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Lighthouse

A/N: 🐞... Okayz my dearest love bugs, 💕 another one done for @jacklesversebingo 🥰 yayaness, I know its been a while though, But I hope y'all are gonna enjoy this one, I must say I'm super proud and, a little terrified as this is 'Supernatural' based 🫣🤭, so let me know what y'all think.🥰 Okayz much love🥰❤️🩷

Warnings: *18+ Only* Horror, Thriller, Mentions of blood, violence, angsty, little fluff, heartbreaking, drama.

Line: Tree, Clock, Rope

Characters: Dean x Fem Reader, Sam, Benny, Cas, Crowley

Words: 6700 😱🫣 I know I'm sorry.

Cover & Pictures: Pinterest, Canva, Google

Side Note: Please check out my Masterlist for more, epic stories🐞💕

The sky has turned into grey, dark clouds threatening too cover the earth with its darkness, the smell of rain is everywhere as it nourishes the earth, as you stand under the pouring rain, listening too him say, goodbye, letting the rain mix with the tears on your cheeks. Not being able too move a muscle, you just stood there unable to make a single sound, unable to ask him why, why after this long, did he want to break up with you, did he want to throw away the life you built. Weren't you enough for him no more,? Is there someone else? Why Now?

The way he said goodbye wasn't with a voice filled with anger, no, his emerald green eyes was sad, his voice almost breaking when he said "I need too let you go sweetheart" and his lips found yours instinctively, it was a soft, kiss, mixed with the taste of him, salt and rain. You didn't want him too leave, you wanted to grab ahold of him, and beg him too stay, but before you could, he got in that Chevy Impala, the engine roared and the tires screeched, as he drove off into the darkness, not a single star in the sky, its almost as if the magic of the moonlight left with him.

Its been a little over three months since he left you standing in the rain, like some dumb country song, but you somehow found a way too move through your everyday life, you were a hunter before you met Dean, and you still are, well in all honesty saving people is the only thing that got you through the days.

It isn't really a job you tell everyone about, oh heck no!, its more a work you keep too yourself, letting your family believe, your just a traveling failure, well you always did kind of feel like you lost your way over the years, but these days your numb. Your best friend Sam doesn't even talk too you anymore, you don't really have a lot of folks who you could call, and say "hey, ya know I'm not really doing well, I need a pick me up or a damn hug" no you always kept too yourself, not trusting anyone, but the day you met Dean and Sam on a hunt it changed.! Sam quickly became your best friend and well Dean soon became the only man you'll ever love, even though he had his issues. And then there was Castiel the angel, he has always felt like a beacon of hope, making you laugh with his "I don't understand that reference" sayings. But the day Dean walked out they all left, leaving you completely alone in this damn scary world. It's not the monsters that scares you, no that you get, but it's the people. Every single person you have met in your life has a hidden agenda, why can't they just be good people.

Sitting at the diner in the small town, were you were investigating strange disappearances, ordering a black coffee, the display with the different pies catching your eye. Your mind wanders off to Dean's birthday... You prepared all his favorite foods, burgers, bacon, fries, the greaser the better, and then you started with the making of his favorite pies. But somewhere along the way you forgot about the pie's in the oven, letting them burn to a crisp, after you rushed in, trying to save what's left of the charred goods, seeing it was disaster, you wouldn't be able to save it, you burst into tears, cussing yourself for messing up what's supposed to be the perfect day, you felt his strong arms pulling you towards his chest, staining his shirt with the wetness of your cheeks. He's breathe hot as he kissed you, in a loving, comforting way, reassuring you everything will be okay, it's just pie's not the end off the world.

He always did know how too comfort you, how too chase the darkness away, he was your lighthouse, so to say, showing you the way, back too the light. And now, now there's no more light too go home. No more home, just nothing.

Taking a sip of the now cold bitter coffee, that kind of taste like, old shoes, not that you'll know how that would taste like, but betting its something like this. Placing the cup down, sliding the dollar's underneath the half full cup on the diner table, you get up, throwing your ball cap on, hair hanging loose on your shoulders, taking your leather jacket and phone, you start too head out of the small town diner. Walking towards your Harley Davidson, you've always liked the way, that bunch of metal, felt roaring as you sat on that leather seat, the wind rushing through your hair, the way those gas fumes, flowed through your veins, not even to talk about the adrenaline that went with it, oh damn, you felt about your Harley like Dean felt about his impala. Seeing a giant creep checking out your bike, leaning on it, irritation in your voice "excuse, what are you doing?"

