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s0urw00lf · 2 months

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Protectors: lunatic

A Derek hale x reader story

Summary: Derek and y/n finally have their long awaited date

When y/n awoke the next morning it hadn't taken her long to realize Derek hadn't been home at all, as his side of the bed was still somewhat made up. This made her somewhat worried. Her worry only worsened when she saw the amount of messages she had from both Scott and Stiles, claiming to have been attacked by the alpha and Derek being dead. Y/n felt as if the world froze as she re-read the words on her screen. The words that echoed in her brain were "Derek was killed". With y/ns experience (Derek and herself included) when a supernatural creature dies, it rarely stays dead. Just this time she didn't know if the same applied to Derek or not. No body was found so there was hope there.

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Y/n was over at Deaton's, he'd never failed to remind her that she always had a room in his home (as well as in the Stilinski's) and she finally took him up on his offer, deciding she didn't want to be at home alone, or burden Noah and deal with his hyperactive creation and his stupidly oblivious best friend. She was staring at the ceiling with nothing on her mind, finally able to rid herself of the image of Derek being thrown to the side after being stabbed through his back into his chest. She'd begun having a feeling in her stomach, something telling her to go open her window, she didn't complain she needed the fresh air, and she had a feeling she knew what it was about.

One glance out of the now open window and she let out a sigh of relief "Finally" she said backing away to open space for him to climb in. When he entered the window and stood in front of her he tilted his head to the side and squinted his eyes "Really? 'Finally'?" He mocked. Y/n smiled teasingly "You are the only person I know too stubborn to be killed and stay dead," she said. "Funny," Derek said sarcastically, and y/ns teasing stopped. She hugged him "All jokes aside I missed you, and I was worried. I thought about resurrecting you," she said joking but also serious. "I would've expected you to," Derek said also joking but serious. Y/n laughed placing her head on his chest, Derek placed a kiss on Y/n's forehead then to her nose and lastly her lips, y/n let out a breath as they moved in sync, pulling away she inhaled looking him in the eye "thought id never get to feel that again" she said before the two went into a comforting silence and swayed for a while.

"Get dressed," he said suddenly. Y/n pulled away confused, "I am dressed," she said slowly. Derek laughed "No I mean get dressed up I'm taking you on that well-deserved date," he said smiling. Y/n's eyes lit up "It's about time I was promised a date weeks ago," she said giddily before she paused. "Wait it's a full moon," she said. He shakes his head "Schools are not out yet, we'll be done by the time the sun sets" Derek says. Y/n nodded, both of them knew it wasn't the most ideal amount of time but between the alpha, the "newborn" wolf, and the hunters, this would probably be the only time they had off, 1. Because everyone -Scott and Stiles- thinks Derek's dead, and 2. They also think y/n is mourning her loss.

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Derek was lucky y/n had left some things here from when she was a teenager and she could still fit into them, specifically a black dress and her black combat heel boots that funnily enough she didn't get to wear as much as she wanted to. Derek had left about 45 minutes ago to get ready himself, y/n didn't know where he'd get something fancy because all he owned was his infamous black leather jacket, some t-shirts, and jeans, he called it "packing light". When y/n was finished dressing she put on a barely noticeable red lipgloss and mascara, deciding that she didn't want to overdo it. She headed downstairs to meet him at the door, she already knew he was there from the not-so-quiet way his car pulled up. She opened the door, coming face to face with Derek who looked even more handsome than usual in his black kind of formal outfit. "You look beautiful" he said taking in her outfit, she smiles "thank you, have I told you how much I love the color black on you?" she asked; Derek's smile widened "only once a day" he said. His eyes fell to the shoes she was wearing, but this time taking a good look, "are those the ones you used to dent Jason's car" he asked pointing at the shoes. y/ns eyes widened at the memory "Oh my gosh I completely forgot about that" she said covering her mouth while giggling.

Derek laughed along with her, before holding out his hand for y/n to take, which she did. He led her to his car and held the door open for her before getting in himself and pulling off in the direction of the location where their date took place. The place Derek had set up was in the middle of a huge green field, it was a picnic. Y/n covered her mouth in shock "You did this?" she asked looking up at him with tears pricking her eyes. Derek smiled and nodded, y/n pulled him down by his collar, connecting their lips. Derek let out a groan before y/n pulled away "Thank you" she said with a smile.

the two sat and talked for hours about everything and nothing, "why'd you do it?" Derek asked. "do what" Y/n asked face etched with confusion, "dent Jason's car." he answered. y/n sighed dropping her head in embarrassment. "Well you know I was really angry back then, with you shutting me out because of Kate, and around that time I was also looking for my parents. Something Jason had somehow found out about, I think he'd found my journal. Haven't had it since then. But it had all of my secrets, your secrets and I couldn't let it get out, and he never let me forget that he knew. I mean it was every day he had said something about it, so one day during a break he was in the gym playing basketball with you, I went outside and his car was there and I was angry, so I kicked it again and again. Back then I wasn't aware of my strength." She said, Derek sat taking in the information. "Once a protector always a protector," he said. "What, I tell you the story and that's what you say," y/n asked jokingly. Derek rolled his eyes in the dramatic Derek fashion "I meant you've been protecting me since before you were even given the role of a protector." He said. Y/n nodded, not ever having thought about it that way, "well someone's gotta watch out for you while you have your back turned" she said leaning in to kiss him but was stopped when her phone began to buzz, she picked it up and Stiles' name popped up

Stiles- I know it's hard for you right now, but it's the full moon, and Scott's starting to look like he wants to murder me

Y/n sighed, "stiles says he thinks Scotts gonna kill him," she said. Derek groaned "Guess the dates' over huh?" He said looking at her. Y/n nodded "Duty calls," she said. Derek nodded but bought his hand up to her chin to pull her in for one last deep kiss, y/n pulled away looking at Derek with love filled eyes to which he returned.

And just like that the date was over, and Derek was watching over Scott from afar (much to her dismay) she wanted him home resting and he wanted her home resting and everyone could see who won that debate.

This was very fast paced, so dont mind that, i decided to take this episode when derek isnt really in and make them have some much needed time together. hope you enjoyed the fluff.

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igotanidea · 1 year

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five years later : Jason Todd x fem!reader

the graphic is not mine, found it on Pinterest, all credit goes to the author.

Another piece of Cheshire!reader!verse aka what happened earlier, when Cheshire (Y/N) found out Jason was not in fact dead.

Other parts are: Cheshire cat and That damn gala and can be read regardless.

Warnings: all of it. Smut. Insecurities and mentions of scars. Angst. Mentions of Jay flings and Y/N unsatisfying relationships. Fluff at the end. MINORS DNI!

Loosely inspired on the song "Lost in the fire" by The Weeknd.

The air in the room was filled with so much tension and palpable electricity that the slightest spark could set it able. Y/N and Jason were sitting on the opposite sides, eyeing each other. She was suspicious, cold and unwavering. He was a bit nervous, shy and unsure what to say.

“So….” she started crossing her arms over chest “ you were dead”

“Yeah.”

“Did you get bored?” she mocked

“What?” the visible hurt in his eyes did not make her change this tone. She was angry, she felt betrayed and most definitely were not going to let him get away with everything he has done easily. “How could you….?”

“did they kick you out of Hell?”

“Y/n…..”

“No, Jace. Did they kick you out? I bet even the devil didn’t want you after he learned you played a trick like that on your family and …. friend….” She hesitated on the last word. Honestly, she had no idea if they were friends? Lovers? Frenemies? Before everything turned to shit they kissed a few times and were trying to become something more but now she wasn’t ready if what they had before was still on.

“Well that is far from a warm welcome I was expecting…..” he looked down a bit depressed. If she did not want him he truly had nowhere else to go. Bats rejected him, he was not going to turn to Bruce and she was his only hope. Apparently gone now.

“Are you serious?” her tone was cold as ice and so was her gaze “it’s been five freaking years, Todd” oh, shit, she was using his last name now. Silent fury, the worst kind. “You were dead. And they I just get a call from Dick with the most mysterious message : he’s alive. And apparently he has been for a while now. Tell me, Red Hood, because that is who you are now, right? Was is fun? Was it worth it?”

“It’s not like that.”

“Then what is it like? Go on, I’m being merciful here, you have one chance to explain it and then I don’t want to see you again. “

“I was dead” he sighed deeply “and then…. Then I got resurrected.” He sighed deeply knowing well enough she was not going to believe him

“Don’t give me this religious shit about bringing people back from the dead” she rolled her eyes and stood up in frustration

“Y/N….” he raised to her height as well, now his 6’4 figure towering over her “please, you have to believe me, I’m telling the truth. There’s this place called Lazarus pit. I… I was thrown there and …. came back.” He absentmindedly reached for her hands but she moved away.

“Yeah, I heard a legend about it. But sure as hell you did not crawl there by yourself. Who helped you? Was it someone I know?” Jason muttered something incoherently “sorry? What was that? And don’t try to lie, you know I am a human lie detector.”

“Thalia al Ghul.” He mumbled and his cheeks became a bit flushed

“Shut up!” she let out a desperate laugh.

“It’s true.”

“Oh, I know, I see it in your eyes. And on your whole face. God damn it! Thalia Al Ghul. Like Dami’s assassin mother?” still laughing she raised an eyebrow making sure she put the two dots together and hummed in satisfaction when he nodded “that is crazy. Wait till I tell him……”

“Don’t you dare!” he yelled moving closer to her.

“Oh, there you are. Not so quiet and repentant anymore. Good, nice to know you still got problems with anger management. Now, one more thing. Should I tell Damian that you and his mother actually had an affair?” she smirked with venom in her voice “that you….”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence!!” he was now even closer but she was the one who always liked to play with fire and push on his buttons.

“That you fucked his mother? Because you did, didn’t .....?”

Before she could finish this sentence Jason had her pressed against the wall, his chest moving up and down in frustration, panting

“Auch!”she mocked, but the impact really was painful even if she did expect it.

“You are a brat. Always have been. Guess nothing changed for the last five years.”

“Or maybe your time with League of Assassins exacerbated your temper? I mean you always had issues but now it’s seems completely out of control. Didn’t they teach you how to keep your cool?”

“How do you know about….?” He moved back, surprised with her words. He did not tell anyone what he was doing during the last years.

“Come on. Thalia? You just said it yourself. If she helped you, you definitely stayed there. It’s simple dots connecting. Oh, my god. That would be a spit and disgrace for Bruce if he ever were to find out! I can literally imagine his face right now.” She laughed hard, not moved by the fact that only a second earlier she was brutally pinned against the wall. She was a vigilante, things like that did not bother her.

“Will you just shut up!?” he yelled in frustration.

“Don’t worry. I won’t be the one to tell him. That’s one thing I can do for you” she smirked “Cheshire knows exactly how to keep a secret and yours is safe, all right? Now will you just calm down?”

“How do you expect me to calm down?” his gaze fixed on her and for the first time in a long, long time she was completely frozen by the look in his eyes “Do you know what you are doing to me?” he groaned

“Jason……” her eyes went wider and wider when he started moving towards her again and soon had her cornered. “Fuck!” she hissed. There was nowhere to run now and she mentally facepalmed herself for not taking precautions. She was not scared. Jason could be angered and violent, but he would never hurt her, right? Despite that rational part of her brain, telling her that it was still her Jace, her vigilante instincts got the best of her when she ducked under his arms and moved to the other side of the room.

The sound, the groan that came from the back of his throat when she wriggled out of his reach was not human. God, she always knew how to get on his nerves. So why the fuck did he still love her? Why did he want her? Now. Immediately. He wanted her under him, writhing and moaning his name in indefinite pleasure as he would go down on her, getting exactly where she needed him and giving her everything. He wanted to feel her against him, caressing her perfect body, showing her how much he missed her for those last years. He needed to feel her and her touch on every scar he got from his fights. He wanted to kiss every place, every square centimeters of her smooth skin, her neck, collarbone, her breasts and belly button. He wanted her lips and those sweet sounds he knew she would make. He wanted to make her feel so fucking good. He craved to assure her that she was the only one on his mind. Ever. He needed to hear her whisper that she was his. He needed to know that she loved him too, that he was the only one for her. Fuck! He saw it in her eyes and if he was someone else he wouldn’t even hesitate just took her right there, right now, without asking, without waiting for her to say yes, just getting what he wanted. That was what Red Hood would do. However, she was still his sweet, beloved Y/N. Unruly and challenging but still he never wanted to break her. And just to her, he didn’t want to be the vigilante, the anti-hero. He wanted to be Jason Todd, the boy she knew before, hoping this would be enough and that she wouldn’t turn him away. Oh, he was getting such dirty thought…. The fact that he spaced out did not pass her

“Jaybird?” his eyes got a bit glassy when her voice switched from Cheshire mode to concerned words of Y/N as she used his nickname “Jay?”

His lust filled eyes landed on her, pupils blown unnaturally, dark and with so much need and …..love. she involuntarily took a deep breath and just by seeing her like this, now completely vulnerable, with chapped lips, so innocent and frightened made him hard.

