#dcfective

“Wake up, punk.”

The sudden splash of ice cold water at his face was enough to jerk the unconscious blond awake, gasping and heaving for breath. As Finn’s senses started working again, he noticed that he had absolutely no idea where he was...and that he was effectively tied to a chair in some dimly lit room with no windows, and three gruff looking dudes. His sense of feeling flooded back to each of his nerve endings with varying levels of aches and pain in places he didn’t even know could hurt. He could tell that he had one serious black eye, a split lip, dried blood underneath his nose, possibly cracked ribs, more bruising along his abdomen, and it was safe to say he probably had some kind of concussion judging by the headache.

This was definitely not a good scenario to be in….so how the hell did he get himself in here?

Closing his eyes, he mentally retraced his steps. He remembered walking home after work in the evening. And then...then he had gotten distracted. He saw a group of Metas blatantly using their powers to terrorize some random guy. It was a safe assumption from the conversation about needing their money (“or else”), that these Metas were part of the Nephilim. Instead of just passing by or deciding to call the cops, Finn took action himself without a second thought. Why did he do that? He had not a fucking clue, but he vaguely remembered kicking ass with whatever ninja assassin spirit had possessed him at the time. Briefly, the teleporter wondered if he was some kind of sleeper agent…

Anyway, he then recalled one of the Nephilim having a gun, and stealing it off of the guy to keep himself from getting shot. Finn had used it in self defense when one of the criminals came flying at him with lethally sharp claws extended and ready to kill him if he hadn’t pulled the trigger. He remembered doing it so easily, and barely feeling anything, and that was enough to stun him for the other Nephilim to hit him hard from behind. The last thing he heard before everything went black were the words, “Take him. He lost our debt, now he’ll pay for it.”

“Fuck…” Finn groaned out, blinking his eyes open and letting his vision properly adjust to the lighting of the room. How long had he been out? Wait a second. He could fucking teleport. His expression brightened, and he sat up as best as he could with his hands tied behind the chair, ready to just disappear when the dark-haired man seemed to have read his mind.

“I wouldn’t if I were you,” he warned, proudly holding up some kind of small control box with a button. “I’ve dealt with all kinds of teleporters like you. Figured out electricity keeps you fuckers grounded. That chair you’re sitting on has been rigged with all kinds of wires and shit. All I really know is that if I think you’re about to vanish on us, I press this little button here and fry your ass. I’d really suggest you don’t test it.”

Finn didn’t need to question it. Now that he was fully awake, he could hear the soft humming of electricity and he cursed silently. He opened his mouth to make some kind of witty retort that he’d probably regret later when his phone rang from across the room.

“Give me the phone,” the dark-haired guy ordered the one who was holding Finn’s phone. “Let’s see who’s looking for you––Oh that’s cute. “Hubby,” huh?” The man snickered before finally answering it and waiting for the voice on the other line to finish speaking before he replied.

“Sorry, he can’t come to the phone right now. He’s a little...tied up.”

Finn had gotten off work a little earlier today, and when he realized just how early it was, he stopped at the grocery store on the way home to pick up some things and a bottle of wine for dinner tonight. The trip plus travel time took him all of twenty minutes thanks to teleporting, and he landed right in the kitchen as he got home to set the groceries on the counter. He whistled for the dogs, taking a few minutes to let them outside before coming back up to start cooking dinner for himself and his gorgeous husband. He almost couldn’t believe he and Daniel Bates had been married for a year now––it was definitely the best year of his life. 

He had just put the pasta into the boiling pot on the stove, music playing over the speakers in the apartment, and his iPad set on the island behind him as he bounced between stirring the pasta and writing a few work emails. Finn smiled wide as he heard the apartment door open. “Hey, babe!” he called out, stirring the pasta once more before he popped into the foyer to meet his husband. He greeted him with a quick kiss on the lips. “Hope you don’t mind I made pasta for dinner tonight. Gotta get ready for me to avoid meat tomorrow and the next few Fridays, cause it’s Ash Wednesday. It should be done in a few minutes, table’s all set and ready. And I got us wine to go with it. How was your day at work?” 

☠  five times my muse thought about hitting yours, and the one time they did.

ONE. Thank god Daniel had gotten to her in time, otherwise who would have known what would have happened. He was resting now after she had managed to extract the bullet his C.A.R.M.A boyfriend had shot him with. Honestly, Kara had half a mind to smack the other Rebel for being so reckless with his dating life that it could end up with a bullet in his head or chest, but she refrained from doing so….this time.

