#I WROTE THIS IN ONE SITTING I FEEL LIKE I WAS POSSESED YOU GUYS

[chimindity]

There's no way you're dating him

Summary | your stepbrother gets possesive when you're going on a date. Request by @mirellef2001

Pairing | stepbro!john B x reader

Warning | smut, cum swallowing, stepcest.

A/N | wrote this at 2am with a lot of imagination, hope you like it!!

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You've been talking with a boy since a week and yesterday he asked you if you would like to go on a date tomorrow, as soon as you read his message you jumped for joy.

And now you have to get ready quickly since you woke up very late, you run past John B to walk to the bathroom.

-"yeah good morning to you too, i guess" you hear him groan while you start getting ready, after being all dressed up, you rush to your bedroom to sit at your vanity.

John B leaning against your door looks at you, seeing you being in a rush make him smiles, but can't help and wonder who might be the lucky one.

-"where are you going?" He lowers his voice as he looks at you through the mirror, you glance at him and you catch him checking you out, you had decided to choose a little pink shorts and a white tank top.

-"just on a date, s'nothing more" You answer him in the same tone you would use to say you're going shopping, you get closer to your mirror to apply your gloss.

-"who's that guy? Do I know him and are you two going to fuck or what?" You can hear the disgust on his face just by those words, you look back and furrow your eyebrows.

-"why would you want to know that?" You clearly didn't have time to mess around with your stepbrother, as he is about to speak you pick up your phone and open the front door.

-"alright see ya John B" he rolls his eyes as he watches you close the door, he shouldn't feel this jealous about your date, so why did he have a rush of adrenaline when he saw you in that outfit?

You are in the center of the park looking for that boy who seems to be perfect, well that's what you thought.

What you didn't know, is that John B were clearly spying on you behind a bush.

-"shit do I have to call him?" You think, but as you were about to dial his number you sight him out of breath running toward you.

-"uh yeah my bad, didn't mean to be late" There was no pure love in the way he looked at you, his eyes are full of lust, you almost feel intimidated.

-"it's okay, no problem uh it's nice to meet you" you start to get anxious as he sits beside you on the bench while putting his hand on your thigh.

-"you're litteraly so hot" he whispers to himself as he stares at you thighs, as if you were a piece of meat.

John B got his blood boiling inside of him, watching him groping your thighs, he gets away from the bush and start walking past you as if he hasn't been spying on you during the whole time.

You give him a confusing look as you notice him, -"John B?" You didn't mean it to say out loud, the boy beside you raise his head and glance between you and John B.

-"yo dude, get the hell of my bitch" you two weren't even official how dare he calling you his 'bitch'? Which is a really weird way to call your girlfriend.

John B smirks and grabs him by his collar giving him a death stare, you step back from both of them in shock.

-"if i ever catch you being around my girl one more time, I'll choke you to death little boy, y' hear me? Now get out and don't ever call a girl 'your bitch' ". As soon as John B let him go he runs away.

You keep looking at your stepbrother confusedly, how did he know you were being uncomfortable? How did he know you needed his help?

You're about to wrap your arms around him, pulling yourself in a hug when he yanks you off, you clearly don't understand, you look up at him as he grabs your arm bringing you with him back at home.

-"John B? What is wrong with you? You've clearly ruined my date!" Walking past the door he lets go of you, his dad and your mom weren't at home. Great.

-"please just please shut up." It was all he said before throwing you on the couch and start undressing himself.

No, you couldn't blush at the view of your stepbrother's torso, and mostly at him manhandling you.

-get on your four" he spits, taken back by his words you were about to ask him 'what' but he turns you back by himself, arching your back.

-"yeah that's it" you could feel his hands being all over you sliding down your shorts with your soaked panties as well, he didn't say a word but you knew he is smirking at the way he can gets you this wet, without even touching you.

-"what a loser, that boy didn't know how to treat a girl, you're lucky i'm here to help you out" you grib onto the couch, hearing him unzips his zipper, this was so wrong but yet feel so good.

-"i can be better than him, i promise you sweetheart you need me, your stepbro" he starts panting as he lets his cock out slowly rubbing it against your clit.

One of your hand reaches his hand from behind for some support and you nodd at his words not paying too much attention by now.

-"just the tip please John B" you whine, not fully wanting to lose your virginity by your stepbrother, he grips your hips and start streching you out as you let out a moan of pain from the big stretch.

-"s-shit you're way too big!" You clench around his cock making him groan, he leans down and kisses your back -"I know it is, but the tip is not fully in it yet".

You whimper trying your best to not clench too much around it.

-"hey! Only the tip" you squeal looking back at him, he holds the back of your neck and in his other hand he pulls out his cock sighing.

-"you're not fun, guess what? You may wanted to cum but i won't be the one to help you get off" he rolls his eyes as he begins to stroke his cock above your back.

-"it's so wrong!" The more you keep whining the more he gets closer to his climax, not even listening to your plaints at this point, he just needs to hear your moans.

-"it's not wrong if nobody is aware of it" you hear him getting out of breath, being a moaning mess behind you when suddenly you feel his warm liquide gushing on your back.

-"are you done?" You ask frustrated, knowing it was wrong but you still get turned on by it, he slides his fingers cupping his cum and tugs your hair to make you look at him.

-"ahh! My hair-" he knew you would whine, as you speak he puts his finger in your mouth making you lick his cum.

-"say thanks to your stepbro" A look of disgust forms on your face but you still swallow all of it, making him laugh at you.

-"I knew you would like it" he says kissing your forehead before pulling back his pants and making his way to his bedroom.

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@nemesyaaa @sadfury

[hangeslefteye]

HCS for having a couple's Only Fans with EREN and REİNER SLIGHT NSFW WENT WRONG!!!

My hand slipped and I accidentally wrote some HC's for owning a mutual only fans with EREN and REİNER oops D: (If there's anything to add feel free)

Eren:As soon as you suggest having an couple's only fans he just jumps right into it lol no convincing,no second time asking..Because the idea of him showing you off to rest of the world and claiming you as his is too overwhelming %100 super excited lol.And the image of poor internet simps paying money just to see him fucking you dumb sends him over the edge D: But you were just too shy and didn't wanted to show faces and make it a secret which kinda turned him off but he does understands </3 by aiming on your tattoos to camera's angles on purpose and making you moan and scream as much as he can lol.Do you really thought he would understand???Like really??Honestly modern au Eren too would have LOTS of tattoos so people could tell its him but no.He wants your star to shine lmao.You guys can deff make some money out of it and get somewhat popular tho nothing big.Yet i can totally imagine one day Connie just comes along to show Armin and Jean a peek of his favorite sexual content AND THEY FROZE like???IS THAT????NO WAY?? Somebody just bleach Jean's eyes he's disgusted afff lol.And Armin poor baby baby Armin D: Connie is just clueless goes around saying things like 'Aren't this types of tattoos so popular at the time?Eren too has one lol' D:::: 'Look at the coincidence his name too Eren haha' his laughter slowly dies as he realises D::: Jean is just wondering how stupid Connie might be as he hears you literally screaming Eren's name OwO they silently and guiltly look through the entire content deadpanned D: And how they WİSHED IT WOULD BE THEM fucking you in front of THAT mirror holding you close possesively as you mewl THEİR name in a bliss, instead of Eren's. Just like many other man did.

Reiner:Ofc has heard about only fans but never even thought about it until you bring it up and TERRIFIED of the idea of someone close to you two discovering it!!(CAN YOU IMAGINE PORCO FINDING REINER'S ONLY FANS?????) Honestly at first he will only accept it for your sake but then again he easily goes out of his way just to please you at everything :') Only fans is just one of many <3.This also can be his way of telling the world that he is entirely yours and proud.Yeeet he's kinda shyy so wont show his face.But this makes everything better???Like his body is so hot and no face thing makes him incedibly mysterious.I wont even talk about his natural talent he so efortlessly good at this.Like think of him triying to get a bj without choking their s/o but gracefully fails and you are stupid drooling,coughing mess D: I can see BOTH FANGIRLS AND FANBOYS going crazy over him and at one point you might be like???Hello I'm there tooo????But can you blame fans?? He's just waaay too pretty even without his face showing. As a result you two make good money with it so neither of you don't complain xD UNTIL your page literally BLOWS!! and everyday people talking about it.Just imagine sitting at a bar with Reiner and people next to you casually talking about a video of certain 6'3 mysterious blond man fucking their s/o on air while they look like a tiny rag doll over him and reiner gets choked on his drinkk xD he accidentally becomes a national porn star :D Honestly he didn't even think he could make any money out of it??Let alone his videos going viral??Neither did you so this was a interesting suprise for both of you.In the end this is where you two decided to drop it but his legacy lasted a looong time xDDD On the other hand do you think Karina can tell it's her son that's moaning???BECAUSE SHE ABSOLUTELY HAS SEEN İT :D

+I accidentally pimped out Reiner IM SO SORRRY xD BUT HE'S SUCH A PRETTY BABYYYYY AHAHAHZGXCX <3 also I REALLY dislike Karina :P

[ya-bug-boy]

Reading what you wrote about packers is pretty interesting. I didn't even knew about the posebilities. I'm a simple guy myself who just puts in some rolled-up socks in his jeans. Just between underwear and pants so they won't get dirty. Where does one even find packers like those? I hope it isn't order-only as I'm the type of person who prefers to fit new clothes in a shop first. Also, the housemates would verbally rip me if they find anything sexual in my possesion.

ok so if you got your own private way to use the internet just look up trans men/trans guy packers ftm. Some of the first websites are easy shop to order places and will come in a variety of sizes, colors, etc.

you could probably ask for them to discretely package it to you because well, you're asking for a fake dick to put in your own pants so it looks like the real deal just a lot softer and stretchier. you can't test trial run these though so if you were interested in getting a packer because the shape/weight/ and feel of wearing one is indeed nice, i would recommend watching some trans youtubers talk about their personal experience and they can tell you more thorough opinions about it. I found my old packer but to be honest, i'm not in favor of wearing one. i like being able to poke and grope my own dick when i'm sitting down but wearing a packer changes a few things in your small but day to day, down to the pants you want to wear because some will be very visible while others won't be, you know?

you technically don't need a human based packer either. you can very well buy a dildo from any shop that's a basic length and wear that instead but just be aware of its material and how you're going to arrange wearing it. you don't want a constant boner look.