“Jay, why are you looking at me like that?” her voice trembled. Was she scared of him? That is not what he wanted. Slowly, carefully not to made her run away from him again he took a step forward. And then another and other, getting braver when she did not move, eyes searching his face “why are you…..?”

“You know I want you…..” he whispered “I always wanted you. Even when I was with…. anyone else, there was only you.” his face was now inches apart from hers and he could tell she wanted him too and were struggling to keep her composure and self-control. That was what she was learned, never give up control.

“Wait, you thought about me when you were having sex with other women? Ugh. That is seriously messed up and sick.”

“Y/N….” he whispered against her skin, brushing his nose over hers “You know I’ve always loved you…. I know I messed up, but give me one chance to fix it.”

“Just…. Just one chance.” She gasped and he leaned to kiss her but she put a finger on his lips “What do you want to do to me?”

“I want to fuck you. Slow. With the lights on.”

“Ja…. Jay….” She whimpered “I…. I don’t…..” who would have thought that tough and independent Cheshire would suddenly become so shy and embarrassed because of physical intimacy.

“Don’t worry, kitten. I will make you feel good, I promise. I will devour you….” he whispered and finally, finally their lips met when, surprisingly, she was the one who pulled him down to her by his neck. Oh, she still wanted control. Even when he grabbed her hips, lifting her up with no effort and wrapping her legs around his waist making her feel how hard he was for her. She was still fighting for dominance when he bit on her bottom lip and his tongue sneaked into her mouth making her moan so sweetly. She was still resistant when his hands moved under her shirt, up, up, to her breast, cupping and massaging it gently through the thin material making her whole body shiver.

“Jay….” She gasped when his mouth moved down her neck to the collarbone, at the same time pulling the shirt over her head.

“Fuck, I love you…..” he bit on her pulse point, definitely leaving the hickey. He wanted to mark her whole. “I so fucking love you.” he pulled away only to take her in. Her flushed cheeks, her parted lips, her wide, innocent eyes.

“I love you too Jace. But don’t stop.” she moaned

“I have no intention to do so, baby. I will take my time with you. We have so many years to make up for…..” he carried her towards the bedroom, throwing her onto the bed, losing his own shirt on the way and climbing up to hover above her body. All his scars were now visible and she gently, seductively, but also lovingly traced her fingers over them making him close his eyes. He was still insecure about how his body looked.

“My poor boy. My wonderful boy…..” she whispered “you’ve been through so much, haven’t you?” her hand travelled up to his cheek cupping it “Jace, look at me….”

“I hate them…..” he whispered

“Well I already love them. I love you. I don’t care about those scars. You are beautiful. So, so, beautiful. Each part of you….”

He could not hold it back any longer when he leaned in to kiss her with all passion he had. He wanted her closer, he wanted her to feel the love and longing and every emotion he had for her.

“Tell me what you want, Y/N. I’ll do everything, just tell me.” He kissed her neck again as she played with the hair at the nape of the neck.

“I…. Can we turn the light off?”

“Why?”

“Well, you are not the only one who’s insecure. And…. And I am not as experienced as you, so…..”

“Fuck. I wish you could see yourself through my eyes now. You are a goddess Y/n. I’m gonna show you” his hands moved down and behind her back unclasping her bra and as soon as her breasts were free he started kissing them with feather light kisses switching between left and right one. His tongue circling over her sensitive nipples as she was already falling apart. “Hmmm” he grinned moving down “we’ve only just began and you’re already a mess. “

“Jay….. please, please…..”

“Don’t worry, princess, I’ll take you over the edge.“ she shivered and barely noticed when he moved down her pants and underwear pulling her legs apart. “so wet for me.”

“Come on!” she urged him, arching her back and moving her hips up to signalize him what she wanted.

“As you wish.” He dropped in between her thighs immediately hitting the perfect spot. She moaned and he grinned “there then?”

“Yes! Fuck! Yes, Jace, please, oh, please, please. I need you…..” she threw her head back and he sped up wanting her to cum, to feel all the pleasure.

“Tell me you’re mine, babygirl. Tell me who do you belong to?”

“You! You Jace! Please, fuck! I’m so close, so fucking close!”

In some other circumstances he would tease her more, but the way she squirmed and begged for release was too much. He just couldn’t keep edging his treasure. She deserved the best. A couple more licks and gentle circles on her clit and a few words “come for me babygirl” and she was over the edge, her vision turning white, her whole world limited to him. Jason. Jace. Jay. Her Jay. It took her a few seconds to get back on earth and the first thing she saw was his smiling face.

“Was that good? Was I good?”

“Fuck, Jay. That was… that was… fuck. I don’t even want to know who taught you that, but you were just phenomenal…..” she gasped locking her hands on his neck making him lean his forehead on hers “I want more…..” she closed her eyes.

“Needy now, huh?”

“Can you blame me? I bet you got enough stamina to keep me satisfied.” She smirked

“’Is that a challenge?”

“Yes.”

“You know I never back down from such. You want me inside you, baby?” he started unzipping his pants and soon they were on the floor along with his boxers, his cock hard and swollen springing out.

“Oh fuck, you’re huge…. I don’t know if….”

“You can do it. I’ll go slow, all right? Just say a word and I stop. No need to rush.” He assured her, capably putting on condom.

“O…ok.”

“Good….” He lined himself against her entrance but once again she stopped him from taking any action.

“Jace…..” she whispered looking anywhere but on him finally making him grab her chin and force her eyes on him

“Second thoughts?”

“No. No, of course not. I…. I trust you.” he melted when she said that, his hands started to shake, heart swelling with love and affection. “I just…..”

“Tell me what you want, baby. What do you want to do? I’m listening.”

“I want on top.”

“Getting confident, now?” he grinned “Can’t lie, I like that.”

“I just…. I’m not sure if I know how to…..”

“You never….? Wait, weren’t there any men?” he muttered and regretted that a second later. If there were anyone else in her life, touching her and loving her he did not want to know.

“A few. But…. Most of the times, even after…. I just had to take care of myself……” she tried to look down but he didn’t let her, softly caressing her cheek.

“You poor thing. Neglected and kept unsatisfied by a bunch of losers. We’ll make sure it will never happen again. You….” he whimpered “you trust me?”

“Yes.” No hesitation in her voice. Zero inhibitions.

“I’ll make it worth it.” He pulled her up, making her sit on his lap so he could prepare her for his huge cock, his fingers circling her clit at first and soon getting inside. One. Two. three fingers were moving inside her and she was moaning and saying his name like a prayer. “You think you’re ready?”

“I…. Yes. Just… help me with it….”

“Come here” this time it was his turn to groan and moan when he grabbed her hips and guided her onto his cock slowly moving her down. “Fuck! So good, so tight!” she whimpered when he bounced a bit due to his excitement “sorry, baby” a little kiss on the lips “you’re good?”

“I think so….” she smiled shyly and looking more beautiful than ever

“God, you’re so hot. So beautiful. Do you even know it?” he said absolutely hypnotized by her widened eyes, messy hair and lips swollen from the kisses.

“All red and sweaty and sticky?” she laughed “you can’t be serious, Jay….”

“Look at me, babe.” She slowly lifted head to meet his eyes “You. Are. Fucking beautiful. And I’m so lucky you let me make love to you…..”

“Oh, so now we are making love? I though you said something about wanting to fuck me….”

“Changed my mind. You deserve so much more than just fucking.” his grip on her hips tightened when he pulled her closer and she moaned “That’s it baby. Show me how good you feel.”

“Jay…. I want to….”

“Ride me?”

“Yes...." She threw her head back in ecstasy.

“Go on then. You’re in control. Use me. Take what you need.”

“I don’t know…..”

“Just do what you feel like. Don’t worry about me. It’s all about you now, ok?”

“Mhmmmmm…. Ok.” She started to move her hips, slowly, testing the waters. That was new, and she did not want to hurt him or embarrass herself by doing something stupid. However soon it started getting more and more natural and easier.

“You’re doing so good, baby, so good” Jason praised her, fighting the urge to guide her hips to move a bit faster. “you can pick the pace up, its…. Ah, fuck!”

“Enjoying yourself?” she smirked, much more confident now, as she observed his blissful face and his half closed eyes and some sort of pride crept on. She was doing it to him.

“Oh, you little tease.” He moved and she bounced on his cock, squealing when she lost balance and quickly grabbed his neck for support “you first.” He started moving his hips against her, and the heat started building inside her. “close?”

“Mhm. So close. You?”

“Yeah.”

“Together?”

“Always.”

“Come for me baby boy” she used the same sentence as he did before and with one final snap of their hips, she was sent over the edge, feeling his cock twitch inside her.

“Fuck!” he panted, holding her closer not ready to pull out. “I should…..”

“No…. hold me like this. Just for a while…..” she sneaked her arms around him clutching to his chest and his heart nearly jumped out of his body “I missed you.”

“Well, who am I to deny you this little koala moment?”

“koala?” she chucked against his skin, her laugh so beautiful

“Sorry, I forgot. You’re a kitten.”

“Not just any kitten. Cheshire. I can play with your mind….”

“You don’t even have to try. You already made me crazy for you. " He kissed her temple lovingly. "Now, let me clean you up.” He pulled out, removed and threw away the condom and collected a cloth to clean her up from her own juices. “You have no idea how I missed you.”

“I’m hoping you suffered through the fact you knew I was alive. I was living in grief but in belief I would never get to see you or touch you or…. be more than friends. Cause you know, your death left us in a very ambiguous relation.”

Jason lied on his back, sighing deeply.

“Come here” he urged her and the girl put a head on his chest, tracing patterns on his abdomen, while he run a hand up and down her arm “now you got me back. And if you want to…..”

“Sh. Don’t.” she silenced him “We don’t need to have that conversation now. Let’s just live in the moment for a while. Blissful, peaceful moment before we put a tag on it. And before we figure out how to reconcile my work with your family and you solo Red Hood killing spree. Is that all right with you?"

“Perfectly.”

“Perfectly perfect than….” She muttered slowly drifting off. In his arms. Where she always belonged.

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angelthefirst1 · 3 months

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Umm...

So...♾️♾️♾️

I just realised that the last episode of The Ones Who Live will air on RESURRECTION Sunday 🧐😵✝️

That is not a coincidence!

They could have picked any day to release the last episode, but chose that day!

The end (episode 6) of Rick's story beginning again (TOWL season 1 ) is on the same day that Christ's resurrection is being remembered...

The beginning is the end ♾️

When Rick is revealed at the beginning of the season, he is called Christ...

Christ, is that him? Michonne nods yes...

Is it a play on words? Yes.

But it's also an eclipsed/hidden but very deliberate way to mark Rick as Christ.

The last episode will air on Resurrection Sunday. Fulfilling the beginning and end.

Beth and Rick's stories are intertwined often reversed, so this is intriguing to me!

I'm truly starting to think that this is the year we get Beth. Too many things are lining up including the fact that Beth (in real time) has been gone 10 years, while Rick (in show time) has been missing 10 years.

10.10 get well soon.

Do I think we will see Beth or a clue to Beth in episode 6 of TOWL?

Maybe...it's actually very possible due to resurrection Sunday.

Maybe we get a hidden coda, like Morgan, but this time the mask stays on.

Who knows... I'm excited to see, but what I'm more interested in is this beginning end pattern because what comes next (after TOWL ends) in TWD universe will be another resurrection.

Enter The Book of Carol.

I pine for Summer ☀️

The last episode (episode 6) of TOWL, airing on RESURRECTION SUNDAY, is called The Last Time...

Emily released a song called Last Chance not long after she finished on (ended) TWD.

Many who heard the song Last Chance thought it sounded like Emily was writing it about Daryl and Beth, and she was.

Emily's very first album (first = beginning) was released just after she left (ended) The Walking Dead, and Last Chance (which really indicates both Beginning and end) was a single on it. So, could the episode "The Last Time" be the signal for Beth's return or beginning?

It's all starting to line up.

The album, the song "Last Chance," is off, is called This Is War.

In the comics, Andrea wakes from a gun shot to the head during the war with the Governor.

The bullet just gazes her but knocks her unconscious. I am convinced Emily was referencing this war in the title of her album.

No doubt, the end of season 1 of Rick and Michonne's story will also lead to a declaration of This Is War with the CRM. I guess we will wait and see for that one, but we know war is building.

Now Rick wasn't the only one marked as Christ, in fact he was the second or "last" one marked as Christ in TOWL Gone.

The first one to be marked as Christ is...

The sister that was left behind aka a representation of Beth.

Beth was marked as Christ here first (at the beginning of Gone) in the timeline, while Rick was marked as Christ last (near the end of Gone).

We see Rick on-screen before he gets marked as Christ, but Beth gets marked as Christ before we see her.

The time to finally see her again has to be close. Very close.

I also want to add one other extremely unusual thing I discovered, and it's in relation to the X eclipse that is coming up a week and one day after resurrection Sunday on April 8th.

