#And everyone is freaking out and so confused why she’s alive

[ravensuperr]

Prompt: Gotham Baby Switch Mystery (DCXDP)

Gotham City is in chaos. Major breaking news has just surfaced: a nurse or doctor (your pick) has been involved in switching the identities of nearly 200 babies over the course of their career. Gotham PD, working overtime alongside other police departments, has been investigating the swaps. The authorities now have a list of affected families, and the shocking implications are that the child you’ve cared for, loved, and raised with all your heart may not actually be yours. Worse yet, the child you buried may also have been someone else’s.

Among the families affected? The Wayne family. And, understandably, the Batfamily is freaking out. The questions are piling up: Does this mean we have a brother or sister out there in the world? Why hasn’t Bruce told us about this? Chaos ensues.

Bruce Wayne, however, is left with only one certainty: the child he and Talia al Ghul had together, a baby born prematurely. The child spent days in the ICU, and the doctors were hopeful, but ultimately, the baby passed away. That tragic event had driven a wedge between Bruce and Talia, and she cut ties with him. When she became pregnant with Damian, Talia did everything in her power to ensure that her second child would survive to term, determined not to lose another baby like their first.

Faced with the turmoil of this new revelation, Bruce does the only thing he can think of: he calls Talia. He tells her about the baby swap scandal and asks if, given the news, she’d like to meet the child who might be their lost son or daughter. Talia, understandably, is furious. Her emotions boil over. The trauma of burying her child, only to now be told that the baby may not have been hers at all, is too much to bear. Her first instinct is to kill the person responsible for causing this pain.

Still, Talia decides to take Bruce up on his offer. If the League of Assassins and Batman work together to gather information, she wants to know the truth. And of course, Damian has just discovered that he may have an older sibling—and he’s determined to meet them first. He’s not going to let anyone else in the family get to them first, calling dibs on being the first to see the once presumed-dead sibling.

Two months had passed, and there was still no new information about where in the world Bruce and Talia’s child was. However, since the news had broken in the U.S., many of Bruce’s friends had stepped in to help. Lex Luthor and Oliver Queen suggested that Bruce's child might have taken a DNA test, as it was becoming increasingly popular among adopted or orphaned individuals who wanted to find their birth parents or potential siblings—whether through sperm donation or other means.

That’s when they discovered that a 14-year-old kid from a small town in Illinois had done a DNA test. This was how Bruce, Talia, and the Bat family found out that their lost sibling—whom they all assumed was a boy—was alive. The confusion had arisen because, when she took the test, Danny had used her nickname, Danny Fenton, rather than her full name, Danielle Fenton, which led everyone to assume she was male. In contrast, Jazz, her older sibling, had written her full name—Jasmine Fenton—on her own test. So, when the Bat family found the results, they expected a boy but were unaware that Danny was, in fact, a girl.

However, Danny and Jazz’s parents, Jack and Maddie Fenton, had never opened the letter containing the letter explain the whole affair. . It had been sent to the Fenton household, but it was discarded as junk mail, with the Fentons assuming it was another complaint about their family, specifically Jack and Maddie’s eccentric, often controversial, scientific endeavors. No one realized the importance of the letter until much later.

The test results showed two key revelations that shocked both Danny and Jazz. First, the two were not biologically related at all. They were not sisters by blood. Second, the test revealed that one of Danny’s biological parents had Middle Eastern ancestry. This was a detail that Danny hadn’t known, nor had she ever suspected.

Meanwhile, as Danny was undergoing a strange and painful transformation, gaining her ghost powers and becoming a half-ghost, she unknowingly shared this moment with a significant event taking place far from Amity Park. On the other side of the world, John Constantine was battling demons. During one such fight, a particular demon expressed an intense fear, saying, “Are we really going through with this? I thought Lady Gotham would never agree to it. Hell, most of us demons don’t want to deal with her wrath.”

Constantine, intrigued, asked, “Why would a demon like you be afraid of Lady Gotham? I’ve met Batman and his insane family, and honestly, half the time, I don’t even believe they’re mortal. But what does Batman have to do with you? He doesn’t even know you.”

The demon paused, clearly shaken. “There was an event where Cronus ( Clockworks) called together all the demons, all the powerful beings, into the infinite realms. During that meeting, Cronus ( Clockworks) revealed one truth: the Ghost King will wake from his slumber. And only a warrior—not from the land of the living, nor from the Infinite realm—will be able to defeat him. This event will happen in every timeline Cronus has seen. But the parentage of the warrior changes with each timeline. This time, the warrior’s parentage is what scares us. Nobody wants to see the wrath of Lady Gotham.”

Constantine narrowed his eyes, sensing the gravity in the demon’s words. “What are you talking about?”

The demon continued, fear lacing its voice. “The decision that was made—bringing this individual, this warrior, into the fight—has caused a ripple effect across the ancient realms. Some of us, those who are eternal, those who have never known death, have already overstepped. Even some of the observers—beings who are supposed to remain neutral—have meddled. Now we have to deal with the consequences of our actions. And it’s not just us. It’s the entire infinite realm. We’re all doomed. Let us pray, Constantine, that the Ghost King never awakens. For when he does, and the warrior defeats him in single combat... that will be when all of our fears come to fruition. It will be the beginning of the end.”

Constantine’s stomach turned as the weight of the demon’s words settled in. “You’re serious, aren’t you?” he muttered under his breath.

“Deadly serious,” the demon replied. “What they’ve done… is beyond repair. And the worst part is, they didn’t even realize it. The actions of the living—specifically Lady Gotham and her vigilantes—have overstepped a boundary. The warriors of Gotham, the protectors, the police, the citizens—even the Joker—are all unknowingly playing a part in this colossal mistake. It wasn’t Darkside, or any of the other cosmic threats or even Supernatural threats that you and those Heroes have faced, that will bring about the end. NO It’s this one misstep. One moment of carelessness. One action, and now it’s too late.”

Constantine stood there, his mind racing. “This prophecy... It’s not just about one person, is it? It's about the whole damn city, the whole damn world.”

The demon nodded grimly. “Gotham is the key. And once the warrior rises, once the wrath of Lady Gotham is unleashed, nothing will stop it. Cronus himself is holding an emergency meeting about this, trying to figure out how to deal with it. And let me tell you—things are not looking good for anyone.”

Constantine cursed under his breath. He realized that the situation was far worse than he could have ever imagined. If the demon was right, and this prophecy was truly tied to Gotham, then they were all in serious trouble. And what terrified Constantine the most was the thought of Batman finding out that someone—someone he loved—was being manipulated, consciously or not. Batman didn’t care about the methods or the reasons; if anyone he cared about was caught up in a scheme like this, the consequences would be catastrophic.

“God help us,” Constantine muttered, more to himself than to the demon. “Because if this gets back to Gotham… none of us are getting out of this alive.”

So if this post gets a lot of likes I will make a part 2 continuing the story. Because this is something that has been stuck in my mind I just want to share it.

[sutxdreamwalker]

Ok, three words

Recom Aha’ri Au

That is all thank you

[konpeitonom]

hii can u do mw characters hallucinating their dead partner??:3thx btw love ur posts

tulpar crew hallucinating their dead partners.

sfw— lowercase intended ^_^

g/n reader (i think) — content warning for self harm/substance abuse.. so sorry!!

requests are open and heavily encouraged, i write for every mw character ^.^

notes; i was super excited to do this request! finally got around to doing it. sorry if this a wee bit inaccurate, i’ve never had severe hallucinations like what im portraying here but i tried my best anyway. take this as a happy 100+ follower celebration! never written for all the cast before so this was really fun. i don’t rlly like this haha but hopefully u guys do

curly

— i’d break him. and i think he wouldn’t be able to work properly as captain if they were frequent. and he’d feel a lot of guilt about that. everyone’s counting on him, he can’t be so hung up on the past.

— would confide in jimmy about it, and jimmy would make some comment about he’s not fit to work if he’s seeing hallucinations of his dead partner- maybe even shame him a little..

— i’d freak him out every time i’d happen. he’d have to leave the room if someone else was there, to go cry somewhere private.

— he already has issues sleeping, but i’d make it much worst. which would only make the hallucinations worst. he can never catch a break..

— he knows he’d never get over your passing, especially if it was tragic/something he could’ve prevented- but he didn’t think he’d go crazy like this.

jimmy

— he would be pissed, seriously. he’d go mad. he’d resort to drinking or self harm if it was possible.

— i only say self harm as a.. he’d stand right in front of you, cut himself and say stuff like.. “you wanted this, right? is that why you’re here? came back to fucking haunt me?”

— he’s completely scummy, and would start blaming you. his view of you would be completely tainted. but then would start feeling upset about how he’s ruined even the image of you.

— to ground himself, he’d just look at old pictures- maybe look at your old clothes if he got the chance. he doesn’t wanna ruin you, but he does. even in death, you can’t run from him.

— all around a mess. haha. he’s confused, maybe a little scared- but still selfish old jimmy..

— i mean, death is regular. it happens. people he’s known, been close to, have died. but for him to be seeing you? and so vividly too? that’s not normal, not at all.

anya

— anya would find a lot of comfort in it. she knows it isn’t healthy, but she can’t help but maybe enjoy it a little. it’s nice to know you’re always there, even if it’s just her mind playing tricks on her.

— i think the first time it happened, she’s very quick to pull herself together. and then she’s very self aware of what’s happening.

— i think she’d feel a lot of guilt.. you’ve passed, and you should rest easy- and here she is still clinging onto the past. you’d be upset if you saw her like this, which is the only reason she’d try to push it away.

— still though.. she can’t help it. you look so real, and who’s it hurting? it’s not hurting her, that’s for sure. it makes her happy.

— would do anything to feel your presence once more, maybe staring at your photo as she cuddles with a pillow.. purposely not sleeping, so the chances of her hallucinating you are higher..

swansea

— like jimmy, he’d go crazy. mentally, he’s struggled before, but not to the extent where he’s seeing vivid images of you. i’d scare the shit out of him.

— would.. likely delve back into alcoholism. what’s the point of being sober if his spouse isn't alive? not like they’ll know anyway. he’d feel maybe a bit of guilt but not enough to stop.

— he would not be able to work properly. maybe only with daisuke, as he knows he can’t break down infront of some kid. he’s old enough to know how to hold himself together.

— maybe similar to anya, there’s slight feelings of comfort. but he can’t do that to you, so he tries his best to move the fuck on over it.

daisuke

— he’d be scared, severely. as the youngest of the crew, he’s constantly hearing things about how life is only gonna get worse as you grow older.. and he thinks, ‘there’s things worse than hallucinating my dead partner in store for me?’

— would try to push through it. put on a happy face in front of his co-workers and parents, as you sit there in the back of his mind.

— he wouldn’t know what to do. he doesn’t wanna bother anyone, doesn’t wanna be a burden. he wants people to look at him and think highly of him, not pity him.

— spends a lot of his free time just.. laying in bed. distracting himself with his hobbies and interests no longer works as he can’t bring himself to care.