[miss-choco-chips]

Home

Four times Tim just wanted to go home, and one time he’s actually there.

(  @animemangasoul I think you’ll like this one)

(I was listening to Home by Machine Gun Kelly X Ambassadors & Bebe Rexha while I wrote this. Might have cried a little. I regret nothing)

----.----

His mom is holding his hand, a rare occurrence. Were he in a more… stable state, he’d squeeze the moment for all it’s worth.

But the coldness of fear had his heart in a ice-like grip, and the scenery around them did little to appease him. Nothing, not even the warmth of being held, could keep him from shaking.

-I want to go home -he whispers in his mother’s ear when she picks him up in her arms. Safe against her body, he thinks he can feel his heart melting a bit around the edges where panic had frozen him over.

Mom tightened her hold, eyes leaving the crying kid and his dead parents for the first time in a long time. He feels how one of her hands drops its place under his leg to pat his back, more comforting than he ever thought she capable of.

-Yes, we are leaving now. Jack? Bring the car over, we’ll wait here.

She doesn’t lower him until they are back at the manor. Then, his parents retire to their rooms, both to rest and prepare for their trip to the Bahamas the following morning. 

Tim shivers all night long, yearning for the warmth he was too distracted to appreciate a few hours ago, back at the circus.

This wasn't what he meant, when he asked to go home. He just wanted to feel safe.

----.----

This… wasn’t what he expected. To being caught, that is. Specially by his hero.

Jason (Robin, call him Robin, don’t you dare slip up, he can’t know you know!) is looking down at him, hands on his hips. He’s doing his best to look stern, but the short shorts, pixie boots and unconscious thug at his back ruin the effect of his glare.

Tim, camera held tightly as it’s been for the last couple of minute since the man came out of the shadows to try and steal it from him, distractedly thinks Batman should get on that, teach Robin his famous loom. He’s feeling starstruck, more than fearful.

-It’s too late for a squirt like you to be out. Streets are dangerous, no’ne told you? Specially ‘is parts o’the city -the young vigilante drawled, accent thicker than Tim recalled from back at the gala when their parents introduced them in passing. Not that Jason would remember.

-I… I’m not a squirt, I’m ten -he finally blurts out, wishing he could smack himself the second the words leave his mouth.

-Children should be on bed at this time.

He does his best to calm his erratic heart, and canalizes all the sass on his pint sized body to arch an eyebrow- Hypocrite much?

Robin growls, but Tim can tell he’s doing his best to hide a smile.

-I can leave you here, you know.

He knows Jason is bluffing, looking for a reaction, but the mere idea still makes his barely calming heart kick into overdrive again. The scare of a few minutes ago was too fresh on his mind. He already knows he won’t be going out again soon, not until he could plan a new route to photograph his idols while traveling only by rooftop, to best avoid the scum of the city.

-No, wait… please -he moves forward, hand taking a handful of cape, as if that could stop the vigilante if he actually was planning to leave.

Jason took the chance to wrap him on it like a little blanket, picking him up in his arms like a baby.

-Don’t worry, shortstack. I’m taking you home so I can be sure y’er actually following your bedtime.

Feeling a little braver in his hero’s arms, he fired back- Don’t have any.

-Whatever, you lil liar.

-It’s true. You can ask my parents… that’s it, if you’re willing to go into my house for a chat. Masks are in bad taste though, you’ll have to take yours off.

Truthfully, both his parents are away on business. Not that he needed to know about the bluff.

This time, he didn’t bother to hide his amusement, letting his barking laughter come out.

-You little shit. I’m not giving you my secret that easy.

Tim just shrugs, painting his most innocent smile. It’s difficult to keep it in place when Jason asks for directions, and then drops him at his bedroom’s window.

The giddiness of meeting his hero can’t quench his disappointment when he watches Jason’s back as he leaves. 

A little, childish part of himself had believed, hoped (with all the innocence his heart had left), that when Jason said ‘take you home’, he was talking about his own. 

----.----

He’s training as hard as possible. His body, shaped by the multiple teachers he hired through the years, hurts in a way he never thought possible, and has been like that ever since he first went to the training mats to face Bruce.

He knows the pain is necessary, what he learns there could be the difference between life or death (his eyes never fail to go to Jason’s suit, his altar, where he, as his whorshipper, would always go ask for strength and courage), but it's hard to remember his purpose for being there when he goes to bed each night with aching limbs.

Still, he endures.

This last week has been both harder than any other, and the best he’s ever had. The first, because a full on out gang war had forced him, Dick and Bruce to work overtime, going out every night for twice their usual hours (thank god for spring break). The second, because to save time and strength, he’d been allowed to stay the night at the manor with them.

He can’t believe how nice it is to have breakfast with someone. Sure, they have it at like three pm, but still. The pained body was so, so worth this.

When they caught their last perps, all tied up and pretty for the GCPD, Tim was simultaneously absolutely beat and the happiest he’s been.

Batman puts a hand on his shoulder and squeezes, saying ‘let’s go home, Robin’, and he thinks for a moment he’s dreaming again.

He actually sleeps a bit, on the Batmobile trip. Beyond tired, feels his body being raised and then lowered again in a soft surface, something warm over his chest, and then lights out again.

When he wakes up the next morning, he’s at Drake Manor. The breakfast table is empty, the hallways colder than he remembered, and he wishes last night had actually been a dream. It would hurt less, if it had been all in his imagination; instead, he has to live with the knowledge of being so close, yet so far.

Not for the first time, he wishes ‘home’ were a different place.

----.----

He sighs, dropping his suitcase uncaringly. Anything important is on his phone anyway, who gives a fuck. Certainly not an overworked seventeen year old kid who’s just getting back after a long day. 

The place was clean, spacious and with a modern decoration style he kinda likes. The mechanic fishes certainly give it a nice touch, and the underground nerd cave he built for himself is the cherry on top- bottom, whatever.

It’s a nice house. A place he made for himself, to come back to. With scanners that automatically alert him if some sneaky ninja plants a bug, or a snoopy family member was sniffing around for his toys. He knows everything that happens here, in this little kingdom he built from scratch.

Of course, there are some itty bitty problems with it. Not the layout itself, that one was a dream came true, and no security issue either: all of Ra’s thwarted attempts at having his people breaking in confirmed how tight it was.

But, for some reason, the thermostat didn’t seem to work. It was always way too cold. 

The soundproof walls were good at keeping his secrets under wraps, but they also made it seem so unnaturally quiet, it gave him the creeps.

No table in sight. Not that he needed one, he shrugs. Lunch he eats outside, at the office. Dinner is a quick thing, a sandwich while he gets ready for patrol or some other snack while he types away at his computer. Breakfast… he doesn’t know why, but he never feels right when eating it, so he skips it more often than not.

Sighing again, he falls face first into his absurdly pricey couch. Blindly patting the coffee table until he finds the blanket he always keeps there, he thinks about taking a lil nap. He didn’t sleep last night (or the one before that), so it feels like he’s earned this break.

Decision made, Tim takes his phone out of the secret pocket in his coat and selects the app that makes background noise. He always sleeps better with it.

Yeah. This is a nice, comfortable place.

Too bad it’s not home.

-I just want to go home -he whispers to himself before letting unconsciousness claim him. 

If asked, he’d said the break in his voice was a yawn and not a sob.

----.----

When he wakes up, it’s to noise all around him. That alone puts him on guard so fast he would have pulled a muscle, if he were anyone else. As a Bat-trained vigilante though, he just tensed before opening his eyes to analyze his surroundings.

This… wasn’t his place, where he distinctly remembers falling asleep, face down on his couch. 

This was Titans Tower. Was he losing track of time? Had he been on a fight and got hit on the head? 

-Hey, you’re awake -Kon’s head poked out of the kitchen area, smiling as he floated all the way to where Tim was lying, on the living room’s couch.

The sight of his friend was enough to loosen his muscles. Still unsure but immediately comfortable he sat up straight and looked around. He could hear Bart and Cassie bickering on the background, probably the kitchen, Greta’s laughter coming to him from the same place, and those were Anita’s shoes and Cissie’s backpack near the elevator.

The first two and Kon, he could get. They were all Titans. But the three girls? They were retired, so what…

-Hey, boy wonder, let your brain take a break. I can hear you thinking from here and it’s giving me a headache -the super joked, landing by Tim’s side and poking his forehead lightly.

-That’s because you never think, you aren’t used to it -he fires back automatically. Then, a slow blink-  What are the girls doing here? What am I doing here? Last thing I remember I was… at the Perch. Sleeping.

-Yeah, and what a deep sleep that was. Been pulling all nighters, haven’t you? -his best friend shook his head, beyond giving Tim a disappointed look. They knew each other way too much to be surprised by their respective bad habits- you didn’t even flinch when I wrapped you up in TTK and flew you here. And about the girls, I told Cassie and Bart I was gonna pick you up, and they decided to make a thing out of this and went to bring them here, just to hang out. Like back in the days, you know?

