolo wants them all at the hotel the next day. This surprises both Mammon & Beel, and Satan asks if there’s another problem at the hotel, making everyone turn and eye Levi who turns red and protests. In his room Lucifer asks if MC knows why he called them and they say nope. He asks if they really don’t know or if they’re just playing dumb. When they don’t answer he says it’s about why Diavolo called them to the hotel. He says Diavolo hasn’t told him the reason behind it and asks if MC knows, saying that for Diavolo not to tell him it has to be either something that’ll supremely piss off Lucifer or something that Diavolo finds fun and exciting that Lucifer won’t like but will have to endure. They say they don’t know anything about it. He says, “what do you think you can lie to me? Have you forgotten who the fuck I am exactly!?” When they still remain silent he drops the blank faced glare and laughs saying he can take a guess at what’s going on considering they’re not willing to share. He says considering this is them they’re probably gonna do something nice for them and he tells them they’re really sweet, they tell him not to stop and to keep stroking their ego (or they can ask for a reward). He says he may considering how things go tomorrow. He then pauses and says he’s actually in the mood to indulge them today so he’ll sing their praises just for today. (They can ask if he’s sad about saying goodbye, he says yes and then blushes and says obviously that means they’re spending the night in his room – I noped out at this point. Is it weird that Lucifer’s the only brother I can’t see MC platonically sharing a bed with?) They then tease him saying this is very unlike him. He blushes and agrees, saying that when he’s with them he doesn’t have to be the avatar of pride but that’s okay because they love all the different sides of him (I thought this was really sweet, Lucifer needs to know that there’s someone who loves him as a whole even the parts of him that are massive jerks and I love that this interaction can be read as either romantic or platonic. He smiles and says he’s looking forward for tomorrow.

The brothers are all surprised when from the hotel they are taken to the currently most popular club in the human world that has been reserved all for them, with Simeon making all the food and Luke making cakes. Luke tries his best to protect the food from Beel while Satan and Mammon say how surprise they were by Barbatos’s magic making them walk out into the club after walking into the hotel. MC asks if they like it and Lucifer says of course they do and thanks them for doing this. Solomon says he has a present for all of them too, Levi worries that he cooked for them (though he asks it with the sweetest smile cause all these demons are still hanging on to not letting Solomon know his food is toxic waste in case it hurts his feelings) and Lucifer whispers to MC that if so they might all die here. Solomon says he had offered to help cook but Simeon had insisted he had it all handled (he looks awfully disappointed when saying this). Mammon cheers on Simeon and Belphie says “…yeah I never thought I’d owe my life to Simeon but here we are” Their real present is Solomon lighting up the room with what, according to Belphie, looks like a fallen star. Asmo gushes about how beautiful it is. Beel asks if he can eat it. Levi laughs and tells him he better not. Diavolo says they should officially start the party and everyone cheers. In a side lounge area Simeon says seeing the brothers enjoying the party so much makes all the effort feel worth it, Barbatos says he’s just happy seeing Diavolo having so much fun and he thanks MC. They say they could never have done it without their help in the first place. Simeon says it was MC to got them all working together to make this happen in the first place. Levi then arrives to come drag MC towards the karaoke (which Diavolo insisted they have – poor man’s still trying to sing a duet with Lucifer I see)

Satan and Asmo complain about Levi hogging the mic and singing anime songs, he yells at them for not understanding the raw passion and energy of anime songs (which isn’t that true? Anime songs have a unique kinda passion that makes you hyped that I’ve never being able to find in other songs..). Levi tells MC to forget about them and MC asks to sing a duet. Levi says he’ll queue up a bunch of duets and Mammon yells at Levi for hogging the mic and using this as an opportunity to hit on MC. Levi laughs and says that he’s not swooping in and doing anything the way Mammon said and that MC wants to sing with him. Mammon then blushes and demands to sing the next duet with them from MC. Asmo then calls the one after that and Mammon asks Beel & Belphie what they’re doing. They’re mixing drinks. MC says there new drink (demonous with scorpion powder and something else) sounds really good (cause they’re a freak like that) Belphie says the flavours do seem to go surprisingly well together and he asks Mammon to try some. He protests saying they just want to use him as a guinea pig. Lucifer’s drawn to the commotion and says they all seem to be fun, Levi asks if he wants to sing next and he says later, he then thanks MC for planning a fun surprise for them and that they were able to create some nice final memories in the human world before heading home. MC says they’ll share more great times together and Lucifer laughs and agrees saying this won’t be the last time they’re all together and this is just one of many happy memories they’ll share in the future. When they go back to the lounge area Solomon says they could hear them all talking, singing and laughing all the way from over here despite the music, emphasizing that they could hear Levi the most. Diavolo asks them to come sit and pours them another drink and says they were all talking about them and how they helped them enjoy their time in the human realm. He thanks them from the bottom of his heart. Solomon says last time they were all together in the Devildom and this time it was in the human realm and asks where they should be together next. Luke is surprised he’s already thinking about the next time. He laughs and says it’s cause he can barely wait for the next time they are all together. MC can suggest one of the three worlds. (personally I chose the Devildom cause the brothers aren’t allowed in the Celestial Realm and as much as I am completely in love with Mammon’s human world look I miss the aesthetic of the Devildom.) Diavolo laughs and says he’s happy they’ve taken such a liking to the Devildom and that he’d love for them to come back and that the brothers will be thrilled too. From the distance and getting closer they hear Lucifer telling his brothers to quit pushing him. Mammon tells him to just hurry up and go inside. Levi says Lucifer has to be with them or they won’t be taken seriously. Lucifer groans and asks if they’re actually planning on saying “this to him”. “Of course.” Says Satan. Belphie says it’s at least worth asking. Asmo agrees saying anything’s possible if you put your mind to it. They all tumble into the lounge area and Solomon asks what brings them all here. Lucifer looking tired says that his brothers have something to ask Diavolo. Mammon tells Lucifer not to act as if he isn’t part of this and as if it hasn’t been on his mind too. Diavolo chuckles and asks what they want to ask. Beel says they’ve all been thinking about something for a while now and they want to discuss it with him. The brothers all together yell: “We want MC to join the family!” GUUUUUYYYYSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!? Not me softly sobbing at the image this makes in my head ahhhhhhh!??????? AHHHHHH!?????????? MC’s shocked and speechless. Asjvfkjffvuiefhi pls don’t give me hope like this wtf and what do they mean by join the family cause I don’t mind Lucifer more or less adopting them, and like Beel said they already seem to be a part of the family but MC brought up proposals with A LOT of the brothers so is that what they mean? Like marriage??? But they’re all asking and other than Beel & Belphie wanting to share with each other and Asmo being open to threesomes none of them want to share MC so……. Also I do not see my OM! MC getting married at all but at the same time if it was to squirrel their way into a permanent position in the family then…

Diavolo’s wide-eyed and stunned silent, and then he asks “…huh!?” Solomon bursts out laughing. Luke is red faced and tells Solomon this is no time to laugh. Solomon still laughing chokes out that he’s never seen Diavolo so stunned. Luke pauses and then asks what exactly they mean by ‘join the family’ and then he turns red and demands if they mean marrying MC. The brothers obviously haven’t really thought about what ‘join the family’ means and only now realise it can imply marriage. Asmo immediately volunteers. Mammon red faced protests to MC marrying Asmo and then stuttering says that if they’re gonna marry anyone they should marry him (he screams the last part out after struggling through the first part). Levi gets pissed saying if MC marries a scumbag like Mammon they’d have a dark, terrible future (watch me put together a 200 slide presentation refuting this) Belphie tells Asmo and Mammon to back off before they mess things up. Lucifer, looking dead tired, says it’s already a mess. Diavolo goes, “Umm…Lucifer?” and asks him to explain what’s going on. He says the others want MC around on a permanent basis so they don’t have to say goodbye ever and they put their heads together and decided on this. “Marriage!?” goes Luke. Solomon says the demons hadn’t thought how they’d make them part of the family. Lucifer tells Satan that he can look at the others like they’re a band of idiots but to leave him outta it. Solomon asks MC what they think of all this and they say they want to be part of the family too (it’s implied through out the main storyline that generally MC’s someone who’s very calm and collected and who while being incredibly blunt doesn’t express their emotions outwardly much (at the beginning of S2 Lucifer even comments on them being more expressive than before they left) but I’d like to imagine at this moment they are wet eyed and beaming because of these loveable idiots who ARE their family even if it’s not official). Diavolo smiles and says he sees. Luke has problems with humans and demons mixing and being a family (LUKE I THOUGHT WE WERE OVER THIS!?) “Yes, Luke. I know…” says Diavolo. His face then becomes serious and he’s silent and contemplative. Diavolo looks at MC and says that though they aren’t aware of it there’s still bad blood amongst the three worlds and that no matter how much they all want to be a family and stay together it’s not within his power to let that happen. He looks upset and apologizes. Lucifer is silent. He says though that his goal is to one day remove these barriers between the worlds and that he’ll do everything in his power to make that happen, and as the future demon king he promises that one day he’ll make it so that they can marry anyone in this room (I’m screaming just MC – queer as hell and with they/them pronouns waiting in the human world for marriage to get legalized only to fall in love with someone from another world and having to wait AGAIN for marriage to be legalized… I’d have lost my entire shit.) “WELL, isn’t that good for you, you apprentice poaching motherfuckers but guess what I’m a human meaning WE can get married in the meantime… CHECKMATE, BITCHES~” says Solomon. Mammon actually snaps at Solomon and calls him a “son of a –“ before he remembers the child in the room and trails off and snaps at him not to say stuff like that. Belphie asks if Solomon can even be classified as a human given his age. (Can MC even be classified as fully human given the whole Lilith situation? I mean ik Lilith was reincarnated as a human but she still kept and passed on her supernatural magic. Plus there’s a Belphie devilgram that takes places pre S1 that implies MC’s not fully human plus that whole thing about fairy hallucination angel!Lucifer not taking MC’s word for it when they said they were human… it’s very likely though everyone here’s too dumb to realise it). Satan says at this point Solomon might as well be a demon. Asmo tells him not to pretend to be a human when it’s convenient. He laughs and says that even though he can’t grow old or die he still belongs to the human race. Beel says that maybe but Solomon isn’t playing fair, Levi agrees and says Solomon’s also making him jealous. Diavolo says MC sure is popular seeing as they are all fighting over them. Lucifer says he knew this would happen and that’s why he didn’t want them to have this discussion. Luke’s shocked that MC’s got demons and the world’s greatest sorcerer wrapped around their finger, MC asks him if he sees them in a new light now. Luke says he thinks it’s impressive but it also creeps him out.

Back near the dance floor, Satan laughs and says Beel’s eating too much, Beel says Satan’s drinking too much, Satan who actually seems tipsy says he’s nowhere near his limit and challenges Beel to a competition to see who reaches their drink/food limit first, Beel agrees. Given how much beel can eat I can only assume this is the last we see of Satan RIP. Barbatos, looking uncharacteristically extremely worried, tells them to slow down cause neither of them know to stop. Levi, finishing up his song, calls for Luke who booked next but Mammon says Simeon went to put the “little guy” to sleep and asks Levi to come play cards instead. Lucifer, who’s playing with Mammon, asks if he hasn’t lost enough at this point, Mammon turns red and says this time he’s gonna win it all back. Asmo laughs and says Mammon just jinxed himself. Belphie asks why MC’s looking around the room so restlessly and they can say A.) I don’t see Diavolo anywhere B.) where’s Solomon? Either way the answer is he has no idea where Solomon went but he did see Diavolo head out earlier. He says the two of them are probably together talking. MC finds Diavolo and asks what he’s up to. He says he wanted a break and to gaze at the city lights and sober up a little since he won’t be able to see them again for awhile. He asks them to sit next to him and then laughs and says he could barely believe his ears after he heard what the brothers asked. He says he’s known the seven of them for a long time and knows how close they are and that it’s unbelievable that they’d want to include someone new to the family (MY HEART!? ALSO FOUND FAMILY TROPE!) He says it almost makes him jealous. They say that they know for a fact that he’s very important to the brothers too. He’s like “thanks for saying that but rn you’re either playing dumb or you actually are this dumb which makes me question my taste but then again I’m also in love with Lucifer so…” and he says he’s jealous of the brothers not them (Sure, Jan. We know you’re jealous of them both don’t lie). He says he feels the same as them and blushes and says he keeps thinking about how it could be if they were together forever (Sir, pls Lucifer is right there. He’s available. Pls.) He says if their relationship was on that level and if their bond was deep and permanent like those of a family he can’t even imagine how amazing that’d be (he keeps repeating ‘family’ and the brothers weren’t even thinking marriage when they asked for MC to be part of their family and Diavolo was really shocked and he now said specifically it was them asking about being ‘family’ before Luke even first mentioned marriage that made Diavolo jealous. What I’m saying is that considering Diavolo’s lonely, strict childhood the one thing he wants more than anything is a family not marriage specifically). He smiles and says they beat him to the punch and that he asks them to give him time cause he’s gonna do everything he can to mend the bridges between the three worlds for MC and for the brothers…and a little bit for himself. He gives them his word.

Out on the balcony Solomon greets them and asks if they shouldn’t be down with the others, they say they needed a break and wanted to talk to him, he wonders if the others would be pissed if they knew Solomon had MC all to himself. He says he figured he’d stay out of the way today and let MC and the demons spend time together considering he’ll have enough time to hang out with them later. He says he can’t believe they asked MC to join the family and that he didn’t see that coming. He starts laughing again about how serious they looked and how shocked Diavolo looked, and how Lucifer looked like he had a migraine (Ik we all say Lucifer’s the sadist but have we considered…) MC asks if he really thinks it’s that funny (and I’m pretty sure they’re offended on the brothers’ behalf and hurt cause that’s what they want too.) Solomon says for him it’s funny. He says it’s common of a demon to ask for a business arrangement or a pact but he’s never heard of them asking humans to join their family. He smiles and says he’s beginning to think he chose a “truly incredible” human as his apprentice. MC asks what the demons in his life are to him, he gives it serious thought and said these days he sees them as close friends. MC asks if things were different earlier and he says they were but also asks that they not get into things rn cause the story is long and tedious, MC asks if he’s just trying to avoid their question and if he’s gonna tell them the truth or not. He laughs and says nope and that though you can’t tell it by looking at him he’s a little too tipsy. He reminds them that they’re barely a sorcerer rn and that they should leave questions like that for later until they can use “magic like this” without an incantation. He uses magic to teleport the others on to the balcony (what a snake. Imagine instead of going to a crowd to escape a conversation you use your magic to bring the crowd to you to avoid a conversation AND to set a line for MC to reach before they can start poking at his past.) Asmo says he’s being wondering where the two of them went and how naughty it was to sneak off together, Levi complains about being cut halfway through a song, Beel asks MC to judge his eating competition with Satan and Satan says it’s actually a drinking competition. Barbatos looking deeply concerned asks if the two of them intend to empty the hotel’s pantry AND its wine cellar. He asks MC to stop them. Lucifer’s goading Mammon and kicking his ass in a card game and Mammon refuses to give up (HC that Lucifer taught Mammon to play cards up in the Celestial Realm as a way to get him to sit still and NOT set the drapes on fire). Belphie comments on the card game and the party continues. (Pretty sure Solomon saw the demons as pawns or tools to get what he wants/ for more power and that he was much more ruthless with making pacts with them than he is now when he pesters Lucifer (aka getting Asmo drunk while he was upset and making a pact) the question is why? And why did Michael basically sponsor this? We know that the Celestial Realm and Devildom had just called a truce when Michael took an interest in Solomon so could it be that he wanted someone to keep an eye on the demons and the best way to do that was to have a powerful human sorcerer make as many pacts with demons as possible. I mean Solomon made a pact with Asmo mostly because he was Lucifer’s brother and Michael still has a heavy interest in the brothers so it could be possible that he wanted Solomon to make a pact with one of them so that he could see what they were doing?)