— he’d draw often, i think. mostly you. only because he knows how upset you’d be if you found out he’d given up drawing.

[mochinek0]

Drama-Bomb: Part 2

1

As Damian entered the Manor, everyone was waiting for him. He could tell everyone was on edge.

"Talia was here." Bruce stated.

"Yes." Damian spoke, setting multiple bags down.

"Why?" Jason questioned.

"Mother came to visit and make sure Father was adequate to parent me." Damian explained.

"And if not?" Dick asked, after an eerie silence.

Damain huffed, "She said her door is open, if I choose to return. She will not force me; it is my choice. "

They all sighed in relief. They had already decided to go all out on patrol and keep every communication point open, in case they spotted her.

"So," Tim questioned, "What exactly did you two talk about?"

Bruce's phone beeped, gaining their attention.

He glared, "Why is there an $8000 charge to my card?"

Damian tossed it to him, "Mother and I ate dinner and went shopping. We were in public and there was no mention of the League. She was questioning my studies and social skills. Mother expresses her gratitude."

Bruce just groaned in response.

"Hey, Damian." Tim called, amused.

"What?" he asked, annoyed.

Tim turned his phone around and showed them a girl with Damian on the home surveillance, "Who's the chick?"

'I should have scrubbed the security footage before I left.'

Dick grabbed the phone out of his hands. There was no audio but he had seen Damian walk over and grab her hands.

'Awwww.'

Jason looked over as she left, right before Talia and Damian.

He looked up at him, "Brat, she's still alive, right?"

Damian rolled his eyes and picked up his bags, "Of course she is."

"Did you get confessed to?" his eldest brother asked, excitedly, as Damian walked up the steps.

"Why would my girlfriend need to confess?" the youngest retaliated.

"Girlfriend?" they all shouted.

"Since when?" Tim demanded.

Damian gave a far off look and shrugged, "A few years now."

Tim sputtered. Dick was freaking out about how he hadn't known while Jason was questioning the end of the world. Bruce looked at his son confused.

"So much for the World's Greatest Detective, Father." Damian declared, "Mother has taken a shine to her. We're having dinner here, tomorrow, at the manor."

"We as in who?" Bruce asked, already feeling low.

"My girlfriend, myself and Mother." Damian declared, "Mother wished to speak to her. You're invited to attend. Be on your best behavior; none of those fake facades from your gatherings, either. I'd ask them not to act like children, but what's the point?"

Damian continued up the stairs. He had bought some fabric for his girlfriend and he couldn't wait to show her the pictures. 

[taylormarieee]

~Entranced~ sam winchester

Summary: You were a belly dancer and a singer, when Sam and Dean had to investigate you because your sister had gone missing, he couldn’t help but be entranced by you. In other words, he couldn’t help but want to get into your pants…

Word Count: 3.4k (wowzers)

Pairing: Sam Winchester x WOC!bellydancer

Warnings: porn with plot, long ass story line, obsessed sam, wingman dean, enticing reader, mentions of death and demons, typical supernatural tingz, smut, sexual tension, dirty talk, pet names (sweetheart, pretty lady, etc.) pussy whipped sam, sam drunk off readers love, reader is in love with sam, creampie, oral (male and fem receiving), cowgirl, use of 18+ language, MDNI!!!! enjoy cuz he's been on my mind for a long time.

A/N: ok hey guyyssss! I’ve been fantasizing about Sam ALOT lately like specifically season 2 Sammy so enjoy this smutty whoretastic slutty ass fic because I was indeed ovulating🙏🏽😭😁

*thump thump thump*

you smile as your body and hips move to the rhythm of the song. you were dancing and singing your heart out. mostly getting hollered at and whistled at along with a string of cheers. you laugh and smile as you move to the beat.

all of a sudden you feel yourself being watched. yes, that sounded stupid as there were hundreds of people watching you but these certain pair of eyes were burning. you could feel it.

you look around and walk all over the stage and that's when you see him. a man in a black suit along with another hot guy staring the same lust full daggers your way as everyone else.

but the other one, his hair was long and such a luscious brown. his eyes held one of admiration, as if you were admiring the mona lisa at an art gallery.

you liked him. he was cute, sexy even and that you certainly couldn't deny. when you got done with your performance you asked one of the security guards if they could kindly bring the two boys over to you backstage.

"hello boys, anything I can help you with?" you ask as you wipe off some sweat from your face.

"how'd you know we needed help?" the shorter one asked with a smirk on his face as he steps closer to you.

"well for starters, your both dressed in suits, sat in the back of the club all mysteriously, staring daggers right at me and shall I go on?" you list with a smile on your face.

you shift your weight from one foot to the other as you glance between the two of them.

the both of them look at each other and then chuckle. "guess you got us there" the taller one states with his charming smile.

"what are your names again? and who do you work for?" you asked as you sat down gesturing them to sit as well.

"oh I'm detective roadkill and this is detective showers." dean speaks out with a smirk.

"were FBI." he says as your face scrunches up into one of concern and confusion.

"why would FBI agents show up at our little club, no ones done anything wrong I hope, one of the main reasons we have security." you say with a dry chuckle.

"no no, not at all, uhm were looking in to the disappearance of your sister melisa?" sam asks.

"I-I don't feel like talking about it. she's not gone, she's dead." you say with tears prickling in your eyes.

"how would you possibly know that? police never found a body." dean says.

"exactly, main reason why I don't believe she disappeared or it was some freak kidnapping. even if she was kidnapped, she's been gone for 3 weeks, what are the possible chances she is alive? hm?" you say pacing and throwing your hands about.

"I know she's dead. I can feel it. It's a sibling thing, you two wouldn't understand." you explain.

"oh trust me, I get it. see I have this brother. means the world to me and yea he can be a real pain in the ass sometimes." he says with a chuckle which causes you to giggle too.

"I love him regardless because no matter how much we argue, I know he means well and just wants to protect me." sam finishes.

dean looks at him and you hum. they really thought you were stupid. you knew who they were, you just hated how these hotties could lie to you.

"sam, dean. this was a really fun talk but I don't know where my sister is." you say smirking at them with their confused faces facing you in return.

"H-How did you-"

"how did I know? oh it's pretty obvious, see word gets around that some fbi agents are asking around for my sister and then I find out you two are hunters? yea I am one of the ones that knows what's going on around here. what really goes bump in the night. what really lurks in the shadows when your not paying attention. my dad was a hunter, just like you guys. just like your dad." you say circling them as you go to pour them a drink.

"wow, that was-" sam starts.

"smart? impressive? amazingly cool?" you ask handing them the drinks.

"I was going to say hot. That was really hot but you know, those words work too." he says chuckling.

"aww thanks sam, I really appreciate it." you respond as you take a sip of your whiskey.

"ok seriously, we wanna help you. If you really know what's going on then maybe we can still save other people including your sister." sam states.

"now did you smell any sulfur in her house or maybe saw black smoke or maybe she was acting aggressive and erratically before her disappearance?" dean asks scooting up in his seat more.

"uhm not that I can recall. she was normal. my sister was a kind soul, she would never even hurt a damn fly. I mean the first week of her disappearance I thought it was her douchebag of a boyfriend. ex-boyfriend i should say, that ungrateful son of a bitch." you say with spite.

"oh so was he a suspect?" dean asks.

"ofc he was! He was the main suspect, but it was also stupid for the cops to think I would kill my own sister, like that's insanity." you argue.

"alright so, if it's not ghost or demonic possession..." dean starts.

"then what the hell is it?" sam asks. all of you shrug and sit in silence for a second.

"hey I got a question for you." dean asks you. you look up at him and nod with a hum.

"you think sammy could stay with you tonight?" dean asks. your eyes widen and sam turns to dean with a incredulous look.

"no it's fine." he turns to you and says. "I don't understand why I can't just stay at the motel dean, what the hell are you doing?" he whisper-yells to dean.

"you've been making googly eyes all freakin' night, just stop stressin' and get laid. trust me you need it. your veins popping out." he says as he clears his throat.

"so, can he? It would be really appreciated, see I have stuff to do and I don't want him to be in there alone, so maybe he can keep you company? plus we have no clue if whatever this thing is an M.O. and might come after you too." dean convincingly explains which persuades you to say...

"yea sure dean, sam it's ok. I'm cool with it, you can stay with me, i've got a cozy house." you say with a smile.

"plus I gotta get up outta here anyway, shall we?" you ask swaying your hips as you walk towards the door and walk out leading sam and dean out the back.

they watch your ass and hips sway and that beautiful little outfit you belly dancers always wore. sam couldn't keep it in anymore, he was entranced. obsessed. lured in like a moth drawn to a flame.

"here take m-my jacket. you must be cold." sam offers. you smile and accept it with a thank you, after all you were wearing a bra like top that covered little.

your hand brushed his for a mere second and it felt like electricity surged through you both.

you slide your arms through the sleeves of his jacket as you walk towards your car. your keys jingling in the process as they dangle from your hip.

you unlock the car and prop yourself in the drivers seat as same props himself in the passengers seat.

"oooo it really is cold out, thanks again for the jacket sam, don't know what I would do without you." you seductively say, without the intention of trying to be seductive but thankful instead.

"yea n-no problem. just me being me." he says as you start the engine turning up the A/C and backing out the parking lot.

sam looks out the window and notices dean in the impala with two thumbs up and a smirk on his face to which he rolls his eyes at and begs to god you don't see deans childish acts.

~ TRENTON, NEW JERSEY, 2007, 10:26PM @ YOUR HOUSE~

"get cozy, looks like your going to be here for a while." you say with a smile, shrugging off his jacket to place on the coat rack.

he takes off his shoes and makes his way immediately towards your fireplace and your couch.

you watch him trudge over there and sit down his tall lean figure finally shrinking just a bit but when he sits back up his broad shoulders are back on display.

‘god what was wrong with you.’ you thought, you just couldn’t get him out of your head.

but luckily the same goes for him because you racked his brain since the moment his eyes laid a glance at your face.

you were so enticing and enchanting, of course a guy like sam couldn’t resist, he was whipped for you so badly and you didn’t even know it.

“are you hungry sammy? can i even call you sammy or is that a you and dean thing?” you ask bringing over a bowl of grapes and some wine for you and a beer for him.

“you can call me whatever you want- i-i mean yea! you can call me sammy i don’t mind.” he stutters out nervously

you him again and take a sip of the wine straight from the bottle. sam watched as your plump and glossy lips wrap around the top of the bottle wishing it was his dick instead.

he gulps as he watches your throat bob up and down as you swallow the wine.

he quickly takes a swig of his beer and you watch his Adam’s Apple bob up and down. you watched as he wraps his lips around the beer bottles top wishing it was your clit.

the tension in the room was clearly escalating just a tiny bit. 'was it just you or is it hot in here.' you thought.

you take another sip of the wine and tuck your legs under one another as if in a criss-cross motion.

"so, what do you wanna do now? dean said he won't be back for a couple of hours." sam asks.

"honestly I usually shower and go right to bed after long nights like these, but I wasn't exactly expecting company so i'm stumped here." you say with a slight chuckle.