His voice rough and unpleasant "why do you care, little missy"

Walking closer, your eyes darker than usual "that's my bike"

The bald man, with his long beard, hiding his tatted neck, started to laugh "No way such a small little thing can handle that sort of horse power"

"I'm only going to ask you nicely one more time, get off my damn bike!"

Crossing his arms in front of him, "Or what? You gonna call the little cops"

"No! I'm going to make you get off my bike"

"I'd like to see you try missy"

She really wasn't in the mood for this. So she tried to shove him off, but he was on the larger side and didn't really move a single damn inch. It just made him irritated "hey come here missy" he said as he grabbed a hold of your arm, you smiled, that made him look at you all confused, but he soon realized, he should not have messed with you, as you took his fingers, and started bending them backwards, bringing the big guy down to your size. With your free hand, you punched the sucker in the face. Got up on your bike, and drove down the road too the nearest bar you could find, for information and while you where there you might as well get something to drink.

The Black Chevy Impala roared as it parked in front of the diner, Dean and Sam got out, a big guy, with a black eye, just got off the ground as they started making their way towards the door, Dean looked at the guy a smirk on his face "What happened to you buddy?"

The man mumbled "crazy biker chick"

Dean just laughed, as he figured this chick was probably part of his gang, as the beaten up guy had a biker jacket with their logo on. He still smiled but he felt stabbing pains in his heart. His sweetheart was a 'biker chick' a swell, she could handle that roaring horsepower better than most men, and man!, was she tough, so fierce and fiery, so passionate and yet so gentle, vulnerable at times, so fragile, she cared more than most, people, and beautiful, so freaking beautiful, her smile could light up a room, he fell hard for her the first time he saw her, and it just grew from there he loved her , he still loved her, but he just had too walk away, for her own safety, everyone close too him get hurt or dies. And especially with everything going on, he couldn't risk it, if someone found out, that she wasn't just another hunter, no she was the love of his life, he'd never forgive himself if something would happen too her. Sam calling his name for the fourth time pulled him out of his deep thoughts, "Hey man, you with me?"

"Yeah, yeah, just thinking I need a drink not coffee"

Sam gave him a sympathetic smile, knowing his brother probably thought of her again, he just nods and says "okay sure let's go"

The only information she got was that, some of the missing folks were last seen close too a pig farm , on the outskirts of this town.

And now, now she just sat here swallowing the vodka, it was easier than too think that Dean aren't coming back, hating how she felt , how alone and miserable, how heartbroken, she really thought that she was stronger than this, but no, she's weak and pathetic, sobbing about a man, a damn man who left her in the pouring rain. What the hell was wrong with her, she never was the kind, to be good little wife material, who would cook for her husband and bake brownies for her children's school, but the sad truth was she wanted too be all that with Dean, she would've gave up hunting, too be his wife and the mother of his children. But clearly he didn't feel the same. Thumbing away a stray tear, she gestures to the bartender , for another. The music was loud and the alcohol made her slightly lightheaded, she knew she needed some air, sliding off the barstool, walking towards the exit, fumbling in her pockets for a packet of cigarettes, she only smokes when she drinks. Some guy, lit her cigarette, she just nods, thanking him with a smile as she stood in the crisp evening air, the air mixed with nicotine hit her lungs, letting a little cough escapes her lips. As she blows out the smoke, she heard that damn Chevy pull in, she couldn't miss it , Dean had a certain way if driving and it was him for sure. She just stood there, frozen in the darkness. "What the hell is he doing here" whispering underneath her breath. Hoping that he doesn't see her, knowing that she will burst out in tears the moment she tried to speak too him.