For those who don't know, there will be a solar eclipse on April 8th in the US, and it's been nicknamed the X eclipse, because the path that the eclipse will take, makes an X in conjunction with the path of the last solar eclipse of 2017.

How is this related to Beth and Daryl?

Well, remember the episode "Find Me" with Leah?

And the solar eclipse they look at together, while Leah all but repeats Beth's line of "Don't you think that's beautiful?"

The eclipse in "Find Me" is the twin eclipse related to the upcoming eclipse the week after resurrection Sunday.

Leah was a shadow of Beth, I would now even be bold enough to say she was a blocked or eclipsed version of Beth.

Eclipse means an obscuring of the light from one celestial body by the passage of another between it and the observer or between it and its source of illumination.

In other words, the light or reality is hidden from view.

Well... I spent some time figuring out the timeline of this moment where we see the solar eclipse with Leah and Daryl.

And I'm not kidding you. They are looking at a solar eclipse in 2017.

Most commentators on TWD timeline place Rick's disappearance and being taken by the CRM at the 2013 mark.

The episode "Find Me" actually gives us a good calendar to work by in finding out how much time passes from when Rick goes missing up until this eclipse that Daryl and Leah look at.

First, we see Carol say to Daryl...

It's been 2 years of Daryl looking for Rick.

OK, so Rick went missing at the 2013 mark, and now it's 2015 (two years later)

We then see additional time jumps marked, adding up to 2.5 years...

Placing us in 2017!

Leah and Daryl's story was a shadow of finding Beth.

I've talked a bit about how 10's and X's are symbols of Beth's return, so this is an interesting, albeit odd addition to the X symbolism.

10.10 get well soon flipped ♾️ is 01.01 which represents the beginning and end.

Jesus said

‭‭Revelation 22.13

I am the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End.

He also said

Revelation 22.12

Look, I am coming SOON!

X is 10 in Roman numerals, obviously, and we are also coming up to the ten year mark from when Beth "dies."

The current walking dead timeline for Daryl Dixon season 1 places us somewhere in 2023, so a question I have is...will we, at some stage in the future, see Daryl and Beth looking at the X eclipse of 2024 in a fulfillment of the 2017 eclipse...

Emily also wore this hat and posted a caption with it, "Don't F with me today Zombies".

She posted this back when filming was taking place for season 5, but we never saw the footage reported on from that time.

The crown on the hat is made up of X's that make diamonds, and it combined makes the upside-down pyramids, all of which are related to Beth and Sirius returning.

Make of that what you will.

I'm working on a future post to lay out how both Consumed and Find me are road maps to her return.

Both those episodes focused heavily on Daryl and Carol off together.

She is coming soon... Beth means house of, and she's marked as Christ.

House of Christ.

#team delusional #team defiance #team beth lives #bethyl #beth greene #beth is alive #beth is coming #beth greene lives #td #beth x daryl

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currently compiling a list of all the quotes that show that ty doesn’t like himself and/or thinks he deserves punishment and i’m unwell, here we go:

“Ty was keeping his head down. No one except for Livvy, and maybe Julian, would have known there was something wrong.

But there was something wrong.” - The Lost World, GOTSM

this list is in no specific order and i’m not done but. i need someone to ask him if he’s okay because he’s not doing well.

“Livvy wished with all of her ghostly heart that she and Ty could have stayed in Los Angeles, but Ty had been adamant. Going off to the Scholomance was the penance he must endure for his great crime—the great crime of attempting to bring Livvy back.” - The Lost World, GOTSM

ty punishing himself by going to ghetto scholomance.

“After he’d failed to resurrect Livvy from the dead, Ty had thrown his phone into the Pacific Ocean so he wouldn’t be tempted to try other spells from the Black Volume. He had a new phone now, but he hadn’t uploaded his photos. More penance, Livvy thought, although Ty hadn’t said so.” - The Lost World, GOTSM

ty punishing himself again.

“Ty said, “No one chooses this life.” He had put down his pen.

He sounded as if he were somewhere far away. Livvy didn’t think he was talking about the Scholomance.” - The Lost World, GOTSM

he doesn’t want to be there but he is because, again, he’s punishing himself.

“She didn’t want me to know that you might leave, but I’ve always known it.” - Lord of Shadows

he expects everyone to leave, i am so unwell

“That’s why you didn’t want Livvy to come,” said Kit. “It is dangerous.”

Ty straightened up. His hair was a mess. “She already got hurt,” he said. “Because of me.” - Lord of Shadows

already showing ty blaming himself in los

“ He was happy when the search was going well and frustrated when it wasn’t, but he didn’t take his frustrations out on others.

The only person he was unkind to, Kit thought, was himself.” - Queen of Air and Darkness

he’s kind to everyone but himself.

#cc you better treat him well in twp #just want to sit down and talk about sherlock with him for five hours #ty blackthorn #the dark artifices #the wicked powers #twp #livvy blackthorn #kit herondale #kit x ty #kitty

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bloodynereid · 1 year

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Donec mors nos separaverit - Love and Death

a/n: hope you enjoy this little self-indulgent meet-cute fic :) I am currently obsessed with Wednesday so send in requests for any of the characters and I would be delighted to write them. also I was listening to Weyes Blood while reading this so you might want to listen to the And In the Darkness, Hearts Aglow album (which I fervently recommend)

pairing: wednesday x fem! necromancer reader

tw: talk about death, organs and resurrection, descriptions of alchemy and necromancer stuff, dead rabbit that gets re-alived

description: Weems needed Wednesday to find an extracurricular activity and that leads to finding you, the singular member of the alchemy club and a necromancer.

“Well, this has been a complete and utter waste of time.” Wednesday stood at the top of a winding staircase that she hadn’t even remembered seeing at any point in her short time at Nevermore. Which was illogical since the staircase was right next to the path she took to classes. Narrowing her eyes, she took a step into the shadows thinking that the worst that could happen would be her being bored again. The best thing would be a kidnapping or even better the cold embrace of death finally catching up with her, even if it would be a pity not to have solved the mystery.

The walls that lined the staircase were completely bare except for a succession of torches, the cold emanating from the solid stone permeated Wednesday’s bones, making a little smirk appear on her face. A strange combination of herbs and some unusual underlying scent got stronger as she descended the stairs. It reminded her of home. She was liking it better and better every second.

When she finally reached the landing a strange sight awaited her. It was similar to a library but also completely different. Rich, old multi-colored volumes lined one side of the room, a large fireplace containing a lilac and green flame sat behind a table as well as the entirety of the other side of the room had a collection of small windows but mostly had shelves filled with distilled organs, strange bubbling solutions and vials of what seemed to look like black blood.

The most curious sight of all was the woman sitting with her back turned to the stairs, clad in a dark robe with the sleeves rolled up, she had her hands hovering over a… white rabbit? And those hands seemed to have bulging black veins.

“Just a little more, darling.” What previously looked like a lifeless rabbit suddenly jumped a foot in the air but the girl caught it in her now-normal looking hands. “Good boy. Now let’s get you out of here.”

Sensing that the girl was about to turn around, Wednesday’s mouth snapped shut and her usual neutral face reappeared. When the girl caught sight of Wednesday her eyes widened and the hand that was stroking the rabbit immediately stopped.

“Um, may I assist you with something?”

“Principal Weems sent me down here. You are the last extracurricular on my list.” Wednesday answered matter of factually, trying to stop thinking about what she had just seen. She was in awe. Something that didn’t happen often. But she was also suspicious of this girl she had never even heard a thing about from Enid.

“Oh right! You must be Wednesday, she did warn me about your visit. I am Y/N L/N, Nevermore’s resident necromancer.”

You swallowed quickly after your introduction and looked down to Nivens, your pet rabbit that had somehow had the wonderful idea that he should drink ‘Aqua regia’, a mixture of hydrochloric and nitric acid, the poor fella had nearly been eradicated if you hadn’t found him in time. You went back to stroking his silky hair, glancing up to meet Wednesday’s striking brown eyes again.

“Necromancer as in…”

“Bringing dead things back to life, yes. I also specialize in alchemy but with more of a scientific edge. Which is what this club is all about. Peculiarly enough, not many people exactly appreciate looking over old books or seeing the dead rise again.”

“Well they seem to be missing something quite intriguing.” Your eyebrows shot up, Weems had warned you that Wednesday was well… unpleasant to say the least but this, this was not that.

“I- thank you.”

“Why are you thanking me? I am merely stating a fact. Death intrigues me and your ability to elude it just adds to the fascination.”

“Glad I have found a like-minded soul. Let me just put Nivens into his cage and I can show you some of the ropes. Feel free to look over anything but be careful to touch anything, that is how this little guy perished.” You bopped Nivens’ nose before pointing to the black vials. “Those you can touch or drink. They’re just coffee with variants of minerals and minute amounts of esters. Side project I was working on a while ago.”

You gave her a nod before slipping into the side room and carefully putting Nivens back into his cage. Passing a stick of celery and double-checking the latch, you took off your cloak and pulled on a comfy, white knit sweater. It gets drafty down here.

While Y/N was going to put away her Alice in Wonderland rabbit, Wednesday took the opportunity to shake herself out of whatever pleasant wave had come upon her while meeting the necromancer. She had even complimented her! When did she last do that? Probably never. Right, snap out of it, Wednesday.

She first went over to look at the organs, carefully examining each of them and seeing the first states of deterioration on some of them. That explained the unusual smell that lingered in the air. Rotting flesh. One of her signatures.

Wednesday then inspected the black vials that Y/N insisted were coffee. Well being poisoned to death was a comforting thought. She shrugged and picked up four of the little vials and then took a seat on a stool at the center table. Carefully plucking off the stopper on one of them, Wednesday took a swig and let the explosion of flavors encompass her mind. Wow. That was the best coffee she had ever tasted.

You walked back into the room dawning your sweater when you spotted Wednesday nursing one of the vials as she skimmed over what definitely looked like your journal.

“You know that looking at other people’s personal items isn’t exactly polite, right?” Wednesday looked up from the table and didn’t even have the audacity to look ashamed, her pale face wasn’t even dusted with a blush.

“It wouldn’t be private if it was just sitting out here, ready for anyone to pry.”

“You are quite right. That is one of my old journals so it would mostly contain nonsense. Here, if you are going to look at my material, at least read the interesting things.” You placed my newest and not yet finished leather bound notebook on the table.

After a few minutes of skimming and leafing through the pages, she looked up to try and meet your eye but you had silently made your way over to the fireplace. She found you staring at the flames before carefully adding powders that were on the mantelpiece. Muttering under your breath the inscribed instructions in the journal she had just been looking at. Wednesday shut the book, picked up another vial and made her way over to stand next to you.

“What exactly are you doing?”

“Well… I wanted to do something basic for you so I brought out one of my old experiments. Flame tests I did when I was five years old. Nearly gave my mother more of a heart attack than when she found out I was a necromancer. Here.” You placed a pot of silvery black powder into her hand, careful to avoid skin to skin contact. “Just throw in as much as you’d like.”

Wednesday’s pale fingers picked up a pinch of the powder and then she tossed it into the multi-colored flames. A second later they erupted and turned a bright blue. The room became tinted in a blue sheen that disappeared a second later. Wednesday turned to you with a smirk on her face. Oh no.

“Could we do black?”

The rest of the afternoon and well into the twilight hours were spent throwing in different powders as well as minutely speaking about random subjects that the girls both held a fascination with. Mainly death. They conversed about their funeral plans and Y/N showed Wednesday some of the different organs she had been experimenting with. All animals, sadly.

You gifted Wednesday her own journal and sent her off with a few historical books as well as one of your own journals. Tasking her with reading them for your next meeting.

Wednesday had never felt such anguish in the presence of a kindred spirit. She had an inkling as to what her parents may feel for each other, even if she would never admit it.

You eagerly awaited the next time you would see Wednesday. You were incredibly unfamiliar with the feelings that sprouted the second she had entered your little world but you were eager to explore them.

hope you enjoyed it and feel free to voice ur thoughts in the comments

#wednesday #wednesday netflix #wednesday x reader #wednesday the series #wednesday addams #wednesday addams netflix #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday series #netflix wednesday #wednesday show #wednesday imagine

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dreaminginthedeepsouth · 2 months

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A Full Plankton Moon: What glows in the night? This night featured a combination of usual and unusual glows. Perhaps the most usual glow was from the Moon, a potentially familiar object. The full Moon's nearly vertical descent results from the observer being near Earth's equator. As the Moon sets, air and aerosols in Earth's atmosphere preferentially scatter out blue light, making the Sun-reflecting satellite appear reddish when near the horizon. Perhaps the most unusual glow was from the bioluminescent plankton, likely less familiar objects. These microscopic creatures glow blue, it is thought, primarily to surprise and deter predators. In this case, the glow was caused primarily by plankton-containing waves crashing onto the beach. The image was taken on Soneva Fushi Island, Maldives just over one year ago. Credit & Copyright: Petr Horálek / Institute of Physics in Opava Explanation

[Robert Scott Horton]

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“Those roads were echoes and footsteps, women, men, agonies, resurrections, days and nights, half dreams and dreams, every obscure instant of yesterday and of the world’s yesterdays, the firm sword of the Dane and the moon of the Persian, the deeds of the dead, shared love, words, Emerson and snow and so many things. Now I can forget them. I reach my center, my algebra and my key, my mirror. Soon I will know who I am.”