The mention of their Young Justice times never failed to give Tim a heartache, but this time it just made him feel warm. 

He tried to look stern, but the smile he could feel growing on his lips against his will probably ruined it.

-But why did you? Bring me here, I mean.

Kon tilted his head, visibly confused.

-What do you mean? I heard you. You said you wanted to go home.

Something deep and frozen inside him abruptly melted, like it was hit by a flamethrower. The intensity brought tears to his eyes, body shaking uncontrollably as he bent over himself, hands clutching the opposite arm tightly, as if trying to hold himself in one piece.

Kon’s arms were around him in an instant, worried shouts piercing his ears as he plastered the smaller vigilante to his chest, unthinkingly helping him keep his broken pieces together. The warmth from his best friend’s body served as a welder, and Tim could finally breathe without the fear of breaking apart.

-Tim? Fuck, what’s wrong? Are you okay?! Here, dude, I got you.

-Kon? What is i- fuck, what did you do? Hey, Tim!

-Rob? Oh my god he’s crying, why is he crying!

The voices came closer, surrounding him from all directions as multiple hands touched him in an attempt to comfort.

It was too much, too warm, too bright.

He hoped it’d never end.

-I just…

Everyone stopped talking. His voice was broken by sobs, but he sounded happier than they had ever heard him.

-I’m just happy I’m finally home.

[multiyandereimagines]

ahhhhhh!! that piece you wrote w will and jj was so so so so good!! if you were up to it, could you maybe please do like a part two or what happens after??

gladly! i actually felt really proud of it so the fact that you want a part two makes me really happy! thank you anon. ❤️

part one

tw: possesive behavior, abuse (slapping), manipulation

[Yandere Jennifer Jareau & William LaMontagne Jr x Female Teen Reader]

“sweetie.. wake up!”

“awww you must be so tired from yesterday”

“honey it’s time to wake up..”

“y/n!”

your eyes snapped open and you saw jj or as she likes to be called “mom.”

you sighed, not this bitch again...

“rise and shine sweetie!” she went down to kiss your forehead and caressed your messy hair. you didn’t reply, jj chuckled, “i know this is all still very weird to you but trust me it’s better to just accept that things are different now, change can be good thing.” she smiled, you noticed that she was all dressed up. you wanted to ask where she was going that looked like she was a secret agent or something but you kept your mouth shut.

“i’m going to work! i’m an fbi profiler, like we mentioned we catch criminals every single day. i would ask for a day off but this case is pretty intense today and they need me more than ever.”

how the holy hell did she know that?

“your facial expressions sweetie.” she chuckled. “it’s pretty easy to read your face.” she pinched your cheeks gently. “okay so your dad is going to be staying here to keep an eye on you and henry but mostly you. we both know you’re probably going to try and escape so to be safe your dad will be staying here, got it?” nodding your head, hoping she’ll leave you alone already.

“come downstairs and eat some breakfast honey, i’m running a little late so unfortunately i won’t be joining but henry and your dad is eating right now so why don’t you go join them.” she kissed your forehead once again than walked out of your room.

you sat up and quickly changed, jj took you to go shopping for some clothes. not in the same mall of course but that didn’t stop you from trying to get help from a worker which only resulted into jj immediately taking you home and lecturing you, only leaving it off with a warning that she’ll do much worse if you decide to pull something like that again.

after looking somewhat presentable you walked down the stairs and saw only will and henry sitting down at the dinner table chatting about random shit that you weren’t even interested about. they both noticed you once you sat down and began eating. “hi y/n!” henry greeted happily, you smiled at him but didn’t say anything else. “talk to your little brother, y/n. don’t be rude.” will sternly told you. “yeah y/n, don’t be rude!” henry giggled. you mentally rolled your eyes, someone kill me already.

“hey henry.” you said in a monotone voice and began eating some more, “come one at least say it like your actually happy to see him.” you looked over at your “father” who was giving you one of those “disappointed dad�� looks. you sighed, “hey henry!” you tried sounding more upbeat and that made henry giggle even more. “there you go sweetheart, it wasn’t that hard was it?” he smiled.

moments later will got a phone call and excused himself and went to another room. “so how do you like it here?” henry asks, ripping apart his pancake. you shrugged, “i miss my mom” henry nodded, “yeah i miss my mom too but don’t worry, she’s coming back at around night time.” wow he really thinks i’m talking about his mom...

will came back, putting his phone in his pocket. “okay kiddos there’s an emergency at work that i have to be at, y/n and henry can i please trust you both to stay here by yourselves?” the both of you nodded, “great.” he quickly said while putting on a jacket and getting his car keys, than shortly after leaving the house.

“yes!” you cheered and quickly went up to your room, looking out the window and seeing will drive off into the distance. you pulled out a trash bag and quickly stuffed all of your clothes in it, henry entered your room, “what are you doing?”

looking up at him, “henry! can you pretty please not tell your parents about this? can you just say that my mother found me and i’m safe with her now? please..” you begged him hoping he will comply. “alright, i guess i can do that.” “THANK YOU SO MUCH!” getting caught up in the moment you hugged henry tightly, “thank you...” saying one last time and rushing him out of your room to continue packing all your stuff.

speeding down the stairs you said your goodbyes to henry and walked out the door, sighing tiredly, you felt like you could cry right now... you’re finally free!

you stole some money that was in jj and will’s bedroom to catch a bus back home. finally you’re able to see your mom again, it felt like ages without seeing your family again.