TWO. Was Daniel Bates absolutely fucking serious right now? Kara certainly hoped he wasn’t. Did he forget just what the purpose for this masquerade ball they were throwing as for? It was to stage a distraction so that they could get Alice and the other captured Rebels out of C.A.R.MA. It was not for fucking his C.A.R.M.A agent boyfriend in the bathroom. She saw Daniel and Finn come out of the bathroom together, both smiling and practically glowing, and everything about it was just obvious that they had enjoyed themselves together in the public restroom like the class acts they were. Honestly, she was seriously about to storm over and smack the other Rebel upside the head, but she held herself back. She’d save it for later. Right now, they needed to stick to the plan.

THREE. What was it with Daniel and getting shot around Finn? It seemed to be quite the trend, but was it really unexpected when one was dating a C.A.R.M.A agent? …God, she honestly hoped it wasn’t part of the package. He was resting on her bed again right after she had gotten rid of the bullet and fixed him up with some help from her current prisoner, Connor. She stared down at him, glad that her friend was okay, but man did she want to hit him. The idea was pushed away when she heard the shower water start, and she glanced back to see Connor getting in the shower. “You’re an idiot, but I’m glad you’re alive,” she muttered to Daniel before she turned and went to join Connor in the shower to finish what they had started before their interruption.

FOUR. Kara wasn’t sure how to feel now, learning this information from Daniel almost a year after the old Rebel base had been attacked by C.A.R.M.A. Apparently, her brother had been the reason for the Second Nova’s temporary handicapped state, but Daniel had telekinetically choked Tanner so hard it had temporarily damaged his vocal cords. Weirdly, she wasn’t mad about it? Okay, she was annoyed, but that was because neither Daniel or her brother had bothered to mention what had happened to her, and she kind of wanted to hit the both of them as hard as she could. But then again, why bother at this point? Both boys were alive, and walking and talking again, so it seemed far beyond the expiration date to smack either of them for this. She was sure she’d find a reason to smack them soon. 

FIVE. Nobody stormed into Kara’s room, snatched her wine out of her hands, and drank it without even so much of a “please.” Literally nobody. She shot Daniel a sharp glare in his direction as she watched him finish off her glass, quite ready to punch him right in the gut. But once she saw how stressed out he looked, she decided to rethink it…this time. “You know, you’re really lucky I love you, otherwise you’d be dead by now,” she muttered.

SIX. Yep, Kara was growing reaaaallyyy impatient now. She, Alice, and Daniel had just gotten their teams and were about to start their training event in the woods, and all Daniel had been doing was complaining about his team as the three of them walked into the woods to get set up. Granted, she understood that he had gotten the more difficult team with Lila and Foster not getting along, and Lila and Nick not quite getting along either, but Jesus Christ. She was boiling at this point, and couldn’t help herself this time. Without a second thought, she whipped out her hand and slapped Daniel as hard as she could upside the head, cutting him off mid-sentence. 

“Will you get. Your fucking shit. Together?” she snapped at him while was he still stunned. “For god’s sake man, you’re a fucking Nova. A leader. Consider this a training day for yourself too because not every team of Rebels you end up with is going to be easy to lead, and you need to learn how to step the fuck up and bring them together despite their differences and meaningless drama. Complaining and having a bad attitude isn’t going to do you anything but lose, and god damn it, Daniel Bates, I’d prefer to win a fair game where all three teams are trying to win. It’s not gonna be fun kicking your ass if your team isn’t even trying.” 

@dcfective

✿  five times my muse almost texted yours, and the one time they did.

[Text:] You need to come over. I just found the WEIRDEST SONG EVER. I think you’ll enjoy it. But I need to watch your expression as you listen to it in person. It’s THAT weird.  –– DELETED

[Text:] When are you getting your lawyer license thingy? Cause I may need a lawyer now and I don’t have the funds to pay for a real one. –– DELETED

[Text:] I just got this new bottle of wine called Pinot Noir Love. I want you to try it with me. Let’s see if it affects your love powers.  –– DELETED

[Text:] Is it weird to you that you’re basically the master of love and your love life is kind of nonexistent? Vodka thoughts.  –– DELETED

[Text:] What would you do if I asked you to bring me clean underwear from my room in the base to the Athena Hotel right now? Would that be weird? It might be weird. I’ll just wear the ones I had last night. Thanks, dude. –– DELETED  

[Text:] So legit question. Have you ever seen such pretty eyes on someone before and wondered how they would look in a jar? That’s normal, right? Cause apparently I’M a freak for having these thoughts.  –– SENT

@andrewmcrin

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Winbates: “I could be your perfect disaster, you could be my ever after.”