He wales past a couple of bikes, that's when he saw it, her bike, hard too miss it, on the rear bumper the lyrics of her favorite Bon Jovi song. He elbows his brother "Sam, she's here"

Sam looked at him shocked, "What? Are you sure"

Running his hand over his face "Of course I'm damn sure" clearing his throat "I can't see her, man, I just can't, I've missed her so much, it was hard enough too walk away from her that night, I won't be able to do it again"

Sam places his hand on his big brother shoulder "Don't you think, this whole protection thing your trying is dumb"

Dean's jaw clenched, "No, Everybody around me dies, and there's nothing I can do about it, I have to let her go"

Sam just shook his head, his known his brother felt like this for a while now, but it's gotten worse, his unsure why, but he will try and get through too him, Dean's only been happy, whenever he was with her. "Okay let's go"

Dean and Sam made their way towards the car, they're about to get in when they heard a spine chilling scream , Dean recognized her voice. He searches in the darkness, when he catches a glimpse of four men, throwing her in a black van. He didn't even realized it but he started running towards the van, as the last of them jumped in, he saw a glimpse of her, the last thing he heard, was her screaming his name and a gun shot, which brought him to a stop as he fell to the ground, chanting her name over and over, until his eyes fell closed.

Sam fired his gun towards the van, but couldn't get decent shots from that angle. He fell to his knees next to his brother, glancing at the bullet wound in his chest, the blood gushing out, he applied pressure on the wound, he could feel the life draining from his brother as he begged Castiel to come. Sam's eyes damp with tears, his heart pounding in his throat, a silent scream escaping his lip "Cas, please man, I need you Dean need's you"

You could hear the flutter of wings, when the celestial being landed, his face struck with concern "What happened?"

Sam glanced at the man in the trench coat, holding his brother in arms, "please, just help him Cas"

The angel approached his best friend, there was nothing quite as bad, as seeing him, in pain, placing his hand on Dean's shoulder and Sam's, the three men found themselves in a motel, Dean was still unconscious but breathing, Sam glanced at the angel, mouthing a "thank you"

Traces of the tears still evident on her cheeks as she recalled Dean getting shot, he was there, running towards her, he stilled cared. The four men watched her like a hawk, she cradled her legs in the corner, as if she's a animal trying too hide herself from the prey.

The van came to a stop, she knew something had to be done, so she took the knife she hid in her boots, covered it in her hand, she knew taking all four men was asking to much, so she'll have to isolate them. Take them one by one. The men double, maybe triple her size, but she aren't going down this way, without a fight.

As the two men , opened the door, she saw what looked like a barn, there where cages, with other people inside, seeing she's not the only one that needed saving, she slid the knife back in her boot. She needed more information than this, so she went with it. The man held her by her hair, threw her into a cage which had two other girls probably about round about 16 and 18, and much older man, in his late 60's maybe. Hitting the the floor, scraping her palms.

The older man helped her up, "you okay?"

"Yeah thanks never been better" the sarcasm rolled over her pressed lips.

A big guy, came standing against the cage, with a stupid smug on his round face. "When Ricky there told me about this little woman, who punched him, just for leaning against her bike, I knew I had too throw you in the ring"

She got to a standing position, striding closer, too this gigantic man, "What are you? A human trafficker , organ? What"

He laughed "None of the above, just a business man," he started walking away.

"What is he talking about?" Her eyes intensified "Does anyone know why we are here?"

She heard a man's voice coming from another cage, he was beaten pretty bad, "We are here too fight against each other, like the movie Condemned, apparently it happens in really life" he let out a defeated laugh. The whole barn filled with chatter, people gasping for air, as the initial shock took over. Those who haven't seen the movie, quickly got enlighten by those who have, the rich of the rich, places bets on the person, who they think will survive and it gets streamed on the dark web for everyone to watch.

There's a clock with a timer and the one who have killed all the other 'players' in that amount of time, gets to live another round. Some just cried, the others just quietly, sat in the corners of their cages, holding on too their knees, as if that's going to help, everywhere in that barn there's cages filled with silence and then those with chatter.

Then in the cage she's in, the two young teenage girls just hold on too each other, clinging for dear Life. The grey old guy, just kept mumbling too himself, "I can't kill these people" over and over.

Probably not the most polite thing in this situation but damn, it worked on her nerves, she's trying think of a solution, a plan something to save these people. But she was all out of ideas, to be honest, except maybe one, her back was against the cage, she silently started to talk to Cas, asking him to come and find her, but nothing, he didn't hear or he didn't want too, either way it was up too her.