— Jorge Luis Borges, In praise of shadow

[alive on all channels]

#Jorge Luis Borges #In praise of shadow #alive on all channels #poetry #poem #Petr Horalek #Institute of Physics in Opava #Maldives #bioluminescent

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You, good friendo, are my sole source of quality Donnie angst. I struggle to find a better one XD

just a lil thought I wanted to share: I imagine 2012 donnie looks rather similar to Rise Leo when in rise's style, just based off the similar face shape and body lanky-ness.

So imagine if somehow, 2012 Donnie gets trapped in the prison dimension. Like, maybe april is reassembling Donnie from the power inside her episode at the same time that Rise Mikey is closing the portal to the prison dimension, and he kind of gets flip-flopped in space, idk :T

Hes all "what? Huh? When?" And tries to find a way out, but there IS no way out. And he's trapped with a very angry looking Krang.

How do you think Krang Prime would react to this sort off Leo-shaped, confuzzled fellow?

This doesn't need to be answered, it's just a lil idea that's been knocking around in my brain that I wanted to share with you :D

I hate to break it to you but I am legally obligated to answer this.

I unintentionally left open a door between Rise&2012 and I would be remiss to ignore such a treat. Here I thought insane excuses to put Donnie in a world of pain and agony was just how my brain works <3

I AM NOT ALONE

ALSO MY BRAIN IS GOING PLACES

LIKE I SAW IT AND I COULDN’T UNSEE IT AND SO I DID IT

AND YOU ARE SO RIGHT 🥺🤣😭

I DON’T KNOW HOW TO FEEL AND I LOVE IT

I think that we should consider the fact that Za-Naron is an all-powerful demon alien creature. So what if instead of merely erasing him, she decided to put him somewhere that no one could ever reach him? A dimension from where things are known never to return? A place where April could never get him back without her assistance?

Well. I think Krang Prime would be absolutely confuzzled by his arrival. But then thoroughly ticked off for obvious reasons.

Not Donnie being resurrected for five minutes in some random goth space area that apparently has air (??) only to save a half-dead Leon from a deadly beating only to get it himself because Krang Prime will not allow anyone to come between his vengeance but HECK NAH is Donnie going to stand by and let this kid be beaten to death.

Yk those fanfics where Leon is actually in there for weeks before his brothers portal him out because time difference?

Well. Now he gets a friend 😏

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alexyskinnerstories · 6 months

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He’ll Always Love Her More... This My Parting Gift For Him

Y/n Pov

I should’ve known that he would never love me as much as he loved her his heart belonged to her from the beginning I was just a temporary replacement for her. It’s been a long time since I came to find a solution I was a fool how I even could compare to her in his eyes I can’t be one for him I just need to move on and find happiness I’ve been in my bedroom and for last five days only coming out for dinner or taking a shower Klaus and I had a huge augment lead to us having a physical fight and me ending up brutal injured.

I’ve since then I healed with the blood or people that Rebekah or Elijah would bring me since I couldn’t, Anyways I was looking in my grimior for a resurrection Camille for the dead I’ve decided to give back his true love as a goodbye gift. My older brother was at his place working on an immortal potion for her we figured out we could make her an immortal human with certain abilities I found the spell of resurrection just as I got a text from my brother saying that he needed the blood of an immortal being to finish the potion I text him back saying am on the way I grab my grimior put it in my backpack along some candles and other herbs that I know my brother doesn't have I walked downstairs to the kitchen and grab myself a water bottle I walked to the front door I open the door when it’s was thrown open It was Klaus and Elijah I was about to fall back but Elijah caught my arm I sighed as Klaus just continue to walk away without even apologizing or even greeting me I walked out the door thank Elijah before I completely left I got in my car and drove to my brothers place after I made it I immediately got my stuff and headed inside

He was standing by the cauldron putting something into it he stop when saw me I started to break down crying he walked over to me and brought me into a hug and comfort me and tells me that he isn’t worthy of my tears I started calming down we sat down for a bit and just embrace each other when I got myself together I pulled away from my brothers that started helping him we walked over to the over to the boiling potion he said that my blood was the last thing need, I grab the athame I slit my hand and drip my blood drip into the potion it gave off a puff of smoke after the smoke cleared Vincent bottle it and we set are way the Camille gravy when we got there I could feel a protection spell around it I shifted into my heretic hybrid form my eyes glowing yellow with slits like cat eyes I broke through the protection barrier

I wave my hand over her grave and layers of dirt and grass disappear until it gets to her coffin I levitated her coffin up until we can get to it I held it in air until Vincent grab her out of the coffin suddenly we heard some running coming towards us Vincent ran over to me I snapped my fingers and everything went back in place I grab Vincent shoulder and made us invisible soon the Mikaelson’s appear with a unknown woman I haven’t seen they Klaus was glaring at the witch I assume because nothing seems to be out of place The witch kept saying she felt the barrier break she convinced them to dig out the grave I Motion my brother to stop walking at silent our sounds so we wouldn’t be followed we made it to the car and drove off we got cut off by Klaus car I mentally cloak Camllie body before Klaus and Rebekah yanks my brother and I She let be go when she recognize me I nodded as she look apologetic and she looked over to Klaus I looked at him as well see him still having his hand around my brothers neck I separated them with telekinesis, then I let my brother down and held on to Klaus my brother move behind me I dropped Niklaus he falls to the ground hard he ran towards us Elijah tried to get him but he was moving to fast I stop him right before he got in front of us I held my hand telekinetic push him back as I walked forward Vincent had already got back in the car and was waiting for me, “ Klaus I be damn if you hurt my brother I let you get away with hitting me but I will not let you hurt my brother.” By now my eyes are changed again I never felt so much rage I moved him towards his car I opened the door telekinetic and throw him inside I locked it keeping him inside I walked over to Rebekah and Elijah and told them I’ll be staying with my brother for a bit while they were sad but understood why they got into their car and drove off I stayed out until I couldn’t hear or see the car anymore Vincent drove the car next to me I got in we immediately drove back to his place as soon we got the we went into a spare bedroom and we both immediately started the resurrection spell it took a lot of magic out of the both of us we finished and went downstairs it was gonna take her a while to wake up I know we are gonna need our energy back so I ordered some delivery for the both of us I thought of bro to go that a shower since was some dry and his own fresh blood on him I started researching the the soulmate location spell and potion it’s fine pretty steady there your soul may even be in another universe or multi-verse I know it was risky but I had to find my soulmate I need to be happy I didn’t realize how long I was reading over the spell until my brother was looking over my shoulder “ Are you really thinking about doing this spell.” He asked me, “Yes I am, I need to find my happiness brother even if that means I need to travel to another universe then I’m going to have my happiness no matter the consequences.

#the originals imagine #powerful!reader #powerful reader #best friend Elijah Mikaelson #black!oc #x black reader #black reader #witch reader #Vincent Griffith sibling Imagine #klaus mikaelson imagine #new universe #heretic reader #reqs open

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whochromatic · 4 months

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I must not read chapter 109 and wait for the chapters to pile up.. I must not read chapter 109 and wait for the chapters to pile up.. I must...

*reads it anyways*

Why did I do that. Damnit, I should've known that reading that chapter would have re-activated my need for more. I was way better off ignoring anything related to Yohaji and just went about my day, not thinking about Yohaji every minute of the hour of the day of the week. But the damage has been done. Now I have to read the whole manga all over again just to satisfy myself once again. But no. That's not enough. I searched every corner to hunt every single content of Yohaji. Tumblr. Twitter. Youtube. Tiktok. Ao3. Our lord and savior Canada's account. The giver of reason in life, one who resurrects the dead, the sailor uniform to my life, Tanamai-sensei's account. I know that the Yohaji content in this world is not enough and will NEVER be. The moment I discovered this manga, I knew that it would be my life. The fact that it had only reached me last year, ber month is unforgivable. Why did it not have content as many as the amount of numbers there are to exist so that it could reach me at the start of it's existence? It should have been Yohaji. Not BNHA! Nothing against that anime by the way. Well, I am grateful that I stumbled upon Yohaji while it had 100+ chapters though. And the fandom being small enough to only have nice and cool people in it. But those fics in ao3 though? Why- I mean, I don't really care or pay attention to them but the fact that the amount of nsfw fanfics is probably (I'm saying probably because they might just be more) equal to the amount of sfw fanfics in there is- I swear, WHY ARE THERE SO LITTLE FANFICS OF YOHAJI?! 3 PAGES?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!? There might be more in other places but I only read in ao3 and Tumblr if I find some there. I'm so thankful for the translators though!!! I love y'all. I love the fandom. I love the characters. I love Yohaji. I love the creator. God- sorry I forgot I can't use sensei's name in vain. I'm telling y'all, Tanamai is the GOAT. A GENIUS!! Your brain is beautiful. What goes on in head yours? Tell and everyone might gain more braincells. What's with you? What's with your humor?? What's with your lore?! WHAT'S WITH YOUR ART??? WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS?!?! SENSEI WHEN I CATCH YOU OHH WHEN I CATCH YOU. But of course, it's not your fault that I'm starving for more Yohaji chapters. One month is nothing to me- IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!!! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO CREATE THIS WONDERFUL AND HEAVENLY HOOK THAT CAUGHT ME EVEN ONLY WITH IT'S TITLE AND ART?? HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO MEEEE?!?! Senseiiiiii*sob* waaaaaahh... Still, I'm sooo happy this is getting an anime this year!! I've been waiting for this ever since I found out it existed along with other Yohaji fans. I knew it would happen soon enough because it's the law. It's a crime to not make an adaption of amazing yet weird yet amazing manga like no other. Death row. DEATH ROW!! It's fine even if it's low quality. As long as it exists, I can finally pass on peacefully- when it airs it better be as good as the manga and look immaculate, I'm telling you. Haha, just kidding. Or am I..? I cannot wait until April or whatever how long it takes for the anime to air just please. Please even the trailer only. But I'm sure everyone is already working hard to make the anime for it. Do your best!! You're doing the right thing! And.... uhm.. 24 episodes... please..? AHHH HARUAKI'S SMILEEE!!! IT'S INVADING MY MIND!! GET OUT! PLEASE GET OUT!!! THIS LOWLY UNGRATEFUL UNDESERVING WORSE THAN DUST BUZZ BUZZ KILLABLE STUPID MORTAL ABOMINATION CAN'T HANDLE OR DESERVE SOMETHING LIKE THAT!! AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!! I can't do this. More. More. More Yohaji. I NEED IT. IF AIR AND SAILOR UNIFORM IS LIFE THEN SO IS YOHAJI!! RAAAAAAAHHH

Also I accidentally deleted a longer version of this and rewrote it with my memory. Thanks for wasting your time on this like I did.

#yohaji #youkai gakkou no sensei hajimemashita #terrified teacher at ghoul school #I'm fine #But not finer than YOHAJI SENSEI AND THE FANDOM-

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voldiscute · 11 months

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Did you know that blood-drinking is gay?

(Steve/vampire!Eddie, 1k (Steve finally got his spicy neck kiss)

Read on ao3:

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Nancy, Robin, Dustin, and Eddie were sitting by Steve's kitchen counter. It wouldn't be surprising, if it weren't for the fact that Eddie died a few hours ago.

"Okay, one more time," Steve finally mumbled, as he approached Eddie. The sight of him gave Steve a slight shiver, no matter how overjoyed he was that Eddie was still with them.

Eddie opened his mouth to repeat the story of his resurrection (again), which he will surely use in the next campaign…

When his heart stopped beating, and the blood stopped circulating, the bat venom freely spilled over his body. Toxin didn't have to fight the antibodies in the already dead organism, so it quickly healed the boy in the only way it was programmed to do. Make him similar to bats.

After opening his eyes, he felt no burning pain, and his throat did not hurt from the agonistic scream that escaped from his vocal cords after a bunch of creatures pinned him to the ground, and tore his body like a piece of ordinary meat. He made his way to the trailer and walked easily through the gate. As his feet touched the ground on the other side, he was encircled by a sudden urge to quench his thirst which was starting to dance on his tongue and a strong scent that forced him to track its source. Following this new feeling, he reached Loch Nora.

Before Eddie knew where he was, he knocked on the window of one of the houses that looked more expensive than anything he had ever owned. The owner of the house quickly appeared on the other side, who turned out to be none other than Steve Harrington.