"yea sorry to be such a burden." sam says with a playful roll of his eyes. you scoff not seeing his eye roll and take his statement the wrong way.

"look i never said you were a burden, i'm just confused on how to entertain a fucking hunter sam." you speak with slight aggression in your tone.

"look, i was just joking with you. If you took my statement the wrong way i'm sorry. I'll totally leave." he says getting up to go grab his jacket.

'n-no sammy wait. I-fuck. I didn't mean that, i'm sorry. It's just been a really long day and I'm just stumped ok, please stay?" you apologize.

"ok, if you want to go take a shower and rest that's fine by me, i'll stay.' he says standing quite dangerously close to you.

you inhale his scent for a second, his scent bringing you comfort and warmth. you don't even realized you closed a few inches in the gap between you two.

"w-what are you doing?" sam asks. his hands stuck at his side just itching to touch you. you take note of it.

"do you wanna touch me sammy?" you asks seductively. you glide your hand up and down his chest as you stare up at him with your seductive eyes.

"w-what?" he stutters out nervously. he gulps as your hand goes lower and lower.

"I said, do you want to touch me sam." you repeat your previous question. "I know you want to, your hands are twitching." you say smugly.

"fuck, uhm yea. I do, very badly." he says as he moves his hands to grab your waist. you moan at the warmth of his hands on your body.

"I know you wanna kiss me." you whisper in his ear. your on your tiptoes as sam is much taller than you.

you grab his belt to pull him closer and that was his breaking point. his lips are immediately on yours in a feverish and desperate pent up kiss.

you both fumble with his belt and trip over each others feet. you both eventually fall to the floor letting out a fit of giggles and laughs at your clumsy shenanigans.

"fuck, your so gorgeous you know that?" sam compliments. you smile and kiss him again.

"and your so handsome, thank god your parents got together." you say with a grin as you unclip your bra.

he unbuttoned his nicely pressed shirt and unbuttoned and unzipped his dress pants.

your both crawling towards the couch now, sam ripping off the cushions and you taking off the rest of your outfit leaving you in your underwear only.

pretty black laced panties to match your outfit. his eyes bulged out of his head at the sight of you. your body was gorgeous. everything about you was gorgeous, your personality as well.

"god damn your beautiful." he whispers as he sinks into the couch and you climb on top of him.

"thank you sammy. can you please fuck me now." you ask.

with a primal like growl, sam rolls you over so he's now on top of you. "oh sweetheart, gotta prep you first. don't think you can take big ole me by yourself now can you?" he teases as he kissed down your body.

after an agonizingly long trip downwards, his lips finally coming in contact with the place you've been wanting him most all night.

his warm breath hits your soaking entrance and his skilfully long tongue teases your clit.

"f-fuck sammy, pleasee-ngh- please just fuck me I'll be a good girl for you p-please." you beg as you feel one finger slot itself inside of you.

you moan out at the feeling. the feeling of pain and pleasure combined as he stretches you out. 'fuck you haven't felt this good since your last boyfriend.' you thought.

your brain was soonly erased by the feeling of sam's second finger entering your dripping hole. his lips whispering dirty things into your cunt as he licks and slurps your cunt.

you tug on his hair and cry out his name, how can someone fingers and tongue work so skillfully together at the same time.

"yes sam! right fucking there, fuck fuck fuck-ngh-ugh! yea yea, holy shit daddy!" you scream out.

he moans into your cunt at hearing you call him daddy. you were a lot younger than him, he was 5 years older than you. he loved this dominance he had over you, but he became feral whenever you tugged his hair.

desperate to get off as he ruts himself against the couch. a feeling of ecstacy washing over you and determination washing over sam. he was going to make you cum and then he was gonna rearrange your guts like never before.

your walla clench and tighten around him and he groans at how rough your tugging on his lucious brown locks. your crying his name out like a prayer over and over again.

you moan one last time before silently letting out a scream as you convulse and shake as your orgasm floods your entire body.

"oohhhh fuckkk!" you moan out as your orgasmic feeling washes away intensely.

"was I good baby?'" sam asks curiously. his lips stained with your arousal and essence. you grab his face pulling him closer to you as you kiss him sloppily getting a taste of yourself off of his tongue.

"you did amazing baby, now lemme help you. looks painful." you suggest staring at his rock hard boner through his boxers.

a wet patch on the front from his precum and getting himself all worked up.

you let him sit on the couch normally and tug his boxers down slowly. he whines when the refreshing air hits his tip.

his tip is a pretty color, a nice hue of pink. ready... waiting to be sucked and fucked on.

you lick the precum around his tip and on his shaft. you engulf his tip in your mouth wanting to get more of a taste and he moans. he watches your pretty lips engulf him and swallow him whole.

he holds the back of your head pushing you down further and getting lost in the haze of lust. he moans out your name a little louder each time you gag around him.

your throat was so wet and so warm. your saliva pooling at the corners of your mouth. you mascara surrounding the under parts of your eyes as tears stream down your face in slow motion.

your head bobs faster and faster, you gagging each time but you didn't care you wanted to taste his cum inside your mouth, you wanted it so deep down your throat that you wouldn't stop until he was crying.

you wanted sam winchester and sam winchester wanted you.

he pushes you off him quickly when he feels his release approaching.

"no no wait i'm gonna cum! I don't wanna cum like this, I want it inside you. wanna creampie you and give y-you babies." he whines out.

you smirk and kiss him softly, "ok sam. gimme all your babies, come inside me like a good little boy hmm?" you asks seductively as you push sweaty strands of hair out of his pretty face.

you climb back on top of him and sink slowly down on to him. you cry out a bit at the pain of the stretch, he really was a big boy.

"he whines and the grip on your waist tightens. you moan and feel his cock slowly piercing you more and more and the feeling of pain easily subsides once he's in you all the way.

"I'm going to start moving now ok sam?" you confirm and he nods with a hazy smile.

he's drunk of you. eyes and mind entranced by you. filled with you. he's literally inside you. he's encompassed by you, your smell, your words. everything.

sam winchester is a simp for you and there's nothing that could change his mind.

your bounces start off slow and then they rapidly speed up in pace. your both moaning and groaning, incapable of holding them in any longer.

you needed to hear him as he needed to hear you. he honeslt ydidn't think hearing you moan could get him any more harder but it did.

you were both close now, on to your second orgasm of the night while trying to get him off on his first.

"sammy I-fuck-ngh. I love you so much sam, please give me your babies please!" you scream out as you gush all over his cock. "come on cum in me please!" you scream out.

sam groans as his climax hits him like a wave, he explodes. loads and loads of semen just squirting inside you. you sigh a sigh of happiness and content.

he was filled to the brim with cum and it was just never ending. he stays inside you for a bit, slowly but weakly thrusting up into you to keep his cum inside you.

your both panting and out of breath. he smiles and you do to giving him a long and passionate kiss.

"hey." you say with a giggle

"hey beautiful." he says chuckling.

"wanna go upstairs with me to you know, rinse the night off?" you asks with a smile as you slowly slip off his cock, hissing as you do so.

before sam can even respond your losing your balance causing you to fall over. you grab onto the fireplace mantle for stability as sam gets up to help you.

he grabs on to your waist and holds you there before smirking and picking you up bridal style.

"let's go get that shower huh? and then you are going to bed pretty lady." he says with a smirk.

your face is flushed even more than before and your flustered before wrapping your arms around his neck and snuggling into his embrace.

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could i maybe request a blurb where everyone finds out what shauna was doing with jackie in the meatshed, and you’re the only one that sides with/ doesn’t turn against her? like sure she’s a little freak but look at her! she’s so sad! who could possibly be mean to her???

- 🦔

shaunaaaaaa!! :( why do you guys love to see her suffer on this blog? (also, mind you, i just wrote this on my phone while watching a movie and i didn’t beta read…)

the freezing cold bites at your cheeks as you stand outside the cabin. the tension hangs heavier than it ever did before, a new low you didn’t think was possible. shauna stands before you in the snow, arms wrapped tightly around herself, her face pale and blanker than you’ve seen it so far.

“she’s been in there talking to jackie!” tai’s voice is sharp, almost disgusted but mostly confused. “holding her hand, doing her make up! do you realize how insane that is?” she gestures wildly toward the meat shed. “she’s been braid-“ tai chokes on the word. “braiding her hair. jesus, shauna”

shauna flinches, just barely, but you catch it. her lip trembles for half a second before she tightens her jaw, locking down any vulnerability.

“she’s gone, shauna,” tai presses, stepping closer, the anger in her voice rising. “jackie’s dead. and whatever you’re doing in that shed? it’s it’s not normal!”

the others linger nearby, silent but visibly uneasy: nat leans against the side of the cabin with her arms crossed over her chest, lottie stands a little further back, watching the scene unfold, whereas van fidgets awkwardly, her gaze darting between tai and shauna as if she’s unsure whether to intervene or stay out of it.

in the end, it’s you who steps up. “that’s enough!”

tai turns on you instantly, her eyes narrowing. “what?”

“i said, that’s enough,” you repeat firmly, stepping closer to shauna. you purposefully place yourself between her and tai, shielding shauna from her angry glare.

“oh, so you’re fine with this?” tai snaps, her arms flying up in disbelief. “with her acting like jackie’s still alive? do you even get how screwed up that is?”

“she’s grieving” you reason, refusing to back down. “i get that this…whatever she’s doing, probably isn’t healthy, but yelling at her isn’t going to help!”

tai lets out a sharp laugh, though it lacks any humor. “unbelievable. you’re actually defending this? her?”

“yes, tai. i am” thankfully, your voice doesn’t waver. you glance back at shauna, who’s staring at you with wide, tear-filled eyes. “she’s sad. she lost her best friend. yeah, maybe she’s handling it in a way we don’t understand, but that doesn’t mean we get to tear her down for it!”

tai’s mouth opens like she’s about to argue, but for the first time, she seems at a loss for words.

“jesus fucking christ,” nat mutters, breaking the silence. she rubs her temples, breath puffing in the cold air. “this is such a shitshow”

you ignore her, focusing on shauna instead, whose shoulders are beginning to shake. gently, you reach out and take her arm, tugging her away from the center of the group. “come on,” you tell her softly. “you don’t need to deal with this right now”

shauna lets you guide her back towards the warmth of the cabin, her steps slow and hesitant at first.

behind you, tai lets out an exasperated noise, but she doesn’t follow yet. you hear van mutter something under her breath, but it’s muffled by the wind, and you don’t care enough to turn back and ask.

you lead shauna back and inside, the noise of the others fading into the background. “i-” she starts, her voice barely above a whisper. then she shakes her head, squeezing her eyes shut.

“you don’t have to explain, not to me”

her lip trembles again, and this time, the tears finally come. they roll silently down her cheeks as she stands there, shoulders hunched, her entire body shaking with the effort to hold herself together. you step closer, pulling her into a hug without hesitation. for a moment, shauna stiffens, but then she crumples against you, burying her face in your shoulder as the sobs finally break free.