Glancing down at the ground, then her leather boots she remembered the knife, she could use that too unlock the cage door, then start freeing the others, she took the last bit of hope in her hand, starting to put the blade in, turning and wiggling it, until she heard the click sound, she was overjoyed, she slowly opened the screeching steel door, every noise sounded as loud as thunder.

She could see the different keys, close to the barn entrance, almost walking on the balls of her feet, so that she didn't make a single sound, reaching for the keys, her fingertips barely touching it, she jumped into the air, grabbing ahold if it, she started making her way towards the first cage. Searching for the key that fits, the barn doors flung open, she recognized the guy, Ricky from earlier, and some other dude, who made her skin crawl , "Hey how'd you get out?" Ricky shouted.

"What you can see me?" She joked, something she always did, when she was very nervous.

The other guy ran to her, but she kicked him before he even could touch her, she still had the knife in hand, this big fella didn't say, much, he charged towards her, when that silver blade touched his arm, it made him squirm, "Oh that's just freaking lovely, what are you, a vamp? A wolfie?" She sneered

The moment he showed his, teeth she knew it was a werewolf, the other folks in the cages screamed, as they never saw such a creature.

"So this games rigged? Normal human being and creatures from the night, joining the game"

Surprised the wolf looked at her , a growl "your a hunter?"

Mischievous smile on her lips "why would you say that?" The wolf growled once again, as he charged towards your position, clawing your back, as he flung you against a cage, everything is swimming before her eyes, all you could make out was that she was flung against the beaten up man, he had the bluest eyes, which kind of reminded her about Castiel's eyes.

The wolf like creature came closer, looking for your blood, that's when the man stood up, black coat drenched in blood, unsure if it was his own, or some of the creature's his killed, the last time, his blue orbs, illuminated, bloodshot veins stretched like a roadmap in his eyes , his fangs came out revealing that his a vampire.

Laying there, you where left at the mercy of these two, but you were surprised when the vamp, took ahold of the wolf, smashing his head against the bars, he had this deep old time southern voice "leave her alone"

The man, glared at her and the vamp, picking her up, letting her sway like a sack of potatoes in the air. Ricky quickly came to open the cage, throwing her in by the vampire, "You can have her".

Knowing the open wounds made the situation worse, as it was like a magnet for the vamp, she tried too get up, too defend herself but, in that moment she was too weak.

The vamp, came closer towards her, his features returned to those of a man, his voice kind "I'm not going to hurt you, I'm Benny"

Shocked "Benny, like in Benny Lafitte? Dean's friend?"

He smiled, "I thought I recognized you, saw you once on his lock screen, asked him about this new women in his life, he told me you are the love of his life"

Smirking, "Yeah that's awhile ago I guess"

Confusion written all over his face, but before he could ask, the barn filled with gas, hearing Benny say "its to knock us out so they can take us to the next location" before you could find out more, the knock out gas started taking its toll.

His eyes flutter open, Sam and Cas both sharing the same concerned facial expressions, his voice croaky "what did something happen? Is.." struggling to form the words "is she gone?"

Sam spoke quickly, trying to reassure his big brother "No! We don't know, Cas can't pick up her location"

Cas spoke "Wherever she's at, must be warded off with sigils"

Dean groaned when he sat up, "we have to save her, I can't loose her"

The three of them turned their heads when they heard the familiar phrase from Crowley "Hello Boys"

Dean immediately got up, pointing a finger at him, "Do you have something to do with her disappearance, tell me now!"

Crowley gave him a sympathetic look, that lasted about an second "Squirrel I had nothing to do with her, but I know where you can find her"

Dean could not control the anger that intensified in his chest, he smashed Crowley against the nearest wall, his arm pressing against his throat his forest green eyes pierced the black ones, his voice low, and stern "Crowley if your messing with me, I will kill you, I swear I'll kill"

With the flick of Crowley's fingers Dean flew across the room, he shouts, this whole situation clearly upsetting him as well. "She saved my damn life, why would I want something to happen to her, she cared enough to save me, ME!!!" Crowley shouted.