When Steve saw Eddie, he screamed and ran out of the room. Eddie's keen hearing heard the footsteps of three. A moment later Nancy, Robin, and Dustin appeared by the window. Dustin, without hesitation, moved towards the glass barrier, and turned the handle to let him in, ignoring the protests of the others. He pulled Eddie inside and closed him in a strong embrace, not caring that the blood will stain his clean clothes.

"I died and now I'm alive. Taa-daa, " Eddie concluded.

"Great," Steve ran a hand through his hair. "Anything else?"

"Yes." Eddie smiled at Steve, showing him fangs that stood out among a row of his perfect teeth. "I need blood."

Robin and Nancy gasped loudly.

One of them will end up as Capri-sun for vampires. Well, unless Eddie is the kind of bloodsucker, who doesn't need to feed off a living thing. Are there types of vampires? Just thinking about it made Steve's head hurt.

“Whose?” Asked Dustin, tapping a finger on his chin. This suggested that the boy was thinking intensely about something, and it definitely would not end well for Steve. Usually, Steve had to cancel his date to get Dustin to the comic book store on the other side of Hawkins or accompany him on his next trip to the cinema, for a movie he certainly wasn't interested in.

"Don't look at me." Robin lifted her hand and moved away from Eddie. Not because he terrified her, but because the smell of a corpse wasn't one of her favorites. "Drinking from a neck always has homoerotic energy. So I'm not suitable."

“What do you mean homoerotic?” Steve frowned and shook his head, as if he could throw the confusion out of his brain. "Eddie is straight."

"Am I?" Eddie put a hand on his (no longer beating) heart. "Jesus. Steve, this is the worst thing anybody said to me, and I was bullied. Severely."

Steve felt his cheeks begin to turn pink. The shade was reminiscent of roses that grew in his garden. The hot wave that spilled from the collar to the tips of his ears was the fault of this goddamn broken air conditioning, not the fact that Eddie liked boys.

That would mean that Eddie's attempt to flirt (Harrington got her, don't ya big boy) was intentional, and not just a silly joke. Of course, just because Eddie isn't straight doesn't mean he likes Steve, but it's nice to think that one of your crushes also likes you. Haha, what?

Steve came to terms with his sexuality only a few months ago, under the watchful eye of Robin, and her reliable advice (yes, you can like both, dingus) and words of support (you're not broken, Steve. there's nothing wrong with you, dingus).

She called herself his gay godmother, although she also threatened him that if he find a boyfriend sooner than she get a chance to kiss a girl, she will break his Cyndi Lauper vinyl record (Cyndi just wants to have fun, Robin. Leave the girl alone).

"Let me put it this way, I'm straight like a spine of a person with scoliosis," Eddie added.

He heard Dustin cackle in response. Eddie looked very pleased with himself.

“What a visual,” Nancy concluded, shaking her head like a mother fed up with her kids' shenanigans. "Well… I can't do it either. Only my girlfriend can touch my neck."

Nancy hugged Robin tenderly and giggled.

Who would have thought that the world had to (almost) come to an end for Buckley to find a girlfriend? Vecna was a dick, but at least his actions have pushed girls toward each other. What an ally--

"Don't worry, Wheeler. You're not my type anyway.” Eddie cocked his head to the side, letting the strands of hair cover half of his face." It has to be Steve."

"Why me?" Steve felt all of the colors drip off his face. If it weren't for his red lips, he could blend in with the background of white tiles in the kitchen.

"Because you smell the strongest of them," Eddie announced as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"I'm sorry, did you just say I stink?" Steve frowned. "Fuck you too, Munson."

"That's not what I meant, " Eddie chuckled and rubbed his face. Steve did not miss the glimpse of Munson's fingertips which have long fingernails. Claws, actually, were turning black at the tips. However terrible they might look, Steve started thinking about how Eddie's nails would feel against his skin.

WHOAH--

Okay, hold on...

Jesus Christ.

"You smell ... um--" a cunning smile fell from Eddie's face.

Eddie didn't know what he should say to his friends without scaring them. Especially Steve, whose brown eyes with a little bit of gold in it, as if the sun had left its mark on him, were drilling a hole in him.

You smell like fresh cookies taken out of the oven.

Like the tender kiss from the love of your life in the morning, when the sun creeps lazily through the curtains into the room.

Like long-awaited rain that blesses withered plants.

``..Good,'' The older boy cleared his throat awkwardly.

"Eddie probably meant to say, your blood has the strongest scent. Which makes sense, considering your type is very rare and is needed the most,” said Dustin. He walked around the kitchen with his arms folded behind his back like a teacher, ready to help his students solve the difficult mystery of the universe around them.

"What he said." Eddie pointed his finger at Dustin and nodded.

Steve looked at Dustin then at Eddie, and at Dustin again. He was waiting for one of them to burst out laughing, and say that they were joking. But neither of them did. All four looked at him expectantly.

Steve swallowed loudly.

It's been a while since anyone touched him. He missed this feeling. Consciously or not, over the years he took the role of the babysitter, but sometimes he had dreamed that someone would also take care of him. He was touch starved as hell. Sue him.

“Okay, but do it quickly” Steve shifted nervously.

The thought of Eddie's lips on his neck made his legs turn to jelly. It was quite a terrifying vision, but something was intriguing about it, that convinced Steve to indulge in this fantasy.

"Oh hell yeah, Steve's bar is open." Eddie jumped happily.

In a second, he appeared behind Harrington. He had already pushed Steve's hair to one side, giving himself better access to his neck. The gentle touch of Eddie's fingers against Steve's sensitive skin gave him goosebumps.

Steve didn't believe in God anymore, but he had just begun to pray that he won't start to moan. Because that surely will traumatize Dustin. Not to mention the fact that Robin would make fun of him, well, probably for the rest of his life.

"Wait!" Robin screamed, holding her hands up. All attention was focused on her. "Before you start sucking the blood of my friend, my brother from another mother, soulmate-"

" Buckley, focus" Eddie clapped impatiently, and then placed his hands on Steve's waist.

"Oh yeah right. Perhaps, let's try a place where it's easier to stop the bleeding. You know, in case something goes wrong. Can you bite his wrist instead of his neck? '' Robin looked around the room.

" Buckley, Buckley, Buckley. It has to be neck," Munson said, trying to sound gentle, but the claws slightly digging into Steve's hips suggested to him that Eddie was only focused on one thing, and was not going to back away from it.

"Yeah, Robin. What do you know about vamp- umm" Steve managed to say before Eddie licked his neck.

Oh my god-

Eddie pierced Steve’s delicate skin. Steve's knees immediately buckled beneath him, but Munson's hands held him in place. Chest Steve felt behind him, prevented him from falling on the ground.

A surge of euphoria and blissful peace filled his body.

This is his new favorite feeling.

"Eddie-- stop," Steve whispered, listening to the remnants of reason.

Eddie immediately moved away from Steve. He let out a quiet groan, because of the sudden loss of Eddie's surprisingly warm lips.

Eddie was still holding him by the waist so when Steve's world suddenly began to darken before his eyes, he got immediately caught.

"Thank you, sweetheart. " Eddie grabbed him like a bride, and then he sat down on one of the chairs, still holding Steve in his arms. Eddis brushed Steve's hair back from his face and placed a kiss on his forehead.

Steve, still a bit dazed by the nirvana he experienced, smiled slightly. Without opening his eyes, he cuddled up against Eddie's torso.

"Robin was right, drinking blood is very homoerotic," said Dustin grinning to himself.

#steddie #steveddie #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #steve harrington x eddie munson #eddie munson x steve harrington #steddie brainrot #steddie headcanons #steddie fic

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https://freethoughtnow.org/easter-challenge/

I HAVE AN EASTER challenge for Christians. My challenge is simply this: tell me what happened on Easter. I am not asking for proof. My straightforward request is merely that Christians tell me exactly what happened on the day that their most important doctrine was born.

Believers should eagerly take up this challenge, since without the resurrection, there is no Christianity. Paul wrote, “And if Christ be not risen, then is our preaching vain, and your faith is also vain. Yea, and we are found false witnesses of God; because we have testified of God that he raised up Christ: whom he raised not up, if so be that the dead rise not.” (I Corinthians 15:14-15)

The conditions of the challenge are simple and reasonable. In each of the four Gospels, begin at Easter morning and read to the end of the book: Matthew 28, Mark 16, Luke 24, and John 20-21. Also read Acts 1:3-12 and Paul’s tiny version of the story in I Corinthians 15:3-8. These 165 verses can be read in a few moments. Then, without omitting a single detail from these separate accounts, write a simple, chronological narrative of the events between the resurrection and the ascension: what happened first, second, and so on; who said what, when; and where these things happened.

Since the gospels do not always give precise times of day, it is permissible to make educated guesses. The narrative does not have to pretend to present a perfect picture–it only needs to give at least one plausible account of all of the facts. Additional explanation of the narrative may be set apart in parentheses. The important condition to the challenge, however, is that not one single biblical detail be omitted. Fair enough?

I have tried this challenge myself. I failed. An Assembly of God minister whom I was debating a couple of years ago on a Florida radio show loudly proclaimed over the air that he would send me the narrative in a few days. I am still waiting. After my debate at the University of Wisconsin, “Jesus of Nazareth: Messiah or Myth,” a Lutheran graduate student told me he accepted the challenge and would be contacting me in about a week. I have never heard from him. Both of these people, and others, agreed that the request was reasonable and crucial. Maybe they are slow readers.

[ Continued... ]

It’s funny because it’s complete fiction and they accidentally figured it out.

#Dan Barker #Easter #christianity #jesus christ #resurrection #resurrection myth #crucifixion #crucifixion myth #bible #bible study #bible myths #myth of jesus #Easter challenge #religion #religion is a mental illness

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Second Wind

PAIRING: Heimdall x Reader (Platonic) (Male & Female Reader)

SUMMARY: Heimdall is rescued by a teenager, (Y/N), after his deadly fight with Kratos in Vanaheim.

“Monster,” the last word that left Heimdall’s mouth. Kratos finished killing him and left, leaving the fallen aesir to rot.

His golden teeth in a permanent frown. Skin covered in blood and bruises. His eye sockets completely black.

Gradually, Heimdall began to feel the air breeze touch his face. He could see again. And his arm was reattached, no, it was as if it never got detached in the first place. He was bandaged up and seated on a small bed in a towel.

“Huzzah! The most wondrous warri'r hast awoken! bid me, mast'r of f'resight, what hast hath happened to thee? to endeth up in such a t'rrible state is nay easy feat. W're thee p'rhaps defeating a dragon? or beheading a troll? haply coequal fighting off a god?” A kid, no older than a teenager, spoke.

“What the hel are you talking about?”

“Sorry, I thought it’d be funny. The name’s (Y/N). I found you dead and so I brought you back to life.” (Y/N) gave him a small cup of water. Heimdall chugged it all down and slammed down the cup.

“My body…since when did pain feel like this?” He looked at his hands, sweating profusely. (Y/N) wrapped more bandages around his injured body, cleaning his open wounds.

“Well since you’re here, still waiting for you to answer my question by the way, why don’t I introduce myself a little more–” Heimdall put his hand over (Y/N)’s mouth.

“Nope. Don’t care. When can I leave?” (Y/N) huffed.

“You’ll have to wait at least 2 more days. Resurrection requires a lot of healing, and you’ve already been out cold for a month.”

Heimdall’s face could only be described as pure shock. He looked the kid in the eyes. “You, a complete stranger, has been taking care of me for that long? Do you even know who I am?”

“Of course I do! You’re Heimdall, Watchmen of the aesir and Herald of Ragnarök. Now answer my question, what happened to you?” (Y/N) gave Heimdall a plate of food, nothing he’d ever seen before on it.

“I was…killed by that monster.” Heimdall frowned, gripping his covers till it hurt. (Y/N) was still confused as to who he meant. “I mean Kratos. The god of War. The one not from here.” (Y/N) pieced the two together.

“I see! Your pride and ego were damaged by Kratos making a joke out of you!” Heimdall would’ve strangled (Y/N) if he wasn’t badly injured.

“Where is my father? Surely he has been searching for me–”

“He’s dead.” (Y/N) spoke plainly.

Heimdall choked on nothing. “What do you mean?! Didn’t we win Ragnarök?”

“No, no you didn’t. Your father is dead and Asgard was destroyed. Kratos is also well liked by many mortals so that’s something unexpected”–(Y/N) broke into laughter–“I mean…we really didn’t see this coming. A being of war like Kratos idolized?! That’s next level.”

(Y/N) read the room and shut up shortly after laughing a bit more.

“Did my father even try to find me?” Heimdall’s face was shadowed but his despair was evident as day.

“No. But he did kill an ally of Kratos’ in vengeance, though from what I heard it was mostly coincidental; could’ve been totally avoided.”

Small tears fell from Heimdall’s eyes. “He didn’t care. After all the effort I put in, and this is what I get.”

(Y/N) sat next to him, awkwardly tapping the bedside. “Wellll I best mosey on out of here.” Heimdall grabbed (Y/N)’s hand.