“i’ve got you,” you murmur, your hand gently running up and down her back. “It’s okay, shauna. i’ve got you”

[bronze-and-silver-keys]

I just realized the fifth trial of v3 could have gone COMPLETELY different in my ghost au oh no

// SPOILERS for Danganronpa V3

I rewatched the trial recently and just got to the end when Kaito exits the Exisal to stop everyone from reaching the wrong vote, and it got me thinking.

We aren't completely sure whether Kokichi was killed by the hydraulic press or by the poison. It could've been totally possible for him to succumb to the poison while he was laying on the press waiting for it to lower.

We have no idea how long it actually takes for the Strike-9 poison to circulate through the body, and after Kaito and Kokichi switched places, he could've succumbed to the poison while Kaito was getting back up to the controls and setting back up to lower the press.

It's totally possible for him to have died of the poison and for Maki to be the actual Blackened, but as the player we had no way of confirming his cause of death. Not even Monokuma knew because the cameras were disabled! That was the whole shtick of the case! Monokuma relied completely on Shuichis deduction for this, and he concluded that Kokichi was killed with the press.

BUT in ghost au, we WOULD get confirmation of the killer and victim but not until that moment that Kaito exited the Exisal.

Kokichis ghost could've been hanging out in there through the whole trial until that point and exited with Kaito to see everyone's expressions up close. No one would really have made the conclusion that killers see their victims ghost until they became a Blackened themselves, but Kaito didn't know that so he wouldn't have been off put by not seeing Kokichis ghost. Dude was scared of ghosts after all so it would've sent him into a panic attack anyway.

But imagine when Kaito exits the Exisal and Kokichi's bloodied ghost follows, only visible to Maki. Imagine her shock when she sees both of them still supposedly alive in front of her. Imagine the rage that would boil her blood and send her bolting over to Kokichi to try to strangle or stab him, reaching out for his spindly neck to take him down-

Only for her to phase right through him.

She falls to the floor, to her hands and knees and is hit with an entirely new shock at the realization. Oh. Oh no. Shuichi and Kaito are moving to help her up and pay no attention to the bloodied Kokichi standing beside them, asking her if she's okay after tripping like that.

That's why Gonta was acting so weird in the previous trial, saying that Miu was still with them and even more confused about why there was a trial being held. They dismissed it as her being with them in spirit, but the others had no clue how literal that was.

Kaede didn't kill Rantaro, but if she had, it would've been a dead giveaway if she was freaking out about a ghost.

Kirumis spiral at the end of her trial was probably driven by Ryoma teasing her with the occasional quip until she lost it.

Korekiyo has probably seen enough ghosts to last a lifetime, so two more would've been nothing.

Only when Gonta had killed Miu did things click.

Maki would look at Kokichi in abject horror, and he would stare back with the exact same expression because this would completely ruin his plan. She would absolutely take the chance to give up her own life to save Kaito. She had done it so many times throughout the trial already, but that was just denial. Denial that Kaito could've been dead and that she could've been the one that killed him.

The trial would drag on for longer, and Shuichi would reach the same conclusion that killers saw their victims ghost. Kaito's skin would go cold because, if that's true, then why couldn't he see Kokichi? He was supposed to be the Blackened. Not Maki. Not Maki.

Maki and Kaito would argue for both stances, desperate to save the other, until Monokuma confirms that, yes, the Blackeneds can see the ghost of their respective victim, because hey, Tsumugi has been able to see Rantaro this entire time. On the cameras, the other culprits have been talking to themselves after killing their victims, but not in a mental spiral. More of a conversation with the dead body before them, except the victim was responding.

Maki would be executed because of this, and Kaito's moral would tank because he a) just lost the love of his life, b) survived when he wasn't supposed to and c) all of that work, all of that planning Kokichi had put into this trial to end the killing game once and for all was completely wasted. He would go numb. He was ready to give up his own life for this, but Maki didn't deserve this. Maki was supposed to live, not him. This wasn't fair. It wasn't fair. The only thing trusting Kokichi got him was the love of his life dying before his very eyes when it was supposed to be him.

Oh God now i wanna write a fic where this happens

[byers-bowlcut]

Mike’s love for El being platonic, and not romantic, and realizing it over the course of season 3 reconciles nearly every contradiction with his behaviour.

He stands like a gay scarecrow as she kisses him in front of Will’s closet. That's him realizing that when he blurted out "I love her and I can't lose her again!" he meant it platonically. But her saying "ily too” WAS CLEARLY NOT PLATONIC, so now he’s left very confused (If he was simply shocked by the fact that she overheard him, he would’ve been surprised initially, and then kissed her back, and been all emotional and happy. But he wasnt.) 

In fact he probably realized his heart fluttered when Will said “not possible” to him in the scene literally 1 minute prior, but NOT when his gf was attempting to make out with him? That’s clearly a problem! lol

This leads flawlessly into season 4.

Mike has apparently been refusing to even write the word 'love’ in his letters for 6 whole months. Why? Cause he didn't want them to look like love letters.

Meanwhile, he’s jealous of Will painting something for a girl. So he argues with Will about growing apart.

El argues with him about not saying ily. In the fight, he deflects romantic connotations with words like “care” and superhero idolization that he seems suuuper into this season.

He NODS when Will says “What if they don’t like the truth?”. That’s him thinking “Yeah, El won’t like the truth that I don't return her romantic feelings.”

In the van, he says their meeting was dumb luck and anyone could've been there for her that night. That’s hinting that he was just being a decent human. Not that it was a fated love at first sight meeting.

Then Will says, “You’re afraid of losing her”. And THAT is the true issue here.

This whole concept of ‘losing El’ (be it in relationship/daily life, or in death), is scary to Mike, because of what he went through seasons 1-2. At 12 years old, he saw another kid that he developed a bond with, die right in front of his freaking eyes. But they didn’t have a body or anything. So Mike kept getting signs and intuitive feelings that she was still alive. So he questioned his own sanity. For a WHOLE YEAR. Can you imagine how traumatic that is? And then for a kid that age?? That’s exactly why he develops an unhealthy codependency with her in Season 3. And we see it have a negative impact on the unity of the party, and on Will.

But a traumatic response doesn’t change the fact that Season 3 transitions us through the party’s puberty and growth into teenage hood. 

And because of said puberty, Mike starts to realize what actual attraction towards someone is, or in this case… isnt.

Like if we think about the first two seasons, for a 12-13 year old living in that type of society, era, and a picture perfect white suburban American family, it would’ve been really really hard to figure it out back then! Like simply becoming very close friends with the opposite gender caused everyone (cough Nancy cough Lucas) to tell him that “ooooh you must like her”. So yeah, he thinks “I really must like her”. Because he does! He just can’t separate it from actual romantic attraction at that point due to age, and strong heteronormative standards, and no role models like Jonathan telling him “it’s okay to stray from the norm bro”. So of course he acts on it? That’s the NORM. He’s like, “You’re supposed to take a girl you like to the ball”, “We're supposed like girls now”, “This is what growing up means”, “This what old people do”. Like HELLO? Mike says stuff similar to that constantly. Dustin and Lucas do not. So yeah, it can be easily be read as heteronormativity. Not romantic attraction!

And so despite wanting to spend every day in the summer with El because of copious amounts of trauma from S1-2, he can’t continue believing its romantic attraction when his hormones say otherwise. 

Like just look at their kissing scenes S3-4:

Seasons 3 starts with him pulling her hands OFF of him when kissing. He’s voluntarily kissing her instead of spending time with his friends, cause he thinks that’s what he’s supposed to do as he’s “not a kid anymore!”, yet he’s evidently not even enjoying it if he’s taking her hands off lol. Then by the end of the season he doesn’t even kiss back, and has his eyes wide open. Then six months later, when he’s way more self aware of his own feelings, this dude wears SUNGLASSES to the airport. We (and all the characters there) can’t even see his true expression when kissing her. And what’s more, he puts the bouquet of flowers between their bodies, to SEPARATE FASTER. When he could’ve very easily put that hand/arm around her, not between them (that's what he does with his other hand holding the bags).  

And all of this: all this repression, the contradictions, the unsaid things... it all culminates to the monologue. Will told Mike in the van that El really needed him. And then Will reminds him of this again when El is in the piggyback, cause Will is annoying! (jokes lol). So of course, all rationality, all of Mike's realizations or progression, goes out the window. After all, he is THE HEART. He is needed by her. He can’t go through what he went through in season 1-2 again! It doesn’t matter if it’s not totally true. He needs to tell her what she wants to hear so she won’t DIE. The stakes are extremely high. So he delivers. He even takes all his knowledge of mediocre romance stories, and blurts out that it was love at first sight. It's silly to us the audience, cause if you actually go back and watch season 1 you can see that it's not even fucking true. 

So why would he lie? Well because he doesn’t KNOW when he fell in love with El. Because he never fell in love with her. So yeah. It’s PLATONIC with a capital P.

(And to add a cherry on top, he gives his sister’s ring to her jfc) 

[lvrcpid]

how everyone reacted to you and neteyams death. (requested.)

includes: jake feeling shitty about himself. sullyfamilyxgn!reader. angst. if you haven’t read the main story, read it before reading this here

jake:

probably felt the worst. you always voiced how he was too hard on the both of you, you really only having the courage to stand up to your father. he didn’t really have time to grieve the loss of his two children but when he did , it hit him hard. jake isn’t one to cry, but realizing you two were gone forever tore that wall down he tried so desperately to keep up.

neytiri:

i feel so bad for her. her grief turned into anger. she wished it was her instead of the two of you. she carried your body while jake carried neteyams body to the bottom of the ocean. she was mainly upset and confused. why did both of you have to die? neytiri knew she wasn’t going to get that answer till the day she was reunited with her children. she just misses the lights of her life. her first steps into motherhood

lo’ak:

oh god. lo’ak was a mess when you and neteyam passed. frantically asking everyone if they knew why this happened, nobody could give an answer, they just didn’t know. baby beats himself up over it pretty badly and blames himself like it was all his fault :( you were his rock and neteyam was his idol. now it’s all up to him to carry your legacies until he takes his last breath, finally getting to see his siblings. probably doesn’t wanna go to the tree of souls, he’s only 14 it’s a lot of emotions to handle.

kiri:

shuts down immediately. probably stops going into the water since it’s possibly a trigger for her. definitely keeps your guys’ things in her hammock and sleeps with them since they still smell like you both. probably gives lo’ak a few items to give him peace at night. she probably has nightmares as well :( constantly huddled under neytiri telling her she misses you guys.

tuk:

it breaks my heart to write this ngl. poor tuk cries nonstop. it’s hard to get her to stop but when she does she kind of forgets. toddles her way over to your hammocks to ask to play and jake has to quietly remind her that you both aren’t coming home. cue waterworks. probably sits in neteyams spot for dinner and yours for breakfast. poor baby didn’t wanna move from your bodies , convincing herself you both were just sleeping :(

bonus!