LAST ONE GUYS! :) I’m okay really :)))))))) Outside the manor in the morning, Barbatos tells Diavolo it’s time and Diavolo looking really sad agrees. (RIGHT OFF THE BAT HUH!?) Even Solomon seems upset when he realizes it’s time and then that damn song starts playing, that ending song that always chokes me up and this time it doesn’t feel as sad as last season because honestly the “Till we meet again” party really helped while last season all the brothers tried to run away with MC and that shit HURT but it still makes me choked up FUCK I want them back so badly. Diavolo comes up to MC and says they have to return and that though they weren’t here for a long time it was really fun. “So, till we meet again, MC” he ends with. Barbatos thanks them for all they did to make their stay in the human world more comfortable. He says next time they meet he’ll prepare a special tea for them that he’s sure they’ll like. From here we’re going to direct quotes because I am EMOTIONAL:

Mammon says, while not meeting their eyes: …Listen, why’re you sittin’ around twiddling your thumbs, huh? I saw how hard you worked to become a sorcerer, so I know you got it in ya. (He blushes, still not meeting their eyes) Hurry up and learn summoning magic ASAP! You big dummy… (he finally looks up at them and smiles) And once you learn it, you’d better summon ME first! All right? You promise, right? (MC can either hug or kiss him….AND YOU GUYS MUST KNOW ME BY NOW SO MC just kisses him in front of all the brothers just like that????????? – he blushes and looks away again) Dammit, now I wanna take you back to the Devildom with me… (He meets their eyes one more time, face still red)

Levi says, blushing and looking aside: …You know that game we were playing? Final Devil Kingdom… (He looks up at them, still blushing) Well, I’ve decided not to make any more progress in it until I see you next. (He smiles brightly then) So we need to get together and play it again as soon as possible, okay? I mean, I’m dying to move on to the next dungeon… (He looks up at them with a sad expression then and they can either hug or kiss him and look I love Levi but I’ve already made my choice so MC hugs him – he blushes and gets a determined expression on his face) I’m going to be messaging you a lot, okay? So… don’t ignore my texts, or I’ll cry. (He smiles at them one more time)

Satan says, looking confident and meeting their eyes: …There are several cats who come by the manor for food each day. Make sure to take care of them for me. If you’re on the job, I feel like I can rest easy knowing they’ll be okay. (He frowns, blushes and looks away then) But keep in touch. Let me know how the cats are doing every day. Got it? Every day. (They hug him and he laughs and then says with a smile) Knowledge is power. The more you have, the better off you’ll be. So study hard, and learn to stand on your own two feet as a sorcerer as soon as you can.

Asmo says, looking really upset but making eye contact: No matter how I dress myself up or how cute I make my nails and makeup, if I can’t show it to the one I love the most, it won’t be fun at all. (He smiles then) So, I’ve decided to think about it this way… I have to strive to make myself more and more beautiful with each passing day! 🤍 (He smiles even more brightly) So that one day you’ll fall for me completely and then you’ll be all mine! How does that sound? (MC hugs him and he giggles, and says smiling) I’m going to put a little something extra on my hug! 🤍 (he squeezes them closer)

Beel says with a soft smile looking in at them: …It was fun getting to eat together with you every day here human world, MC. (His smile brightens) You know, when you’re with the right person, good food has a way of tasting even better. I want to be able to eat with you all the time, every single day. I want that to be normal. And I’m going to do whatever I can to make it so that someday soon, it really will be like that. (MC hugs him and he blushes and smiles and says) Make sure you eat enough, okay? Take care of yourself.

Belphie says also with a soft smile, making eye contact: I’m glad I got this chance to live here in the human world. Spending each day together with you in your world has been incredibly fun. (He looks sad and looks to the side) …Having to go to sleep every night in a house without you in it from now on is going to be really sad, and really lonely. (MC hugs them and he blushes but his expression is still sad and he doesn’t make eye contact) Take care, MC…

Lucifer’s wearing that fond smile that makes his eyes squint shut and he says: …Never did I imagine that one day, I’d find it this hard to say goodbye to you. I’ve managed to shock even myself. (He looks up at them then) Once I’m back in the Devildom, where I can’t see you anymore, this feeling is probably going to grow even worse. I hope this is every bit as difficult for you as it is for me. (MC hugs him) …Let’s make sure we see each other again sooner rather than later. (He gives that soft fond smile again)

Barbatos opens the portal. Solomon tells them all to take care. There’s a flash of bright light and the opening song starts playing. “MC!” Yells Mammon with a bright smile before he jumps in. “Toodles!” Says a beaming, waving Asmo. “Till next time!” says Levi with a small smile. “Take care of yourself!” Says a brightly smiling Belphie. “Bye…” Says Beel with a smile. “See you around.” Says Satan with a smile. “See you next time.” Says Lucifer with a nod of his head and a smile. “Goodybe, MC.” Says Diavolo with a bright smile. There’s another flash and the portal’s closed and they’re all gone. The credits play thanking all the main and side character VAs over human world backgrounds and YOU! Back in front of the manor Solomon says it suddenly got so quiet that he feels lonely. MC’s silent and doesn’t answer him. “Hey,” he says after a bit, “didn’t they officially hire you as their “babysitter” because you came here looking for a job, you know that thing you need to be able to survive independent adult life in the human world… Did they ever pay you for that?” “…SON OF A B–” At the angel’s halo Simeon tells a sad, silent Luke that the others must have gone back home by now, Luke quietly agrees. Simeon laughs and asks if that bothers Luke. Luke blushes, stutters and denies it. Luke tries to change the topic by telling Simeon to hurry up and grind some coffee cause they’re about to open. Simeon says they still have enough time and Luke says he’s gonna take out the trash and runs out back to avoid his feelings and this conversation. Simeon laughs. The door opens and Simeon turns to tell them they’re not opened yet but trails off. ??? says, “I can see that, yes…” Simeon’s eyes widen and his mouth turns down, he’s too shocked to say anything. ??? says, “Well, look at you. I could almost believe you really are a human, brother…” Simeon’s entire face goes blank and settles on a cold emotionless expression though he still doesn’t reply before he slowly smiles, “…Welcome. So glad you could stop by, Raphael.” And the chapter, the lesson and the season is over. So…SO…you know I don’t even have words really. I’m not, we really are getting new characters aren’t we. I mean I said in some of the earlier summaries that at this point with the way they were hyping up the angels in this season that it only makes sense to bring them in BUT I never 100% believed they would and now I’m just???? They really are gonna do it holy fuck GUYS!? I need S4 badly like rn immediately but given that the break between S2 and S3 was really small AND that they maybe introducing at least 2 new characters the break between S3 and S4 might be longer AND I get it y’know but still I desperately need this now. Holy shit. And Simeon’s facial expressions! How he looked surprised and upset and then how his face just shut down (something we rarely or never? See from him) and then how it smoothed out into a smile ajsdvbkdwhskcjksk Raphael’s way of speaking fit exactly with what I imagined after what Asmo, Lucifer and Belphie said about him. This kinda formal, authoritative, cold, distant way. And the tension between him and Simeon!? “BROTHER!????” Does he mean brother in the same way as the Sins do or is it more brother in arms the way I see Lucifer and Simeon being in the Celestial Realm? It felt cold compared to them. Pls give me a heavily dysfunctional, distant and cold angel family to contrast with the dysfunctional but close and loving demon family I WILL SCREAM. I’ve screamed all my angel and celestial realm theories in the previous summaries (there are a lot) so I’m not gonna go into detail about them here but I will say I’m keeping my fingers crossed for morally dubious/grey angels who believe they are completely in the right at all times and I’m deeply scared of getting at least part of S4 without the brothers as we are introduced to the angels – I mean don’t get me wrong I’d love if they took time to introduce us to the angels without the brothers’ dynamics with them being involved and to give us a chance to hear their side of the story before they have the whole reunion between everyone BUT I’ll also feel the heavy withdrawal effects of being deprived of the brothers so yeah. Overall the goodbye to the brothers felt far more uplifting than last season’s one given that they ended with the upbeat opening song and not the melancholic sounding ending song. WOW okay. I’m gonna try and get through the hard lessons and unlock the chapters I couldn’t since S2. SEE YOU NEXT SEASON! LOVE AK 🤍

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lorkai · 3 years

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Oiii, honey!! Posso pedir um HC fofo com o Diavolo? Talvez ele e o Reader sejam amigos de infância e o Reader tenha que ir embora para algum outro lugar. Qualquer pronome está bom. Obrigada <3

Request: @coramiex asked for a Child!Diavolo x Child!MC where they are best friends and one of them is leaving/moving somewhere.

A/N:That was a really fun request, thank you. Feel free to request again :)

"Dia! Dia! Look at this." You drew your best friend's attention to the many butterflies that were flying across the cottage's gigantic garden, unable to stop a giant smile from dominating your small, childlike face. Dia stopped painting the painting he had been carefully working on for the past few hours to look at the butterflies with a special sparkle in his eyes, smiling. “Yeah, they're beautiful. But no more beautiful than you, MC. I love your hair and your cute face, I could stop time to look at you forever and I would never get tired of the sight.”

"DIA!" You were used to your friend who was totally spontaneous and true to what he felt, yet you hid your face between your hands in shame at what you had heard. Diavolo, whom you've called Dia since you met him, smiled the most beautiful smile you've ever seen and went back to work on that rather sad, cold-colored picture. The sun was beating down on his fingers and Diavolo's brow was furrowed in concentration. You just watched him work as you yourself were making him a birthday present; a crown of blue flowers because on her little head it would totally match his red hair.

The two of you were quiet, enjoying each other's presence and being bathed in the warm sun and the sound of birds chirping every second. That place was peaceful to you, like a part of heaven and when you said that to Diavolo one day he started laughing at you, but he never told you why.

"Hey Dia, can I have your sweater?" You asked, your voice thin with embarrassment, your fingers playing with the edges of his sweater as you waited for an answer. You hugged the item of clothing and smelled the strong smell that it gave off, like home, like a part of a good dream. You opted to wear the sweater as soon as you received a positive murmur and rolled up the long sleeves, after which you finally finished that crown of blue roses.

That crown symbolized everything you weren't able to speak out loud, symbolized the trust you and Diavolo had, symbolized the fellowship and the good times you spent together. And it symbolized the impossible, it symbolized the loss of someone because Diavolo was leaving soon and you feared that you would never see each other again, even though he said it wouldn't happen. He was a free spirit, someone with the eternal soul of a child and you knew he would keep his promise at all costs, you hoped it was true. Because he was your best friend.

Yours hands shook as you looked at the blue petals and touched them gently, your eyes were filling with tears. You already missed him, even though he was on your side. And playing with the hems of Diavolo's sweater, you wiped your eyes discreetly and turned to him with a big smile.

"Dia, I made it for you!" You sat beside him and placed the crown on his head carefully as you smiled with pride in your own work, your little hands were covered with cuts from the thorns of the roses, but it was worth it when he smiled and hugged you in that warm way and cozy that only he knew how to do.

“Thanks, I loved it. I'll keep it forever!" Diavolo smiled. His eyes sparkled with excitement as he played with the flower petals, feeling refreshed. Feeling grateful. All of this passed through his eyes when you stared at him for more than a few seconds, because like you he didn't have many friends he could play with. So, just as he told you, Diavolo always ran away from home to come play with you. But apparently they had figured that out and you, not wanting him to get in trouble, proposed one last visit.

You sat in the backyard of your house, enjoying the fresh air and sun and ate several tasty snacks while talking about everything and nothing at all. One last day. One last visit. The last time you guys would see each other, even though you hadn't talked about it openly because neither of you wanted to think that way. You looked like you were the saddest, sighing and looking away from Diavolo's yellow eyes. But you knew how he felt too, after so much time spent by his side you were able to learn all his mannerisms. The slight smile on his lips was an almost palpable lie.

Diavolo flicked your forehead, hearing you growl, and then he pushed the finished frame towards you. And what Diavolo painted was you in a beautiful red carriage with gold trim, but the whole landscape was gray and sad. Nothing like the other paintings you've seen him paint.

“Lets keep being friends, right?” You asked when tears started to trickle down the sides of your eyes, not quite understanding why you felt so sad all of a sudden. You ran your finger over your face and over the carriage, closing your eyes to try to imagine yourself in that picture and the sensations that went through your chest were real. You felt a comforting pat as a cynical chuckle sounded near your ear. He laughed.

“Of course, you silly. Do you really think I can forget you?” He sneered with the same smile as before, patting your back.

He looked at you with enormous affection, holding your tearful face as he smiled with all the wisdom he seemed to have. “We're going to be best friends forever. It may take weeks, months or years, but I'll get back to you one day, I promise you that!”

And as fast as the hands of the clock, he was gone. You didn't remember much of the details because you suddenly felt very sleepy, but when you woke up you only found the picture he painted and the sweater you were wearing. Those were the last things you had of him and night after night you asked that you could see him again.

Years passed and he was right about the part where you would see each other again. You were in your house, getting ready to go get something to eat when you felt the ground disappear from your feet and your mind clouded over, you felt like you could fly and yet, like you were being pushed forward, back. And when you opened your eyes again, it was the first thing you saw. Much taller, much prettier, much more everything than before. And before anyone could stop you, you were already throwing yourself into Diavolo's arms to hold him tight against you.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me diavolo #child!diavolo #child!mc #Child!Diavolo x Child!MC #obey me fluffy #obey me angst #obey me swd #swd obey me #lorkaidaros #lorkai imagine

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djarinbarnes · 4 years

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estoy caliente - javier peña

･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･

summary: taken in for ‘questioning’ after getting caught dealing information, you’re left with an ultimatum.

pairings: javier peña x female reader (just a little police au - not *fully* dea)

word count: 3.2k

warnings: 18+, smut, age gap (reader is of age), drinking, smoking... mentions of drugs... office sex, javier’s dirty spanish, reader’s dirty spanish, maybe a little feels...

a/n: this is my first time writing for Pedro. don’t mind me! let me know how you liked it...😇 btw, I am not fluent in spanish. I took three years in high school and occasionally speak it today. let me know if there are any errors.

a/n v.2: the message reader delivers is code, just like the cartel used to use. translation: there’s an order on Blue (Friday) on 300k. I’m on my way back and the transaction is completed.

･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･

The music was blaring through the club, sweaty bodies moving against one another and drugs were scattered all over the tables. To say that the dealers were keeping a low profile would be an obvious and blatant lie.

It was easy to tell who was under the influence, when you weren’t under the influence yourself. Which made every other person in the club stand out to you as high off cocaine. You walked around the smokey, the stuffiness of the snug club making your insides churn with disgust.

Deliver the message and get out of there. Your mind was screaming at you as you looked around the club once more, sighing when you couldn’t find the man you were supposed to meet. The disco ball suspended from the ceiling blinded you for a short moment as it turned, casting off the lights of the differently colored projectors.

You bite your lip as you scout for poli, making sure to overlook every entrance and every exit. You know by now that having a quick escape is a favorable thing when dealing information. When your ‘date’ finally appears on the dancefloor, you relax your shoulders with a sigh of content. Finally, you were one step closer to getting out of there.

You make your way towards him slowly, making sure to let your presence be known, not to take him or his men aback. “Señores,” you smile and watch as your date dismisses them with a wave of his fingers.

His hands find your hips, pulling you close to divert attention from the two of you, now lost in the sea of dancing individuals. You wrap your arms around his neck, both your bodies starting to move together, following the rhythm.

You lean, grazing your lips along his jaw, all the way up to his earlobe. El azul tiene un pedido de 49 62 62. Estoy con mi esposa, viajando por Mercedes… His hands tightened on your hips, alarming you slightly. He had definitely picked up something you hadn’t. Before you could register anything, the music cut out, the sound of gunshots filling the air in its absence.