“I’m sorry I didn’t say this sooner, but thank you. I still dislike your personality, but I appreciate you bringing me back to life.” Heimdall gritted his teeth. He was never one for politeness.

(Y/N)’s face was blank for a moment until a smile popped up. “Thanks! And you’re welcome too.”

This was just the beginning of a life long friendship.

- Fin

#god of war x reader #oneshot #female reader #male reader #heimdall #heimdall x reader

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Imagine # 115 Sam and Dean Winchester

A/N: This has been in the works for a while. I absolutely have loved Supernatural since the show started. I love both Sam and Dean and it’s so hard to choose which is my favorite. So, this is a selfish write just to get me back into the swing of things. It’s going to be a mini-series. I am not sure how long it’ll be but there will be different things to choose from on how you get an ending for Sam or Dean.

Pain; the emotion rippled throughout his system like a poison. Released from his heart in a bittersweet continuous trickle, infecting each nerve in his system as warm tears blurred his vision. Bobby Singer is dead; for real this time, no resurrections or ghostly visitations, just dead. To say it was difficult to let him go is an understatement; he thought he'd done it the first time yet as the vibrant flames enveloped the flask, contorting the metal into a liquid mound, it hurt just as much as when he watched the life leave his body in that hospital bed. Richard ‘Dick’ Roman, the leviathan leader extraordinaire, seared a target on his forehead the minute Bobby took his final breath. The Winchester brothers would never stop until the leviathan paid for his death. They’re distraught; torn into pieces by the death of a man that was closer to them than their own father. However, if there was anyone that felt this loss harder than Dean, it was definitely you; Bobby Singer’s only blood relative, his child. How could he ever fix this for you?

“I am so sorry.” Dean’s soothing baritone reaches your ears in a whisper, warm breath tickling the flesh of your tear stained cheek as his calloused fingertips brush a strand of hair behind your ear. He wraps your trembling frame in a sympathetic embrace, nuzzling his stubbled face into the softness of disheveled hair as your fingers clutch at his cotton shirt in tight fists. “I am here for you.” He places his forehead against yours, nudging you like a loving kitten before he continues. “I’ll always be here for you when you need me.” Dean’s body releases an involuntary shutter, goosebumps spreading across his limbs, thankfully hidden underneath his smoke gray button up, as your warm breath mingles with his due to the close proximity. He knows it’s terrible timing, he shouldn’t even be entertaining the idea, but he wants to tell you how he feels. He wants to be honest, to pour out his heart, in case the plan doesn’t work and this kills him. You had to feel something for him, right?

“Y/N.” The somber tone of Sam Winchester’s voice interrupts the moment, pulling away from Dean, your lower lip quivers as you meet the younger man’s gaze. He’s heartbroken by the sight; the impish glisten to your beautiful eyes is replaced with sorrow, tear stains reflecting off of your soft cheekbones, supple lips quivering as you fight the sob from creeping up your throat. He furrows his brow in concern, opening his arms in a silent invitation to seek comfort from him. Dean coughs, ignoring the pang of sadness that causes his chest to ache the moment you crash into his younger brother’s arms and sob against his brown plaid shirt. He’s cradling your head in the palm of his hand, threading his fingers through the soft tendrils of hair as he gently shushes you, mumbling words of comfort into your ear that his brother can’t quite hear.

Sam glanced over his shoulder, Dean’s tattered boots retreating up the cellar stairs without a word, his stout footsteps the sole interruption of your sniffles and sobs against Sam’s clothing. He knew something was bothering his older brother, obviously not just the loss of Bobby again, but something he wasn’t sharing. Maybe it was a mixture of grief and anger, he knew that Dean wanted revenge against Dick Roman but there was just a hint of something else that lingered in the air when he was around. He blinks away the thought, forcing himself to focus on the moment so he could be present for you. You needed him. “You want to go for a drive?” He offers in the faintest whisper, almost as if he raised his voice you’d shatter like delicate glass.

“Y-Yeah.” You stammer, sniffling as your fingers clutch at the sleeve of the plaid rolled up to his elbow. “Can we get a coffee from town?” Your pitiful tone made his heart skip, a smitten smile quirking his mouth as he nodded and placed an affectionate kiss on your forehead.

“Of course, we can, princess.” The nickname brought a sad smile to your face, butterflies tickling your abdomen as you grasp his much larger hand in yours, intertwining your fingers. There’s always been a place in your heart for the Winchester brothers, a magnetic connection you’ve shared with both of them, and yet, despite moments like these you could never be certain if either of them possess feelings for you on more than a platonic level. Neither had ever gone further than smitten glances and flirtatious banter. To say it’s difficult to love someone when you don’t know if they feel the same is an understatement, but it’s even worse when you’re in love with two people and you have no idea how either feels about you.

Everything went wrong in the worst way, the ‘plan’ appeared to work but before there was even a chance at feeling satisfaction in the win, the happiness that might’ve been just disappeared. Kevin Tran had told you and Sam about Dick Roman’s ‘creamer’ that would wipe out thinner people. He made you guys promise to blow up the laboratory before leaving the building, you three had just burst through the lab doors when you spot Dick Roman with the specialized bone weapon in his neck; Dean standing before him watching as he gurgles and struggles to maintain his meat suit facade, Castiel standing behind him watching the scene as he prayed they’d succeeded and it’s when the sounds stop and a weird ripple pulses from Dick Roman that you knew something was about to go wrong. Sam’s breathing is labored as he begins to back away, broad frame pushing you back into Kevin as he tries to gesture for you to retreat. The atmosphere around the monster’s silhouette begins to ripple in stronger waves, you were about to scream for Dean to back away when his concerned willow irises met yours, he mouths something you don't quite understand before Sam’s arms wrap around your body and he shields you from the sudden explosion.

There’s Leviathan goo covering the entire lab, the tar blood dripping off the walls onto the pristine floors. Peeking around Sam’s broad shoulders, you can feel your stomach drop as you’re met with nothing. Dean and Castiel are just gone. You’re frozen in shock, ignoring the exchange between Sam and Kevin as the hunter tries to figure out what’s happened and Kevin just tries to urge you to leave. Crowley appears and you can feel yourself losing it, you’re trembling, mind racing, throat unable to form words as you purse your lips feeling the bile rise from the pit of your stomach. Just like that, Crowley exchanges a few select words with Sam before he snaps his fingers, Kevin disappears with a couple of demons and then he himself just vanishes.

“Breathe, just breathe.” Sam’s soothing voice murmurs, warm palms cradling your cheeks as his charming hazel eyes meet yours in a concerned gaze. He knew about the panic attacks, Bobby had confided in him years ago about how you’d been on medication for anxiety ever since your mother’s death. Sam is no stranger to comforting others in times of distress but he’s never been present for an episode like this. He vaguely remembers reading about panic attacks, he’s desperately trying to wrack his brain for anything that could help you in this situation. He lands on distracting you; or maybe it was his subconscious urging him to finally be honest with you about how he’s always felt now that he had you and you alone.

The sound of frazzled breathing dissipates, instead being replaced by a gasp as Sam’s delightful mouth meets yours in a tender and cautious kiss. With a subtle groan, your body instinctively relaxes, pressing yourself painfully close to his broad muscular frame as your fingers grasp at his chestnut hair and you find yourself kissing him in return with the feelings you’ve tried to hide over the years. Sam sighs through his nose, the kiss becoming more heated as he gets caught up in the moment. He’d definitely succeeded, you were distracted, but now so was he. The distant splat of leviathan dripping from the lab walls onto a surface somewhere in the room is what had brought you both back to reality.

“We should... w-we should go.” Sam offers in a murmur, clearing his throat with a deep cough, warm pink hue brightening his cheekbones in the most adorable manner. “We can figure out what happened to them. Someone has to know something, right?”

Wrong; it’s been four strenuous months since that fateful night at Richard Roman Enterprises. There hasn’t been a sole indication that whatever happened to Castiel and Dean wasn’t- fatal or reversible. Sam found himself toeing the line between losing himself to the pain of his brother’s absence and the paralyzing need to keep a suffocatingly tight grip on you in fear of losing the only person he has left. Sam’s need to be protective seems to have worsened as his feelings for you became like a tsunami tide; his heart was lulled into the calm waters of the affection he’s held for you since he can remember, only to be devoured and swept into a chaos of domestic dreams and a relentless wave of love that crashed into his heart with no warning. He’s always been smitten with you, but now, he was hopelessly in love. He remembered the promise he made to Dean vividly, if anything happened to either of them then the other was to live a normal life. An apple pie life. He’s never considered the promise before but now, with you, everything is different.

“C-Can I ask you something?” Sam clears his throat, rubbing the palms of his hands against his jean clad knees as you place a cold beer bottle on the battered motel coffee table, a dulled thud interrupting the tension filled silence. There’s something strange about his demeanor, something that spreads a hollow nerve in the pit of your stomach as you offer him an unsure nod. “Will you sit here with me, please?” His warm voice trembles, gesturing to the empty space on the sofa with his signature puppy eyes.

“Sammy.” There’s a beat of silence as you gnaw on your lower lip and contemplate how to broach the remainder of your thought. “Is this about Dean? I-Is he..”

“No.” He rushes, placing a comforting hand on your thigh as he meets your gaze. “I m-mean, I don’t know if he’s-” He pauses with a pained expression, before scooting closer to you and brushing his calloused fingers across the delicate flesh of your cheek, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Dean and I made a promise to each other. If anything were to happen to either of us, the other is to find a way to be happy. Move on and try to live a normal life.” There’s a coy smile that quirks his mouth, warmth creeping up his neck as he intertwines your fingers before continuing. “I want to do that with you.”

“Give up hunting?” There’s confusion in your tone as your heart hammers against your chest. Were you hearing him right? Give up on helping people? Give up on Dean?

“No more hunting.” He swallows the nerves, heartbeat drumming in his ears as he hopes to God that you’ll agree. “Just me and you, we can settle down somewhere. We can find a house, a normal nine to five and maybe-maybe, i-in the future, we could get married?” It’s impossible to ignore the startled expression on your face, he’s uncertain whether it’s leaning toward a yes or a no, so he hopes pleading his case can sway you. “I am in love with you.” His confession is tender, voice so gentle that you feel a warmth spread through your chest as you meet his beautiful hazel eyes. “And I think that you know that. I’ve been in love with you since we were kids but I never thought you’d feel the same. So I kept it to myself, continued being the best friend that I could be to you and just enjoyed the time we spent together.” His massive hand squeezes your thigh, the other playing with your fingers as he continues. “Things have been teetering on the line between friendship and more with us since our kiss,” He hesitates, cradling your face as his thumb brushes your bottom lip. “I finally felt like you might’ve had feelings for me too. If I am wrong, and you don’t, if I am just reading too much into this, tell me now.” The sofa releases a squeak as he shifts his weight, leaning dangerously close as his forehead meets yours.

"Sammy." The lighthearted giggle and dazzling smile caused Sam's heart to skip a beat, the contagious laughter coaxing an amused chuckle as he wrapped his lean muscular arms around your waist, pressing your back against his toned stomach. "We're never gonna make it to the lease signing if we don't choose a color."

"I am content with whatever you choose." He mumbles in your ear. "I just want you to be happy, baby."

"Samuel William Winchester, you promised." The adorable pout directed over your shoulder softened his expression, heart skipping as he met your gaze with a smitten smile. He released a sigh, reaching toward the paint chips in your hand and plucking the card with a gray hued blue.

"This." He murmurs into your hair as he wraps his arms around you once more. "There, the promise fulfilled."

"Thank you." It's almost impossible to keep from smiling, the terms of endearment still felt fresh and made your heart flutter. He's always called you princess but since that day in that stale half dilapidated motel when he expressed his love for you, he's really taken to calling you sweet names like babe, baby, love and honey. There was a sole instance that he'd called you sweetheart and something in you broke. He instantly noticed you tense and a sadness glistening in your watering eyes that broke his heart. He didn’t want to admit it then but he knew the reason; Dean. So he’d silently promised himself he would never call you that again. Sam never wanted to be the reason for your pain, even if it was unintentional.

“Have you put any more thought into the lease time frames?” Sam questions, releasing you from his tight hold to push the shopping cart toward the next aisle. There’s hesitation in your response, he can sense the tension that looms in the air as the squeaking from the shopping cart wheels goes silent and he’s watching you with a curious tilt to his head. “Baby?”

“Sorry.” You whisper, gnawing on your lower lip. There’s still no answer to his question and it’s starting to worry him that maybe you’d changed your mind altogether; you didn’t actually want this, want him. He leaves the shopping cart, fingers tugging the soft cotton sleeve of your peach cardigan as he urges you to come closer to him. The emotion reflecting in his hazel eyes causes you to frown and place the palms of your hands against his stubble covered cheeks. “I know that look, Winchester. Don’t do that. It’s nothing you did, I promise.” Pressing an affectionate kiss to your delicate fingers, he nods with a sigh of relief, ushering you to the shopping cart to continue the journey to the registers. “I was thinking about my dad and I just didn’t want to ruin our trip.”