you checked the time to see when the bus arrives and it’s not until late at night, looks like you’ve got some time to kill.

~~~

after getting something to eat and walking around some stores you made your way back to the bus station, memorizing the exact time it arrives.

you waited patiently, sitting on your bag full of clothes. you saw lights coming up to you, smiling thinking it’s the bus, instead it the familiar car will was driving. as it stopped in front of you, you saw a very angry jj and will. jj got out of the car and roughly pulled you by the arm, “what were you THINKING trying to escape from us, huh?!” you winced at her yelling, “s-sorry...” jj scoffed, “that’s all you have to say? that’s all you have to fucking say?!” you flinched at her cursing. “get in the car. now.” she basically shoved you inside the car and stuffed your bag next to you. the car ride was silent and uncomfortable, you could literally feel all the frustration and anger in the air and it made you frightened.

the three of you entered the house and henry sat on the couch almost like he was patiently waiting for you guys to arrive. “hey buddy, good job for notifying us that y/n was trying to run away.” will praised him as he smiled at his father proudly. you looked at henry in shock, how dare he betray me like this?!

meanwhile jj didn’t even let you gather up all your emotions, she dragged you to your room and closed the door behind her. “me and your father work endlessly to put bad guys away and when we get told that you ran off somewhere that makes our lives a lot more harder. do you know how devastating that is for us?! that we have to go home early just so that we have to put your ass back here where you belong.” jj was all up in your face now, making you slowly back away.

“i-i needed to get back to my real mom i..” you felt a stinging pain on your cheek and soon your eyes started to water.

did she just slap me?

“ENOUGH! stop talking about her if she really cared about you than she would have busted her ass to come and find you but guess what?! your still here with us so that goes to show that she never even cared about you at all! we’re the ones who care about you so stop with the whole “my mother needs me” bullshit!” you froze in place and looked at jj who started wiping her own tears.

soft sobs escaped your lips, “i-i’m sorry...” you felt arms wrap around you. “it’s gonna be okay sweetie, just please don’t do this again you really had us worrying sick. we love you okay?” you nodded your head and buried your face into her shirt.

maybe your real mother doesn’t care about you... but at least now you have two parents who does.

[rimalovegood]

Smell- LeviathanxReader

This is kinda based on two of the daily chats one with Mammon fogetting his cologne at MC’s room and the other with Asmo teasing MC about smelling like Mammon so I figured out if MC was in a relationship with Levi... well, our jealous boy wouldn’t like it. But it’s also heavily based it on that post on how Levi deals with his jealousy when on a relationship I wrote a few days ago and a headcanon of mine that snake boy has a very sensitive sense of smell.

Fandom: Obey me!

Pairing: Leviathan x GN!Main Character

Genre: hurt/comfort

Word count: 1032

Warning: Levi being angsty, self-deprecating thoughts, mentions of Not Safe For Tumblr themes, insinuations of possesive behavoirs, spoilers of daily chats I guess...thought those are more blatant on the description so sorry for that.

Also this is the first time I write a gender-neutral MC so sorry if I mixed the pronouns somewhere

Summary: MC and Levi are having an anime date and he is really excited, that until he notices they smell distinctly like other demon and his imagination goes wild trying to figure out what does it mean

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Even after a few months of being a couple, Levi still felt a little nervous whenever he and MC had a date. Most of times it wasn’t any different of how it had been before their relationship becoming romantic; just the two of them hanging out on one of their rooms playing games or watching some anime, sometimes they weren’t even doing the same thing. It was just about being together.

It may not being much different from what they did as best friends but still he made sure to made himself and his room presentable before their arrival and he even found himself ready and waiting 10 minutes before the set time.

A knock at the door followed by the password they knew by heart at this point announced his partner’s arrival. He told them to get in and made his best effort to look relaxed as he sit on the couch, like he hadn’t been eagerly waiting for them.

-Hi there! I brought some snacks for our marathon of “I’m a guy but somehow got reincarnated as a magical girl”

-Great, I got all ready so just sit down.

MC walked over where he was, setting the bag of snacks on the table in front of the couch and then taking their sit right beside them. Then it was when he felt something off.

He inhaled deeply just to be sure. He knew that smell. That damned smell….why did MC smell like him?

He felt his fangs coming out as the jealousy he knew all too well filled him inside. Could really MC…his MC be having an affair with his brother?

No…of course they didn’t…. MC wasn’t like that

Then, why did they smell like Mammon’s favorite cologne? What had they been doing together that it had rubbed on MC so strongly?

Images of MC on situations he had only seen on erotic manga came to his mind… Had Mammon forced them in something perverted? No, he wouldn’t… he knew MC was in a relationship, he cared for MC’s feelings

Then had MC given their consent? …maybe he had been right from the beginning, maybe he wasn’t good enough for them… maybe they had gotten tired of waiting for him to be ready to take the next step on their relationship and Mammon had been there to give them what they needed.

After all, who would settle down for a shut in otaku when they had the other 6 rulers of hell, and he suspected even the prince, wrapped around their finger?

MC had always been too good for him, probably that smell was just the proof of what he should have realized long ago.

-Hey, Devildom to Levi…are you ok?-they inched closer and instinctively his tail pushed them away.

“No…this is not ok… MC has always being honest with you… you are overeacting” he told himself as he looked at MC’s worried face; they didn’t even look hurt for being pushed back, just concerned….concerned about his wellbeing. That was the MC he knew.

Yet that smell was so infuriating…even if he told himself everything was alright the essence put all his nerves on fire.

-MC…are you cheating on me?

-What? Of course not….why are you even asking that?-they looked angry, he figured he deserved it.

-I trust you…I really do… but how can I not have doubts when you come into my room smelling like Mammon?-his voice grew smaller and more bashful with every word, shame mixing with all his already conflicted feelings- please, tell me why…

-oh Levi…it’s nothing of what you are imagining!-they smiled reassuringly and gestured to hold his hands but yet again Leviathan couldn’t help to refuse the touch- it’s ok…Yesterday Asmo and Mammon went on a shopping haul and when they came back they stopped by my room to show me their new stuff. Among it there was a bottle of Mammon’s favorite cologne, he opened it for me to smell it but then left it open over my drawer and forgot to take it with him when he returned to his bedroom. None of us noticed till this morning so now all my stuff smells like it.

-Oh…it makes sense…sorry I made such stupid assumptions, it’s fine if you are mad at me I deserve it-he looked away and tried to use his tail to cover his face but MC was having none of it, they inched closer and forced him to look at them.

-everything is fine Levi, look, I know you can be insecure and jealous but it means a great deal to me that you are talking to me about it instead of just getting angry and avoid me forever while I don’t know what did I do wrong.

-But you did nothing wrong

-And you had no way to know if you hadn’t asked…so what if I go get a shower and then we have our date?

-sounds great…you are great

Their cheeks turned a light shade of pink as they gave Levi a quick kiss on the cheek before running into his bathroom.

15 minutes later MC reentered the room wearing one of Levi’s TSL themed t-shirts and sweatpants and strode towards their boyfriend who seemed a lot calmer and was back to his human-like form.

On the other hand, thought he seemed calm on the outside, Levi couldn’t help but hold his breath at the scene; it seemed taken right out a romantic anime. MC just looked so cute on his clothes. And as if it wasn’t enough they just went to sit on his lap like it wasn’t big deal.

-I hope you don’t mind but all my clothes smell the same so I borrowed this from your closet…

-As long as you return them…that shirt is limited edition from the 5th book launching event on Devilbooks-he covertly took in the essence of their skin- you also used my body wash

-well, your bathroom was closer than mine and I figured out it would be easier than going to my room and…

-It’s fine-he pulled them closer to rest his head on their neck while enjoying this new feeling- I like it…that you smell like me.

[simpleb00x]

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Request: Hey i was wondering if for a fic you could write a castiel x reader where sam and dean find her on a hunt and she’s all injured and stuff so castiel has to take care of her back at the bunker. And she gets like super clingy and stuff. But cas is super protective anyways so its fine. Sry if this is odly specific lmao. I just saw you were taking requests. Please tag me in it as well. :)

@unpublishedpoetryfornerds

Warnings: language, suggestive smut (doesn’t go into detail tho), sexual harrassment?(a weirdo at a bar. Need I say anymore?) angst, fluff, kinda gore?

Word Count: 2,000-ish

Pairings: protective!cas x reader, sam winchester, dean winchester

A/N: okay so, when i was writing the second half i was just after reading a sort of yandere!dean fic so cas comes off a little dom-ish. Like, big top energy. I’m not very good at writing authors notes so im sorry. But I hope you get what I mean. Anyways this was a pretty cool request and I probably wrote more than i should have but screw it. Okay, enjoy!

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Castiel’s P.O.V.

To be honest, I wasn’t sure what was going on. Sam and Dean had just walked into the bunker, no not walked, pretty much ran into the bunker. Dean was carrying a figure in his arms, blood staining his shirt. “Castiel! Can you heal her??” He asked, quickly putting the person down on the library table. “I- Let me take a look.” I replied. I brushed the hair out of the young lady’s face and placed my fingers to her forehead, and oh- did I mention that she was beautiful?

“Yes I can heal her. She doesn’t seem to be severly wounded. But I will need to keep an eye on her for a short while. She has suffered a great deal already and I don’t want to risk anything spreading.” Sam and Dean nodded along to what I was saying. “Okay then what are you waiting for!” Dean barked. I turned back to the girl on the table. This time, I placed my full hand on her forehead. After a few seconds, it was visible that she was in much better condition. “Alright. Well, me and Sam need to go and continue this case. But you stay with her. You hear me Cas? Don’t let her out of your sight. According to what we’ve learnt - she has big connections to big things. Even if she doesn’t know about it herself.” Dean said sternly. I nodded.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“So, monsters are real?” He nodded. “And you are an angel?” He nodded again. “Castiel?” I was finding it hard to grasp. But it did make sense. Whatever attacked me that day, was not human. “And your friends.. they kill these bad monsters?” I said timidly. He nodded.