“Manos arriba!” you freeze in your spot as the loud voice booms through the club. You barely make time to notice what’s happening other than shots ringing around your ears, before you’re making your way out the back door, running light on your feet in the god forsaken heels you chose to wear.

“Stop!” you hear from behind you, along with pounding, following footsteps. You continue your sprint, though your lungs are close to giving in. Looking back over your shoulder, you see the shadow of him gaining in on you.

You yelp as you topple over, landing in a patch of grass by the side of the pathway you’d made your way down. He’s on you in an instant – whipping you around, locking the cuffs of metal around your wrists. He mutters out an apology, which you answer with a grunt.

The roundup in front of the club is painstakingly slow. If it weren’t for him, you would be in bed. Without him, though. So, you figured this was the middle ground, and as long as he was the one who took you in, you didn’t mind.

“Ow, fuck! Get your fucking hands off me!” you try twisting out of the firm grip around your upper arm. The short, tight skirt you were wearing combined with the heels you'd settled for, made it hard to stay upright with the power he was pulling you forward with. The handcuffs on your hands behind your back made that task impossible as well.

“Càllate, hermosa.” His breath was hot against your neck, his face not far from the back of yours. With a roll of your eyes, you came to a halt in front of a table, biting the inside of your cheek as you felt the handcuff on one wrist come undone, before the cop turned you to face him.

Out in the dark, you were barely able to make out his face, but you knew him by smell by now. Under the lights of the office you found yourself in, you could now clearly see his face. It was so familiar to you by now, with all the times you’d woken up next to him. And damn, if that face didn’t turn you on, who were you to call yourself a woman?

"Sé cómo podrías hacerme callar, hermoso." You boldly pushed your chest against his as he leaned against you, feeling his hands reach behind you. His proximity let you inhale his scent of tobacco mixed with whiskey, cinnamon and just the right amount of him. You were somewhat surprised about how close he was given your location, your body easily absorbing the heat of his.

You sighed as you heard the clicks of the handcuffs locking around a bar on the table, slouching against his body with a pout. "You're really gonna keep me locked to a table, Javi?" Your eyes followed him as he moved swiftly around the small office he'd taken you to.

He poked his head out of the door to the office shortly, before shutting the door with a kick of his foot. He watches you as he shrugs off his leather jacket, hanging it over the back of a chair, pulling his gun out of the back of his pants before leaning over a desk, pulling out a bottle of whiskey. You push yourself up on the table slightly.

"You're causing me quite a bit of trouble, loba." you watch as he pulls a chair in front of where you're now seated, eyes on your face like you're his prey. "It's the fourth time I’ve had you in here this week." You watch as he brings the bottle to his lips to take a sip, his lips under the moustache wet with the alcohol. "You're gonna need to pay rent soon."

"Only if I get to stay in here with you, Javi, papí." Leaning back on your hands you feel one of the straps of your shirt fall off your shoulder. “Oops.” With a tilt of your head, you suck your bottom lip into your mouth. “Surely you can find someplace else for your partner.” You giggle as his eyes turn to the sky, damn well knowing where he could find you when he came home.

“Estoy caliente, Javi…” you tease, lifting your shoulder just enough to let the other strap fall off on the other side, completely baring your clavicles to him. His tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip before he’s taking another sip of the whiskey, setting the bottle down on the floor beside him.

"Puedo pensar..." you kick off one of your heels, sliding your feet up the back of your calf, "en algunas cosas sucias..." the other heel follows the first one to the floor before leaning back, your free hand coming to the front of your skirt, lifting your hips to pull the hem up slightly, "que podemos hacer juntos..." you spread your legs lightly, showing him your glistening sex, "para pasar el tiempo."

Your heart leaps in your chest as you watch him swallow past a thick lump in his throat, his eyes still trained on your face. You let your eyes trail down your body, occasionally flicking up to meet his gaze. His teeth are chugging at his lower lip when he finally lets his eyes fall south, coming face to face with your pussy.

With a mere 3 feet between the two of you, the sweet smell of your arousal filled that gap quickly. "Sin bragas?” his voice has clearly dropped an octave, making your stomach flutter and your pussy clenches around nothing, faintly recalling the sweet pain he’d inflicted there that very morning. He raises one eyebrow before reaching back and pulling a cigarette out of one of the pockets on his jacket.

You nod slowly, watching as he lights the tobacco before leaning forward, propping his arms on his knees and resting his chin on the palms of his hands. "y ¿qué quieres que haga?" The cigarette hangs in the corner of his mouth as he speaks, occasionally lighting up as he sucks the smoke into his lungs.

“Like I said.” You stretch out one of your feet, placing just under his knee, before softly moving it up the inside of his thigh. You watch him think over possibilities as your eyes move over his face, scanning the widened pupils, the bottom lip tugged in between his teeth in the opposite side of where the cigarette rests. “I can think of a few things.”

His fingers are gentle as he clasps your calf in his hand, caressing your sensitive skin gently. He moves just a bit closer on the chair, lifting your leg onto his, placing your foot on top of his thigh. His nose grazes against the inside of your knee, his breath hot against your skin.

He takes a long, last drag of the cigarette before twisting his upper body, stubbing it out into an ashtray. “You’re gonna get us in trouble, you know that right?” He exhales before turning back to you, the doubts written clearly across his face. His eyes dart to the closed door before he rises from the chair, stepping closer to you. “No one knows about us. I could lose my job…”

“Javi it’s close to four in the morning. You saw how many people were here when you brought me in. We’ll only get caught if…” his body is against yours in an instant, making you halt in the middle of your sentence. His hands are on your ass, gripping the pulp skin harshly, sure to leave marks in their wake.

His hips are pushing against yours, letting you feel the hardness of his cock through the rough denim of his jeans. His lips ghost over yours slightly, nose touching yours before traveling down to leave a butterfly kiss on your shoulder, mustache tickling your skin.

“If what?” It’s barely a whisper, but you hear it, nonetheless. Your heaving chest flutters as his left hand runs along the outside of your thigh before caressing over the top of your skin, pushing your skirt up further. Your head is barely able to piece together a full sentence as his proximity overtakes you.

“I…” It’s shaky, trembling as the word spill from your lips. “We…” you let your head fall back as his lips attach themselves to your neck, sucking a bruise into the skin right over your pulse point, making you gasp. “Javi…” You can barely keep yourself up on your hands as his lips travel down, his hands roughly free your breasts from the shirt you’re wearing.

“No bra either? Dios mio…” You watch helplessly as his lips and teeth tug at your nipples, sucking hickeys into the pulps of your breasts. His hands are rough as they lift you slightly, pulling the skirt up and around your hips.

“Javi, take off my handcuffs…” you moan as he grinds his hips into yours, your arousal leaving a shameless wet patch against the fabric of his jeans. Your free hand travels between the two of you, unbuttoning his shirt with your fingers with a light struggle. You push the shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall onto the floor before unclasping his belt, popping the button on his pants and sliding the zipper down.

“No can do, hermosa…” With a frown you push his jeans down slightly, biting your lip as Javi pulls back just a little bit, letting you see the patch of pubic hair spilling over the opening in his jeans.

“Sin bragas, papí?” you tease with a bite of your lip, letting your hand run over the front of his stomach, before quickly letting them find their way into the front of his pants. Your hand wraps around the thickness of his length, the inhale of a breath getting stuck in his throat.

“Fuck.” There’s an uncertainty to whom of you had spilled the word, your eyes meeting briefly before your lips finally meet in a hard, bruising kiss. His tongue slides against yours as his hands push down his pants just far enough to let himself free.

“Can’t stand it when other men look at you.” He grasps his cock in his hand, swiping it through your folds before he pushes into you. His cock stretches you ever so deliciously, though the angle makes it difficult for him to fully push into you. With a flick of his wrists, your hips are angled to his liking and he’s sheathing himself fully into your heat. “All mine,”

With a wanton moan and a struggle of your left hand, your right arm clasps around his neck, whimpering as his hips ruts against yours. His hands dig finger-shaped bruises into your ass as he keeps a tight hold on your skin, groaning into your shoulder as his teeth sink into the muscle.

The drag of his cock against your walls is making your head spin, his strong hands holding you is turning you on so indescribably, his grunts of pleasure making you feel hotter like you’d ever felt before.

“Mm, ¿te gusta eso?” he whispers, drawing out the force of his thrusts and you whimper, your fingers intertwining in the short hairs at the nape of his neck. He growls into your skin before coming up to face you, resting his forehead against yours.

“Sí, Javi!” you moan out wantonly, your tongue darting out to lick at his lips. He growls into your mouth as he picks up the speed of his thrusts, his hips slamming against yours animalistically, his hands holding your hips in place.

Your body jolts as his cock hits your insides perfectly, his thrusts encouraging moans from your lips. “You close, huh?” Javi groans into your mouth before sucking your lower lip into his mouth, biting and tugging at the tender flesh. You nod slightly, lip still trapped in between his teeth and you mewl when his fingers come into contact with your clit.

“Only I get to make you feel like this,” His hand briefly leaves your clit to come under your leg, fingers curling around the back of your knee as he lifts your limb up to rest on his shoulder. You let out a whine when he slides deeper into you, his cock hitting spots you didn’t even know you had. “Say it.”

Your moans are a whirlwind of yes, please and oh my god before his lips are against yours once more, silencing your whimpers from the undeniable pleasure the new angle is bringing upon you.

With the punishing pace of his unrelenting thrusts, you’re almost certain your soul leaves your body for just a short moment, as your orgasm crashes into you at full force. Your nails are painfully digging into the plump flesh of his shoulder as your cunt violently convulses around his length.

“Fuuuuuuuck..” Javi groans into your mouth as he stills deep inside of you, his cock pulsating ever so deliciously against your warm, contracting walls. His cum pumps through his shaft, coating your insides with the warmth of him, his breaths sharp and labored against your lips.

He pulls back slightly to look up at you, his arm lowering your now limp leg from his shoulder ever so carefully. His hands are soft against your skin as he caresses you, letting you come down from your euphoric high. He pulls out of your warm cunt, letting out a breath from the loss of contact.

You watch with hooded eyes as he pulls his pants back up, tucking himself back into the denim confinements before he pulls your shirt up over your breasts. He turns and grasps a few tissues to dry you off between your legs before helping you down from the table, pulling your skirt down to cover you.

On shaky legs you watch as he leans down and pull his shirt off of the floor, admiring him sliding his arms into the shirt before you watch him button it up, slowly leaning in to place another chaste kiss on your lips when he finishes.

“I don’t want you as an informant anymore.” He says as he turns, grabbing the pack of cigarettes off the table, before placing one between his lips. He turns back to you as he lights it, catching your dumbfounded expression, urging him to continue. He sighs as he looks down, holding out the pack for you.

You hesitantly take a cigarette for yourself, placing it between your lips watching him as he lights it for you. Javi knew you stopped smoking a while ago, yet he offered you one, just like when you started fucking.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You sit back on the table and watch him, inhaling the smoke deeply. You feel your fingers starting to tingle, letting you know the nicotine was doing its job properly.

“Me importas demasiado.” He bends down and grabs the bottle, unscrewing the lid before taking yet another sip of the strong alcohol. His hand comes up and straightens a furrow in his brow, sighing before approaching you again. His brown eyes are soft, warm, pleading.

His admission makes your exhale catch in your throat, making you cough harshly, and you grip the edge of the table to stabilize yourself. You look at him with wide eyes, not truly believing in his revelation. “Javi, you can’t just say something like that.”

The cigarette is back to your lips, your lungs inhaling the toxins greedily, trying to gain back control over the heart hammering in your chest. Javi steps around the table, finally freeing you from the handcuffs locked to the bar, and you grasp your sore wrist in your hand.

His warm hands find yours, taking a hold of your wrist. He brings it to his lips and kisses the angry red marks tenderly, making your heart flutter in your chest. That feeling – you’d felt it before.

Early mornings, the muted orange and pink light casting shadows on his tan skin. His lashes resting peacefully against his cheeks.

His warm eyes boring into yours when he’s on top of you, giving you the pleasure you so desperately longed for.

The safe place you found to be his apartment, the laughs, the longing looks. His lips against yours, whispering everything from the dirtiest words he knows, to the sweetest. The roughness, the softness.

That one time he let it slip, that one te amo that had knocked the air out of your lungs.

“Can’t live with myself if anything happens to you.” Your eyes find his and you feel your heart pick up the speed again. You promised yourself you wouldn’t. It was your one condition, and you’d broken it. How couldn’t you - seeing him like that, his tough façade gone...

Your hands came up to cradle his face, your thumb stroking his cheek as his eyes sought yours for something – anything at all. A few moments passed in silence, the only sound present was your breathing and a phone ringing somewhere in the distance. Javi sighed and let his eyes drop, biting his lip.

“Okay.” It was barely a whisper, but you know he heard it. His eyes shot back up to look at you, mouth slightly open… and then he kissed you. Soft, delicate. Just like the ones he would leave against your collarbones when he thought you were asleep.

#javier peña x reader #javier pena #Javier Peña #narcos #narcos fanfic #javier pena x reader #javier pena x you #Pedro Pascal x reader #Javier Peña x you #pedro pascal

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sunsetcurvecuddles · 3 years

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“Let me bandage you up,” Tía or Ray and Reggie, just to be different. 😁

hi i loved this so much omg. huge thanks to Ángela @angela-feelstoomuch for the spanish help as well, any remaining mistakes are totally my own fault haha. warning for some swearing and mentions of bl00d/minor injury.

ao3 link in reblogs!

Honestly, being an honorary Molina is pretty great most of the time. Reggie loves having a little brother, would have done anything to convince his parents to have another kid when he was younger (and alive), though he knew they never would, since one kid was already such a pain in the ass. So Carlos is amazing.

And obviously Julie is his favourite girl ever, and his favourite still-alive person in the world, and she sings like an angel and thinks his country songs are cool and he would do anything for her and et cetera. It’s nice to see Luke and Alex settle in, get more relaxed - Luke doesn’t shy away from Julie every time Ray enters a room, and Alex doesn’t make excuses to miss dinner so that he doesn’t have to say grace, because he’s realised Ray doesn’t make him say grace.

“Niños!” Ray is calling from the kitchen, oven mitts on his hands, grin on his face, “Help setting the table?”

Even from here, dinner smells amazing. “Coming!” Reggie calls, manages not to say ‘dad’ at the end but it’s close, as he and Carlos bounce up off the couch and run to the kitchen.

Ray is the best. Reggie’s own dad was - look, it’s not that he was awful, it’s not that Reggie hates him, it’s just - he saw these dads, in movies, and on TV, and in other peoples homes, and he wanted one even more than he wanted a puppy, or a little brother, and Ray is that dad. He’s understanding, and encouraging, and funny, and a great cook, and he never raises his voice even when he should be mad about something. Reggie feels so lucky that Julie and Carlos let Reggie share their dad, even unofficially.

“Carlos!” Tía snaps, as he runs past her and ducks under her elbow, narrowly avoiding the tray in her hands, “Cuidado! La bandeja está caliente!”

It’s Tía Victoria who kinda scares Reggie.

It’s not that she’s not nice. Tía is nice. She brings over food and drives Carlos to ball games and pesters Ray about dentists’ appointments he almost forgets to go to. It’s just that she’s a little more like the other adults Reggie knew. She barks her words, sometimes, and she doesn’t get Julie’s music thing quite like Ray does, even if she’s supportive for the most part. And she doesn’t always believe Carlos about things, which Reggie understands more now that he’s been conned by Carlos about several random things (for example, Eggos are not in the house-sized waffle business in 2020 as Carlos told him, and they did not manage to breed dragons into existence with new DNA cloning technology) but still. It makes him nervous.

“Sorry, Tía!” Carlos chirps as he slides on his socks into a crouched position in front of the cupboard where they keep all the plates and bowls. Since Carlos has them handled, Reggie goes for glasses instead, reaching overhead for the cupboard on the opposite side of the room.