neteyam:

it took him about a few days to process you both had died. he didn’t wanna freak you out or anything so he didn’t mention it to you, he wanted you to come to terms with it on your own. he felt like it was all his fault , you were robbed of life because of him. neteyam felt so guilty . like the guilt was eating him alive almost. constantly apologizing. he wanted to make the best out of it so he would constantly take you to meet passed family members he’d already met and take you to do your favorite things you did while you were alive.

a.n// NOW YALL DEF HATE ME FOR THIS. i hoped anonie who requested this likes it mwah mwah

[casanovawrites]

random sentence prompts  ━ from various tv shows, part 16

i don’t think i’ve ever been this fucking tired.

sometimes people act like one thing, even though they’re something else.

that little bit of hope, that’s the part i couldn’t bear.

i would give anything to feel like a good person again.

best way to make us suffer is to give us hope.

piecing this together is like trying to grab hold of water.

so far, i’m underwhelmed. 

i don’t want a relationship. i just want to be with you all the time.

i just wanna know why everyone always abandons me.

i can’t be around you anymore. it’s confusing, and it makes me feel insane.

you didn’t take me out of love, you took me out of spite. 

don’t let love make you out to be a fool. leave before you’re left.

you are a lonely, selfish, narcissistic asshole. 

every time i look at you, i feel so completely dismantled. 

i have people who mean more to me than you would ever understand. 

always surprised to see you so tenderhearted. 

that’s more like salvation than a simple favor.

when i think about the specifics too much, i just get sad.

i let my ego get in the way of a lot of good shit in my life.

it’s easier to lose interest than to work through things. 

it’s my life. it’s already over in the first place. 

i only wanted to leave because i’ve never felt seen here.

do you wanna be right, or do you wanna have your family?

you’re exactly like me. that’s the problem.

i just wanna feel normal. please help me feel normal.

it felt like we were changing the world.

i am so sorry i freaked out. it will not happen again.

i thought that work would distract me.

you challenged me, and in return, i made you feel small. i’m sorry.

you said that we were bad for each other.

why is my fucking point of view the one everyone’s assuming is wrong?

sometimes it feels like i’m watching other people experience things.

you know, sometimes i think you just lie for the fun of it.

i fucking love that. i love when you stoop to my level.

sometimes i just wanna feel so normal that i’m almost boring.

that’s the thing about liars. they look just like everybody else.

i don’t hate you. what good is that gonna do?

i feel angry, sad, betrayed. i don’t hate you, i feel bad for you.

i feel bad for you because you aren’t the good person you thought you were. that’s gotta hurt, knowing that.

i'm either all in or all out. i need to find a way forward.

when you are ready, this will make you stronger. better.

you either adapt, or you lose your mind.

don’t tell me you’re pretty, privileged, and humorless.

you know, at some point, we’re gonna have to start trusting each other. 

i used to be a happier person.

thank you for not being full of shit.

she was a nuisance as a child and a horror show as a teen. 

i’m so sick of hearing everybody’s opinions about me.

i don’t think you’re pathetic. i just want you to be careful.

i’m done looking like a fucking idiot, so i’m asking you to treat me with some respect from now on.

i just got you back. i’m not losing you again.

everyone was so scared, there was no time to be angry.

i believed in you. don’t you get that?

would you rather i just pick you apart and make you feel like shit?

what you want is for me to read your mind so i can say whatever you want to hear at any given time.

i was already on my fucking own.

whatever this is, it’s you and i.

i couldn’t kill you. i’d probably just cry.

if we’re gonna do this, we’re doing it together.

this seems like a really good plan to piss off my parents, so i’m in.

do things around here feel different to you?

scared people do scary things. even the good ones.

i know we don’t right now. but could we make sense again?

we keep playing with fire, and we need to stop before we burn our lives down.

i am the one who keeps people alive.

which fucking nightmare am i supposed to be afraid of?

i cant help if i’m in the dark.

every time something good happens, something bad comes to ruin it.

whatever this is, we are stronger than this.

will i ever feel normal again?

i think this is your normal now. and everyday, you’ll get a little more comfortable with it.

[natsvenom]

Lost & Found - PART 2 | Kol Mikaelson x Salvatore!Reader

SHORT SERIES | PART 1

SUMMARY: 10 years after becoming a vampire, you discover you still have the ability to siphon. No amount of research you do helps you discover why, and you were never able to do it again. You meet a girl named Mary Porter and she tells you there's someone who can help you, but he's the most dangerous man alive, and one of the first vampires to ever roam the earth. But what other choice did you have?

WARNINGS: Minor violence

It had been 44 years ago when you became a vampire. For the longest time you hated yourself, you lacked the one thing you always seemed to have as a witch. Control. Luckily, you had learned the art of compulsion, managing to stop yourself from killing innocent people. Your favorite thing about being a vampire though, was the ability to heal.

Emily Bennett had told you when witches became vampires, they lost their ability to connect with nature. So why did you still feel so grounded to the earth? After ten years of being a vampire, you discovered something.

You were walking down the streets of New York City, it was 1874, and you were looking for your brother Stefan. He had gone off the rails and you decided it was time to give him a concerned younger sister talk. You weren’t sure he’d listen, but the least you could do was try.

You ran your fingers through the cracks and crevices of the dark bricks, humming the tune of an old song you hadn’t heard in several years. You gasp, suddenly being pushed to the wall, a man holding you tightly in place, his face monstrous, resembling something similar to one you often saw in the mirror.

You grabbed a hold of his arm, pinning him against the wall. He was clearly newer at this than you were. He groaned loudly, almost like he was in an immense amount of pain. You were confused, you weren’t holding on to him that tight. You looked down, noticing a red glowing light coming from your hands. That’s when you realized, you were siphoning him, something you hadn’t done in ten years. You pulled back instantly, and the man dropped to the floor, letting out heavy breaths. You looked down at your hands, then back at the man, and then you sped off, without any regard for the man who had just tried to make you his next meal.

After that day, you thought maybe something had gone wrong with your transition. Why else would you be able to siphon still? The truth was, you had no idea what was happening to you, and it freaked you out more than death itself. You tried siphoning again almost every day after the incident, but you hadn’t been able to. Maybe you were just seeing things.

You spent years after that researching siphoners, but you could never find anything. Not a single witch or vampire you talked to knew what you were, most of them just assumed you were crazy or seeking some sort of attention. It was exhausting chasing after what everyone thought was a fairytale.

In 1906, you met a woman named Mary Porter. She was the only person who believed your story and offered you her help. She hadn’t known anything about siphoners herself, but she said she knew a man who could help you, claiming he was an expert on all things witch-related. You had hoped she was right. She warned you though, that this man was anything but good. He was dangerous, and one of the oldest living vampires on the planet. He used and manipulated people, so if you wanted something from him, he’d most definitely expect something in return. Nothing he did for anyone else came for free.

Mary told you if you wanted to meet him, you’d have to be patient, saying he was almost impossible to find, not unless he wanted to be found. She took you to New Orleans, a place he had called home many moons ago. Mary seemed to have faith that he was there though, so you trusted her.

You had spent a year in New Orleans, searching for a vampire who didn’t seem to wanna be found was probably the most difficult thing you had done. How hard could it be to hide in a place like this? Mary seemed to have known a lot of people, and she said she was getting closer to finding him. What you hadn’t expected though, was that he would find you first.

You sat down at the bar in one of many clubs in the French Quarter, a jazz band was playing loudly from the stage across the dance floor. You weren’t really in the mood for dancing though. You order something strong at the bar, fully aware that your ability to get drunk vanished that horrible night in 1864.

A man sat down next to you, you paid him no mind though, your intentions for being here had nothing to do with socialization. He ordered a glass of whiskey, his British accent peaking your interest slightly. It wasn’t often you heard an accent like that, especially not down in New Orleans.

“Rumor has it you’ve been seeking me out.” The man said, his stare burning into the side of your head. You turned to face him and were shocked at how attractive he was, but you still had no idea who he was, so you kept your guard up. He held his hand out, and hesitantly, you took it. A feeling of something dark instantly took over your senses, and that was when you realized who he was. The man you’d been searching for for two years, the one who could supposedly kill you without even blinking, no matter how old of a vampire you were.

“Kol,” He introduced himself, his smile cunning and mischievous. You had wondered if you were making a mistake being here, he was intimidating, and that was a feeling you didn’t like.

“Y/N,” You said.

He picked up his glass once more, bringing it to his lips, “So, what do you want from me?” He asked, getting straight to the point.

Your heart rate picked up. It wasn’t out of fear though, it was excitement, after all this time you were finally gonna figure out what you were. At least you hoped, “I need your help.” You explained.

“Help from somebody like me comes with a price.” He said in almost a joking tone, but you knew he was serious. If you wanted his help, you knew you’d have to return the favor.

“A price I’m willing to pay.” You insisted. He could tell you were serious by that intense look in your eyes, whatever you wanted, must’ve been important.

“Very well then. What do you need that requires my assistance?” He questioned, looking at you very intently.

“Well, it’s complicated.” You sighed, “Before I became a vampire, I was a witch. I learned everything I know about magic from a witch named Emily Bennett.”

“You must’ve had an excellent mentor then. The Bennett witches are a very powerful bloodline.” Kol speculated.

“She told me that witches balance out the boundary between natural and supernatural. Which is why you can’t be both a witch and a vampire because it defies nature.” You added.

“All very true,” Kol said.

“Oh,” You murmured, disappointed.

“There’s been exceptions for certain individuals though,” Kol claimed, swirling the last bit of his drink in his glass.

“Exceptions?” You questioned, raising a brow.

“They’re not exactly well known in the witch community, they like to keep themselves hidden. They’re called the Gemini Coven.” Kol explained. You sighed in relief when you realized what you were experiencing was possible.

“They come from a long line of witches called siphoners, which means they have to absorb magic from other magical entities. Most people think that means they're weak, but that’s far from true. A siphoner can desiccate a vampire just from their touch, and rid the influence of compulsion from any person whose been compelled by a vampire. This power of course doesn’t come without a price. The leader of the Gemini Coven is determined by something called the merge. Every time a set of twins is born into the coven they must bind their magic into one once they turn of age, the strongest of the two wins, becoming the next leader of the coven. And of course, if the leader dies, so does the rest of the coven. Unless you’re a vampire of course.”

You implanted the new information into your brain, finally feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. But of course, you still had questions and concerns, “But if you’re a vampire how can you be a part of the coven?” You asked.

“That’s what makes siphoners so exceptionally powerful. They’re the only witches in the world who can become both a vampire and a witch, they’re referred to as heretics. After the transition the witch side has the ability to siphon power from the vampire side, making them quite unstoppable. There’s only one way to kill them, which would require you to rip out their heart, a stake won’t do it. I haven’t seen one in quite some time though, so if that’s what you’re looking for you’re out of luck, darling.”

At first, you weren’t sure if you wanted to tell him. If you did there was always the possibility that he would want to kill you, but you were having magic issues, and you needed help getting them back under control, “What if I told you I knew one?” You said, rather abruptly.