After that, I didn’t go anywhere without Castiel by my side. To the kitchen, the library. The only privacy I really got was in the bathroom. I didn’t mind at all though. This whole thing was terrifying. The attack, the new place, the monsters being real. Castiel was like my rock. Kept me from spiraling out of control. The first night in the bunker. I had a nightmare. It was a bad one as well. Replaying the events of the attack. Me running through the woods, a growl behind me, when I turned to look I slipped and then there was this massive shape above me, pinning me down, and scratching and hitting.

I woke up petrified, shaking and everything. “Y/n?” The door opened and Castiel was standing there. “C- Cas.” I sobbed. Soon he was by my side and the door closed behind him. He pulled me onto his lap and I wrapped my arms and legs around him. He whispered kind words into my hair and kept his arms around me until I calmed down. I didn’t want to let go. He was so warm and his trenchcoat smelt like the earth. Like just after it rains. “Do you want to try sleeping again?” He whispered. “I dunno.” I muttered back. “Here. I’ll stay with you.” He said.

Gently lifting me off him, I lay back down on the bed. He slipped off his shoes and climbed in next to me, his arms wrapping around my waist and my back against his chest. “Is this okay?” He whispered. I could feel his breath on my neck and it gave me goosebumps. “Thank you.” I said in reply. His arms tightened around my middle and soon I drifted off to sleep.

He stayed in my bed every night since then. I told him not to. But he insisted, and every night I found myself curled up next to him. Sam and Dean were back in the bunker after a couple of days. Castiel still stayed by my side, and was even more protective when they were there. “Well. I’d say she’s all better now. Right Cas?” Dean said one evening in the library. “I - I dunno Dean. She’s -,” Castiel started. “You’re right. I’m fine now.” I cut in. Cas clenched his jaw. “Great. I’d say to test this theory. We bring you out for a few drinks. That’ll show us if you’re better or not.” Dean said with a wink in my direction.

We went right then and there. It took a lot of convincing with Cas to let me go. Even though I didn’t understand what the big deal was. I got ready to go out by putting on a little makeup. Some lipstick, foundation, not a big deal. I didn’t do much with my outfit, but I did wear a turtleneck and a pair of baggy jeans. Dean told me I looked hot and Cas said I was pretty. So thats something.

We drove in the impala, me and cas in the backseat. We were sitting right next to each other, and I could almost feel the anger and annoyance radiating off him. I patted his arm gently and gave him a smile. Over the past week of living in the bunker, I’ve learnt to read his mannerisms. I know what he likes and dislikes. To say I know everything about him would be an over statement, but I knew a good amount.

“Here we go. This looks great guys.” Dean said as we pulled in the parking lot of a bar. “Mhmm.” Cas agreed. Sam had stayed at home, even though Dean had been bugging him about it. I got out of baby and followed Dean through the doors, Castiel not leaving my side. We got a nice booth at the end of the bar. It was packed, about ten people were gathered around a single pool table, and the bartender was wiping beads of sweat off his forehead from the amount of drinks he was making.

“Here. I’ll go get us drinks.” I said, getting up. “Beers?” I asked. Dean and Cas nodded. I made my way over to the end of the room, where the bartender was situated. “Three beers please.” I said to him. He nodded and began shuffling around for them. “Hey pretty stranger.” I heard from behind me. A man with dark hair and brown eyes was standing there, his hand gently curling around my waist. “Uh- hi. I- I’m here with friends I’m not really looking for anything -,” I stuttered.

He didn’t care though. Instead, he reached his hand down and grabbed my rear. Which resulted in my flinching away. “I said I’m not interested.” I said, giving him a light push away. “Oh come on. Every girl has got to want just one fun night. I’m sure your friends won’t mind.” He said, whispering in my ear. “I-,” I started talking but soon I found a certain blue eyed angel on front of me. Putting himself between me and the stranger. “She said she’s not interested.” Cas growled.

“Oh, um - sorry man. I didn’t realise that- yeah, I’ll just go now..” the stranger quickly walked away, taking his drink with him. Cas turned around and faced me now, and damn was he pissed. Slamming a twenty on the counter of the bar, he grabbed my hand and lead me away from the bar, and out the door.

“Cas wait!” I shouted, tearing my hand away from his grip. We were in the parking lot, beside baby. “Dean gave me the keys. We’re going home. I’m driving because I know you don’t like being zapped places. Okay?” He barked. I cowered away from him. “Cas what’s wrong? Why are you being so- so annoying!?” I said, my voice getting louder the more I spoke. He was possesive thats for sure. But damn it was one guy.

His features darkened and he took my hand again, this time pushing me into a nearby alleyway and pinning me to the wall. My breath was caught in my throat as I stared into his dagger blue eyes. Why did I feel like this? “Because he touched you. He touched you and you’re not his to touch. You’re mine.” He growled into my ear. I felt my stomach get butterflies and my knees become weak. Just the last bit, ‘you’re mine’ made me want him so bad.

I wrapped my hands around his neck and kissed him. My lips met his and he tasted like honey and vodka. I moaned as he kissed back, his tounge tracing the inside of my mouth. His hands on my waist. Still pushing me against the alleyway wall. I pulled away for a breath, my hands under his trenchcoat. “I don’t care that you don’t like being zapped. We’re going to my room.” He whispered roughly.

The next morning I woke up, tangled in the sheets with the angel. He doesn’t sleep, but he still stayed with me. The entire night. “Hi.” I said. He grinned, gently resting his palm on my cheek, “Hi.” He said. His hand wandered down the my chest, just below my collar bone. Some words of enochian were carved in there. I don’t remember him doing that. “What does that mean?” I asked him. His hand wandered back up to my face and his thumb grazed my lip. “It says, ‘mine’.” He whispered. His expressions were so soft compared to last night. He really showed no mercy, until I said that I was his and his only. It was hot. Hot as hell. Not literally.

“I’m sorry. I must have gotten carried away and left it there. I can get rid of it if you-,” he started. I shook my head violently and pushed in closer to him. “I’m yours. Okay?” I told him. He smiled, using both his hands to play with my hair, and then push it out of my face. “That’s my girl.” He said, planting a rough kiss on my lips once more.

[malyceaduncastellan]

Dear Enemy Brother

Hi guys! I know it has been a long time since I last wrote anything on the Dear Enemy brother AU. Somehow I didn’t play a long time and by the time I was in Ikerev again, Luka’s route had been released and I played it as fast as I could and now I’m really wanting to write on this again. So here on, the fourth addition!

I haven’t decided much quite frankly, I don’t know if this will go as some sort of route between the two brothers but I like to develop and dwell on their relationship a lot. (And to see Jonah being a dork with the Black Army.) Since a lot of events aren’t the same in this AU, some characters might seem OOC to you. Hope you’ll enjoy it!

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Alice the Second

The Jack of Spades knew for a fact that the Black Army had a thing for welcoming strangers. Hell, they had welcomed him between them even when he was an enemy to them, so it was no surprise when Ray Blackwell, King of Spades, had offered to a random girl from the Land of Reason to stay with the Black Army. 

What had surprised him was just how much they had to fight to get her safe to headquarters. Jonah Clemence had been known to be observant. Being the former Queen of Hearts, he also knew how this army worked. He knew what kind of darkness laid within it too.

But even then, it was just weird how the woman just now had seemed like a property the Red Army had to acquire. Jonah couldn’t quite agree with that. A woman couldn’t be a property. She wasn’t a weapon at all either, because with the amount of magic the Red Army possesed, the woman would have passed out on the floor to fast to deflect everything.

So then why was she of any interest to the army? Jonah didn’t like it. And since he knew way more than what he was supposed to know, he could’nt help but wonder if Lancelot hadn’t seen in Alice the second a way to give to the Magic Tower more people to experiment on. He hadn’t stopped at sending his right-hand-man to it and he wouldn’t stop at an unknown woman either.

The worst part was that Jonah still couldn’t tell the Black Army about it. The situation seemed like too dangerous to do anything. The red army was supported indirectly by a contract set by the King of Hearts. And it was supported by the Civic Agency that produced magic Crystals. Meaning that anyone knowing was in immediate danger of death. 

He still didn’t quite understand why the Magic Tower had interest in taking part to the war, but if innocent people had to get caught in it and killed for it, it just wasn’t worth it. That included that girl from the Land of Reason who just seemed scared to no end.

On their way to the Black Bridge, Ray called on to him.

-You seem angry, Jonah.

-Aren’t you? War is not something to be happy with.

-It isn’t that’s for sure. But you seem angrier at the red army than usual.

He stayed silent for a moment, his amber eyes concentrated on the road ahead of him before reponding.

-I don’t like that they’re thinking of using people as weapon.

-You’re speaking of Alice. But then our deal kind of tells her to act as one, don’t you think?

-I know you well enough by now to know you just won’t do it, Jonah whispered. You know they will try to kidnap her on the first occasion?

-You’ll be there to stop that, aren’t you?

Jonah nodded. Of course. He wasn’t about to leave a defenseless woman alone facing red wolves.

-Thought, I think I scare her.

-That’s because you have a haughty look, Clingy Clemence.

-I’m not even going to answer that, Sirius.

-Well, you’re less clingy that when we were kids.

-And there he goes again.

-You just used to follow Lance and I all the time at one point. We couldn’t go to the bathroom alone.

-Will you just stop ranting about that, old man?

-I’m only thirty!

A fit of giggles appeared behind them as Alice couldn’t stop laughing. She was sitting with Seth on his horses, and while the Ten of Spades was just smiling at their banter, the girl couldn’t stop laughing.

And it was seriously becoming embarassing.

-You shouldn’t laugh at your bodyguards like that, Alice, Jonah said.

-Are you pouting, Jonah? Seth asked with his usual sweet voice. It’s not very nice to speak like that to such a gorgeous lady! Watch your manners, you bully boy!

-Says the man who tried to stab me with his fork this morning. You’re not that refined, Seth.

Alice giggled once again, and instead of pouting, it brought a smile to Jonah’s face.

Black Army really did feel like home. And he would work as hard as the others so that the stay would be the least straining for Alice. Without noticing, his glare became hard.

Jonah would not let the Red Army transform her into a tool, not as long as he was alive.

They’d better not underestimate the Jack of Spades.