Sam hurried to help Dean up, recalling the saving Crowley is talking about, he was stuck in a devils trap, bounded with chains around his hands and neck, as some other hunter took out all his anger on Crowley, stabbing him over and over, when she came in, tried talking the man down, but he didn't see any reason as he thought Crowley was to blame for the death of his family, but he wasn't, he had nothing to do with it. As she was talking to this guy, she slowly started to scratch the round red chalked circle on the floor with the heel of her boots, so that Crowley can break free, the line was finally broken, by clicking his fingers the chains shook loose and fell into a thousand pieces, the other hunter saw what she did, ran towards her, pushed the blade right through her upper torso. That's when Dean and Sam ran into, her for the first time, they where hunting the hunter who they thought was possessed but turns out he had such an amount of rage inside him, that whom ever got in his way, he'd kill.

Dean's harsh voice pulled Sam out of his thoughts, "Where is she Crowley"

"Well not only her , but other people as well, even Werewolves and vampires, you named it they have it, I know the location, but we have to go now," he clears his throat, "there's only one snag, neither can I nor Cass get in their, the damn sigils on the barns wall, wont let us through"

Dean's already halfway across the room, towards the door, "what are we waiting for"

In a matter of seconds the four of them stood In front of the barn on the pig farm, Sam is busy discussing a plan of action but Dean, already pushed the barn doors open, "what the hell Dean" the loudness in Sam's voice makes Dean face him, but he just shakes him off, not answering, too determined to safe her, he walks in, gun in hand, ready for anything, everywhere you look, all the cage doors stands open, not a single trace of anyone, something glistening on the floor catches his eye, its a rose gold chain with a heart shaped locket, he didn't need to turn it around, to see the engraved 'love you always D.W' to know its hers, he opens it anyways, glaring at the picture, both off them laughing, the way they looked at each other, you could feel the electricity, the love they shared, he folds it closed in his fisted hand, his eyes damp with emotion. He runs outside, punches Crowley straight in the face. Cas takes ahold of Dean's arm's demanding him to stop. The defeated look on his face is too much too bare for the three men looking at Dean, disappointed and unsure where to look next they start looking around the farm for clues, for something that can give him a glimpse of hope.

The strong sunrays, burning her eyes, as she opens them, the pain from last night's fight, let's her realize what's happening, she tries too move, but can't, searching for the reason, she sees the rope wrapped around her arms, and waist, too a tree, she tries too wiggle, to get out off the tight grip, that's when she hears a ticking of a clock tick-tock, tick-tock, it sounded incredibly loud, looking up to where the sounds came from, seeing giant speakers blaring the sound of a clock. A rough unpleasant voice spoke, game rules: "Everything goes, you can use any weapon you can find, to kill your opponent, and also remember the last one standing gets too live" he lets out a snotty laugh. "Oh yes, and contestants, we made the first kill very easy, if you can find contestant five, she's tied up and ready to kill, oh and give us a show" he laughs harder, then all of the sudden its dead silence, figuring she's contestant no: five, she'd better think of something to get out if this situation. Her words barely a whisper, "I don't even know why I try, but Cas are you there, Crowley, can someone hear me? Please I need someone"

The rustling of the leaves, let's her know there's someone, maybe it's Cas or Crowley, maybe its someone's who wants to take her as their first kill.

The large man with his black coat walks towards her.

He's voice hushed, "let me get you outta here"

"Oh darn, I'm so thankful its you Benny"

As he unties her, they hear rustling in the bushes, he hands her a knife, and they stand ready for action, back against back, three people came closer, it's the three she shared the cage with, she and Benny suggested they walk behind them, so that the two of them can protect them.

The further they walk the more danger they seem too run into, Benny takes the most werewolves, windigos and Leviathan's , as for you, you take most of the other human beings, who wants to attack the two teenage girls and old man.

You are bruised, beaten and torn up, unsure if your body is covered in your own blood or those of the enemies, you keep on going, grateful, that you had these people to protect, because if you had to be honest, if it weren't for them, you wouldn't fight so hard to survive, every now and then you get flashbacks of how Dean got shot, knowing it was fatal, you don't want to allow yourself to think that he could be really gone, there's this glimmer of hope that he might still be alive, maybe Sam helped him, maybe Cas or Crowley.