“Carlos!” sighs Tía again, more irritated than before, and Reggie feels his shoulders tense even though he wills them not to. “Let me help carry some of those, you’ll drop them, sobrino.”

“Fine,” Carlos huffs, and there’s the clink of plates as he passes half his pile off to her and they head for the dining table.

Reggie counts in his head as he stacks the glasses in the crook of his arm. There’s him and the boys, so four - wait, no, three - plus Julie, so four - then Ray and Carlos and Tía so five six seven -

He’s too caught up counting, is the problem, and doesn’t focus enough on how he has the glasses balanced. It probably would have been fine, except there’s a loud thud! Which Reggie registers a moment too late as being Luke, jumping from the top of the stairs to the bottom, enjoying his alive body. The sound scares Reggie about a foot in the air, and he fumbles the stack of glasses, and almost manages to save it.

The glass from the very top of the pile smashes on the floor, a harsh shatter that makes every head in the room turn in his direction. Reggie feels the panic surge up in him like a forgotten pot on the stove suddenly bubbling over. With trembling hands, he puts the rest of the glasses on the counter and scrambles down to the floor, tries to gather the glass shards together into a pile from where they’ve scattered, desperate to tidy the mess, to give some sense of responsibility, instead of just standing there like a stupid kid. “I’m sorry,” he starts, and his voice shakes more than he’d like, almost more than his hands had, “I’m sorry, I can clean it-”

“Reggie!” interrupts Tía, and her voice seems sharper than the glass.

“Victoria-” Ray begins, but Tía doesn’t let him finish, either. She’s already practically at Reggie’s side, crouching down next to him on the floor.

Her closeness makes Reggie’s hairs stand on end, and he’s not sure what he expects, but it’s not for her to gently lay her fingertips on his wrist and say, in a much softer tone, “Mijo, you’re bleeding.”

“Oh.” Reggie blinks. Looks at his arm, next to where her perfectly manicured nails have landed. She’s right, he sees. There’s a few little gashes, nothing huge, trickling blood in tiny streams down his forearm. In a few more moments, the blood would have reached his hand, and he would have noticed, probably. Except when he turns his palms up to look at them, he realises they’re cut up, too. Probably from grabbing glass shards with no protection.

His lip wobbles before he can stop it. He can still feel everyone looking at him. Knows what they must be thinking.

Stupid fucking kid.

“What are you staring at?” Tía says, back to business as usual. He flinches at her voice, before he realises she’s not talking to him. She’s talking to the others. “Come on! Ray, grab the dustpan and some shoes, clean up this glass before anyone else gets hurt. Carlos, finish setting the table, and Luke, go fetch the others para la comida.” In his peripheral vision, Reggie sees everyone bounce back into action, like her words broke a spell on them, and it’s a relief to know they’re not all looking at him any more. Tía continues, as she tucks an arm around Reggie’s shoulders, “Reggie and I will be back.”

“We will?” Reggie asks automatically, as she helps him balance on his wobbly, baby-giraffe legs.

“En un minuto,” she tells him confidently. “But first, let me bandage you up.”

He’s not exactly going to argue with her. Honestly, any excuse to get out of the public space is appreciated when his eyes still feel so close to swimming with tears. Firm yet warm, she leads him to the bathroom and has him sit on the closed toilet lid while she pulls Ray’s first aid kid from the cabinet, pulling from it some disinfectant, bandages and a pair of tweezers.

“Just in case any glass is left,” she explains briskly, settling on the edge of the bathtub and turning his arm over, palm up, so she can see the scratches. She tuts softly. “Your poor hands!”

Reggie ducks his head, whispers, “I really am sorry.”

“¿Por qué?” she asks. “It was an accident, right?”

“Huh?”

She sits back again and looks him in the eyes for a moment. If it was Ray, or one of the boys, Reggie would shy away from the look, but she has the same skill Julie has, to pin you in place with her gaze, so Reggie assumes it’s from Rose’s side of the family. “I know you didn’t throw that glass on the ground on purpose. It was just an accident. These things happen.”

“You’re not angry?” The question slips out before Reggie can think about how silly it sounds, but instead of rolling her eyes, or her jaw clenching in annoyance, Tía’s expression softens somehow.

“No, mijo. Not at all. Estaba un poco preocupada, maybe, but that’s only because I care about you.”

Reggie doesn’t know what to say to that. Bites his lip as she gently applies disinfectant along the wounds, once she’s declared them sufficiently glass-free, and wills himself not to cry as she wraps the bandages around his arm and a little around the palm of his hand. At least if he cries she’ll just think it’s because of the sting, and not because he braced himself so hard to be yelled at and called names and then it never came.

Not because he keeps remembering that he feels like glass himself. Always a moment away from falling onto the ground and shattering, so teeter-y that the kindness of adults he barely knows can almost knock him over the edge.

“Terminado!” she declares, tying off the last of the bandage, and gives him a big smile. It looks genuine enough. Not like she’s bottling anything up to let out at him later. Not like she’s fronting, or lying, not that Reggie’s ever been particularly good at telling the difference with anyone. She must see the puzzlement in his face, because she adds, “Just an accident.”

It really seems that simple. Like everything’s just fixed and okay. Like she doesn’t think Reggie is stupid. The feeling is sort of overwhelming; Reggie’s stomach feels all warm, and - empty, actually. It grumbles loudly in that moment, and Tía laughs, and Reggie laughs with her.

“Vamos a como?” he tries, because he’s been listening, and trying to pick things up.

“Vamos a comer,” she corrects him, but he can’t mistake her tone this time for anything other than delighted, her expression for anything other than fond and relieved as she helps him up. They go back down the stairs, her loosely holding his hand the whole way, not enough to hurt his wounds, but enough to remind him she’s there.

She presents him to the table with a goofy little ta-da! gesture, much to the joy of those already at the table. “Our Reggie, back in one piece!” she says. Laughter and relief radiates from all the others, and Tía grins, pleased, puts her hands on her waist. In that moment, despite all his preconceptions, she reminds him more of Julie than anyone else.

Maybe she isn’t so scary after all.

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #reggie peters #reggie molina #tia victoria #ask #queenofthequillandink

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professormembranexreader · 3 years

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Jealous! Membrane x Male! Reader (Smut)

Includes: BDSM, Public sex, Anal, Dirty talk, Degradation

(Y/N)'s POV

"Dad, hurry up. We're going to miss the Bigfoot hunt!" Dib shouted.

"I've told you before, son. It's just a hiking trip." Membrane sighed. I couldn't help but laugh to myself.

Membrane and I decided to go camping with Dib over the weekend. Gaz was hanging out with her friend Tak, whose dad owned the DEE-licious Weenie company. They seemed to understand each other... somehow. Miguel and I were just glad she had a friend her age.

Where was I? Oh, right. Miguel and I had taken Dib with us on a camping trip. We thought it would be good to get him out of the house and off his "alien monitors". Why he insisted on spying on the neighbor kid was unsure, but it needed to be stopped.

Unfortunately, this is the best we could do.

We were currently getting ready for the hiking trip. And by we, I mean Miguel. He never liked getting help unless it was for science or absolutely necessary.

And that meant he got his hair spike stuck on his turtleneck for quite some time before he accepted help from me.

He eventually gave up. The pestering from his son was too much. Giggling, I pulled the hair out of the collar. He pulled the turtleneck down and over his pants. With him finally ready, we rushed to the hiking trail.

We were, luckily, not the last family there. Thanks to my expertise in getting Miguel's hair out of his collar and his robotic arms, we managed to get there a few minutes before the last group.

"Welcome, everyone!" The guide said. "How are you all today?"

The group responded with various loud answers.

"Good to hear! Now today, we're gonna go on a simple hike. Feel free to take pictures as I tell you about the story of the land!"

"Now, I need a helper..." The guide said, scanning the crowd.

"How about this handsome man help me guide the way?" The hiking guide said, pointing at me.

I blushed, and quietly stuttered out, "I don't really know the area that well..."

"What was that? You need to speak up, sweetheart." The guide said chuckling.

Membrane put his arm around my shoulder and lifted his glove to reveal a ring around one of his robotic fingers. The light caught his goggles, turning them white under the sun's glare.

"My husband said he didn't know the area." He said, gravely.

The guide's face went pale, mortified at the realization. While I appreciated no longer being called pet names by a random stranger, I still felt bad for them.

"Miguel..." I whispered.

He turned his head towards the faint noise. "¿Sí, mi amor?"

"Did you have to scare them like that?" I asked. "They were being inappropriate, but that was a bit much..."

While the lower half of his face was covered, I could tell he was frowning from the furrowing of his brows.

"They were flirting with you." He said. "If anything, I should've done more. I'm not going to sit by and watch as someone else steals your heart."

"And I'll do anything to make sure you stay with me~" He whispered in my ear. I blushed and elbowed him in the chest.

"You!" I started. But I was cut off by a kiss on the cheek. That lucky bastard...

The rest of the hike, we stayed in the back. With the exception of Dib, who was at the very front. The guide tried to play it off, but we could tell they were nervous, now knowing they had flirted with a married man. When we got back to the campsite, it was getting close to dinner time.

God knows that Miguel can't cook, so I took over the grill. It was already preheated, so I started the fire and put some (meat/tofu) patties on the grill.

I asked Miguel to do something he couldn't possibly mess up: getting the buns and toppings. He successfully set them down on a table Placed next to the grill.

Soon the patties were cooked , leaving me to make the actual burgers. I made one for each of us, making each one how we liked them.

I don't mean to brag, but I'm a pretty good cook. Not terrible at least. And I've been told I grill a pretty mean burger. So I wasn't too surprised when Dib had finished his as soon as I gave it to him. I simply laughed it off as we finished our meals.

Miguel took off his goggles and pulled down his turtleneck so that it no longer covered his face. I had no clue why he constantly covered his face—he was devilishly handsome. He had a five o'clock shadow, indicating he hadn't shaved in a while. He had high cheekbones, which were still noticeable although covered in a bit of baby fat that rounded out his face. Not to mention the killer eyebrows. Needless to say, he was pretty handsome.

I caught myself staring at him and blushed. I set my head on his shoulder; the action was reciprocated. We watched the stars as Dib ran out his extra energy.

Soon it was Dib's bedtime. And he came back to us, all tuckered out. We ushered him into his tent. Miguel tucked him in and kissed his forehead like every night before rejoining me outside.

"Were you jealous?" I said, seemingly out of nowhere. But I'd been thinking back to earlier in the day.

"What... what are you talking about?" He said laughing nervously.

"Were you jealous back at the hike?" I said, clarifying.

"Oh...um..." His face turned bright red.

"It's not a bad thing, Miguel..." I said putting a hand over his.

"Haré lo que sea necesario para ti." He mumbled.

"Anything?" I said with a mischievous smirk. Miguel began to visibly regret what he said.

"What would you have in mind?" He asked.

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His fingers stretched my hole. It didn't take as much as it did the first time since he stretched me so wide. But preparation is key. He prepared some lube and spread it around my insides.

He slowly pushed himself inside me, earning a sharp gasp. He let me adjust for a few seconds, but soon enough, his cock thrusted inside of me mercilessly. In and out of my ass, leaving me no time to recover.

"¿Te gustaría ese? Tú perra." He growled into my ear.

I bit my lip—we were still in a public place. Dib was in the tent next to us. Not even mentioning the other campers.

I had to stay quiet, but it was so hard when I was being brutally fucked in the ass by my husband. It was more than hard. It was near impossible. I'd always been the more vocal of the two of us. Having to restrain myself like this in such a manner was a painstaking task.

"Oh, god. Miguel~" I muttered under my breath.

"Shhhh~ A Papi le cuidaría de ti~" he groaned into my ear. All I could hear was the sound of his ballsack hitting my cheeks.

God, you're making this so homoerotic. It's almost sexy.

I clamped a hand down over my mouth as he pushed inside my walls. It was so fucking hard to stay quiet. Then he did something that made it even harder to stay quiet.

He took one of his gloved robotic hands and began to jerk me off. I gasped at the doubling sense of pleasure.

"Tch, ¿qué te digo?" He said, momentarily stopping to smack my ass with his other hand. I let out a soft moan.

"Si tú sobrepasas las reglas, te castigaré."

He spread my legs further apart. His subsequent thrusts felt like heaven. I was starting to get lost in the pleasure when he found it. He found it. Oh god he found it. I moaned loudly into my hand.

"Jaja, te gusta ese, ¿no?" He whispered into my ear.

"Sí, Papí~" I moaned out. While I didn't usually speak it myself, I knew enough Spanish to understand what he said in the language. And I also knew enough to turn him on. He grunted and thrusted harder.

It felt like he was rearranging my insides in the most pleasant way. I bit my thumb as he attacked my prostate. He wouldn't stop until both of us were ready. I tried to hold myself back until he gave me the indication. I groaned openly into the bottom of the tent, earning another slap on the ass. I tapped the ground twice, our signal of being close.

He stopped jerking me off and instead used both hands to slam himself deeper inside me. My eyes rolled up as I tried to help him thrust into me even farther. I buried my face in my arms, trying to muffle my moans.

Before long, Miguel was clinging to my back, thrusts rough and sloppy.

"Estoy cerca de-"

"Me too!" I whisper-yelled. My grip on the ground tightened as the knot unraveled. Cum spilled from my cock as I felt a familiar heat inside my ass. I moved to my side and laid on the floor of the tent. Meanwhile, Miguel quickly got out the towels and started cleaning up.

Once he was done, he helped me into the sleeping bag we would be sharing. He laid on my chest and mumbled Spanish into my skin as I ran my fingers through his hair.

Nothing mattered in that moment. Not the morning, not what happened before... Only here and now mattered. And we were together.

#writing #membrane #professor membrane #professor membrane x reader

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ironriverrp-archive · 3 years

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PLOT DROP

DATE: February 6th, 2022

The warnings started Friday night when Frank, the weather man, started to warn about a cold front. There was a possibility for sleet and a few inches of snow. Right away, folks started to file out to fill up their tanks, get the staples they needed in case they were snowed in for a few days, and make other cold weather arrangements. By 9pm on the night of the 5th, shelves of the staples were empty - no eggs, milk, or bread to be found. Propane went just as quickly, most natives always preparing for doomsdays.

The temperature stayed barely above freezing the entire night, instead it started to spit out sleet and the roads became a sludge that remained a half-solid half-pulp into the morning. The wind brought the temperature down below freezing, blowing at 15 miles per hour - enough to cut through most winter jackets. At 9am the morning of the 6th, the temperature plummeted, and the sky began to flurry. It didn’t hold on the ground for the first hours, but soon the ground cooled down. By noon, there was several inches of snow. The wind remained steady at 15 miles per hour, and as night fell, the wind picked up. The skies dropped another few inches of snow.

By the morning came on the 7th, there was a solid four inches of snow. The roads remained icy. School was cancelled, businesses remained closed, and everyone tried to enjoy the weather. The snow did not last for long, and roads were cleared by nightfall on the 7th.

OOC INFORMATION.

This plot drop is optional - however it would be something that would be a crazy event that affect the city and created an inconvenience so feel free to mention and use it in para at your leisure. Feel free to use it put your muse into funny situations and create new plots. Self paras are also welcome, and even social media posts too.

#plotdrop

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silverostro · 3 years

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the interrogation // self-para

cw: mentions of torture, police brutality, violence, blood, electric shock/electrocution, forced amputation

i bet on losing dogs i know they're losing and i'll pay for my place by the ring where i'll be looking in their eyes when they're down i'll be there on their side i'm losing by their side

{ click here for trigger-free tldr. }

{ cigarettes, wedding bands. }

Few memories remain of childhood, but the words are clear enough in your mind, nothing else in the cold, darkness you’re thrown into.

It’s best to keep your head down, and focus on the things you can control, focus on the silver, instead of trying to change the things you can’t.

Your choice to stop doing so led you here, and yet your can’t bring yourself to regret it, knowing you’ve done much worse in trying to focus on the few things your believed were in your control. You’ve never had control; not then, not now.