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Well, there you go! Let me know what you thought of it! If you have any scene in this Au that you would like me to write, don’t forget to ask in the comments of in my ask box! ^^

[winnipegpatty]

to all the boys i’ve loved before [part i] | s.m.

part ii. part iii.

a/n: hey its your local idiot who accidentally deletes her own writing. i changed the gif bc don’t even try and tell me that doesn’t look like a high school noah centineo esc shawn mendes. 

It was the last dinner as a family before Ari would be going to college. Of course she’d chosen the absolute farthest place she could have picked: England. To celebrate, Dad was making Mom’s famous tamales. Well, he would at least try.

“I hate when he makes tamales” Sofia whined. “He always messes up the masa and it’s all crumbly and dry.”

She was eleven, and she was definitely the drama queen of the family.

“It’s sweet,” Ari cooed as she led Sofia down the stairs, “And no matter how it tastes, you take a big bite and say mmmm just like Mom’s, okay?”  

Sofia rolled her eyes, but nodded in agreement anyway.

Just as the three of them reached the stairs, Josh stepped into the entryway, heading straight for Ari. With a quick kiss, he greeted his girlfriend, before hollering out to their dad in the kitchen. I stayed on the stairs, in the background, as I usually did when Josh was around these days.

“Sof,” Josh greeted her younger sister with a high five.

And finally, me.

Stepping off the stairs, I met him halfway. He high fived me as we all moved into the dining room where Dad was setting the table. Ari went back into the kitchen to get everyone’s drinks fixed up.

“I can’t believe we aren’t going to see Ari until Thanksgiving,” Sofia spoke to the table.

“Well, it’s actually going to be Christmas. England is too far to come home just for Thanksgiving,” their dad answered.

“Christmas?” Sofia asked, looking towards Ari as if she might have a secret trip home planned.

“Look on the bright side,” their dad responded, “Ari won’t be here to hog the car so, Y/N can practice her driving.”

Dad took that moment, to pass out the tamales to each plate, and Sofia noticeably grimaced before covering it with a smile.

“I forgot I had to drive with Y/N now.”

“Feel free to take the bus,” I responded with a roll of my eyes.

“You know if you’re ever in a bind, I can always help out,” Josh offered. He was perfect like that, always offering to help wherever he could. “I’m not disappearing; I still live right next door.”

“Orrrrrr, I could drive. And if we ever get pulled over, we’ll just switch places real fast,” Sofia spoke with exaggerated movements as if reenacting the scenario in her mind.

“Excellent idea, sweets,” their dad chuckled.

Ari returned with drinks in tow, handing one to each person, “What are we talking about?”

“Just how bad of a driver Y/N is.”

“And airplanes,” Josh piped in.

Ari looked at him oddly, “Yeah?”

“Yeah just, ya know...how you weren’t going to be able to come home for Thanksgiving. Which, brings me to this…” Josh dramatically pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket, unfolding it to show Ari. “I thought I’d bring some home to you. I’m coming to England.”

It was a plane ticket.

“Hey, look at Josh steppin up!” Dad cheered from the head of the table.

But Ari didn’t look pleased. In fact, she looked on the verge of irate. “You already bought this?”

Josh stuttered over a few words for a moment before standing up. The tension in the air was palpable, and with just the greatest timing Sof truly has ever had she took a bite of her tamale and said, “Mmmmm, just like Mom’s.”

I guess I should tell you about Josh. For the last two years he’s been Ari’s boyfriend. But before Ari even cared that he existed, he was my first boyfriend. Space between the words boy who was a friend. I could tell him anything. We just really understood one another. He was my best friend. We didn’t exactly stop being friend when Ari and Josh got together, things just became….different. They didn’t want me to feel left out. So they invited me everywhere. Like...everywhere. Even on dates. They tried to make it as normal as possible (for a third wheel, I guess), but it just wasn’t the same. It’s not like I wanted to date Josh or anything. I’m happy for Ari. She deserves an amazing guy like Josh. And so I wrote him a letter, and I wasn’t going to send him the letter or anything. It was just for me. So I could understand all these crazy feelings. But I guess really, it was also about how sometimes I imagine what it would be like if I’d realized how I felt about him sooner. If I could have been the girlfriend instead of Ari.

My letters are my most secret possesion, for no one to see but me. There are five total. Kenny from camp, Shawn from seventh grade, Lucas from homecoming, Jake from Model UN, and….Josh. I write the letters when I have a crush so intense that I can’t even think straight. When I don’t know what to say.

Ari would say I’m being dramatic, but I think drama can be fun. Just as long as no one knows about it.

Ari and Josh broke up that night. Before mom died, she told Ari to never go to college with a boyfriend. And the next morning, she left for England. And that was the end of Ari and Josh.

Ari always said that when something is no longer useful, you either donate it, recycle it, or throw it away. I always knew she felt that way about objects, but I didn’t know she thought about people like that too. I didn’t know it was possible.

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It was first day of junior year. Ari was in England. I’d actually cleaned my room last night which has never happened before. And I was driving Sof to school for the first time. It all felt so wrong.

Walking down the halls as a junior in high school, I was almost at the top. I passed Josh, which felt both weird and more natural than it had in the past two years. But as I turned too look at him as I walked away, he looked sad.

Walking backwards wasn’t my strong suit though because moments later I walked right into a person.

“Ow. Excuse you!”

“Oh, shit. I’m so sorry, Gen.” I answered as I moved away from the girl who was basically the devil incarnate. “I’m so sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Oh, it’s you.” Gen sneered.

Gen...Genevieve. We used to be best friends, but post middle school for reasons having to do with her popularity, and my lack thereof. We are no decidedly, not.

At least school was the same.

“Cute boots,” Gen spoke as she eyes my boots with clear distaste.

“Thanks, they’re vintage,” I did my best to smile.

“And they’re amazing! Not everyone can rock the, but Y/N can really pull them off.”

Christine...Chris. Gen’s cousin. My best friend. My only friend really.

And then walked in the devil’s boyfriend. Shawn.

“Hey babe,” he said as he wrapped his arms around Gen’s stomach, and kissed her lightly on the temple.

“Hiiii.” Gen said sweetly.

“How’re you doing?”

“Oh I’m good, how are you?” She cooed back, clearly enamored by Shawn.

Shawn, you remember him. From seventh grade. From the letter. That’s this Shawn. Gen’s Shawn. Seventh grade, my first real boy girl party, and well, everyone knew that Shawn and Gen, who at the time was still my bestie, only liked each other. And it was at the first long awaited boy girl party that I had my friend kiss….with Shawn. It was only a spin the bottle kiss, but it was a kiss.

“I was just complementing Y/N on her adorable boots,” Gen said to Shawn, “Come on, there are more important people to talk to.”

Gen waltzed away from the them leaving Chris, me, and Shawn to stare uncomfortably after her.

“She just stopped drinking caffeine for a, uh, diet, I think.” Shawn mumbled as he tugged on a few of his shorter curls. “She’s just going through withdrawls.”

“Are you sure she doesn’t just have a chemical imbalance?” I retorted.

“Right,” Shawn said as he turned and walked away.

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Lunch came around, and everything was wrong again. Ari was my go to lunch date. And now I was alone, yet again.

I ended up on the bleachers, next to Josh. Which wasn’t awkward at all.

“I gotta ask,” Josh asked quietly as I sat next to him. “Did she tell you? You guys talk about everything, and I just….”

“She didn’t tell me about this,” I shook my head.

“Well, we’re still cool, right?”

“Yes, we’re cool.”

We ate lunch then, in complete silence. And before you say anything about it, I know what you’re thinking. We really were cool. However I felt about him, I would never do that to Ari.

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“This cafeteria is soooooo much bigger than at the elementary school,” Sof squealed. “And everyone wanted to sit by me, oh my god it was just so cool.”

“Yeah, I can totally relate,” I mumbled as we both got into the car.

One more drive and we’d be home free. One day of driving down….hundreds more to go. I waited for Sofia to buckle up, before I began to pull out.

“Woah, hey.” I heard a voice that sounded shockingly like Shawn Mendes.

Sofia laughed, “You really are going to get us killed.”

I shut my eyes closed, hoping maybe Shawn would forget about almost just getting hit by a car. But the tap on my car window said otherwise. I rolled down the window. Honestly, running him over may have been less painful, at least for me.

“Hi.”

“Hi,” I sounded mortified even to myself.

“How ya doing?” Shawn asked with a smile on his face. He was bent down so he was at eye level with me (which made everything a million times worse because his eyes were fucking gorgeous and I was going to fucking die).

“Good.”

“Yeah?” He asked.

“Yeah,” I whispered.

“You know people usually check behind them before they reverse? You know...to avoid killing others. It’s a thing we do.”

“Yeah, well, I’m just not, completely comfortable with the mirrors in this car yet.” I stuttered.

Sofia laughed from her seat, and really I would have liked to have run her over with my car.

“Yeah, clearly. You think you’re going to be able to make it out of the parking lot...or?”

“No, no we’ll be just fine. So you should just go, yeah, we’re fine.”

“Yeah, whatever you say.” He pointed at Sofia in the car, “Hey uh, you’re in charge.”

Shawn walked away, and I rolled up my window as Sofia said, “Who was that?”

“That was Shawn Mendes.”

We sat in the parking lot for a few minutes before Sofia said, “So, are we gonna go home?”

“Yeah, of course. We’re just going to wait for all the cars to leave first.”

____

“You know, Y/N, if you had a boyfriend, maybe you wouldn’t have to drive at all cus he would take us places” Sofia spoke as they were both sat lounging on the couch watching an episode of Stranger Things on Netflix.

I turned to look at Sofia, “If that’s what it takes, I think you’re stuck with me for a while. Sorry Sof.”

“I don’t know, what about that guy you almost killed?”

“He’s dating Gen.”

“So?”

She really was too young to understand these things apparently. Shawn Mendes was taken. A couple like Shawn and Gen don’t just break up. They’re together for at least the entirety of high school. They’re the It Couple. They’re the ones that go on to get married and become high school sweethearts. People like Shawn Mendes don’t leave girls like Gen for other girls like me.

“You know, it’s not just that.” Sofia shifted on the couch to lean against me. “Don’t you find it kind of odd that we’re at home on a Friday night, watching tv again?”

“No?”

Sofia sighed, clearly frustrated with me. “Y/N, I’m not saying this to make you feel bad, but I’m eleven. And I cancelled plans to be here tonight, and well you’re sixteen. And you never have plans.”

“That is way harsh.”

“The truth hurts, Y/N.”