Resting against a tree to catch your breath, you see the blood gushing down your arm, one of the men came at you with a damn axe, and in the fight he threw the axe towards you, pinning you against a tree, it must've been the adrenaline but you wiggled that axe, out of you arm, screaming while throwing it back at him, which ended up between his eyes. You fell too your knees, the emotion welling up behind your eyes, you get caught off guard when someone or something picks you up in the air. A little weak, and confused all you can see is that your draped over the large man, with multiple tattoos shoulder, it didn't take long, too lose consciousness.

Dean could not believe what he just heard, both Cas and Crowley told him, that they heard you call out too them, they knew where you were, you where caught in Purgatory, damn Purgatory. What the hell is going on. It felt like someone took his very last breath. His been too Purgatory, It's no joke for sure, it changed him, the only person who made him whole was her, his sweetheart and now, now she's going through all of that.

Crowley spoke with his people, which revealed, that the one and only Dick Roman sits behind it all, with a connection in the real world, who takes normal people, of all ages just to make money, and feed his obsession of killing people.

His quiet, as he drives too the place where the portal opens to Purgatory, thinking about all the things there, so many monsters, dangers around every corner. He just hopes, his going to make it in time, she just has too be okay, has to be alive, squinting his eyes as he recalls what he had too do, too survive.

"Sweetheart you awake?" Rolling over too the right side of the bed, emerald green eyes looking back at you, "Baby?"

"Why do you look so surprised sweetheart"

"Uhmmm I'm not really sure, it feels so right yet so wrong" she smiled

Without a single word, Dean cups your face, places his lips on yours, its sweet, it's sensual, yet filled with passion. Breaking the kiss, you look at him, studying his face, the speck of hazel around the black pupil, the way, his freckles runs across his nose, almost like the milky way, the corners of his mouth, that is slightly curled in a smile, his plumps lips, that's slightly swollen from the kiss, the little stubble on his chin and cheeks, the way his jawline just kind of frames his picture perfect face, the way his deep smoky voice fills the air, and your body with a exhilarating energy, "Why are you looking at me like that?" He asked.

Your voice barely audible and brittle, "I just love you, I love you more than life itself"

His voice calm, but certain "Marry Me"

Your jaw dropped, "What?"

He started to kiss your lips softly, his breathe hot as he said "Yes babe, I want you to be my wife?"

Searching his eyes your lips crept upwards into a smile, your voice sounded more brittle than you intended "Yes, yes Dean Winchester, I'll marry you"

The joy dancing in his green eyes, made you happy, even though a few stray tears rolled over your cheeks.

Feeling like your walking on cloud nine, then all of the sudden, you get this sharp pain in you ribs, unwillingly your eyes flutter open, gasping for air "what the hell?"

Looking around you, seeing your in some kind of room, chains around your wrists, hanging from what looks like the ceiling, clothing blood-soaked. Hair sticking to your face, sweat mixed with blood. Your feet barely touching the floor, it feels as if your arms is getting pulled out of their sockets if you move to much, your throat dry, realizing you must've been passed out, it wasn't really a dream, more like a memory, Dean did ask you too marry him, and then outta nowhere, two days later, you where left standing in the rain, the tears streaming down your face, unsure if it's about the way Dean left things, or the situation your currently thrown in.

Sighing, whispering to no one really "I'm tired, I'm so tired, I can't anymore and I don't want to anymore" head hanging down, looking at the floor, closing your eyes, wishing all this could be over, you heard heavy footsteps, laughter filling the dark air.

His voice smooth "All this turned out better than I could've imagined"

Confused you glare at him "okay, fine you win, get it over with"

Walking closer towards you, big smug on his face, "see, I can't deal with you yet, I know who you are" getting angrier now "I'll finally get my revenge, Dean will watch you die, he wanted to send me here, now I will take something precious from him"

Shocked to hear that he thinks Dean is still alive , she plays along maybe, it's her way out, Scoffing "Well sorry to hear you think he'd be coming to look for me, because we aren't together no more"

He laughs, "oh no, he is already here, searching for you, my men left him a little bread trail, as to where you are"

Furious now, you shake, trying to get loose, shouting "You leave Dean alone, kill me , but let him go please"

Clapping his hands together, "Ah, young love" he laughs harder "I am going to kill you, but Dean needs to watch, then I'll kill Sam, Cas and even Crowley, all while Dean has to watch"

Eyes wide, barely audible "They're all here"

His smug smile never leaving his face "oh yes, all of them, clearly they care, its so pathetic, you humans, you know that?"