“ I could be your p e r f e c t disaster.                     You could be my ever a f t e r. ”

It’d been a few hours now after Finn got back from doing Phantom things in town. After he’d made that one guy disappear by accident, he’d been freaked out. Was this a thing now? Could he make people vanish off into some void or something with a touch? He’d spent at least an hour or so on the couch, his knees curled up to his chest as he stared intently at the television, completely ignoring the floating objects in the apartment now. He wasn’t dare gonna move. 

When he felt a shift of weight on the couch from someone sitting down on the other end, the teleporter let out a yelp of surprise and pretty much jumped off the piece of furniture. “Do not come any closer right now, I swear to fucking god.” 

Leave a “Mourn Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character mourning your character’s death.

Finn had returned to his apartment alone, heading straight for the kitchen. Daniel’s funeral had been…well, a funeral, and somehow he had managed to keep it together during the service. Of course, the Rebels had attended, and not one of them had a dry eye. His mother had even shed a few tears for the loss of his boyfriend. He’d gotten consoling hugs from Alexandra, Kelli, Victor, and Hope––even Val gave him one. And yet, Finn hadn’t shed one single tear since he’d found out his boyfriend had died. He had stayed silent at the funeral, his jaw clenched, and eyes distant. He’d gone numb. 

He poured himself a glass of wine, taking a small sip, and then another long one. It was only now starting to occur to him how quiet the apartment was. How empty. How…lifeless. The silence was suffocating him now, and Finn set the glass down on the counter so he could undo his tie and the two top buttons on his shirt to help him breathe better. He pressed his palms down on the counter, leaning against it as he took slow, deep breaths, trying to calm himself while he stared down into the half empty glass of wine. 

Suddenly, Finn swiped his hand across the counter, smacking the glass off it and letting it shatter on the floor. He moved into the living room next, grabbing the first thing that he saw––which happened to be a vase––and chucked it at the nearest wall with a smash! His anger overtook him, and he threw anything and everything that he could find. He didn’t care about breaking expensive objects, he just needed to break as many things as he needed until he felt better. 

“Shit!” A throw pillow was tossed across the room. “Shit!” There went one of their lamps. “Fuck––no wait!” The blond yelped out as he realized what he had just thrown as soon as it broke against the wall. He ran over to it, dropping to knees before the picture frame. “No no no, please, no, don’t be broken, please don’t be ruined…” Finn begged, his voice shaking as he carefully picked it up, glass dropping out of the frame. He moved to sit on the couch and held the broken frame in his lap, staring down at the picture inside it. It was of him and Daniel, looking happier than ever together. It had been taken years ago, back when Finn had still been in school and the two of them went down to the beach together and had one of the best days of their lives. Daniel was kissing his cheek while Finn was laughing and holding the camera. 

Tear drops began staining the shattered glass of the frame as they dripped from Finn’s eyes. They were slow at first, but quickly began spilling down his cheeks. It was starting to really occur to him now that Daniel was really gone. He was dead. He was fucking dead. And the reality of it was filling Finn with an agonizing ache, like someone had literally grabbed his soul and torn it right in half. 

He would never see Daniel again, see his bright smile or warm brown eyes that always made him feel safe and at peace. 

He’d never hear his voice again, he’d never hear Daniel tell him how much he loved him or say his name. He always loved the way Danny said his name, how he could hear the love and affection in his tone when he said it. 

He’d never be able to feel Daniel again. He’d never hold his hand, or hug him. He’d never kiss his beloved boy again. 

Finn would never be able to tell Daniel Bates just how fucking much he loves him ever again. 

He completely broke down into sobs now, doubling over and gasping for breath. The Irish boy clasped his hands together as he rocked himself slightly on the couch. “Please, God…” he choked out, turning his face up towards the ceiling. “Please, I know…I know it’s been a while since I’ve prayed or…or anythin’. But I need you. Please, I need him. I need my Daniel, please. Please, don’t––don’t let this be real. Please, bring him back to me. God, I can’t live without him, I c-can’t––I can’t do it. Please––” He broke off into fresh sobs, burying his face into his hands. 

It didn’t matter how much he prayed or begged. Daniel Bates was dead. And he’d taken Finn’s heart to the grave with him.