All you can do is find irony in those words.

Focus on the silver.

{ savior complex. }

You keep hearing him. At first you think they’ve taken him, too, but you realize quickly it’s your mind playing tricks on you.

His voice, saying your name. When you first went back to the suite, when time felt infinite, and only the two of you existed, even if only for a few hours. Directly before it came crashing down, cuddled up together, wrapped in warmth, safe, talking, just talking about anything and everything.

Then when they came for you. The fear clear in their voice, the frozen panic. Odd, that you felt so calm, even as the peacekeepers pulled you away, held Robyn back, even as you said a few words of comfort, so calm as you told them everything would be alright, knowing it was a lie, looking over your shoulder to take in the sight of them, in case it was the last moment you were allowed that gift.

Then blackness. But not panic.

The paranoia that has been plaguing your mind for weeks is the thing that keeps you utterly calm. The still lingering feeling of their lips against yours, skin against skin keeps the rough hands pulling you around from bruising anything more than skin.

There’s work to be done.

{ black hole sun. }

It begins.

Silver to focus on. Silver and Copper.

(You’ll realize the irony later.)

Exposed wire, wrapped roughly around your wrists. The static closes in on your mind, protective, before they even start the shocks. You’re prepared, because you’ve been here before.

The questions start before the electricity, but your mind is already filling in the blanks, distortion louder than the voices in the dim room.

There’s mention of a message from so-called rebels, of a coded broadcast at the end of the reception, and your mind can hardly catch up with it, hazy as it’s suddenly become. But you realize soon enough. They think it was you. And that makes you laugh. You’ve done so much, been so careless, but not this. You spent the night enjoying yourself, not hacking. You ended the night in Three’s suite, with Robyn, fingers busy learning their body, not typing code into hacked consoles.

The irony isn’t lost on you that the thing to confirm your paranoia was founded has nothing to do with you at all. It’s both frustrating and hilarious in your jumbled mind that they’ve got it all so wrong.

You tell them you’re more intelligent than to do something so foolish. You tell them that you weren’t even at the reception at the end of the night, that there are people who could confirm that, Avoxes who could confirm. But it doesn’t matter, because they’ve already made up their minds.

(No, someone else made up their minds for them.)

The first crackle of electricity, the first shock feels like meeting an old acquaintance again after a long time apart, your body remembering the feeling as if your Games were yesterday, not twenty-three years ago.

You bite the inside of your cheek so hard you taste blood, and say nothing.

{ idontwanttobeyou. }

How long it goes on before they realize you’re more stubborn than they believed, you don’t know. The electricity makes time feel like liquid, the same as your insides.

They think that the taunting will make you weak, but it does the opposite. Knowledge has always been power for you, after all.

No use in lying. It had your signature all over it. You’re lucky. At least half of Three is smart enough not to get so cocky.

Digit.

Your mind makes a leap, and in the haze of pain it’s only logical. Digit did this, Digit made sure you would take the blame. You should be livid. And perhaps you are a little angry, but not for what she’s done to you, for the lack of warning, for the lack of forethought. Perhaps you should be ready to tell them it was probably her. But you don’t. You think of her Games, of how little you tried, how little you helped her afterward, of the pain she’s suffered because of it. Because of you. It feels a like penance, the first concrete form of it since telling her you would try.

They’ve given you control.

Now you have a job, one you had offered to do back on the train, one you hadn’t realized you would be called on for now. It’s a simple job. Keep her, and anyone else they might threaten through you, safe. Lie through your teeth, no matter the consequences for yourself.

It’s only fair.

You’re glad, through the distortion, to have something to focus on, rather than this being what you expected, being taken for your own carelessness. This is easier.

Better to focus on anything but the silver.

{ when your mind’s made up. }

They hound you with questions, looking for details, looking for names, but you have none to give, and so the answer is more electricity.

It’s an intimately familiar feeling, one that’s lived constantly in your mind, in your dreams for twenty-three years. They’re using your own calculations against you. The pain calling up memories as it burns so many to the ground. It’s no longer a phantom feeling. Two hundred volts of DC current at approximately three amps, just as you had calculated perfectly, running through your body. Except they left out a critical point.

The coppery taste on your tongue, though, the uncontrollable spasms tell you that your body doesn’t think they’ve left out something critical. They’re making their point just fine.

And yet.

If you’re going to suffer anyway, if you’re going to die, you might as well taunt them into doing it more efficiently, because you’re not going to give them what they want. They’re wasting their time, and yours. The least you can do is make sure they finish their job before your resolve weakens.

“Keep going. More volts, higher amps. Water. You’re not doing what you think you are,” you laugh, but your voice doesn’t really sound like your own anymore.

Instead of what you ask for, you get nothing. The electricity stops, but the shaking doesn’t. Your insides feel jumbled, your mind a wreck, unable to think any coherent thought except lie, over and over again.

{ kansas remembers me now. }

You don’t know how long you’re alone. Seconds, hours, days. It’s silent except for your ragged breathing, the noises of pain you can’t control, and you find your mind cycling through flashes of memories, static at the edges of them all, as you drift in and out of consciousness.

Music drifting in through an open window, soft touches, hands steady for the first time in years, gentle and then not-so gentle kisses. The feeling of a small wooden figure clutched between your fingers, the smell of earth lingering on it, a smile, a friend. The sound of machinery whirling, your mother’s laugh, melodic, your father’s hand on your back, proud. Whispered conversations in corner booths, two other heads huddled together with yours, lost. Thalia, the smell of her blood, then the smell of electrical burns. Is that real, or imagined?

A cup of liquor, with a little tea. Standing in your kitchen, promising to try. Promising to keep her from harm, in so many words.

Time to make good on that promise, whether she wants you to or not.

{ all eyes on me. }

A new tactic. Knocked to the ground, the now familiar taste of blood on your tongue, then forced into a seat, restrained. In the haze of pain, exhaustion, you think of Robyn, wishing you’d memorized their taste a little better.

You wait for the threats to others, prepared because of Swann. They don’t come, though. There’s no mention of Robyn, no mention of Blythe, no mention of Perri, nothing of the argument with Griffin, nothing of your conversations with Hudson, or Fava, or any others. All of the things you’ve done, and all they focus on is something you haven’t.

Someone grabs your left hand, and forces it down against cold metal, almost soothing against hot skin.

“Who told you to send the message?”

Your reply is involuntary, manic laughter, garbled by blood. Laughter that’s cut short, laughter that turns into a strangled cry when you feel the cold, sharp blade press against your knuckle.

You don’t remember what questions come after that, the pain too intense, the panic too overwhelming. Only the smell of blood, the shine of a silver blade in the light, the sound of your own cries.

No, not just your own. Distorted, distant, you hear another. Two others. Familiar. Your parents? You don’t know if it’s a real memory, but it feels like understanding.

History repeats itself.

{ the wanting comes in waves/repaid. }

It comes in threes.

It’s a statement, your mind supplies, as if to tell you this isn’t just your punishment, there are going to be consequences in Three, too, for what you haven’t even done. Knuckle by knuckle, finger by finger, they’re taking your tools, and even in the haze of pain, you know if you survive this, they’re not going to give them back, no gift of beautifully-made tech from your own District on the other side waiting for you.

If you’re not going to use your skill for the Capitol, you won’t be allowed to use it at all.

The thing that keeps you conscious is the knowledge that they can’t take it fully. You hear your parents’ voices again, your father taking a wrench from your left hand, putting it into your right, your mother telling you it’s important to know how to use all of your tools, just in case. That keeps the pain from becoming unbearable, that keeps your lips tightly shut except for the involuntary sounds of pain.

And then they take your right hand, and you feel sick to your stomach, thinking they must have seen how you’ve tried to train yourself over the years to use both hands. Your right hand is weak, unsteady from the electric shocks of your Games, you can’t write with it, can’t draft plans, but it can still be put to work. You have enough strength there to hold a wrench, to solder wires, tighten nuts and bolts. The thought of losing both hands’ abilities to create makes you panic for the first time since you were taken from your suite.

It’s selfish, it’s cowardice. Twisted, that you’d rather die than be left useless. They know that, because of course, they do. You helped make certain their surveillance is top of the line. Of course, they’ve used it to learn your weaknesses, too.

It’s a horrifying thing, to realize for the second time in your life that you’re wrong about your death. To have your life in the hands of the Capitol, and know they’re going to make sure you survive. Again.

(Just another example, just another show of what happens to those who don’t shut up and do exactly as they’re told. There’s a vague thought that you’re surprised they don’t just take your tongue, too.)

This time, they take half at once, to make their point clear. Half of your index finger gone, then the feeling of that sharp metal on your thumb, before you break.

“Please, please, don’t...not my other...please,” you beg through sobs of pain, and you hate the sound of it, hate how panicked your voice is, how it shakes.

If they say anything, you don’t hear them, launching into lies without thinking, anything to keep them from taking more from you.

“It was me, just me but...it isn’t so simple...it was a test, nothing more...no one...no one told me to do it, and I know nothing else...The train, it sparked an idea...I was trying to...trying to draw them out of the woodwork. The rebels, whoever they are...in search of information.”

A shuddering breath, another sob you can’t control, as you try to focus through the pain and distortion, as you try to ignore the coppery, overwhelming smell of your own blood.

“We’re all desperate,” you say, voice barely audible. You didn’t do it, but this part is true. “Our loved ones...are about to die. We just needed...motivation. I just wanted hope.”

It’s only then that the cool, sharp silver leaves your thumb. A low laugh comes in response.

“That wasn’t hope. Clear enough for you now?”

You nod slowly, because there’s nothing else to do, and they finally let go of your arm, release the restraints, let you collapse.

{ i bet on losing dogs. }

They don’t realize how wrong they were.

Here’s your hope: you’re still alive. They weren’t intelligent enough to realize how much of a mistake that choice was. It isn’t hope, perhaps that’s true.

But it certainly is motivation.

#( cyber stockholm syndrome. )#( plot. )#( chapter 5. )#torture ///#police brutality ///#violence ///#blood ///#electric shock ///#electrocution ///#forced amputation ///#and yes that is an interrogation playlist :)

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mylittlerambledmusings · 4 years

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The Road-Trip Part Four

Part Three | Masterlist | Part Five

Rating: T+

Pairing: Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales x Reader

Words: 2878 Notes: Thank you all for the love and reblogs. It took a few days but I finally got this done. I won’t lie when I saw the people who’d started following me, I may have fan-girled a bit. Just know I appreciate all the love, it truly couldn’t have come at a better time. I’m not going to say this is the end, but I also don’t want to make any promises.

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of violence, blood, and there’s still fluff in there, I promise!

Translations (if any of these are wrong, please feel free to correct me!) : You're still too beautiful to be with him Back off, asshole, she's taken I’ll call you tomorrow, asshole Hermosa-Beautiful Mi Sol- My sun Mi alma- My soul

Summary: Day One- The Visit.

The morning passed without any more incidents, thank goodness, and Frankie was able to take a shower, get the rest of your stuff out of the SUV, and let the dogs out again before the guys got there. You were also able to make them some sandwiches and pack a cooler with beer, soda, and water for them to take down to the lake to fish. Once they’d shown up, Frankie formally introduced you and the dogs to Will and Benny because you all had yet to meet the brothers. You were just shaking Benny’s hand when Pope pushed past them and scooped you up into a hug, which you returned, wrapping your arms around his neck. He stage-whispered in your ear “Sigues siendo demasiado hermosa para estar con él,” causing you to laugh and you pulled back, patting his stubbled cheek.

“And you’re still as handsome as ever,” you responded with a wink, just as Frankie grumbled back at Pope “Retrocede, pendejo, ella está tomada,” and pulled you out of Pope’s arms back against his chest.

The men had joked and caught up a little, effortlessly bringing you into the conversation, and telling you some pretty embarrassing stories about your boyfriend before they decided to head out. Hell, they’d even asked you to come along. Pope had started back up with his picking on Frankie saying he was sure you’d catch more fish than Frankie, which had started up another round of insults. You turned them down though, telling them you’d much rather be lounging on the porch with the new book you’d gotten before you’d left home. You knew it would have been fun, even if it was just to watch them argue, but you’d already made up your mind.

Frankie lingered, cupping the back of your head as he stepped towards you, then pressed a kiss to your forehead. “You’re sure you don’t want to come?” he asked, pulling back to meet your eyes.

You reached out, slipping your fingers through his belt loops, and pulled him back to you, biting your lip as you watched him smirk. “I may have said the porch,” you started and then lowered your voice. “But what I really meant was that clawfoot bathtub.”

Frankie groaned and grabbed your face in his hands then pressed his lips to yours. Just as quickly as it started he pulled away and stepped back. “Fuck, Hermosa, you can’t just say shit like that.” He gave you an exasperated look all while shaking his head. Dropping his hands he turned, making it to the door before he looked over his shoulder at you and shook his head again when he saw your smile.

“I love you, baby,” you said sweetly, which turned into a laugh when he scoffed and walked out the door. But before it shut, he poked his head back inside, a brilliant smile on his face, dimples on full display. “And I love you too, mi sol,” he said with a wink, then shut the door behind him.

~*~

You didn’t lie to Frankie when you said you were going to lounge in the huge clawfoot tub and you did, for about an hour and half. You’d had to get the water hot again a few times but it was the most relaxed you’d been in weeks. Once you finally got out of the tub, you’d gotten dressed in the comfiest pajamas you’d brought with you and then moved out to the porch to lay on the huge lounge chair. You, Flex, and Marvin all cuddled together while you read. It was so peaceful that at some point you’d actually fallen asleep.

You must have been more tired than you’d thought because when you woke up it was dark outside. You checked your phone and saw it was only eight o’three at night and you’d gotten a few texts from Frankie. He’d let you know that the fishing had gone spectacularly horrible and none of them had caught a thing after two hours. He also let you know they’d gone on a hike and now they were going out to dinner before possibly going to a bar after that. The third text was a video of him and Pope saying they hoped that you were sleeping finally, and then Frankie said that he loved you, and that he’d see you later tonight. You sent off a few texts back to let him know he was right, that you hoped he was having fun, and that you loved him too.

You two texted back and forth a few times before you told him to put his phone away and enjoy his friends. After his playful response you waited a few minutes to make sure he wasn’t going to keep texting and then put your phone into your pocket.

Marvin was the first to notice you were awake and after a quick lick to the face he hopped down off the chair. Flex was a little slower but perked up when you asked if they wanted to go outside. A short walk later that Flex had thankfully been good for, the three of you headed back inside for dinner. You fed the boys and then made yourself a sandwich, then headed into the living room to curl up on the couch to watch tv. You were so happy that the host of the Airbnb you were in had stocked the fridge before you got there, it made your planned day of laziness possible.

Once you got your belly full, you must have drifted off again because the next thing you knew there was a knock at the door. Both dogs started barking, waking you up completely. After shushing them, you padded across the room to look out the peephole. You flipped on the outside light and opened the door with a frown. “What the hell?” you asked, the words tumbling out of your mouth before you could truly comprehend what was in front of you. You had to grab the dogs by their collars to pull them back inside as you took in the men in front of you.

Standing there pinching his nose with a few napkins with his head tilted back was a guilty looking Frankie, who had blood down the front of his shirt and one of his cheeks coming from a cut, and Pope who had a split lip and a cut in his eyebrow. They both looked rough and a little worse for wear.

“It looks a lot worse than it is, Hermosa,” Pope started before you could even get them inside. He reached back and gripped Frankie’s arm, leading him in and stopped so he could shut the door behind them.

“It looks like you both got punched in the face,” you retorted, sending Pope a look as you reached up to cup Frankie’s face. “Jesus, baby…” you breathed, your hand hovering over his cheek, your brow pinched in concern. “You hit harder,” Frankie said, dropping his eyes to yours to give you a wink, his voice was a little nasally due to him keeping pressure on his nose but you could hear the smile in it. He could be such a shit sometimes. You huffed and rolled your eyes at him but couldn’t help but smile. “I’m never going to live that down, am I? Let me see.”