“Then I would ask why you’re coming to me for this.” He said, drinking the last bit of his whiskey.

“And what if I said she doesn’t know anything about heretics and hasn’t been able to use her magic since she’s transitioned? Would you be able to help her?” You asked rhetorically.

“Well, I would have to meet her first and figure out the issue. There are many reasons for magic being blocked.” Kol explained.

“Like what?”

“First tell me to whom you’re referring, and then maybe I’ll give you the answer.”

You looked down at your glass, taking a moment to think, then looked back up at him, “Me.” You said hesitantly.

“You?” He questioned.

You sighed, “Before I was a vampire I found out I was a siphoner, with the help of an old friend, I couldn’t figure out much about my family history, and all I knew was what Emily taught me. Then I became a vampire and I had no idea about heretics or anything, so I just instantly assumed I had lost my ability to do magic.”

Kol looked slightly surprised, but he tried not to let it show. He set his glass down and stood up, “If you want my help, it’s going to take a while. And that’s going to be a lot of debt, darling.” Kol asserted.

You stood up quickly after him, “Please, I’ll do anything.” You pleaded.

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

tags | @multifandombliss

[pinejayy]

Doll (Wally Darling x Reader) part 2

Part 1 / 

I just wanted to thank everyone who read part one!! I really appreciate it! 

Trigger Warnings: none really just Wally being a little unhinged 

As you were walking back to your place you couldn’t help but think to yourself about tomorrow. It was very kind of him that he invited you to his place, but you still couldn’t shake that uneasy feeling about his house. Maybe it was the eyes and how it watches the whole neighborhood. Or maybe the fact that it was alive. But you didn’t want to let down Wally or even upset him by telling that his house freaks you out. 

As you made your way towards your house, you walked past Wally’s house and you could already feel Homes eyes following you, you looked over at them, and nervously waved. As soon you face away from Home, you saw Sally in front of you. “HEYY Y/N!” She cheerfully yelled at you. “How are you doing? I didn’t see you all day?” 

You gasped slightly as you didn’t see her, but smiled as you saw your best friend. “OH JEEZ SALLY YOU SCARED ME!” You playfully frown. Which made her giggle slightly. “Sorry Sally, I was off somewhere.” You say. Still thinking about Wally and about tomorrow, you wonder if you should tell Sally? I mean she is your best friend afterall. “Hey I have to tell you something.” 

She looked at you, she could tell something is going on with you. “Sure thing pal! Is something the matter?”

“Good!” You quickly say, grabbing her hand and took off running to your house, and once you both were in you slammed the door. Sally looked at you, worry written all over her face. “Hey are you okay?” 

“Yes, it’s just that today I had a picnic alone at the butterfly garden. And Wally kinda showed up. Out of nowhere.” You say, looking at your friend. “And we talked and hung out for the time being. And once I said I was heading out Wally got upset. As if he didn’t want me to leave.” 

Sally smiled at you, she couldn’t help but fangirl a little. And you looked confused. “HE IS FINALLY MAKING A MOVE!” She yelled out. 

“Huh? What do you mean by that!” You say, trying to calm her down. “Sally!” 

“Oh silly! Can’t you tell! Wally has a huge crush on you!” She giggled. You didn’t believe her. Shaking your head. She shook her head back at you. “He does! I mean isn’t obvious! He likes you Y/N!” 

“You can’t be serious! He’s just a friend! He can’t have a crush on me!” You quickly say. Blushing slightly and shaking your head. “Wait that doesn’t explain why he randomly showed up to my private picnic! I didn’t even tell him!” 

“Maybe it’s his heart leading him to you.” She joked around giggling. “But you never know maybe he was going for a walk and randomly saw you and made his move.” She said. Which made you sigh softly, you didn’t think of that. “But what happened! I want details! PLEASE!” 

“Don’t get over excited, we just enjoyed the butterflies. And talked a bit, then at the very end Wally offered to make me food and invite me over to his house tomor-” But you were quickly cut off to a scream. 

“HE’S DEFINITELY MAKING A MOVE! DON’T YOU SEE! IT’S  A DATE!! A DATE AHHH.” She fangirled. She hugged you and picked you up and spun you around. Wait?! A date with Wally! After awhile she placed you down. Then you guys decided to sit on the couch of your living room. 

“Oh no, I just thought it was a other friend get together.” You whimper softly. “But I’m so nervous!” 

“Oh come one, he’s not a bad guy! There’s nothing to be nervous about.” She said. Rubbing your back to calm you down. You shook your head at her. “It’s not Wally I’m nervous about.” Sally looked confused. “Then what's up?” She asked.

“IT”S HIS HOUSE! I DON’T KNOW BUT I GET THIS UNEASY FEELING...” You say, quickly closing you mouth. Why did you just say that. Sally frowned slightly. 

“Hey it’s okay, there’s nothing to be scared of.” She said trying to comfort you. “Home is Home, there’s nothing uneasy about it.” 

“I know, but I can’t explain it. I don’t know why.” You say looking down. Feeling bad now. Sally stayed silence for a moment. Then she spoke up. “Hey everything is going to be okay. No need to bring yourself down.” She said, trying to calm you down. “Hey if you don’t mind I could come by tomorrow and you can talk to me. It’s getting quite late. And I’m sure you need rest for your date.”

You nodded and smiled at her, you gave her a hug. “Thank you. I appreciate it. Just make sure to be here before 3pm. That’s when I have my ‘Date’ with him.” You said. Sally hugged you back, giggling. 

“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow. And you better tell me who is goes afterwards!” She said, pulling away from the hug. You laughed and nodded. “I promise,I will.” 

After that both of you got up and walked to the door. you opened the door for her and gave her a last hug. “I’ll see you tomorrow Sally. Please sleep well.” You say. She smiled and nodded. “Goodnight Y/N! I’ll see you tomorrow!” And with that she ran off. You smile and wave as she left. Before you closed the door you looked at Wally’s house. Home was just staring at you, it felt like it was staring into your soul. You quickly slammed the door and sighed. “Maybe it’s best If go to bed.” 

You walked over to your bedroom and got ready for bed and feel asleep for the night. 

The Next Morning

You woke up in the morning feeling well rested. Feeling well rested! You couldn’t help think what Sally said. Wally having a crush on you? You didn’t know how to feel. But I guess you were going to find out today. As you did your normal morning routine and even going to Howdy’s to get some apples for Wally. You waited for Sally all morning but she never showed up. Did something happen? Or did she forget? Or maybe she woke up late. 

You still waited for her, but she still didn’t show up. You even try calling her but nothing...you sigh to yourself. “God dammit Sally...you overslept again.” You thought to yourself. Maybe she was right about Home. And maybe you were overthinking everything. As time passes you got ready. You put on your favorite outfit. 

As time passes it was almost 3! Oh shoot you’re gonna be late! You quickly grab the apples and made your way out and to Wally’s. As you ran over there you stood in front of his house, looking up at home. “Hey Home.” You said nervously. “Is Wally Home?” 

Home looked down at you and opened the door, making a few creeks. It’s as if Home was saying “Hello” 

You smile and walked in. “Wally you here? Home let me in.” You say loudly. As you walk in further Home quickly slammed the door making you jump. “AHH!”

“Hello Y/N, sorry about Home.” Wally said, as he appeared out of no where. “Home don’t be rude, Y/N is our guest.” Wally said firmly. Home creeks softly. “Sorry.”

“Sorry about that Y/N, It’s just that I told Home about today and I guess they just seemed a little too excited. But you look beautiful!” He said. “And are those for me?!” He said, pointing at the apples. 

You nodded and hand him the apples. “Yes, I know how much you like them!” He took the apples and you couldn’t help but blush at his comment. Beautiful? “Oh thank you Wally! And you look handsome as always.”

Wally blushed slightly. “Why thank you Doll. I appreciate it.” He said, taking your hand placing a gentle kiss on it. “Now, come on Doll. I made us a delicious meal!” He said walking you to the kitchen. Once you got the kitchen you saw an Apple Pie, Sandwiches and Apple juice. He placed the apples on the kitchen counter and walked you over to the table and pulled out a chair for you. 

“This looks good Wally, thank you.” You said taking a seat. He quickly brought over the food. “I hope you like Apple Pie, it has a special ingredient!”

You giggle softly and smile at him. “I bet this will be delicious thank you Wally!” 

Wally took a seat in front of you and you two enjoyed your meal. But he seemed to only take bites when you weren’t looking. After you guys were done with that meal, you thanked him. “It was definitely one of the best Apple Pies I’ve ever had!”

Wally looked at you, he just stared at you for a few seconds. His pupils grew slightly. But he shook his head and smiled sweetly. “Thank you Doll, I appreciate it! But could you do me a favor?” 

You nodded. “Sure!” 

He took your hand and leaded you back to the living room, and made you sit on the couch. “Stay here, I have something for you Doll.” He said and made his way to another room. After awhile he came back, with his hands behind him. “Close your eyes. It’s a gift for you.” 

You close your eyes. And then you felt something being placed on your lap. “You can open them Doll.” You open your eyes and you see a painting of you. It was beautiful. “Wally this is beautiful, I really love it.” You felt your face get hot. “I love the colors!” You couldn’t help but admire the gift. 

Wally stared again, his eye twitched slightly. He was smiling wide. God he loved you so much. He loved his Doll~. “Thank you Doll~ I couldn’t help myself. You’re just so beautiful and I had to paint you. I even used a special red to make it pop.”

You blushed, god this guy is charming. You place the painting down and hugged him. “Thank you.” 

Wally smiled, quickly hugging you back. “Anytime Doll.” He whispered softly. “Y/N, do you know how to dance?” To which you shook your head which made him chuckle. “Home play us some music will ya?” 

All of the sudden music started to play in the background. “Just follow my lead Doll.” He said and started to move, you slowly moved along with him, Following his body. 

After awhile you were getting the hang of it and Wally seemed to notice. So he pulled you even closer. Bodies now against each other. You smile, feeling safe for some reason. You place your head against his chest. “You’re doing great doll, I’m so proud of you.” He whispers against your ear. Making you blush. 

After awhile the music stopped and you two were sitting on the couch. “Thank you for today Wally, I had a great time.” You say blushing looking away. Wally noticed that you looked away, and he placed his hand under your chin making you look at him. 

“Don’t hide your pretty little face doll.” He coos softly “But I had a great time too. But I do have something to confess.” He said, staying quite for a few seconds before speaking up again. “I really like you Y/N.”

“You like me?” You said, blushing even more. Dammit Sally was right. She definitely going to be happy when you see her next time and tell her about this night. 

“Yes~ I wanted to ask you something else too.” He began grabbing your hands, holding them with his. Placing a small kiss on your hand. “Will you be mine, and mine only?” 

You sat there, shocked. “Yes.” You say softly which made Wally smile and he grabbed you and hugged you. Wally looked at you, he couldn’t help but admire your smile and eyes. You were prefect! You two sat there in silence just looking at each other. Slowly both of you lean in and then you felt his lips connect with yours. Wally couldn’t help him but bring you closer to him. Holding you close against his body. He deepen the kiss for a bit and soon after both of you pulled away for air. 