____

Running the mile would most likely be the death of me. Chris, God bless that girl, was keeping pace with me despite the fact that she could have easily passed me by now. Only two more laps were left, or was it three? I was honestly just banking on Chris knowing or the coach to stop us at the right time. This could quite possibly be the third year in a row that I failed to make the time for the mile, but I wasn’t about to start practicing for this or anything.

“Hey!” I heard a voice from behind me.

I looked over at Chris to see if she was talking to me, but she just shrugged her shoulders at me.

“Hey! Y/N,” I slowed down, looking behind me.

It was Shawn. Shawn Mendes.

“Can I talk to you?” He asked.

“Um, me?” I asked, still slowly jogging alongside Chris and with Shawn trailing behind.

“Hey, SM, I heard my cousin dumped you for a college freshman, that true?”

“Uh, I heard you have horns, that true, Chris?”

“Yep, they’re red and shiny.”

Finally they came to a stop. I was definitely failing the mile. “I need to talk to you, Y/N. Uh, alone,” Shawn eyed Chris.

She hummed, slowly backing away, “Well, if you need me, I’ll uh, yeah.” She ran away and gestured in the direction she was running.

“Listen, I wanted to say that I’m flattered, and I appreciate it. But it’s just never gonna happen.”

“I’m sorry, what? What are you talking about?”

Clueless was a pretty good word for this moment.

“Look, from what I remember of that kiss it was hot, for it being in seventh grade, and I think it’s really cool that you think my eyes like sparkle or something.”

And it was in that moment that you saw it. The letter. Yes, the letter. The letter that you’d written to Shawn, never to be given to Shawn. The letter professing your all consuming seventh grade sized love for the boy that had been dating your best friend’s cousin for months. This could not be happening. How did he get that letter? Who sent him that letter? Did the others have letters too? Shawn was still talking, saying something about how he and Gen were just so fresh, he couldn’t start anything else. But I wasn’t listening, I looked over his shoulder and saw what was quite possibly my worst nightmare.

Josh.

Josh, who was headed towards me and Shawn, holding a eerily similar looking letter in his hand. He looked just as confused as I currently felt, and I did the first thing that I could think of to stop the oncoming questions Josh most definitely had. I kissed Shawn.

Yeah, I know. Not my smartest idea. Not my proudest moment. But I did it, I practically threw myself into Shawn’s arms, and kissed him. And not the seventh grade kind of peck kiss we’d had prior. But a real kiss. Like a, I need to make Josh think I’m in love with Shawn Mendes right now so that he won’t think I’m in love with him kind of kiss.

And just as I pulled away, Shawn looked equally as confused as Josh had before. Before Josh could say anything, I ran past them, back towards the main building. I think I heard Josh call after me as I ran past him, but I definitely did not stop to look back. And that’s how I evaded the two most uncomfortable moments of my life. Or so I thought.

Heading straight for the girls restroom, I locked myself in the nearest stall. Quite literally falling to the ground in a fit of panic. But without even a few seconds of privacy, the door opened.

“Hey, Y/N, you in there?”

“No.”

What the fuck. Why would I actually say no?

And then, another letter, this one addressed to Lucas, was being slipped under the stall door.

“Look, I just saw you run in here, and I wanted to make sure you were okay,” Lucas said from the other side of the stall door. “I thought you might want that back.” He meant the letter, “It seemed a little personal.”

“Lucas, I wrote this years ago,” I said as I finally made my way out of the stall. It looked like this wasn’t a conversation I could get out of.

“Freshman homecoming, right? I had a lot of fun that night too,” Lucas looked at me. He had kind eyes. “But I thought I should tell you, I’m gay. You know that right?”

“Yeah!” I said overly excited, “Of course, I totally knew that.”

I definitely did not know that.

“Okay.”

____

The letters are out. They’re out. There’s nothing I can do about it. Silver lining. Kenny’s letter was addressed to the dorms at camp, so he’ll at least never know about my crush.

“You really oughta relax,” you heard Josh’s familiar voice in your head. Great, hallucinations. So I was officially insane. Maybe I sent the letters out myself and didn’t even remember. “I know you love me.”

“Loved. Past tense. You’re Ari’s.”

“Dear Josh, I lie awake at night. And sometimes I wonder what it would be like to run my fingers through your hair. What it would be like to lie and stargaze with y--”

“Shut up! You’re not real.”

From your window, you could see Josh approaching your front door. Awesome.

“I’m more real to you than he is,” the Josh in your head responded.

Not even seconds later I heard dad calling for you from downstairs, “Josh is here!”

Time to face the music, I guess.

Orrr, I could always climb out the window. Which seemed infinitely like the better choice than having to tell your sister’s ex boyfriend that you used to love him. Yeah, I’m definitely going out the window. Stepping out of the window seemed easy, until I tripped and fell. I rolled down the small roof, and yep, right onto the fucking grass. But whatever, it’s fine. That’s the price I pay for avoidance I guess. I grabbed my bike from the front porch and hightailed it to the diner across town.

I sat in peace, drinking an amazing strawberry milkshake, until Shawn came in and sat down. Right. Next. To. Me.

“Hey, Y/N.”

Would it be possible to ignore him?

He ordered a chocolate shake and waited for you to say something.

“Whatcha doing here?” I decided on casual avoidance. Pretend like the elephant didn’t exist and it would disappear, right?

“I’m just here to take down a delicious chocolate shake, eh?”

“Cool, cool.”

“Actually, I stopped at your house and your sister said you’d probably be here.”

I was going to kill Sofia.

“Look, I just wanna be super clear. I’m flattered, for real, I am. But like, Gen and I just broke up.”

“Are you trying to reject me right now,” I asked with disinterest.

“Well, yeah. Cus it didn’t really seem like it...got through to ya, the first time, back there, at school?”

“Shawn Mendes, I’m not trying to date you.”

“Okay, like I hear you, but you’re not really acting like that.”

“Listen, here’s the situation. I don’t actually like you. I just kissed you, so it looked like I liked you so that someone else wouldn’t think I liked him.”

Yes, great, tell him all the details. It’s not like the situation was embarrassing enough as it is.

“Oh okay, who’s that?”

“What?”

“You gotta tell me who the guy is, or I’m just really not gonna believe you.”

“No,” I shook my head furiously. No way was he getting that out of me.

“Okay well, then I’ll just tell the rest of the school that you wrote me a love letter.”

“Um, no okay, no. It’s uh, Josh Sanderson?”

“Wait, doesn’t he date your sister?”

“Well, he dated my sister. Like past tense. And he also got a letter, so you can see how awkward and complicated that whole situation could get. And thus why I needed to kiss you.”

Shawn held his hand up as if to tell me to stop, “Wait woah, you sent more than one letter?”

I shook my head.

“Wow, you really think you’re special and then you find out she wrote letters to two guys.” Shawn depressingly sipped from his chocolate shake.

“Uh, yeah. There were actually five letters.”

“You sent five love letters. Damn, Y/N, you’re a player. Who else?”

“If I tell you, will you leave me alone?”

Shawn mumbled a bit, “Maybe.”

“Okay, Lucas James.”

“But he’s...gay.”

“You don’t know that,” I tried to play it cool.

“Everyone knows that.”

I DID NOT KNOW THAT. Why was I the only person who didn’t know that Lucas was gay? Was I really that blind?

“Who else?”

“Someone from camp and someone from the fifth grade. Are we good here?”

“Uh, uh yeah.” I got up to leave before Shawn’s hand touched my wrist, “Wait wait, let me take you home?”

“So...what are you gonna tell Josh?” Shawn asked as his Jeep pulled up to the front of my house.

“I guess the truth.”

“But what is the truth? Do you like him...do you not?”

“It’s not your problem, Shawn.” You smiled as you hopped out of the Jeep, grabbing your bike from the back.

“Hold up, Y/N,” Shawn called as he ran up beside you. “What if you didn’t tell him?”

“What?”

“What if...we let people...think we were together? And like..not just Sanderson, but everyone?”

“Why would you want that?”

“Well Gen went nuts when she heard that you kissed me. And if she thinks we’re a thing, she’ll want to get back together.”

“Oh, so you wanna use me as your pawn?”

“Well,” Shawn rolled his neck a little, “technically you already used me as yours.”

You were decidingly going to ignore that comment. You headed closer to the front door, kicking the stand on your bike and letting it go.

“Look, you don’t have to give me an answer now, just maybe think about it?”

“Bye Shawn,” I threw over my shoulder, ignoring his last statement completely.

Fake dating Shawn Mendes, yeah fucking right. Like that would ever happen.

[81scorp]

Constructive criticism: Wonder Woman 1984

Ah yes, Wonder woman, the first time Wonder woman got her own (live action) movie, and also the first DCEU movie that was made competently.

After the positive response it looked like the course was clear for a sequel. A sequel was made and... it looks like the (by the time I`m writing this) latest DC movie embraced the tradition, that started with the first DCEU movies, of being divisive.

The tone was very different from the first WW movie, but taking that aside... there were still more problems.

And I`m not just talking about the controversy of Steve Trevor possesing the body of another man and taking it out for a spin without the man`s consent.

From what I`ve heard Patty Jenkins wanted to capture the spirit of Richard Donner`s Superman but it seems she instead recreated the spirit of the Richard Lester movies.

With a tiny pinch of rapiness.

I have a confession to make: I haven`t actually seen this movie, because I don`t have HBO Max, but I`ve heard about the plot from several movie reviewers on youtube. And from what I´ve heard, it sounds like this one is worthy of getting the old CC treatment from ol`Scorpy.

Before I rewrite WW 1984 I want to say something about the first WW.

In my editorial "DCEU in general" I wrote that there was a only a tiny thing that I wanted to change. I`d like to add one more thing: Sir Patrick should not have been Ares.

Here`s how I would have changed it.

When Sir Patrick shows up in the tower and Diana uses her lasso on him he reveals that he is in fact Hermes, the messenger of the gods. The real Ares is still alive, imprisoned in a dungeon somewhere. The gods of olympus are still alive, they have just distanced themselves from the mortals. Diana is meant to be an agent that takes care of all the mess that the gods themselves have caused. Since Ludendorff is a disciple of Ares it technically means that it`s a job for Wonder Woman, it was Hermes job to get her out on the field and into the war. Since Ludendorff is dead now it means that Diana has finished her mission. What she does now is up to her. Diana is of course disillusioned. Steve gets on the plane, flies away in it and blows it up. Diana is distrought, sees Dr Maru and wants to kill her. She goes after her, is attacked by soldiers but easily throws them to the side. Diana is about to kill a helpless Dr Maru but... she can`t. She angrily tells Maru to get lost and leaves the base.

A few days later Diana (still disillusioned) sits at a cafè. She sees a boy being reunited with his father, it opens her eyes a little to the goodness of humans and what she helped to protect. A little girl gives her a flower. Diana smiles a little. She leaves the cafè and starts walking. She has a long journey ahead of her.

And that`s how I would do it.

It would work better with Steve`s little speech about how everone`s to blame, but it would also work better with what I have planned for the WW sequels.