Frankie shook his head a little before letting go slowly with a wince and you watched as he slowly lowered his head. There was a damn good chance he’d have two black eyes because of the hit if the slight bruising was any indication, but at least it looked like his nose had stopped bleeding. “What the hell happened to you two?” You asked again, finally unable to hold back any longer, eyes bouncing between your boyfriend and his best friend.

“There were these guys,” Pope started, eyeing Frankie like it was the first time he’d seen him in the light. “And they were being really handsy with the waitress at the bar…” “And Benny politely asked them to stop, because all of us could tell she didn’t like the attention and they didn’t take kindly to being told no,” Frankie finished.

“When two of them went after Benny after he’d had enough, Will jumped in, and Frankie and I tried to break it up but then more jumped in and the next thing we knew it was an all out brawl and then we were being pulled apart by the bouncers. We hadn’t even gotten our beers, before they kicked us out.”

“The bouncers made sure nothing happened outside and that we all went our separate ways,” Frankie assured you, going to pull you in before he remembered just how bloody he still was and stopped. Instead, he tucked you into his side. “I dropped Benny and Will off at the hotel to cool down and then brought this asshole home,” Pope said, tilting his head towards Frankie, who reached out to backhand his shoulder, causing Pope to grunt.

You shook your head at their antics and looked to Pope, taking stock in his injuries. “Did you need any first aid stuff?”

“Nah, hermosa, I’m good.” He reached out and pulled you out of Frankie's arms and into a quick hug before he pulled away and headed towards the door. “Just take care of him.” He smiled at you over his shoulder and then met Frankie’s eyes. “Te llamo maana, gilipollas.”

Frankie grumbled giving Pope the finger before the door shut behind the other man. Once you two were alone he met your eyes and his softened at the worry in yours. “I’m alright, mi sol,” he whispered, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

You leaned into the contact and lifted a hand to grip his wrist to keep his rough hand on your cheek. “You don’t look alright, Frankie,” you argued, but there was no heat in your voice. He didn’t have an answer to that so you just shook your head. “Here, let's get this off and then we’ll get you cleaned up.”

You helped him out of his shirt and then the two of you went into the bathroom after your detour to the kitchen for paper towels. The last thing you needed was to get blood all over the towels here. That would just set off a whole round of questions you didn’t want to have to answer and you definitely wanted to avoid that all together.

Frankie closed the lid on the toilet and sat, just watching while you got everything you needed in order on the sink. He smirked as he watched the dogs realize just how cramped it was with all four of you there before leaving to go lay on the bed to watch.

“You’re staring,” you chided, looking at him out of the corner of your eye.

“I can’t help it…” He reached out, gripping your arm and pulled you to stand between his legs. “It’s not my fault you’re still as beautiful as the day I met you.”

“And you’re still quite the charmer,” you responded looking down at him while he curled his hands around your thighs.

The day you’d met Frankie had been a weird one. You had just broken up with your current boyfriend and had decided to go out with one of your single friends. You hadn’t exactly been upset about it because the guy had been a real asshole once you’d really gotten to know him, but still. Break ups sucked. And honestly, you had gotten tired of wallowing at home as you debated on eating ice cream and watching sappy movies. So, instead you’d gone out to a local bar around the corner from your place with Jen and gotten more than just a little tipsy. You had been right in the middle of a story when you threw your arm out at the same time as Frankie was walking by… And you hit him square in the nose with the hand holding your glass of beer.

You had apologized profusely, especially when it took forever to get his nose to stop bleeding. He’d laughed it off, saying it was no big deal but in your tipsy state you invited him over so you could get the blood out of his shirt and he could clean up in a bathroom that was a hell of a lot cleaner than the one here.

When he actually took you up on it, you said goodnight to Jen who just waggled her eyebrows at you and walked with Frankie less than a block to your house. You hadn’t been able to get all the blood out of his shirt, but you had been able to clean him up, getting to know each other as you did. He’d stayed for hours after that, hanging out on your couch with Flex’s head in his lap as he rubbed the big guys head absently while you talked.

He’d been honest with you about his drug use and how he’d been clean for the last two months. And who were you to judge? You’d done your own stupid shit in the past and at least he was being open and honest with you from the start. (Even better, you’d known he’d been clean since you’d been together because he was having random drug tests at work and every one had come back clean so far.)

When the sun came up he’d said he had to leave because Marvin was probably freaking out, but you two had exchanged numbers with the promise you’d do this -hopefully without the violence- again soon. He left with only a hug and even after the great time you’d had, you didn’t want to get your hopes up that you’d ever hear from him again. It had to be too good to be true, right?

Only you did, five minutes later, when he called you and asked you out to dinner that night. He’d said, “I want to do this right, Hermosa, go out with me tonight?”

You’d said yes, of course, and truly the rest was history. You’d spent almost all of your time together and life with Frankie was never boring. Between the random trips, surprised outings, and then just the nights in making out on your couch or his while you both ignored the movie you’d put on, you’d fallen more and more in love with him.

Frankie brought you back to the present by rubbing his hands up and down the backs of your thighs. “You know I’m really okay, right, mi sol?” he asked softly.

You smiled down at him, and nodded as you gently wiped away the blood. “I know,” you responded, lifting your eyes to his dark ones and shrugged one shoulder. “I still don’t like seeing you hurt.”

“I know, mi alma,” he said sincerely, pulling you in closer and resting his forehead on your belly.

You dropped the paper towels on the counter and slid your fingers into his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp. You weren’t really sure what to say to that, especially when he’d pulled out that pet name for you. He didn’t say it often but when he did, you melted like butter. “Let’s get you some ice for your face,” you suggested. He groaned against your belly but nodded.

When he straightened and stood you had to take a step back, but his arms around you didn’t let you get too far away from him. He leaned down, pressing his lips to yours twice before he pulled back. “Thank you,” he whispered and kissed you again gently.

Your arms slid up his bare chest to cup the back of his neck. “We’ve got to stop meeting like this, baby.” You chuckled when he pinched your side.

“I’ll have you know, both times it was not my fault.”

You pulled back so he could see you roll your eyes and then stepped out of his arms. “Come on, Morales.”

~*~

Frankie had kissed you and pulled you down on the couch with him to stop you from starting to fuss over him. He’d sat at one end and had you lay down, putting your head on a pillow he’d put on his lap, with one of his arms draped over you. His other hand carefully pushed the hair out of your face before he’d started to run his fingers through it, thoroughly relaxing you.

With a hum you opened your eyes to see him smiling down at you. You returned his smile and then turned your head towards his belly as you snuggled into him. Moments like these with Frankie were your favorite, it didn’t matter whether you were on the couch, in the bed of his truck, or even on a blanket in the middle of a field somewhere. It didn’t matter where it was, as long as you were together.

You still felt him staring at you so you pulled away to meet his eyes. He was still smiling so you knew it wasn’t something bad. “What?” you asked, drawing out the word, when he didn’t say anything.

“Move in with me, mi sol.”

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Opposite Day (Or DuPont's Worst Nightmare) Part 3: Ladybug is that HBIC

Hi everyone!!! So, here's the next chapter of ODDWN! And from what you can tell of the title, yes, this is where Ladybug and Chat Noir defeat the Akuma, or essentially, the last main chapter. I'm gonna be doing an aftermath obviously, but right now we're gonna focus on Ladybug telling Chat Noir off. Cause let's be real, Adrien doesn't know what "no" means, and Marinette is way too nice to actually tell him off. THANKFULLY, she doesn't have a filter, so this kitty's getting skinned.

Enjoy! :)

(To get a feel for this chapter, listen to either rules by doja cat, or confident by Justin Bieber and chance the rapper. Your choice lol)

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First / Previous Chapter / Masterlist

Walking out of the classroom, Marinette turned to walk down the stairs. "Dupain-Cheng." Marinette stopped in her tracks, and turned around towards Chloe. "What, brat?" Marinette glared. She was hungry, and getting stopped was annoying her.

Chloe huffed at the insult. Turning her head, "I was, gonna say you could hang out with me and Sabrina now that you have a spine, but for that insult I'm reconsidering."

Marinette laughed, clearly mocking the other girl. "No thanks, I don't hang out with entitled brats like you. I mean, seriously? You?" She scoffed, rolling her eyes. Marinette was about to walk away when Chloe growled. "Excuse you?! I am Chloe Bourgeois! I have everything, like you would ever understand!"

"Oh Chloe, we both know you're lying. Even to yourself." Marinette looked over her shoulder, before turning slightly. "What does that mean?" Chloe placed her hands on her hips. "You don't have everything you could ever want, isn't that right?" Marinette smiled in mock sympathy. "Of course I do! I'm the mayor's daughter!" Chloe hesitated, not knowing what Marinette was getting at.

"Yes, you are the mayor's daughter, yes you're rich, but none of those things can give you what you truly want," Marinette shook her head, walking in a slow circle around the blonde. "Your mom left you," Chloe flinched at that remark. Marinette continued, "Your dad isn't there for you," Another flinch, Chloe curled her fists. "You only have one friend, and everyone hates you." Marinette stopped walking, she stood behind her. Grasping her shoulders, Marinette spoke in Chloe's ears. "Poor, poor Chloe. You're alone, and no one truly understands you. But who's fault is that? Who's fault is it that everyone cowers before you?"

Chloe looked to be on the verge of tears, not that Marinette could see. "You want friends, and you want people to care about you, right? No one's ever paid attention to you, and no one cared enough." Marinette sighed, taking on a sympathetic voice. "What are you getting at, Dupain-Cheng?" Chloe whispered, knowing if she spoke louder her voice would crack. "You don't have to be alone, Chloe. You don't have to have people be scared of you. You brought this upon yourself by being a horrible person. But," Marinette let go of Chloe's shoulders. Walking towards the stairs, she turned to look back at the other girl. "Even you can be redeemed. You just have to try."

With that, Marinette left an emotional Chloe at the top of the staircase. "Stupid Dupain-Cheng, what does she know?" Chloe whispered, rubbing at her eyes furiously.

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Running into the bathroom, Marinette locked the door to her stall, and opened her purse. "Marinette! Let's hurry! We've waited too long, who knows what the akuma has done!" Tikki cries in a whisper, flying out of the purse. "I know, Tikki, don't lecture me." Marinette grumbles, calling her transformation.

Now on the roof of her school, Marinette listens intently for the sound of an akuma. Lo and behold, a few blocks down came the screams. "Guess he circled around the city." Marinette murmured, swinging onto the building across the street. There, in the street down below stood the akuma Opposite Man. He had a staff he used to zap people, and had what looked like smoke bombs to affect groups of people.

From what she could tell, Marinette deduced that the staff made you do the opposite of what you're trying to do, and the smoke bomb affects your personality. That's why I felt weird today, and the purple smoke in the air. Marinette thought, suddenly realizing.

She analyzed the scene below, trying to find a way to restrain him, and get his akumatized object. She heard a thump from behind her and internally cursed. She didn't need his recklessness this time. Ladybug had a job to do.

"Hello, M'lady! I've missed you, my bugaboo!" Chat Noir purred, leaning on his staff. Ladybug stood up, and slowly turned to face him, while saying sarcastically, "Oh wow, M'lady and Bugaboo? Using both names which you know I hate? You must be here to be a nuisance --as usual" Ladybug crossed her arms, titling her head with a mock surprised face, before dropping it and glaring at him.

"Me-ouch, M'lady! No need to be so harsh! I'm just here to be your savior! After all, it is what good boyfriends do!" Chat Noir exclaimed, reaching to touch her. Marinette didn't know what he wanted to touch, but it frightened her nonetheless. Normally, she would flinch back, and try to put distance, but the akuma’s powers, no, they didn't let her.

Grabbing his wrist before he can touch her, Ladybug sneered. "Don't fucking touch me, you mangy cat!" Chat Noir tried to pull his hand back, but Ladybug wasn't done. "You know what you are, Chat Noir?" A step forward. Ladybug had the hand with the ring on it, not that Chat noticed. No, he was too shocked his lady was talking back to him. Where was this confidence? She never fought back!

No, no, you can't let your victim fight you! Chat had to fix this! His thoughts were broken when Ladybug spoke again. "You're nothing, but a nuisance, a menace, a reckless little brat, and--" Insult after Insult. Each insult equaled a step closer, till she backed him up against the edge of the roof.

"M'lady! Now, don't get so riled up! You're only acting this way cause you got hit! We can defeat the Akuma and go back to normal!--" Chat Noir rambled, desperately trying not to fall off the tall building they were on. It was three stories, and if he fell, his staff couldn't save him, it was knocked away from him, but Ladybug cut him off. "You mean the akuma I'm going to defeat, you're useless, you can't do anything to help me. In fact, I don't need you at all!" Ladybug shouted, her grip on his wrist getting tighter. Harder for him to break out of, she mused in her head.

"Don't lie, Ladybug! We're meant for each other! You're the only one that doesn't see it. Come on! Let go so we can get you back to normal." Chat Noir rolled his eyes, smiling his signature Adrien Sunshine Boy smile. This would convince her, surely-- Ladybug's expression only darkened. "Right, cause when I'm back to normal, I don't fight you. I'm a doormat when I'm normal, gives you more opportunities to harass and get away with the shit you do. And we're not "meant" for each other, you asshat. You're a horrible person, and I hate you!" Ladybug was screaming by now. She grabbed his fingers, ready to slip off the ring. He looked to shocked at her declaration to notice at first.

"Chat Noir, by order of the Guardian of the Miraculous, You are hereby revoked of your miraculous, and you'll face the full consequences of your actions." He looked enraged at her order, and tried to break free. "Catacly--" He tried to shout, but she laughed. "I'll just tie you up and take it after you transform back forcefully. Like I said, you're fucking stupid." Still laughing, she smirked as he did it anyway.

She let go of him, and before he could run away, tied him up with her yoyo. Quickly attaching him to a pole on the roof, Ladybug rolled her eyes. "I told you, you stupid cat."

Sighing, she waited till she heard the beeping start. Leaning against the opposite wall, Ladybug watched with unnatural satisfaction as Chat Noir yelled, screamed, and demanded she put him down. She couldn't do this to him, he'd cry over and over. To the Ladybug of yesterday, his cries would be answered, and she'd let him down. Apologize and turn around, waiting for him to recharge.

To the Ladybug of now, however, it was hilarious. Hearing him yelling and screeching. He was terrified of the consequences, apparently. Then came the final beep, and then came her devilish grin.

The look of terror on his face caused her to laugh. Before he detransformed, Marinette said one last thing. "Bye bye, little kitty. I hope you rot in hell," releasing him as his transformation fell, Ladybug grabbed Chats, no, Adrien's wrist-- she was too happy, and too satisfied to break down from the new hole in her heart-- and yanked the ring off his finger.

Ladybug didn't look back as she took off towards the akuma that had made it's way down a few blocks. No, not even to acknowledge the screaming pleas of Adrien Agreste.

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Hey there! So, I finished the Final Main Part of ODDWN! Hope you guys liked it, it was a bit rushed at the end, I wanted to get this written by Sunday. Now, by the time you've read this, its Monday (Today). I'll get to writing the aftermath chapter for this story tonight, and it'll be up sometime around this week or the next, depending on how long I want it to be, or what I want to happen. If you have any questions, requests, or prompt recommendations please feel free to send me an ask!!

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mxrlenemckn · 3 years

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tw: murder, mentions of gore/blood, knives, death, cigarettes

Self-Para

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you,” she grinned at Maggie from across the table. Her younger sister had been born just before she left for Hogwarts, and now she was so close to beginning that journey for herself. It made Marlene nostalgic in a way she was completely unfamiliar with.