“Wow your lips are so soft Doll~”

Blushing you giggle. “Yours too.” Sally was right about Wally having a crush on you. But you still couldn’t help but think, why didn’t she show up. You wonder if she left you a voice message. “Hey Wally, if you don’t mind If I use your phone.” 

“Of course Doll, but what for?” He asked. “My phone is over there.” 

He pointed at his and smiled at you. “Thank you, I just wanna call Sally. She said she was going to come over at my place in the morning but never did. And I tried calling her too and she never answered.” You say getting up and walking to the phone. You started to dial her phone and waited. 

You didn’t notice Wally’s eyes on you. His eyes started to twitch.. his hands clenching onto his pants. His pupils seemed to get bigger as he looked at you. 

After a few minutes of you waiting you got nothing back, making you frown. You gave up and hung up the phone. Looking over at Wally he just smiled innocently. “Everything okay Doll~” He said lowly, his voice sounded a little different. 

“She didn’t pick up?” You say frowning, walking back to Wally and sitting by him. “I hope she’s okay.” 

“Don’t worry Doll, she’s probably busy with her next play. I’m sure she is resting well.”

“I hope so, she’s my best friend.” You say looking down. Wally made a face when you said ‘best friend’ he was getting quite upset. You looked at him and he quickly smiled at you. “I’m positive she’s okay Doll.” 

You just nodded and smile at him. “Maybe you’re right, maybe she is working on her next play.” You say. Smiling at him. 

For the next few hours Wally and you talked to each other and kissed ;)) . But you enjoyed every moment of it. But soon after it got late and you had to get going. 

“It’s getting quite late. I should get going.” You say getting up. But Wally stopped you. “Yes Wally?”

“Can I walk you back to your place.” 

You smiled and nodded, both getting up and walking to the door. The door opened by itself and it creeked once you stepped outside. “Home is saying goodbye.” 

“Oh how very nice, goodbye Home. Have a wonderful night.” You say nervously. 

Wally noticed your tone and his eye twitched slightly. But he smiled at you. He walked you to your home and placed a kiss against your lips. “Thank you for today Doll, I had a great time~” 

You kiss back and pull away smiling at him. “I also had a great time Wally, thank you. But I’ll see you tomorrow.” You say, opening your door. Walking in and looking at him one last time. “Goodnight Mr. Darling, take care.” And with that you closed the door.

Wally stood there smiling. “Goodnight Doll~” He whispers to himself and made his way back to Home. 

“You’re mine Y/N, My Doll and no one is ever going to get in between us~” 

“No One....”

Wow that was something alright, but what should happen next. Please comment your ideas uwu thank you guys I appreciate it. 

Tags: @lovingyeet @tiredly101 @funnehsrobuxxx @simpitsu @justyuki1st @elegantkidfansoul @n1body @dd71128​

[missmarveledsblog]

Lead me to you ( Eddie munson x reader )

summary: everyone thought they were dead but what happens when a ghost from the past brings hawkins metal head back from the so called dead or how their relationship stands three years after . 

warning : slight angst , some ptsd , mutual pinning  , strangers( sort of) to friends to lovers

The biggest universal epitome of cruel joke in eddie munson life was dying in the upside down after finally stop running away. The heartbreaking pleading of dustin henderson and the wails of the boy are eddie felt his eyes close finally succumbing to the demo bat brutal attack on his body . Or so they thought , he groaned quietly like his voice was learning to work again as he let his eyes focus and confusion come in ten folds waiting for the pain to hit yet all he felt was a dull ache only well adding to the completely tripped out state. He was in his trailer he knew that for sure well the dreary , doom and gloom version of his trailer . He looked down he was attacked the scars show that but why scars not wounds.

Then it moved the figure in the kitchen darkness that completely covered them and yet he felt no danger , shouldn't he feel some form of danger being in the upside down with some unknown strange being looked human but he couldn't see them probably . the figure seemed not to notice he was awake muttering something he couldn't hear . Sitting up he knocked over the cup alerting the person he was conscious making them take unsure steps towards the small living area of the trailer candle light showing exactly who the mysterious stranger was. That face he'd seen it for month plastered all over the paper for month a couple of times from found to deceased in space of couple of years . He'd seen that face going around town too or in the halls of school .

" Holy shit your y/n hopper" he gasped .

" The one and only" she smiled sadly .

" Your suppose to be dead i mean you closed the gate , they said you died " he said completely freaking out .

" You know about this so that mean you know the gang ... harrington and henderson? Shit are they here i didn't see them out there" her eyes widened.

" No there not , you've been here for eight months this is crazy"he said .

" Guess least now i've company i was like across town and heard the music just my luck to get their too late" she laughed . "

how am i alive i am alive right?" he asked. "They didn't tell you what i can do ? When i found you it was faint pulse but i was able to heal you sort of took too much out of me so sorry ... scars" she nodded to his bare chest .

" Shit i don't care thanks like angel in this place" he joked still reeling over it all . " you know they talked about you all the time i mean like a god which from what really happened and well now , you are pretty metal" he winked.

" Yeah well see how metal i am when we're stuck down here" she huffed.

" What about the gate" he asked.

" What gate" she furrowed her brows only for him to point upwards . her eyes looked at slight light that was on the ceiling.

" Well it was a gate" he winced.

"It's a gate sort of , eddie this might kill me but if it does can you tell my dad something for me and my sister" she asked only for him to freeze she didn't know hopper was gone.

" Of course" he smiled weakly not wanting to break the new and hoping for a better outcome .

" Tell them i'm sorry i did it and i love them" she smiled as she looked up at the ceiling blood coming down her nose as the light got stronger and she weaker finally the gate was opening completely as she fell to the ground .

" I'll get you home" he sighed securing line slightly relieved to hear her breathing stil .

" What the hell is someone there" a gruff voice call .

" HELP PULL IT " he called as he began to see the light of the really world coming blinding him completely , he was home and he didn't run this time.

" Eddie" the voice gasped .

" Hey wayne" he smiled holding the girl in his arms .

......

"Hey you listening" steve harrington snapped his fingers across her face.

" sorry been in a daze" she smiled remembering three years ago when eddie pulled them from the gate with the help of his stunned uncle.  Their friends nearly passed out when they saw the car pulling up  with eddie hidden and her unconcious only for them to both nearly pass out at sight of the supposed dead sheriff.  now here she was standing working a shift in family video with steve since robin was in college and couldn't do  as many shifts as she did before.

" Shit angel i only realised you want to go i can hold the fort down" steve sighed seeing the date knowing why she was not with it . 

" Nah i got it down don't worry  fluff ball" she laughed heading over to stack the videos of returns . 

" Don't fear peasant i am here to save you from dreaded bored" the voice called .

" Hey who you calling a peasant" she glared.

" Oh my apologies dear princess sorceress " he bowed dramatically.

" Dear knight you are lucky or you would be a maiden" she joked back.

" Total nerds which is shame cause you are hot" steve scoffed .

" Thank big boy" eddie winked.

" I mean her asshole" he rolled his eyes.

" Thanks fluffy" she cooed.

" Remember i rescued you" .

" Ah yeah after i nearly killed myself to heal and free you" she asked .

"Ok fine we're both heroes" he waved .

" what am i" steve asked .

" The babysitter" the both called before laughing . 

" assholes" he muttered although he couldn't hide his smile at the two.

" I was actually here to get the movie for our  movie night so make yourself scarce it's a surprise" he ushered her off.

"I'll check the stock out back" she laughed.

" You two and your date night" he teased.

" Least one of us can get a date big boy" eddie smirked. 

" he's just jealous we're such good friends" she headed out the back .

" Just friends my ass you look at each like henderson does those dolls of his" steve scoffed.

" Collectables action figures actually get it right , that actually why i'm here i need advice man i think i might actually die.. this time" eddie hopped on the counter.   

"Wait shit really when did you grow the balls" steve quirked his brow .

" When henderson bragged about  confessing his love to his suzie poo whatever sick shit he calls her i cannot let henderson be ahead of me man" .

" Fair point what advice you need".

" All of it i mean what ever you have in that big hair of yours" .

" Well as cliche it is be yourself man just tell her its angel"

. " Have you met me" he deadpanned .

" Yeah i have and she still goes all giddy around you and that's saying something for a woman who spent most of her life in a lab and basically hell , you know billy hargrove nearly cried trying to get her to catch on he was flirty and she barely batted her lashes  , you do your nerd shit and she twirling her hair like a highschooler" steve bluntly explained .

  " Did you pick yet because keith left his bag out here and honestly i'd rather face vecna again than look to see what died in that thing" she called out.

" Movie me" he quickly said as steve grab closest pile and rang them up before handing the bag to eddie . " your free to leave princess" he called hiding the bag behind his back .

" Which place?" she asked.

" your since you live alone" he chuckled .

" Of course how silly of me i was hoping to see wayne is all" she pouted.

" You using me for my uncle  that hurts sweetheart" he placed his hand over his chest.

" I'm his young bride though true love" she sighed happily making steve snort at eddies horror struck face .

" I'm joking your my favourite munson ... sometimes" she sang heading to put more of video's on the shelves.

"Your a menace princess" .

" robin calls me a brat but she said it's a different kind ?" her head tilted making eddie gulp .

" Well i'll see you later" he called. " if i survive" he whispered heading out the shop. 

She spent most of the day messing around the store with steve only to head home . An apartment five minutes from town and work something she loved about her new little home . Living in the byers home was good but it was too cramped up for her . She must of checked herself over twenty time  a usual before eddie arrived or before she met him . In the three years of being back in the real world she found herself feeling something new which nancy and robin explained were feeling of romantic kind for eddie . It wasn't like she was a virgin she hooked up couple of times with date but this feeling was different , stronger beyond the bounds of what she felt before . it was getting  more strong as time went by too like it was becoming heavy whenever she was around the brown eyes metal head.  Yet it was worse when they were apart even if they had just left each other it was like she instantly missed him . In all the new and  exciting feelings she was feeling old feeling . nightmare that was keeping her awake , the flashes of  being in the upside down.  Hopper could see the signs but she kept telling he was fine . she would hear a bang or a ring and she could remember as if she in there in real time like she never escaped .  she could smell it  , taste it all her senses where locked in a memory as if it was reality.  she felt her breath quicken and her palms sweating til the buzz of her doorbell snapped her back . Shaking herself making sure she was feeling somewhat normal a fake smile plastered on her lips she opened it seeing eddie standing with a pizza beer and the movies in his hands.

" Ready" he asked nervously .

" Always" she shakily replied. 

part two

[tiger-in-the-flightdeck]

💔💛💚

💔: If you had to remove one major character from the series, who would you choose?

Joe fucking West. He makes my skin crawl for so many reasons -Not telling his daughter that her mother is alive, pushing his foster son to pursue a relationship with his foster sister, controlling his daughter's life in everything from what kind of career she could go into to whether or not she should know about Barry's identity to -again- encouraging a relationship between her and her foster brother.