Squinting her eyes, trying too fight the tears threatening to spill over, you care about all of them, more than you care to admit. He just simply walks out of sight. The silence is deafening, the only thing she can hear is her heart racing, Dean's alive, he came looking for her. Somewhere between the excitement of hearing Dean's alive and the spine chilling silence, she lost consciousness.

They hardly had too beat the crap out of some of the men, on their road to this half torn down, factory like building, all of them agreed, it felt like a trap, but Dean didn't give a damn, he needed to find her, save her and bring her home, he has been cursing himself internally, the whole damn way, if only he didn't freak out, but the moment he realized he wanted to marry her, be her husband, wishing he never said that, went on that hunt, saw how that ghost threw her against the wall, the pain she must've felt, he couldn't bear the thought of her getting hurt or worst getting killed, just because that's what he did, so saying goodbye, felt like the best thing to do, hoping she'll give up hunting, but he should've known better. He should have stayed by her side, he should have discussed his fears, the way he felt, but instead he went and broke her heart.

The four of them split up, there's to many halls, and doors too search, mostly the halls are filled with darkness, its filthy and disgusting, dried splattered blood on the walls, scattered human bones on the cement floors. There's scratching sounds coming from one of the rooms, the gun in Dean's hand is loaded, opening the door, unsure of what he's going to find, he's skin crawling as a bunch of rats, runs past him, some over his feet, slapping against his legs, whispering underneath his breath, "damn filth". He's heart, beating out of his chest, the more he walks in the darkness the more he can feel the darkness entering his mind, his heart, every grain of his very being.

He stopped in his tracks, the moment he saw her, hanging by chain's, her whole body is slumped over, hair covering her face, he can't make out if she's still breathing, for what felt like an eternity, he froze, almost too afraid to take a closer look. Striding closer till he's right in front of her, he gently takes her face in his hands, concern painted on his face, a burning pain in his chest, her beautiful face is bruised, and bloodied, her breathing faint, but still there, his voice hushed "Sweetheart, can you hear me"

Watching her open her eyes, was a beautiful site, she looked tired, a smile across her busted lips, "Dean,"

"Yes sweetheart I'm here, I'm sorry, I love you" he declared.

Sobbing now, "I... I thought I lost you forever"

"Baby, you'll always have me, always you hear me" he pleaded

Before she could answer a couple of men appeared out of the shadows. There were maybe six or seven, Dean got up, in a fighting stance ready to beat the crap out of them, he started punching and kicking his way, through the men, it wasn't until the last one hit the ground that he'd stop, blood splatters across his face, glancing over at her, he hears the familiar voice of Dick Roman "crashing the party are we?"

"Yeah well I didn't receive an invite so thought I'll invite myself" Dean smirked. He drew his gun, knowing it won't really help, but it's more a habit, "What do you want?" He questioned

Crude laughter fills the air, "I want you to pay Dean" he snapped his fingers, more men came running towards Dean, he tried his best, but he was one against, all of them, they over powered him, one clocked him against the head, in his unconscious state, they were tying him to a chair with chains, facing you.

It didn't take long before they were beating you, biting your lower lip, not wanting to give them the pleasure of seeing you in so much pain, you could taste the blood on the tip on your lip.

Dick Roman came walking towards you, dagger in hand, hoping he couldn't see the pain, and fear in your eyes, your eyes pierced his, he didn't say a single word, he pushed that dagger, through the skin and bone, wedging it between your ribs. Your scream filling the dark room.

Dean's eyes flung open, he's jaw clenched, he's voice angered and defeated "NO BABE" he shouted.

"Ah poor Dean Winchester" he laughed

Dean's green eyes, now almost black, "I'm going to kill, I promise you that"

Laughter filled the air, once again, it didn't last long though, surprised he glanced at them, Sam, Cas, Crowley and Benny, all four off them stood their bloodied and beaten, but ready to fight. All four of them started fighting and killing their way towards Dean and you, Crowley was the first one to stand next too Dean, his British voice almost inaudible "This belongs to you" he's face lit up with a sly smile.