So, with the first Wonder Woman out of the way... if I had a wish granting dreamstone that would let me travel back in time and make some adjustments to this movie, what would I have done?

1: instead of having it take place in the past I`d have it take place in the present. Chronologically after the first Justice League movie (OR the Batgirl and Supergirl movie.)

2: Wonder Woman would be able to fly and she can`t make things invisible.

3: Like I said in my CC of Justice League: Wonder Woman wouldn`t have a secret identity in my version. That`s right, Diana could be open about her superheroing and still keep her day job. (Hey, it works for Jennifer Walters.)

What would I call my version?

Either Wonder Woman 2 or Wonder Woman: Something something far from homecoming.

Plot

WW stops a bunch of terrorist from terrorizing. She leaves them for the police to take care of and is unaware of that she is being watched from afar by a red haired woman.

She has dinner with Barbara, an old work buddy from the museum. Barbara looks up to and is a little jealous of Diana, she would also like to be part of something big, make a real change in the world. During the conversation she mentions that her parents were not very encouraging. Besides that she asks Diana if she`s gonna show up at the museum`s new exhibition that is tomorrow. Diana thinks she`ll just steal to much attention from the historical, greek artefacts (her being a superhero with no secret identity and all) but decides that she`ll show up because the publicity will be good for the museum.

End of the day: Diana walks home, signs some autographs and meets the red haired woman that we saw earlier and recognizes her from her childhood! It`s Circe! Circe hasn`t aged a day since Diana last saw her.

She and Diana used to have fun together, Diana once showed her the different sights of the island, like the Temple of Athena, the Temple of the seven siblings and all the cool beaches. Circe used to say something about poetic about the setting of the sun. After a while Circe was banned from Themiscyra  by Diana`s mother, Queen Hippolyta. She was afraid that Circe was having a bad influence on Diana. Circe admits that she had an irresponsible side back then, but she has changed now. Now she`s trying to do something good and productive with her immortal life. They say goodbye and hope to meet again and talk some more.

Meanwhile: Barbara is using the subway. There`s a guy who is obnoxious, unpleasant and bothers the other passengers. Barbara gets so annoyed with him that she fantazises about beating him up, she is the kind of person that always bottles up all her anger.

Somwhere else: Diana is having a date with... Steve Trevor? They`re at an amusement park having a good time until Steve tells her that he has to catch a plane. Diana tries to warn him that the if he gets on that plane he`ll die but can`t, her voice is gone and her feet are stuck in the ground. Steve gets on the plane, it flies away and explodes. Diana wakes up. It was a just a nightmare.

Next day: Diana stops a robbery of an armed van. The van almost runs over... Steve Trevor? Diana stops the van and the robbers and checks if Steve is OK. He is fine, but he is also not steve Trevor. Diana had an hallucination.

Later that night: The inauguration of new exhibition at the museum. There are many people there, including Diana and Barbara. They talk and mingle. (This could be a good place for a Lynda Carter cameo.) Barbara has a pleasant conversation with a woman who turns out to be Circe, Diana doesn`t ntoice because she`s busy talking to other people. Some of the people are actually there to see the ancient, greek artefacts. Diana sees Steve Trevor again. She follows him, taps him on the shoulder, he turns around aand... it`s just Jimmy Olsen.

Diana is starting to doubt her sanity. What if her hallucinations get worse? She could risk the lives of innocent people. She goes to a psychiatrist who suggests that she take a vacation. When Diana leaves the psychiatrist turns out to be Circe in disguise. Diana puts on her WW outfit, packs her bags and flies to Themiscyra where she is welcomed by her  Amazon sisters and is reunited with her mother.

Next day: Subway. Once again Barbara is annoyed by an obnoxious man on the train and once again she bottles up her anger. Circe sits behind her, talks to her, says that she understands how she feels. They hear from a guy next to them who watches the news on his smartphones that Diana was seenflying over the atlantic with packed bags. A source has confirmed that Diana has been going through a lot of stress and is taking a vacation. Circe says that she doesn`t blame her, must be a tough job. She also adds that it would be nice if there could be someone to do her job while she`s gone. Barbara is interested in such a job. Circe takes Barbara to her  fancy apartment, gives her a potion to drink that turns her into Cheetah.

Themiscyra: Diana (wearing a typical Themiscyrian outfit) spends most of her day farming. At the end of the day she still has a hallucination involving Steve Trevor.

She worries if she will ever get well.

U.S.A: Cheetah stops a mugger. She enjoys beating him up a little too much, she doesn`t kill him though, he lives but is badly injured. Circe who saw her in action shows up and offers a few comments and a little constructive criticism but is otherwise pleased with how well it went.

Cheetah, still high from the adrenaline, leaps off into the night to find more robbers to beat up.

Themiscyra: Diana spends most of her day making pottery. After a long day she sits down and relaxes. A plane crashes nearby, it is on fire, she rescues the pilot who turns out to be a badly burnt and dying Steve Trevor. He dies in her arms. She wakes up. It was a nightmare.

A little later she talks to her mother about her problem. Hippolyta suggest that she goes to the temple of the seven siblings.

We get a flashback where Hippolyta explains to Diana as a child abut the temple. In the temple there`s a carving on the wall depicting what appears to be a jewel. The Stone of Morpheus. Morpheus is one of the seven siblings. It is said that if you touch that carving you will, the next time you fall asleep, have a dream that guides you and helps you with any problem you might have.

Back to the present: Diana is sceptical to that whole "touch the image of the stone and it will help you in your dream" thing because she believes it to be just superstition. Buuut this time she`s willing to try anything, so she gives it a try.

U.S.A: Cheetah beats up some small crooks. Circe gives her a couple of bracelets that will increase her strength because she believes that things are about to get serious. (Cheetah is strong but not take-on-Wonder-Woman strong).

Themiscyra: Night: Diana wakes up and sees a  little girl standing in the door. The girl looks like a child version of herself. The girl tells her to follow, Diana (in her WW outfit) follows her outside the city to a cave. Diana goes into the cave. She goes deeper and deeper, further and further. She meets Steve Trevor who tells her to go back, it isn`t safe. She ignores his advice and continues. She comes to a giant underground hall. There are statues in the hall, statues of her. In the center of it all is a green jewel stuck in a giant web of stone. Diana believes that the stone is the cause of her troubles and goes up to it to destroy it. Steve Trevor once again shows up to stop her. Diana tries to ignore him like last timebut this it`s not that easy, because now he fights back. Diana is forced to reluctantly fight Steve Trevor who is just as strong as she, and he can also teleport. Steve says something about the setting of the sun. That sounds familiar to Diana, where has she heard that before? Wait a minute! Of course! How could she miss it? This is is all Circe`s work. When she realizes that Circe is behind this Steve Trevor changes and becomes Circe. Diana have no qualms about fighting Circe. She defeats her, goes to destroy the stone, Circe tries to stop her with her magic and succeeds, but only temporarily. Diana gets near the stone and smashes it. Circe is gone. Diana leaves the cave and wakes up in her bed.

Sunrise: Diana changes to her WW outfit, says good bye to her fellow amazons and her mother and leaves Themiscyra.

U.S.A: Diana lands outside the museum and is soon joined by Cheetah. Cheetah, glad that Diana is back, suggests they team up and become a crime fighting duo. Diana wonders what happened to her, Cheetah  explains that some one named Circe is responsible for her transformation. Diana needs to find Circe and tells Cheetah that Circe is evil. Cheetah doesn`t like hearing that, things escalate and they fight.

Diana manages to break Cheetah`s bracelets and defeat her. She uses the lasso of truth to find out Circe`s whereabouts. Cheetah doesn`t know where she is now but remembers where her apartment is.

Diana goes to Circe`s apartment, this time it`s empty and it doesn`t look fancy at all, it looks like no one has lived there for years. A candle lights up by itself. Above the candle we can see and hear a pre-recorded message from Circe. She tells Diana that she can`t be there right now, she has more important things to take care of. She also tells Diana not to worry, the house that she`s currently in is empty, no innocents will be harmed.

The building explodes.

Diana survives with only a few bruises (she`s Wonder Woman after all).

Somewhere in a Las Vegas hotel: Circe is sipping on some champagne when she sees that a ring on one of her fingers is glowing. She knows that this means that Diana has gotten her message and the building has exploded. She picks up and looks at some ancient-looking artefact (one of the ancient greek artefacts that we saw earlier at the museum to be exact).

Her cellphone rings, she picks it up and tells the person/persons on the other end that she has the artefact. We get a flashback that shows that she stole it from the museum as soon as Diana left for Themiscyra. (And for a skilled sorceress like her it was super easy, barely an inconvenience.)

Circe: Don`t worry boys. I`m gonna get your daddy out of prison.

Back on Themiscyra: Diana talks about how it went and laments that two of her old friends turned into enemies. Hippolyta comforts her and says some encouraging words.

Later that night: Diana is wearing a fancy dress at a very fancy restaurant with... Steve Trevor?

She`s having a dream again. The reason she sees him this time is because deep down she wanted to say good bye to him in a more positive way, she doesn`t want her fight with him in the cave to be her last memory of him.

Steve: Let`s end this on a high note.

The two of them dance to classy, romantic music. (Maybe a cover of "The way you look tonight".)

She`s having a great time. End on a freeze frame. Fade to black.

End credits roll.

Not great but hopefully not bad. A little short in the second act.

And yes: the temple of the seven siblings thing and the stone of Morpheus is my sneaky way of sneaking the Sandman characters into my DCEU.

Cheetah would later come come back in Justice League 2. She`s one of the villains that Lex Luthor has recruited for his Atlas shrugged-inspired plan to take over the world. (The other villains are: Metallo, Doc Hammond, Poison Ivy, Deathstroke and King Shark.)

Cheetah`s next appearance should be in Justice League 3. In this movie she switches to the good guys`s side and after the giant climax she and Diana become a romantic couple, that way we get some important LGBTQIA+ representation.

And in Wonder Woman 3 Diana, Cheetah and Supergirl teams up to fight Ares (the real one this time), who has been freed from his prison by Circe, Phobos and Deimos.

And that`s how I would do it.

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