💛: What is a popular ship you just can't get behind, and why?

I think I've mentioned this before, but Bruce/Selina. It doesn't make any sense to me. They don't seem to like each other at all, after the 'We're on opposite sides' thing is taken away. Bruce/Talia is another one, but it's actually even more confusing to me, but I'm not sure if it's considered popular.

💚: What does everyone else get wrong about your favorite character?

Okay, I couldn't narrow down my favourite character, so I'm gonna give you several!

Len- Any time he is written in a way that it isn't obvious that, at his core, he cares about people. Not just his Rogues, but regular citizens. Especially kids. This is a man who doesn't particular enjoy violence, but will fuck your shit up if you so much as scare a kid.

Harvey Dent- Harvey and Two-Face are two separate entities. While 'Face is the crime lord mob boss, Harvey himself is so fucking full of love and devotion and an intense desire to be good. And he fucking hates 'Face. They actually hate each other, but he fights him so hard. If you're writing a Harvey and I don't get the impression that he is the saddest man in the world, would do anything from Bruce or Batman, and that he wants to take care of Gotham, then you aren't writing Harvey, you're writing a dude with scars.

Jason Todd- Jason. Todd. Is. A. Dork. This is a boy who steals his brother's toys and whistles innocently. He grins and waves before blowing up a building with a rocket launcher. When waking up bare ass naked with a hot woman, he shuffles around covering his junk while nerding out over her spaceship. He gets bullied by the family dog. He Grrrs at people. He gets all sweet and doe eyed when he's drunk. Stop writing him as a dark grumbly edge lord! He is soft! He is dork! He is baby!

Conner Kent- If you aren't writing Kon as the saddest boy in the universe with identity and self worth issues bigger than all out doors, then you aren't writing Kon, you're just writing Some Guy. He is also not a dumb jock. He is a tiny (*glares at Johns' TT run*) little twink who collects Magic the Gathering cards, is a Trekkie, freaks out if he's going to miss his favourite show, and if he's going out as Conner instead of SB, he usually dresses quietly and in big frumpy clothes that conceal his body (someone let this baby explore his gender, goddammit).

Tim Drake- Don't waste my time if it isn't blatantly obvious that the Timmy you're writing isn't just one bad day away from snapping and raining hellfire and destruction across the land while he stands at the top of a pile of skulls laughing maniacally as the screams of the damned are echoing around him.

Tim Drake, 2.0- Don't waste my time if it isn't blatantly obvious that the Timmy you're writing wouldn't lose a fight with an arcade claw machine trying to show off for his boyfriend.

[wifeofwandamaximoff]

Apricity

A/N: Not my best work but these were in my drafts, I also apologize for not posting a lot. I have another work that might be out soon.

Warnings: Angst, death?

Y/n pov:

"JARVIS search the area to see if its clear." Tony said. We were on a mission to gather some information about a nuclear weapon hydra apparently had.

I was with my mother and my girlfriend Wanda, slowly advancing towards the hydra base when I heard a click. I then stayed deathly still. Fearing if I move an inch the mine underneath my foot would blow up and everyone would die. The other two were ahead of me so they didn't see that I wasn't moving. I then press my ear piece to communicate with Tony.

"T-Tony."

"Yes mini Romanoff? he questioned me

"Dont freak out but I've stepped on a land mine. Get everyone out of here!" I demanded him.

"Kid we can't just leave you here your mother and girlfriend would kill us!"

"They'll understand Tony. Just say that im already on the quinjet."

The comms went silent when all of a sudden I heard footsteps coming closer to me. I looked up and saw my two favorite people.

My girlfriend and my mother. They both stopped when they came at least 1 feet away from me.

"Y/n why are you standing still Tony said to retreat?" questioned my mother. Then Tony and Steve started advancing towards us with some tools. And I knew Tony would try to use these tools to help me.

"Anthony Edward Stark! I said retreat not help!" I screeched at him. But again he didn't listen and Steve looks at me hesitatingly.

"Bubby what going on?" questioned my lovely girlfriend. I look slowly turned my head towards her. My lips trembling and my eyes welling up with tears. Wanda then started rushing towards me but I used my water to bring the ground water to the surface. Wanda stepped into my shield before I could fully close it.

"mamas you have to step out" I softly said. She looked at me confused why I even made a bubble. I then heard Tony yelling at me to take down the barrier so he could help me.

"Wanda im on a landmine." I told her which was the worst idea. She just stood their frozen still.

"Your joking right? Please tell me your kidding and its a sick prank that your playing. Because if it is you got me good bubby now please come here and hug me.

"Mamas im being serious no pranks no jokes."

"This can't be true!" Wanda sobbed out. I wanted so badly to wrap her in my arms where she felt safe in. I decided to let my mother know what happening since Tony is probably making Steve find out a way to break the barrier, even when Tony is one of the smartest person I know.

Wanda just stood there. Knowing if she came over and hugged me and kissed me the landmine would trigger and I would die. But she knew before I would die I would shield her with my elemental powers to keep her alive and safe.

I took down the barrier and saw my mother just sitting on the cold snowy ground waiting for me. While Tony was in the air holding his arm out ready to blast me but then realized I took the barrier down. Then Steve fell flat on his face which made me chuckle.

"Y/n River Romanoff you better fucking explain to me why Wanda is crying and why is Tony and Steve freaking out!?" shouted my mother.

I then said in a quiet voice, "I stepped on a landmine. Tony is trying ti figure out how to help me." 

"What!? Y/n you better be joking." I then shook my head to signal to my mother that I was telling the truth. My mother shook her head in denial that I was going to die.

"I-Its okay." I said to Tony.

I then made a barrier with my earth powers surrounding Tony and I with branches and vines.

"Tony take Wanda and let Steve take my mother. Leave me behind I assure you that they both will understand"

"Kid there has to be a way to help you! Im a genius I can figure it out just give me time!"

"Tony leave willingly or I'll make you leave" I said while giving him a cold hard stare.

Wanda's pov:

I started trying to pry the branches and vines out of the way. I then heard some cracking to my left and saw that Nat was using all her tools to break down the barrier.

"Girls stop" said a voice behind us. I whirled around and saw Steve.

"Are you fucking kidding me Rogers my daughter is in there! My fucking miracle is gonna die and I haven't even said I love you to her yet! So dont tell me to fucking stop Rogers!" screamed Natasha.

I just ignored them both and kept trying to break through when the barrier broke down. Making us all look at Y/n and Tony.

Tony looked at Steve and nodded then started to fly towards me. He then lifted me off the ground which I was shocked for a second but then it was instantly replaced with anger, panic, fear, and sadness.

"Anthony Stark let me down to see my girlfriend!" I yelled but it seemed to go deaf to his ears. I then started pounding my fists on his suit which hurt but that didn't matter to me. We both then arrived at the quinjet and was waiting for Steve and Nat to come back. I then realized I never go to tell her I loved her. 

We've only been dating for 8 months but im falling in love with her quickly its starting to scare me how fast I could fall in love with her then her being just someone in my memories and cameras. But cameras weren't enough to catch her beauty.

Tony then tied me up afraid that I would take off and go find Y/n. He wasn't wrong because I would've done it if he hadn't put the magic restricting handcuffs on me.

Nat and Steve then arrived. Nat was a sobbing mess. Begging Steve to go back and get her daughter. Steve just shook his head and went to the cockpit to leave. Tony also put handcuffs on Nat.

I then scooted over towards the window where I could see a small figure. I immediately knew it was my girlfriend. She then looked up at me and smiled. Almost knowing I would that I would do that.

The quinjet started to take off and I pounded my fists on the window. I then saw Y/n stepping off of the land mine once the quinjet was far away enough. I then screamed at Steve to go back to get Y/n.

I then heard loud sobs. I turned my head and saw Nat right next to me. She just scooted over and hugged me letting the tears fall freely. We both cried. Thats all we did was cry. 

Even after a week later the tears couldn't stop falling. My heart was shattered and no one could fix it. I know Y/n would want me to move on but I knew I could never love someone as much as I did with her. She was my apricity. She was the warmth and light in my life. without her I didn't know hot to feel. What to do with my life now.

[caramellcandy]

Taster of My Eurylochus Lives au for you

The first thing he feels is pain. His entire body feels like it is on fire. This scares him, he should be dead why isn't he. Eurylochus remembered the deal very clearly, you or your crew. So how is he alive?

"Wha-"

"Shhhh. Your hurt." A quiet voice saids.

His vision is blurry but he can see a figure kneeling in front of him. He tries to clear his vision but everything hurts. Why hadn't Zeus killed him?

"I don't know how you ended up here but I'm gonna try help!" The voice saids gently.

Despite the voice's gentle tone it rings through his ears. Pain and confusion are the only things he feels. When he tries to take a better look at the figure infront of him he can only see a glimmering shadow. It reminds him of the day they trespassed in the Underworld.

"A-Anticlea?" He asks.

"No I'm-it doesn't matter!" The voice saids.

When Eurylochus visions finally clears his mouth is gapped wide open. It isn't the ghost of his mother in law kneeing infront of him it's a girl who looks no older then twelve. She has pale skin and ginger hair. The girl's face radiates concern.

"You need help. I'm gonna do my best. What happened to you?" The girl saids.

"I was punished for being greedy." Eurylochus explained.

"Seriously. No one deserves to be punished like this." She responds.

At that Eurylochus let out a bitter laugh. He doesn't want to scare the kid but he knows if the kid knew what happened she wouldn't be glued to his side. Maybe Zeus had kept him alive as a warning.

"What's so funny?" The girl asked.

"I deserved it kid. Your trying to help a man with too much blood on his hands." Eurylochus said.

"I don't care. I can't leave you like this." The girl replies stubbornly.

He wishes he could scare away the girl and tell her what he did but he doesn't have the strength. Eurylochus was a coward and he doesn't want to share this burden with the child. He gazes into the child's hypnotic silver eyes and sees only concern.

Despite how much pain he's in he manages to gasp out one more question.

'W-whats your name kid?" He wheezes.

"I'm nobody." She replies again with stubbornness in her voice.

"Everyone's got a name kid." He replies.

"Like I said who I am doesn't matter. Let's just say I found you after I washed up here." She explains.

"Where-"

"I don't know mister." She replies distress in her voice clear.

At the moment Eurylochus wants to grab the girl into his arms and protect her. He shouldn't be here and neither should she. It seems like God's biggest joke that he's been found by this child, a child that reminds him so much of Odysseus.

"Where are your p-"

"Shhh. You need to save your strength. Who ever did this to you, hurt you bad." The child replies.

A tingle spreads through his body and tiredness suddenly consumes him again. He's wet, cold, in pain and miraculously alive. The child's hands glowing should freak him out but it doesn't.

"Sleep." The girl commands.

Eurylochus doesn't fight it as he feels his consciousness slip away.

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So in summary without spoilers Eurylochus has washed back up on Aeaea and a 12 year old witch kid washed up as well and found him. Kid may or may not have something to do with Eurylochus being alive

this is really cool!