There was a war raging out there. People were being lost every day. Families were torn apart; brothers, sisters, mothers, and fathers stolen long before what should have been their time. There wasn’t a moment when the possibility of losing the people she loved the most didn’t weigh heavily on her, but she felt glad that, in this moment, they were still able to be together like this. Some moments transcended fear. “Happy birthday dear Maggie.”

And really, wasn’t that what Voldemort was after? It would be far easier to defeat a resistance that was paralyzed by fear over the possibilities, too frightened to act in all of the ways they knew were right Things were different now -- Lily and James and Harry were in hiding, rightfully so. That little boy deserved the entire world, and he was lucky enough to have parents that were willing to fight to give that to him. As dearly as she missed them, not that she’d be admitting that when they got out even though Lily’d read it in the letters she had tucked away, she understood the need to protect their little family. Even if she didn’t know the exact reasons why, she was sure it boiled down to that in the end. The war was tearing her friends into a million different directions, herself included. She had gone into Auror training knowing it would be hard; but she had never shied away from the difficult things. What she hadn’t been expecting was the way it would consume her, propelling her forward, headfirst into all of the pain this world had to offer; and how it would zap away all her time and energy in the process. The little bit of time not spent at work was either dedicated to the Order or to sleeping.

But through it all -- through all of the anxiety and close calls. Through the fear and failures. Through the sleepless nights and murmurs of betrayal in their midst, she had never once stopped to consider a world in which they lost. Light always drove out the darkness in the end. Things would be okay, they just had to keep fighting.

“Happy birthday to you.”

There was a moment, one single moment of pure happiness, of contentment and normalcy, before the world fell apart. Out of the corner of her eye Marlene saw a shadow move outside the large, picture window that was set behind the table. In years past she would have thought it to be an animal, maybe one of the deer that roamed their yard, but she had seen far too much now to find comfort in naivety. She lifted her wand slightly, taking a cautious step toward the window.

“Marlene?”

Before she could open her mouth to warn her brother to stay back the glass of the window exploded in on them. Internally cursing herself for not throwing up a shield instead of moving forward like an idiot in one of those Muggle horror movies, she rose her wand now to throw curses at anyone who thought it was a good idea to attack her family. But before she could get a single word out a jet of red light clipped her shoulder and she fell hard to the ground, stiff and immobilized, her wand rolling a few inches away from her outstretched fingers.

Forced to stare, unblinking at the place where the wall met the ceiling she listened.

Shattered glass. Was this her fault? Screams of pain. Was this her fault? Being unable to move. Was this her fault? Calls for help. This was her fault. And then a terrifying sort of silence punctuated by a heavy weight around her middle. Her family was being hurt, and she couldn’t protect them. She was supposed to protect them.

It only took a moment to recognize one of their attackers the second she got her eyes on him. Travers. She felt the point of his wand digging into her throat. She didn’t hear him speak the words, but she felt the spell that had prevented her from defending her family lift, her shoulders slumping and her arms dropping limply to her side. Before she could blink away the horror, before she could move past the numbness and despair and reach for her wand, before she could find her voice, she felt the sharp sting of the knife, one that was already stained a horrifying red, as it dug into her stomach. The last thing she saw before the world faded away was the still form of her little sister laying a few feet away.

This was her fault.

For just a moment the pain overwhelmed her, but in an instant it was gone and she gone, weightless, lost in the sweet nothingness of the deepest sort of sleep.

---

She awoke with a sharp gasp, her eyes flying open to the thick darkness. Frantically she blinked away the remnants of sleep, willing herself to move past the darkness. As they adjusted to the darkness they raked over her dresser, the paint chipping along the edges in that same, familiar way. Her favorite leather jacket draped across her corner chair, and if she flipped it over she somehow knew she’d see the Beatles pin she had stuck through the sleeve -- one that had fallen off at a concert years ago, even though that made no sense. She kicked out, frantically trying to free her legs from the faded, green sheets... ones she thought she had thrown away years ago when -- her fingers brushed out, looking for.. when she had accidentally burned a hole in them with a cigarette. But there was no hole. Gasping for breath her hands went from her throat to her stomach, searching for the wounds that she was sure were there. But as she held her trembling hands in front of her she saw no sign of blood. Pulling out the tank top she slept in, her forehead wrinkled in confusion. It seemed -- fine. But it had all be so real.

Pushing away the last of the sheets she pulled herself up, stretching until she felt a slight pop in her back -- how she felt like she was falling apart at 18 she didn’t know. Flipping on the light switch she stumbled forward, bare feet brushing against the carpeted floor keeping her grounded. She was in her room, but her dream had felt so real. The pain, the fear all but crippling her even as she awoke. She looked at her face in the dresser mirror, the same crack she had created after a particularly difficult day of training in her first week cutting across her face. Her hair had been different in the dream... longer, a bit darker, bangs had draped across her forehead. She could... she could swear she remembered getting that haircut. Going to a Muggle salon with Lily, doubtful the stylist could accomplish what she wanted and leaving pleasantly surprised; she even went as far as to return after Lily... wasn’t there anymore? It was all so confusing.

She had never put a lot of faith in the concept of divination, but perhaps it had been some sort of cosmic sign. It didn’t have to be a sign that her entire family was going to be brutally murdered in front of her once she got a fucking great new haircut. Maybe it was a sign to appreciate her family or to avoid birthday parties. Or maybe it was her body’s way of telling her to drink a bit less, or to avoid indulging in greasy foods, pepperoni pizza in this case, right before bed.

Sitting on her window sill she grabbed her cigarettes from the flowerpot she kept them in. Her hands were trembling so hard it took her two or three times to light it with the tip of her wand. The sky was still dark, and cold -- it was cold. But in her dream? In her vision? Whatever it was -- it had been Maggie’s birthday at the end of July? It had been so fucking vivid. She finally got her cigarette lit and took a long drag, putting the pack back in the pot. She flicked the ashes out the window and turned around, bringing her legs to her chest. She didn’t understand, but maybe that was the end of it. Maybe she wasn’t meant to understand beyond taking advantage of the warning. She’d be visiting her parents’ home later to reinforce the magic protecting the house.

She sat there smoking until the sun made its way up and over the horizon, the morning light breaking through the glass and spreading across the grey carpet of her bedroom. Hours passed as she tried to work past the horror of what she had just seen. Eventually, grinding the cigarette out on the edge of the sill and tossing it into the coffee can she kept on the fire escape, she stood and walked into the bathroom and kicked off her shorts, pulling her tank top over her head and stepping into the shower. Twisting the knob until it was as hot as she could manage, she stepped under the spray, allowing it to rain down on her. Her skin was pink and blotchy by the time she stepped out, her hand swiping across the mirror so that she could see her reflection in the glass again.

The shower didn’t help the disorienting feeling that weighed heavily on her, but she had begun to feel more alive, more awake, and more inclined to believe that last night had been nothing more than a horrible, extraordinarily vivid dream. When she toweled off and dressed, after having to change twice, forgetting it was winter outside, she rationalized that a visit to Lily and James’s home was to wish them a happy new year and not at all her grasping for another dose of reality after a disorienting night. It had been awhile since she had seen them. Auror training was the path that she wanted to be on, but it was exhausting and frustrating when it took away from time she could have spent with the people she cared about... friends and family -- at least she thought it had been awhile, but -- hadn’t she thought they were in hiding in her dream? Was she still drunk from the night before? That had to be it.

As she threw on her leather jacket and grabbed her keys she glanced at the counter in search of whatever liquor bottle had her fucked up so royally, vowing to never drink whatever it was again. But finding none she sighed, stepping out of her flat and into the cold, afternoon air. Maybe Lily would know some tidbit about dreaming, but even if she didn’t, she was sure that she and James had better food in their fridge and she could go for some chicken wings about now.

#tw death #tw murder #tw blood #tw cigarettes #tw knife #muse #selfpara

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youllneverknowrac · 4 years

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Oscar Diaz-Lockdown

(MBS)

“Anthony, mijo you are ten years old. You should know this multiplication shit by now.” You hear Oscar say as he sits in the dining room with both school age boys and Junior who had his own work to get done. Angel sitting at the table as well as he pretends to do school work by coloring,”Do the problem again and actually show your work.”

You guys have been stuck in the house for three weeks now due to the virus, the only person that was able to leave being Oscar since he still had to go to work. Thankfully it was Friday afternoon so that meant he was at home and could take over the role of teacher. It was fun being able to teach your kids at first, but after three days you wanted to pull your hair out. Carlos and Anthony, your two sweet boys, hated anything to do with school and put little to no effort. The only good thing that came out of this virus was that your oldest son was now home, his campus closing down for the time being. Even though you were glad he was back, you couldn’t wait for things to go back to normal. You were going a bit stir crazy and needed time to yourself. But alas the mommy role was a never ending one.

“I have snacks.” You smile, coming in with a tray of finger sandwiches you made and a bowl of chips. Oscar has been at it for the last hour with them and you figured they could use a break.

“Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Give me.” Angel says and drop his crayons excitedly, Carlos and Anthony sighing in relief that you came to the rescue.

“Say please.” You remind as you set the items down

“Please mommy.” He says and holds his hand out

“Good boy.” You smile and pass him one of the smaller cut sandwiches, letting the boys eat while you go check on Alexander who sat in his pack n play in the living room.

“Hi fat boy.” You coo at him, making him giggle as he wobbles to pull him self up,”Do you want to come with mommy?” You ask, picking him up and giving him a kiss,”My happy baby, yes you are.”

“I will switch right now.” Oscar says from behind you,”I’ll take the baby, you take them.”

“Hmmm let me think.” You smile as you turn around, Alexander snuggling into you chest,”No.”

“Mami please.” Oscar begs,”I love our kids, but they are going to make me jump through the fucking window.”

“How do you think I feel? I’m here 24/7.” You say,”With ALL of them. At least I offered to watch the baby while you help them with their work.”

“Fine, but if I start yelling and shit starts getting thrown you can’t blame me.” He groans

“If you yell at any of my baby’s.” You start, setting Alex down on the floor to scoot around,”You’ll be sleeping on the couch tonight.” You finish, wrapping your arms around your grumpy husband,”So you better take a few deep breaths and remember that you asked for this life. You put those kids in my stomach so you can’t get frustrated with them when times are hard.”

Oscar sighs and looks up at the ceiling in thought before meeting your gaze,”I’ll try my hardest to not go crazy.”

“Good.” You smile and pucker your lips, Oscar rolling his eyes before pressing his own against them,”Love you, now get back in there.”

“Yeah, yeah, love you too.” He mutters, turning around and heading back to the dining room. You can’t help but laugh as he sulks, sitting down on the floor with Alex while you pass the time by watching one of your shows.

“Mommy! I’m done with my work.” Angel says about half a hour later causing you to exit out of the program, no way you would be able to pay attention now.

“Oh yeah? Let me see.” You smile and take the page from him, the once white paper now filled with random color scribbles everywhere,”Good job baby, it’s so good. What color is this?” You ask him as you point to a green line that he drew.

“Um green. Like the grass.” He answers with a smile,”I’m a smart boy mommy.”

“The smartest.” You say and set the paper down on the coffee table, letting him sit across from you. Alexander sitting a few feet away while he plays with some toys.

“Mommy?”

“Yes?”

“Can we go to the park?”

“No, you know we can’t Angel.” You sigh,”Why don’t we go play in the backyard?”

“Backyard is boring.” He says with a shake of his head,”I wanna go to the park. Park!” He yells his mood instantly changing as he grabs one of the toys that laid near him,”Park, park, park!” He repeats angrily as he cries, the toy flying across the room.

“Go to timeout, you don’t throw things.” You say and stand up, grabbing his arm and helping him up to his feet, Angel trying to pull away with all his might,”Now.” You say more sternly

“Let me go.” He screams,”Play at the playground!”

“Angel, stop.” You sigh before your husband swoops in and picks the toddler up, holding him at arms length.

“A quien le gritas?” He asks,”Are you screaming at mommy? You are a kid and you do what she says, no questions. So go get in timeout now.” Oscar says as he sets him back down, his little feet taking off to the corner and facing the wall,”Stop crying, o te daré algo para que llores.” He warns, all noise ceasing from Angel.

“Thanks.” You say not meeting his gaze, you knew the kids needed discipline, but that was the area you failed in when it came to parenting. Oscar was usually the punisher which is why the kids never questioned his authority,”I feel like we’re all gonna snap any day now.” You admit, running your fingers through your hair messily.

“Yeah, but he still needs to listen and he can’t be popping off like that.” Oscar shrugs,”Even before all this lockdown bullshit started he always threw a fit when he couldn’t get his way. I’m tired of it, you need to stop babying him.”

“I don’t baby him.” You lie with a shake of your head. It was true, he was probably the one you babied the most out of all of the kids. Even when his brothers were his age you didn’t have to treat them like you do Angel.

“So you don’t carry him around on your hip all the time? You don’t let him sleep in our bed still? You don’t pick up every single thing after him? You don’t...” Oscar continues before you cut him off.

“Alright so maybe I do just a little.” You say, glancing back at him,”I don’t know why I do it, maybe it’s cause he has a different personality than the boys did. He lets me baby him. He can claim big boy status all he wants but he loves being my baby. I know I need to stop but it’s just so hard.” You groan, resting your head forward on Oscar’s chest, letting him embrace you.

“I like when you baby me too mami.” He chuckles softly,”But there has to be a limit.”

“You’re right.” You sigh and pull away,”Can I start tomorrow though? I just wanna cuddle him right now.” You admit, Oscar playfully rolling his eyes and not even bothering to respond before going back to the other kids.

You walk over to the sulking boy and pick him up,”I’m sorry mommy.” He sniffles and rest his head on your shoulder as you hold him,”I hate inside.”

“I know baby, me too.” You smile sadly and press a kiss to his forehead,”Are you going to be a good boy now?”

“Yes. No more timeout pwease.” He begs, even though he wasn’t even there for more than two minutes,”I’ll be a good, good, good boy.”

“Works for me...How about we build a fort? A huge one?” You ask him excitedly,”It’ll be so much fun.”

“Yeah!” He cheers,”Come on! We need to get blankies.”

“Go get the ones from my room, I’ll stay in here with Alex.”

“You got it.” He laughs before running down the hall and disappearing. You grin happily and go over to pick up the baby, heading to the dining room to ‘let school out.’

“Enough work, come help me and Angel build a fort.” You say, Anthony and Carlos darting up and racing to the living room,”You guys too.”

“Sure, why not?” Junior shrugs as he closes his laptop and goes to join his brothers.

“Come on.” You grin and hold your free hand out for your husband.

“I’m coming.” He reply’s, nonetheless taking your hand in his. The two of you joining the rest of the household for some quarantine fun.

“I know they are a lot to handle, but I think we would be bored if we didn’t have all of them in here with us.” You whisper to Oscar, all five of your kids spread out around you and fast asleep in the makeshift bed. After building the fort you guys spent the rest of the inside of it watching movies and eating junk food. Each kid falling asleep one by one until it was just the two of you awake.

“Yeah, I thought about that too.” He yawns,”We’re pretty lucky. Even luckier if you finally gave me my babygirl.”

“Stop.” You whine, Oscar bringing up this conversation at least twice a week,”We don’t need another kid. Are the five we have not enough?”

“They are enough, but I wouldn’t mind one more.” He chuckles

“That’s easy for you to say when you’re not the one carrying a whole human for nine months and then pushing said human out.” You remind him,”Besides what if it’s another boy? Are you still going to want to try again after?”

“If it’s a boy then it’s a boy.” He shrugs,”I know it’s going to be a girl though.”

“You said that about Alex.” You laugh,”And he’s most definitely not a girl.”

“Oh my god, just have another baby. Who cares?” Junior groans from somewhere in the fort,”I’m trying to sleep.”

“Aye, callate la boca.” Oscar says amusingly,”Don’t be listening to our conversation fool.”

“Kind of hard to do when your two feet away from me.” Junior retorts, turning on his side as he try’s to fall back asleep.