“It’s perfectly okay to miss him.” He responds with an empathetic smile in your direction before greeting the cashier and placing the items on the conveyor belt, fishing his wallet out of his jean pocket. “I miss him too.” The remainder of the shopping trip was silent, it wasn’t that you thought Sam would judge you for thinking of your father but you didn’t want to have to admit that you were afraid of returning home. That’s why you’d agreed to rent a house with Sam about two hours driving distance of Sioux Falls, South Dakota. There’s a piece of your heart that yearned to return home, like being on the junkyard property line would help you feel like a part of your father was still here with you. Yet, the wounds were still fresh and it was hard to grasp that he really is truly gone.

“Are you okay, baby?” Sam’s concerned voice is barely heard over the rumbling of the Impala engine, his fingers interlacing with yours as he lifts your clasped hands to his mouth, pressing an affectionate kiss upon your knuckles.

“Mhmm.” There’s a subtle squeak from the leather seats as you scoot closer to his massive frame, nuzzling into his side as you enjoy the ride to the place you’d be calling home for a while. The cassette tape peeking out of the radio catches your attention, there’s an uncomfortable knotting in the pit of your stomach, a pain you’d often get when you focused on reminders of Dean. Sam is humming, you’re uncertain of the song but it takes everything within yourself to keep from pushing the cassette tape in and turning the radio on. Neither of you have been able to bring yourself to turn it on since Dean’s been gone. Swallowing the sadness, you try again, as you have each day since their disappearance, to pray to Castiel. It still hurts each time that the prayer is answered with radio silence. Sam makes you that happiest you’ve been in a lifetime but with Castiel and Dean still missing it feels like pieces of your heart have just vanished. The most painful part of the ordeal is the unknown; are they in pain? Are they in danger? Are they dead?

Sam Winchester could never have envisioned this; feeling comfortable enough to let someone in wholeheartedly, to allow himself the pleasure of falling hopelessly in love and nourishing the dream of a happily ever after. This is everything he’s ever wanted; this is perfection. The morning sunlight radiates from the bedroom window, revitalizing warmth descending upon the bare and exposed flesh sprawled across the mattress. The muscles in the hunter’s tanned arm were roused as he twirled a strand of hair around his finger, the movement provoking a content sigh as your foot grazed his leg in a gesture of instinctual fondness. There’s sleep evident in his movement as he savored the astounding happiness that devours his heart, his enamored hazel eyes hypnotized by the serene expression on your face. You’re beautiful; he’s always thought so however in this intimate sense of domestic bliss, bare skin wrapped in the floral print sheets, conquered by peaceful slumber due to the previous night's love making, he couldn't help himself from equating you to a goddess of celestial perfection. Aphrodite; in flesh and bone gracing him with the blessing of her presence. Then a realization hits him in the depths of his stomach as his heart skips; he’s ready. He wants this to be the rest of his life. This has been the best year of his life and everything in him is aching to spend the rest of it with you by his side. He’s going to propose.

#supernatural #supernatural imagines #supernatural imagine #sam winchester x reader #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester imagine #dean winchester imagine #sam x reader x dean #sam winchester x reader x dean winchester

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My Better Bitter Half, Part 10

Chapter 10: Dance Dance!

“Dr. Kinbott tells me I should get out more. Says I need to open my mind to new people and experiences. Who am I to argue with her professional clichés?”

The Jericho Morgue houses the corpses of those lost in the town. The security system was tough but, effortlessly disposed of by black gum. Thing coats it, which allows the twins to sneak in undetected by the Camera. They slip into the Morgues chambers and Wednesday turns to her brother as they approach the containers.

“While I do the autopsy, you find the files of the monster's other victims and make copies.”

“Seriously?” (Y/n) said.

“Don't pout. Your scalpel skills are questionable. Do you remember my 13th birthday, when Uncle Fester gave me that cadaver?”

“First of it, our 13th birthday. And no I don’t.”

“You sliced right through that man's carotid.” She said, he scoffs.

“Because you decided to steal my embalming tools. But fine, I’ll make sure we get what we need.” (Y/n) walks into the other room across the hall. The twins separate and begin preparations, (Y/n) and Thing head inside the office and search cabinets for the lastest date. Finding one a day or two ago of this year, he grabs what he can and begins to print it off. He checks the papers and an odd coincidence begins to form.

“Lost hand… head? Eyeball?… they all seem to have some form of dismemberment.. but why would a wild monster do that?” He says, he finishes the printing just in time for car lights to catch his eye. He dashed into the autopsy room.

“Wednesday! Someone’s here!” He yells

“Calm down. Who's coming?” She said, the twins come up with a plan and execute it. The Sheriff and the Doctor who oversees autopsies enter

“Appreciate you coming back to the office, Doc.”

“No problem, Sheriff. Whatever I can do to help. Whatever or whoever is responsible for these killings... In all my years, I've never seen injuries like them. I thought you should see this before I issued my report on the latest victim. It's a real noodle-scratcher. The killer cut off two toes from the victim's left foot. Best guess, they used a surgical saw. The final autopsy report's still pending.”

“Minute you're done, send it straight to my desk.” The sheriff responds.

“Happy retirement, Doc.” The sheriff leaves as the doctor nods. He turns and notices on the table, a covered body. He approaches and pulls back the cover to (Y/n), dead. The doctor sighs. He pulls further back to see his body, with off scars and bruises, many healed.

“Hm.. many broken bones, scars.. you went though a lot. I suppose you can wait—“ he notices a chill in the air, and looks to the fridges As one is open, the slowly walks over towards it. He opens it and pulls the corpse back, and it’s Wednesday.

“I don't remember this one coming in. Full rigor. You've been dead a while. Guess you won't mind waiting another day for me to cut you open.” He smiles and locks her inside, and finally takes his leave. Thing, hiding in the fake skull pops out and heads to Wednesday. He pulls her from the fridge.

“Five more minutes. I was just getting comfortable.” She says, Thing angrily prances around, and Wednesday rolls her undead eyes.

“Fine. You know he won’t stay dead.” She says and gets out of the fridge and approaches her brothers corpse. She calmly looks over him.

“My Brother, for all his dreadful Traits, is annoyingly resilient. He’s cheated death more times than one can count, and his ability to seemingly resurrect himself from death is impressive, so long as he can get a jumpstart.” Wednesday thinks, and a small creepy smirk creeps along her face as she draws a taser.

“Luckily, I have just the thing.” She jams the taser into his chest, shooting lighting though him, and like Frankenstien, he rose up gasping for air. The once dead look in his eyes was full of life now.

“Never… Again.” He says growling.

“Not unless I want to, now put your clothes on.” She said, leaving the Morgue, (Y/n) grumbled as he stood off the table and grabbed his clothes in the corner.

The next morning, Wednesday had the files; everything printed out upon a plaster, analyzing the information, Enid approached, obviously concerned.

“When I suggested giving your side of the room a makeover, I did not have Ted Bundy's Pinterest in mind.”

“Still not as creepy as your stuffed unicorn collection.”

“Is this why you snuck out last night?” Enid asks. L

“My Brother and I made an unsanctioned trip to the morgue to copy the files of the monster's victims.”

“Okay, there are so many levels of ew in that statement, I don't know where to begin.”

“I need to get inside its head. Discover any patterns or anomalies. I've already made a big discovery. Turns out all of the monster's victims have had body parts surgically removed. The first one a kidney, the second a finger...” Wednesday shows Enid the graphic photos.

“Wednesday, I don't feel...”

“Third a gall bladder. And the bearded man from the meeting house, two toes. Do you understand what this means? These murders aren't mindless. He's collecting trophies like a seasoned serial killer. It's impressive, actually.—“ Wednesday hears a thud, and she turns around to Enid on the floor. Suddenly, (Y/n) enters with his backpack.

“Enid, Wednesday, Pardon the intrusion I found—“ (Y/n) stops talking as he sees Enid on the floor.

“… what did you do?” (Y/n) asks In his sister’s deadpanned voice

“I did not do anything to your pet.” Wednesday said.

“I Did nOt dO aNyThInG—“ (Y/n) says mocking his sister. “If you were literally anyone else I’d believe that.” He says, he kneels down at Enid and picks her up.

“Fetch the smelling salts, she’s going to be late for class.” He says and walks to her side of the Dorm. Wednesday stares with an off sensation, another girl has her older brothers attention besides Her, perhaps this is what we call, Jealousy.

In Ms Thornhills Herbology Class, the lesson continues as planned. Thornhill showing off a particularly evil looking plant.

“While most plants reward their pollinators with sweet nectar, many carnivorous varieties turn to sеxual trickery or deception. The orchid produces a pheromone that mimics a female insect, luring the males in. Now, once the plant is pollinated, what do the male insects get in exchange?”

“Nada. Just like all the guys at the Rave'N.” Bianca says out loud, which gets a few laughs from the student body.

“Okay, okay. I know you're all excited about Saturday, which is why I haven't assigned any homework. But I do still need volunteers for the decorating committee. Anyone interested, come and see me up here.” Thornhill says, Xavier turns to Wednesday.

“You're not gonna volunteer? Aren't you pumped about disco balls and spiked punch?There's even a DJ. MC Blood Suckaz.”

“I'd rather stick needles in my eyes. I'll probably do that anyway.”

“Or you could invite someone and have a little fun.” Xavier replies, he gets up to leave and Wednesday can notice his lack of limber, something is wrong.

Inside the local Coffee spot, (Y/n) sat gingerly, reading the Autopsy reports.

“Severed Limbs and Organs, none the same.. like they’re building a.. body.” (Y/n) begins to piece everything together. His eyes catch from the corner, his Sister and Enid walking past, going somewhere. “Hmm..” he said, but didn’t think too much of it, as he begins to wrap up, Enid enters and spots him.

“(Y/n)!” She says walking over so giddy. (Y/n) prepares mentally for what he’s about to hear. And hides the autopsy reports.

“Enid… how are you?”

“It’s going to such a Hot girl summer!”

“It’s.. August..” he replies, She scoffs and sits next to him, getting a bit close to him, the sudden flourish of blonde hair and beauty in his face cause him to be a bit lost for words.

“Okay.. what is it?” He says, and she grabs his hand to share her excitement.

“Your sister is going to The Rav’N!” She says, which makes (Y/n) stare for a moment in literal disbelief.

“You… you mean Wednesday, right?”

“Duh, who else?”

“… We’re talking about the same person right? She isn’t the social butterfly, more like a death hornet.. that’s besides the point who would go out with my sister?”

“Well wouldn’t you?” Enid asks, which just confuses him even more.

“You’d take your sister to the dance, because that’s what family is for. Plus she’s going with Xavier anyway, so I was going to help her Shop but she doesn’t need it.” Enid explains.

“Well.. what about you?” (Y/n) asks, and She sighs.

“Ajax and I aren’t.. working out.” She admits; which was a good thing from (Y/n).

“Well… I can offer a counter suggestion.” (Y/n) said, but their conversation was interrupted by a young man, who approached.

“Is it okay if I talk to Enid?” He asks, and (Y/n) immediately cuts him off

“Anything you can say, you can say to me as well.” He said, the man awkwardly sat across from them

“Thanks. I'm—“

“Lucas Walker, mayor's son. Recently split from cheer captain, Chrissy Smothers. Cute brunette who needs to rethink her spray tan.” Enid said

“That's kinda scary.”

“I think it’s pretty cool.” (Y/n) chimes in.

“I have a nose for gossip and I follow half your grade on TikTok. Also my roommate scares you.”

“Wednesday Addams is your roommate? And you—“

“The bother.” (Y/n) says, and Lucas awkwardly nods

“The resemblance is—“ he begins.

“Off putting? Uncanny? Absolutely Terrifying?” (Y/n) says, staring right into Lucas’ eyes. Lucas tries not to look into the eyes of the abyss.

“Sure is. I know this isn't a random encounter. So, why are you sitting here, Lucas Walker?

You must want something.” Enid asks.

“I've got a friend who works at Hawte Kewture.

She overheard you're on the hunt for a date to the Rave'N. Maybe we can help each other out.” Lucas begins, (Y/n) realizes what’s about to happen, and takes the biggest leap in his life, he puts his hand on Enids and she looks a bit, taken aback.

“Apologies, but I’m taking this lovely Wolf out on the Rav’N.” He says, with a growing confidence, he turns to Enid who was getting more and more red.

“Y-yeah, I’d like to go with you too…” Enid could barely form a coherent sentence, (Y/n) turns to Lucas.

“Apologies, but it’s a no.”

“That’s fine, I have another plan. The relationship between Nevermore and Jericho is.. not the best, so if it’s cool with you, can we bring a few Jericho students to the dance? A show of good faith.” Lucas asks, (Y/n) and Enid share a glance.

Later in the day, the twins look at The Billboard Wednesday put together. This time inside the Bee hive.

“But why Dismemberment?” Wednesday asks.

“I’ve yet to figure that out either Wednesday.. but the cuts were clean, no monster could do something that complicated…”

“So we’re dealing with a Serial Killer… but no motive.

“It’s possible, no motive as you said, the victims seem sporadic. No connecting traits, attributes…” (Y/n) rubs his chin, and Wednesday taps her foot. Eugene enters the Bee hive.

“Enid wouldn't let me keep this in our dorm.” Wednesday said.

“No worries. Mi colmena es su colmena. I assume this is the creature that's been rampaging in the woods.”

“You've heard about it before?” (Y/n) and Wednesday ask.

“Rumors. Mr. Fitts banned me from bug-hunting until further notice. Claimed a bear was on the loose, which I knew was a lie. Didn't match their hibernation schedules. Speaking of monsters with sharp claws, could you give this to your roomie?” Eugene shows her a letter, (Y/n) raises an eyebrow.

“Put in a good word for me? I hear she's still sans date for the Rave'N.” Eugene says.

“Sorry to Break your heart..” (Y/n) said, “Enid and I are going together.” (Y/n) said, and Wednesdays attention turns to her brother.

“You didn’t inform me of this.”

“Because I didn’t have to?” (Y/n) said, “I dork have to inform you what I’m doing, you never told me you were going with Xavier.”

“That was a preservation of my status, I couldn’t let him know I was on to him. You are taking Enid on some fabricated “Date.” For no reason; it’s counter productive.

“You think everyone and everything that doesn’t work for you is counterproductive.”

Because Brother, We're original thinkers, intrepid outliers in this vast cesspool of adolescence. We don't need these inane rites of passage to validate who we are.” Wednesday said.

“So you're not going to the Rave'N with Xavier?” He asks smugly, She glares at him as Eugene slowly backs away.

“It's not like I like Xavier. I just have ulterior motives. Sketches are the closest thing I have to a lead to try and stop this thing.” She says, the twins turn back to the board.

“These drawings are… odd. I’ve known Xavier, but his artistic skill eludes me.” (Y/n) said.

“That circle...I think I know where that is.” Eugene pipes up, the Twins turn to him.

“Show us.”

Eugene takes the twins deep into the forest, and specifically to a cave with the same spiraling formation seen. They look at the drawing and confirm.

“It Matches..What were you doing out here?” Wednesday asks Eugene.

“Collecting specimens. This place is ground zero for hоrny gypsy moths…You think it's in there?”

“Only one way to find out.” (Y/n) walks forward first, slowly peering into the darkness of the cave.

“I'm not a huge fan of enclosed spaces. I'm claustrophobic…” Eugene backs away, and Wednesday follows her brother.

“If you hear me screaming bloody murder, there's a good chance I'm just enjoying myself.” She says, before heading inside. She creeps in and finds (Y/n) kneeling at something, looking at the ground. It’s deeply scared for rock. “This is definitely its lair, the claw marks on the ground suggest it holes itself inside.” (Y/n) explains. He shows his sister a bone.

“Venison…”

“Nothing human… It doesn’t eat them.” He says, from the corner of his eye he sees Wednesday pick up a claw.

“What is that?”

“Concrete proof. I just need to find something to match against the claw's DNA.”

“And I assume you have a suspect..”

Night falls, and it was the perfect moonlight for the Rav’N. Tyler and Enid accidentally bump into each other.

“My bad, i was waiting for Wednesday.”

“I’m waiting for (Y/n).” Enid replies, the two didn’t have to wait long, they soon looked upward to the stairs and the twins descend, Wednesday in a gorgeous black Aliana dress, adorned with jewelers to boot. Her brother matching Black pinstripe suit, gothic tailcoat and blood red vest and brooch to combo. They descend down and the two are at a loss for words.

“Wow, you look...” Tyler begins

“Unrecognizable? Ridiculous? A classic example of female objectification for the male gaze?” Wednesday says, (Y/n) scoffs.

“Ignore her pestering. She’s just being stubborn.” (Y/n) says, and looks at Enid.

(This woman has no Right being this beautiful someone help me—)

“Enid how are—“ He said, getting a much closer look at her, absolutely taken aback by her beauty. The fluent fur dress, the perfectly pink hair and her adorable smile.

“You… you look..” he says, but she grabs his hand smiling.

“You look great! Cmon we have to show you off!” Enid happily takes him away as he grins ear to ear, leaving Tyler and Wednesday alone. Enid shows (Y/n) the theme, which was mostly white.

“Is that an abominable snowman?” He asks, looking at the statue.

“(Y/n)! You can't say that, it's offensive! The correct name is Yeti.” Enid said.

“Uh.. okay? They've been extinct since the 1950s. I doubt they’d want to draw and quarter me for it.”

“Ms. Thornhill chaired the dance committee this year. She wanted the Rave'N to feel relevant. So our theme is climate crisis meets extinction event. But in a fun way!” Enid explains

“Oh, so Hell frozen over.” He says, he looks at her with a soft smirk.

“A fitting theme.”

“Enid?” A voice called out, the two turn to see Ajax with his date.

“I thought that was you. Is that your date?” He asks. And Enid sternly grabs (Y/n)‘s arm..

“Yes, and he's having the best time with me.’We are both loving this dance... together.” She says

“Sweet.” Ajax murmurs before leaving. (Y/n) turns to Enid, and notices her dismayed face.

“Hey, are you okay?” He asks, she snaps out of it and nods.

“Y-yeah! I’m fine! I’ll go get us punch.” Enid awkwardly scampers over to Wednesday.

“Hey, Interesting choice of date.” Enid says, peering over to Tyler.

“I could say the same.” Wednesday replies, Enid couldn’t hide her blush.

“Your brothers great! He’s just like you… Look, at first I thought it was a good idea since I'm trying to make Ajax jealous. But now, i realize your brother is, like the perfect present wrapped up in a box!”

“Or a casket..” Wednesday replies, and Enid laughs. “As much joy as i find out of the pain and suffering he endures, I’d be a “Bad sister.” If I allowed you to toy with his heart.” She said, and Enid nods.

“You’re right, Everything he does for me, I can’t do him like that! Alright! Cmon, at least have some fun!” She says and Leads Wednesday away, the party continues, until a certain song begins to play

When the sun goes down And the moon comes up.

Goo Goo Muck By the Cramps begins to play, and Wednesday, for her all gothic melodramatic attitude, begins her own off putting dance.,

 I turn into a teenage goo goo muck

 Yeah, I cruise through the city And I roam the streets

 Looking for something That is nice to eat

You better duck

 When I show up

 The goo goo muck

 I'm the night headhunter Looking for some head

 With a way-out body Underneath that head

 Yeah, I'll get you, baby With a little luck

 'Cause I'm a teenage tiger And a goo goo muck

 You better duck

 When I show up

 The goo goo muck

(Y/n) and Enid dance together, elated, his eyes waver only for a moment to see his sister, somewhat enjoying herself, which brings a bit of joy to himself.

Most have calmed down after the dance, and Wednesday exits the dance floor to the side rooms, as Bianca sits

“Whoever invented high heels clearly had a side hustle as a torturer.”

“As my dear mother always says, "Fire tests gold, suffering tests a woman." Bianca said

“Speaking of suffering, where's your date? I didn't see you and Xavier on the dance floor.”

“We had a little tiff. About you, actually.

You don't know what it's like.”

“Being beautiful and popular?”

“Never knowing people's true feelings. If someone likes me for me.”

“What about your amulet?”

“It's not foolproof. It's a mild prophylactic, so to speak. That's why Xavier broke up with me.

He could never fully trust me. The worst part is I could never trust his feelings either. I never knew if they were real or not. You're lucky.You don't care what people think of you.”

“Honestly, I wish I cared a little more…” Wednesday replies, “My brother is the sympathetic one.

“He also has quite the looks..” Bianca chimes in.

“I can barely handle Enid drooling over him I don’t need another. His happiness makes me life sick.”

“I’m just saying your brother is.. a thriller.” Bianca says, and if on queue, a familiar song begins to play. (Y/n)s body moves almost like a zombie, perfectly mimicking a dance

It's close to midnight

And something evil's lurking in the dark

Under the moonlight

You see a sight that almost stops your heart

You try to scream

But terror takes the sound before you make it

You start to freeze

As horror looks you right between the eyes

You're paralyzed

'Cause this is thriller, thriller night

And no one's gonna save you from the beast about to strike

You know it's thriller, thriller night

You're fighting for your life inside a killer, thriller tonight, yeah

Ooh, ooh

You hear the door slam

And realize there's nowhere left to run

You feel the cold hand

And wonder if you'll ever see the sun

You close your eyes

And hope that this is just imagination

Girl, but all the while

You hear a creature creepin' up behind

You're out of time

'Cause this is thriller, thriller night!

There ain't no second chance against the thing with forty eyes, girl

Thriller, thriller night

You're fighting for your life inside a killer, thriller tonight

Students begin to chime in, dancing as well, like an army of the undead. A hallowing voice begins to speak, emulating though the world as the song reaches its climax, (Y/n) drops down, slowly crawling towards Enid, like a zombie, until he gets on one knee, and takes her hand, looking lovingly into her eyes.

The foulest stench is in the air

The funk of forty thousand years

And grizzly ghouls from every tomb

Are closing in to seal your doom

And though you fight to stay alive

Your body starts to shiver

For no mere mortal can resist

The evil of the thriller!

(Y/n) slowly stood up, and took Enids hands, looking into her eyes, and for a moment.

“Enid.. I—“ he says stammering, but she takes the moment for herself, because this is her moment and she gives him the softest kiss on the lips. (Y/n) stares in disbelief.

“I’m sorry!” Enid begins “I wanted to make Ajax jealous cause I knew he’d be coming here with another girl, but I couldn’t do that to you. And Wednesday talked me into telling you the truth and I just can’t lie anymore.. do you, forgive me?” She asks, he continues to stare, before his hands awkwardly wrap around her.

“I do… it’s just..” he lets go, and tries to speak, before noticing something, red.

“Enid? Are you okay? You’re blessing.”

“What?” Enid feels something rush down here face as she sees red. Soon the room begins to pour red, seemingly blood, which grossly stains the white themed party. (y/n) looks around At everyone panicking, and Enid spots Lucas leaving and follows.

“Enid? Enid!” He says, “They couldn't even spring for real pigs' blood. It's only paint.” He turns to his sister, who’s smirking.

“…. Wednesday..” he says.

“No. I had nothing to do with this.” She says

“This time, I actually believe you.. give me a moment.” He walks off to chase after Enid, as she spots Lucas with other Jericho boys, laughing as they poured the red ink into the schools water supply.

“You did this?” Enid said, holding back tears, “I can't believe I fell for your crap. Enid, after Crackstone's statue... I thought you were different.”

The Malicious laughter of the boys echo in the night, “Wolf out! Wolf out! Wolf out!” They chant, before (Y/n) exits. He see Enid on the verge of tears and the bullying monsters, he storms over.

“Get away from her, now.” He says, Lucas looks around, seeing the situation slowly rise in tension, the three other boys surround (Y/n).

“Or what? You gonna cry to your Mommy? Freak.”

“I bet his moms an ugly ghoul or something.”

“Ha! Is he right? I bet your dad is just as gross.”

“You’re gonna look like it when we’re through with you.”

(Y/n) said nothing for the moment. He calmly took the blood on his face and combed his hair back with it.

“You are Hopelessly outnumbered..” he says, the boys chuckle.

“Really? Just you, Asshat.”

“No, it isn’t.” He takes a deep breath, and looks down. They look down as well, as if the bowels of hell opened up, glowing hands slowly begin to erupt from the ground, swiping at boys. They scream and scamper about to abound being dragged to hell. But hands grab them, ghosts and ghouls alike hold them in place, ready to drag them to the underworld. (Y/n) calmly turns to Lucas.

“Take your friends, and never come back here. Or I will drag you to hell personally.” With a snap of his fingers, the hands let them go and scurry off. He looks down at the hands.

“I thank you for your assistance, and yours mister Poe.” He says to a ghostly man. Who resembles the fallen poet, he nods

“Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary” the ghost says.

“... Quoth the Raven, Nevermore.” (Y/n) replies, and the ghosts fade. (Y/n) turns to Enid and rushes to her side.

“Are you okay?” He asks, and she hugs him with no hesitation. He gladly accepts her affection, until her claws accidentally come out, poking his back

“Ow ow Enid! Claws!” He says and she lets go.

“I’m sorry! Sorry..” the two stand there, “I.. I’ve never gotten this far with a woman.” He admits. “What is, the next step?” He asks

“Oh. We should, uh...We should probably take it slow.” Enid says, and offers her hand, and he holds it.

“I can do.. slow.” He says with a smile, it quickly fades though, as Bianca comes in, spotting him.

“(Y/n)!” She says

“Yes? We Found the fools behind the prank..”

“No it’s not that!”

“What is it?”

“It’s your sister.. and Eugene.”

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