“We’ll talk about this tomorrow, but the answer is still going to be no.” You say to Oscar,”Now go to sleep, you have a class tomorrow morning Mr.Diaz.”

“Nah, I’m going to play hookie. One day isn’t going to kill them.” He chuckles,”Lets go for a drive or something, we don’t have to get out of the car. We could just drive along the beach.”

“That actually sounds fun. Let’s do it.” He agrees.

“Awesome.” You grin excitedly,”I cant wait, we all need to get out for a while.”

Oscar hums in response, lightly rubbing his eyes tiredly,”Night mi amor.” He says moments later

“Good night.” You reply, kissing his cheek before letting your eyes close. Angel’s foot digging into your back, but you didn’t care. You were too tired to move him. Each day since being in lockdown making you more and more exhausted, but it was okay. Being trapped in the house with the people you love most is way better than being stuck all alone.

#on my block season 3 #on my block #omb #netflix on my block #on my block imagines #oscar diaz #spooky diaz #spooky x reader #oscar diaz x reader #one shot #couple #kids #family

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shittystockholmstyles · 4 years

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Una Sorpresa || Oscar Diaz

Summary: Steph learns some shocking information about Oscar.

Warnings: Angst, Language, Smut

Word Count: 3,292

A/N: this took a lot longer to write than I thought it would but it’s done. Hope you like it! Check out parts 1, 2, and 3 if you haven’t yet!

It had been 2 months since that night Oscar had showed up at Steph’s house, needing her help. Since that night the two of them had grown closer, gone out on a few dates, and stayed in, which is how Steph had learned Oscar was a pretty great cook. They spent many nights staying up late to talk about their interests and goals and Steph began to see a side of Oscar that she suspected he didn’t show many people. It was nights like that when Steph almost forgot that Oscar was known by most people as Spooky, the scary leader of the Santos, forgot that he had done time in prison.

Steph thought back to the night they spent at the beach. Oscar had asked her if she was scared of him. After some time she slowly answered no. He had asked her why not and she’d explained saying that even though she knew what he was capable of doing, had done in the past, and knew he had a short temper she couldn’t imagine him hurting her so there was no reason to be afraid of him. Oscar had pulled her in and pressed a kiss to her lips. Things had quickly heated up as Oscar pulled her onto his lap, his hands sliding under her swim coverup to grab her ass...

“Aye what’s got your face so red, chica?” Leti’s voice cut through Steph’s thoughts and she looked down feeling her cheeks heat up.

“Nada, chica” Steph responded “did you find the detergent? I’m ready to get out of here” the two girls had stopped by the store to pick up a few groceries.

“Si, and I picked this up for you” Leti said as she threw a pink box in the basket Steph was holding.

Steph glanced down and read the words First Response on the box. Her eyebrows drew together as she looked up Leti “a pregnancy test? Why would I need that?”

Leti laughed and started to walk away “para nada, que era una broma, a joke. But it wouldn’t hurt to keep one handy just in case. Since you are you know fucking Spooky”

“Aye callete Leti, the whole store doesn’t need to know my business” Steph said, her head spinning as she tried to remember the last time she had her period. It couldn’t have been too long ago. She shrugged, she’d check her calendar at home, and finished paying for the groceries.

The girls made it back to Steph’s house to find Maria hanging out on the porch.

“Took you guys long enough. It’s too hot to be sitting out here” she said fanning herself.

“Stop complaining and move out of the way so I can open the door” Steph replied as she pulled her keys out of her bag.

The three of them hurried into the heavily air conditioned house. Steph put away her groceries as Maria and Leti gossiped while making lunch. The girls spent most of the afternoon just talking. It had been a while since they had just hung out; she had been spending so much time with Oscar.

After her friends had left Steph decided to text Oscar and see if he wanted to come over. Hey, you busy? No response. She shrugged and went to clean up her kitchen. Steph knew by now that if he didn’t respond right away he was dealing with important shit. She grabbed a bag full of toiletries and walked to the bathroom. As she began putting the contents of the bag away she came across the pregnancy test and stood staring at it frozen. A cold fear came over her as again she was reminded that she couldn’t remember the last time she’d had her period. Steph shook her head, it couldn’t be possible. But it wouldn’t hurt to be sure; she unboxed the test and sat down on the toilet.

After the difficult task of peeing on the stick Steph waited for what felt like forever for her timer to go off. The loud beeping of her alarm startled her and she reached a shaky hand toward the test. Steph took a deep calming breath, there was no way the test would be possible. Steph brought the test toward her and looked down at the double lines visible on the screen. She stared, unable to comprehend the result. She grabbed the box the test had come in and reread the instructions, there in bold print it stated that double lines meant pregnant, but that couldn’t be right. She grabbed another test stick out of the box and tried again, she waited the excruciatingly long 3 minutes for the result to show up and again it showed double lines.

“I’m pregnant?” She said out loud, her tone questioning.

Steph sat on the floor of her bathroom staring at the wall until she lost the feeling in her legs. Her head spinning trying to figure out what to do next. Taking a deep breath she stood up and looked at herself in the mirror; her eyes were slightly puffy, her nose pink, and tears stained her cheeks. She splashed cold water on her face and made up her mind, she’d go talk to Oscar, they would figure things out together. Looking at her phone, there was still no response from Oscar, she typed out a quick message I’m heading over, hope you’re home. With that she slipped on her shoes and headed out the door.

As Steph got closer to Oscar’s house she could hear rap music blaring down the street. Soon she was standing across the street, several Santos sat around the front yard drinking. Her eyes scanned their faces, looking for Oscar, he wasn’t in the front but he had to be around somewhere because his cherry red Impala was parked in the driveway. She did see one familiar face sitting on the couch, Marco.

“Hey Steph!” He said, standing to give her a hug as soon as she reached him “ain’t seen you here in a minute”

She gave him a small smile “yeah it’s been a while. Have you seen Os- Spooky around?” She asked using his nickname

Marco shrugged “uh yeah I think he’s in the back.”

“Thanks” Steph turned to head towards the back. She felt Marco start walking next to her.

“I’ll head back with you, I need a refill” he said holding an empty beer bottle up

Once in the backyard Steph looked around searching the crowd for Oscar. She found him sitting in the same spot he had been the night they first met only this time a blonde woman in a short red dress sat on his lap. Steph stopped walking, shocked at the scene in front of her. Oscar had a hand wrapped around her waist as she leaned back against his chest.

“Hey Spooky someone’s looking for you” Marco called from beside Steph.

Suddenly all eyes were on her, but all she could do was stare at Oscar as his gaze met hers from across the yard. His eyes widened in shock and the hand he had on the girl’s waist fell to his side. Steph backed away, turning to walk back the way she’d come. She felt her eyes begin to burn but she refused to cry in front of the Santos. She heard Oscar’s voice call out her name from behind her but that only caused her to pick up her pace as she crossed the street. Steph had made it down the block and was close to her house by the time Oscar caught up to her, grabbing her wrist to force her to face him.

“Let me go Oscar” she said glaring at him

“It’s not like it looked Mamas” he said loosening his grip but not letting go

“Oh? It’s not?” She laughed “I know what I saw Oscar” she yanked her hand away and continued walking towards her home.

Oscar followed behind “would you just let me explain”

“Explain? You mean come up with an excuse? A lie? Tell me I didn’t see what a thought I saw?” Steph asked, rolling her eyes “no, no soy una idiota” she was so close to her home only 2 more houses away.

“Look you weren’t even supposed to be there so just let me fucking explain”

His words caused her to stop, she turned around to face home, eyes blazing with anger “so you can cheat on me because I wasn’t invited to your party? It’s my fault this is happening?” She asked as she placed her hands on his chest and shoved him “you’re a fucking piece of shit”

Anger flashed across Oscar’s face when Steph pushed him. He grabbed her wrists pinning her to him. His chest was rising and falling at a rapid pace as he tried to control his breathing.

“Look I’m not denying what you saw but you’re gonna fucking listen to what I have to say” he said

Steph glared at him as she struggled to free her wrists from his grasp. She could feel her eyes blurring with tears and she wouldn’t let him see her cry.

“I’ll let you go once you agree to let me talk” Oscar said, staring down at her.

Steph bit her lip, considering the offer, she’d never get out of his grasp if he didn’t want to let her go. She nodded her head, moving her gaze to the ground.

Oscar let out a sign and released her wrists “let’s go inside and talk”

Steph lead the way up to her front door and walked inside. She turned to face Oscar.

“Listen Mamas” he started

“Don’t, don’t call me that” she said breaking eye contact as she felt her vision begin to blur again.

Oscar let out a sigh and began pacing the floor, his hands clenched at his sides.

“You said you wanted to talk so talk” Steph said, “tell me all about how it’s not that serious; you fucking other girls while I sit at home waiting for you to text me back”

At that Oscar moved to stand in front of her. He brought a hand up to Steph’s face but dropped it back down to his side as she moved back a step.

“Fuck Steph, I’m not fucking anyone else. She was just sitting on my lap”

Steph rolled her eyes “the point is that she shouldn’t have been sitting on your lap in the first place pendejo, how do you think that makes me look?”

Oscar ran a hand over his face “look I only let her sit on my lap to get the guys to shut up”

“What do you mean? That doesn’t even make sense”

“Joker and Oso kept talking shit about how I don’t pay attention to any of the hynas hanging around so when Ana came passing out beers I pulled her into my lap to shut them up.”

Steph scoffed, crossing her arms “because that’s easier than just saying you have a girlfriend? Or is it that you don’t consider me your girlfriend?” Her voice cracked at the end. “God I am an idiot, this whole time I thought you were serious about me, about us. But this was never about more than sex was it?” The tears had began to fall down her cheeks and she wiped at them angrily, not wanting to cry in front of Oscar.

Oscar’s face softened and he pulled Steph against his chest, wrapping his arms around her. Steph struggled at first, pushing against his chest, but she gave up realizing it was pointless; Oscar was a lot stronger than her.

“Mamas, I am serious about us” his voice was quiet, barely above a whisper, “ you have no idea how important you are to me”

“Because you never tell me” Steph interrupted

“You know talking about feelings isn’t my thing” he replied “but I do care about you, about us”

“Then why all the secrecy? Why not invite me to your party? You were the one that said I was always welcome at your place Oscar” Steph tilted her head back to look at his face, he was already staring at her and his jaw clenched slightly at her questions.

“I know what I said but that was before, before I got to know you and started feeling the way I do about you and I don’t want you around all the gang shit that goes down around my place”

“I’ve grown up in Freeridge, I’ve lived around gang shit all my life. It’s nothing new to me Oscar” Steph said

Oscar’s lips tightened into a thin line “I know that Mamas but I don’t want that to be your life anymore and I like having you just to myself”

“You mean you like keeping this a secret, I won’t be kept a secret Oscar, that’s bullshit and you know it” Steph said “if you don’t want people to know about us then there won’t be an us for people to find out about”

Oscar’s body tensed at her words “don’t say that baby. I need you in my life.”

Steph looked at Oscar and noticed tears welling in his eyes. The thought of him crying tugged at her heart. She brought her arms up, linking her hands behind his neck, “then make it official. Let people know I’m yours, that I’m your ruca, Oscar”

Oscar nodded his head and brought his face down to hers “okay” he whispered against her lips before kissing her, tightening his arms around her. He stepped backwards until his legs hit the couch and sat down, pulling Steph onto his lap.

Steph let out a small squeal as she was pulled down but didn’t break their kiss. Oscar’s hand came up to caress the back of her neck, deepening the kiss. She gasped as his other hand came down to unbutton her shorts, his fingers making contact with her exposed stomach.

She began to move her hips grinding against Oscar. He let out a groan against her lips then moved his mouth kissing gently along her jawline and down her neck. Suddenly he turned, moving to lay Steph down on the couch. He gripped the the edge of her top and pulled it over her head then did the same to his shirt. His lips continued to trail kisses from her neck down to her breast, still partially covered by her bra. He gently sucked on the exposed skin as his hand reached under her to undo the clasp of her bra. Steph slid the straps down her arm and watched as Oscar threw her bra on the floor with their shirts.

Oscar leaned down, pressing their bare chests together as his lips met Steph’s. He ran his tongue along her bottom lip and her lips parted in response allowing him to explore her mouth with his tongue. Oscar’s hand moved down to grab her thigh as she moved to hook it around his waist, drawing him in closer.

“Let me show you how much you mean to me baby” Oscar said breaking the kiss and moving down to take her right nipple into his mouth. She gasped at the contact and he smirked bringing his hand up to play with her left nipple. Steph arched her back, pressing into his touch and began to rock her hips against him. She could feel Oscar’s growing excitement against her thigh.

Oscar kissed his way down her stomach until he got to the waistband of her shorts. He hooked his fingers into the waistband and pulled her shorts down her legs, bringing her underwear down with them. She laid there completely naked feeling a blush creep over her skin under his heated gaze. Oscar bit his bottom lip as he stared down at her, letting his fingertips lazily run up her thighs. He gently pushed her thighs apart exposing her wetness. His fingers teased her inner thighs, bringing them close to her center and then back down.

“Oscar please” Steph moaned, her eyes meeting his. Her cheeks were flushed and her body shivered under his touch. Oscar leaned back down, placing a kiss on on each hip before moving down farther and kissing her inner thigh. He left a trail off kisses on one thigh then moved to repeat his actions on her other thigh before moving to her pussy.

Oscar brought his hand up and ran a finger against her folds “you’re already so wet Mami and I’ve barely touched you” his eyes darkened, “tell me how much you want to feel me touch you”

Steph moaned at his words “Please Oscar touch me” her words coming out in soft moans “I need you papi”

With that Oscar brought his face down and placed a kiss on her clit. He began to flick his tongue across her clit in slow motions. Steph let out a gasp as she felt him push a finger inside her, slowly pumping in and out as his tongue continued moving in slow circles. Oscar’s pace quickened as he heard her breathing hitch, moving his tongue and finger in sync. Steph felt her stomach tighten with pressure and rocked her hips against Oscar’s face, her thighs tightening around his head. He continued his movements until he heard Steph screaming a stream of curse words.

He quickly stood removing his shorts and was back between her legs, his cock pressed against her entrance. “You’re mine Mamas. All mine” he said as he pressed into her.

“Fuck papi” Steph moaned as he entered her, moving in long slow strokes. Digging her nails into his back she smiled and kissed him. “All yours” she whispered against his lips. Oscar groaned and picked up his pace. Steph hooked her legs around his waist drawing him in closer to her as he rocked back and forth. “Fuck right there papi, just like that” she said between moans.

Steph felt her stomach tighten again as she grew closer to her second orgasm and rocked her hips up to meet Oscar’s. Her nails dug deeper into his back as her release came. Her legs shook and she tightened around him as he continued his strokes until the feel of her around him was too much for him to hold on. He let go, his climax coming over him as he came inside her.

Breathing hard, Oscar pushed himself up looking down at Steph. He leaned down and kissed her “mine”

“I was serious, you need to let me come around and people need to know you have a girlfriend” Steph said. They had moved to her room and laid together, Steph’s head on Oscar’s chest, their bare legs tangled together.

Oscar’s hand stilled where it had been rubbing circles on her hip. “I know Mamas. I told you I would and I meant that”

“And no more secret parties, from now on I want to be the one sitting on your lap” she lifted her head to look at him.

Oscar smiled “whatever you want”

Steph laid her head back on his chest and the two of them were silent for a while.

“Oscar?” Steph said feeling nervous

“Hmm” he responded quietly

“There’s something else we should talk about”

“Hmm”

Steph was quiet trying to think of how to say the words she knew she had to say. Taking a deep breath she blurted out “I’m pregnant”

She waited for a response, a shocked gasp, Oscar sitting up, but nothing came. She looked up at his face to find his eyes closed, a calm expression on his face. He’d fallen asleep. Steph sighed, laying her head back down “I guess I’ll try again tomorrow”

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