Dean looked at him all confused, "I thought you threw this in the sea somewhere"

Crowley just shrugs his shoulders. The moment he placed that blade in Dean's hands he could feel the mark, turning a fiery red, the power pulsing through his veins, it didn't take long for the effects to take control of him, breaking loose out of the chain's, he faces Dick Roman, a smirk on his lips, he's features darkens. Taking that blade right too his chest, he kept going over and over, not stopping for a second, driving the blade further and deeper into his now lifeless body.

Sam tried to make him stop, even Cas, Benny and Crowley, but it didn't work.

Your voice brittle, revealing the pain, "Dean stop, please Baby"

Immediately stopping, he threw the blade down, running towards you, his eyes pleading, his voice soft "Sweetheart I'm so sorry" cupping your face, kissing your lips, holding you close to him, as Cas and Sam unlocks the chains, your body went limb, all you could feel is his hands holding you upright. Staring into his emerald green eyes, mouthing "I love you" the last thing you catches a glimpse off, was the light in his eyes as he replied "I love you too, Sweetheart, come back to me, come home please"

It's been almost three years since that dreadful day, smiling now, if it weren't for Dean begging Cas to save you, you wouldn't be here baking your husband his birthday pie, getting ready for the barbeque, with your good friends Sam, Cas, Benny and yes even dear old Crowley.

Did you and the Winchester Brothers stop hunting, no, of course not, but the two of you have each other and that's all you'll ever need, whenever your lost, knowing Dean's your lighthouse showing you the way home, with those beautiful green eyes.

#jacklesversebingo23 #nescveckwriter #lighthouse #spn fanfic #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester x reader #jensen ackles x reader #spotify #jared padalecki #sam and dean #dean winchester imagine #benny lafitte #castiel spn #spn #Spotify

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bella! a “lil” thought for ya! that, as usual, turned out a lot a lot a lot a lot longer than first intended!

steve’s girl not knowing how to handle any intimacy— she’s so inexperienced, too in her head to accept people might actually want her and have feelings for her, like she still can’t believe steve chose her.

his angel looks so… confused? whenever he tells her he can’t get enough of her. one day steve would say she’s the cutest girl he’s ever seen and she’d tilt her head with a confused furrow in her brows. another he’d tell her he’d kiss her forever if he could and she’d look so surprised, eyes wide and unblinking. there was a time steve told his sweet angel girl that he wanted to marry her one day and she was genuinely so shocked she couldn’t speak for the rest of steve’s work break they were spending together.

it’s stronger than her sometimes, her reactions. she tries to hide how insecure she is in people’s perceived image of her, but steve completely disarms her most of the time, so much so that she can’t hide her true feelings and thoughts. does it break his heart? yes. devastatingly, painfully so. but does it reaffirm to him how much he wants to drown her in the knowledge that everything he does is with the intent of loving her and providing for her and taking care of her and living the rest of his life spoiling her? fuck yes.

so whenever anything more happens, even just a simple kiss, she gets so flustered. they’re taking things slow because she’s new to all of this, and even though they were friends first and have that comfortable, deep connection, that unbreakable friendship, she still gets so nervous whenever steve flirts with her, of showers her in affection, or calls her sweet pet names. steve does remind her all the time that there’s no rush, though. they have time, the rest of their lives.

they slowly go from steve guiding her on how to kiss properly and not just a soft peck after she asks him to teach her, to more skin on skin contact, to making out, maybe steve playing with her tits when they make out on his couch. it’s always steve who initiates any touch, however. his angel once confided in him about her difficulty in initiating intimacy— touching his cheeks or holding his hand or hugging him or kissing him first or anything else. she wants to, so badly and all the time, and she tells him as much, but she’s still not ready to initiate it. and steve understands it, accepts it, and only asks that she tell him if anything he does makes her uncomfortable or if she wants to stop or that she isn’t ready or even that she just doesn’t feel like doing something.

now here’s the thing! steve’s angel is so shy and unsure and introverted— now, don’t get me wrong, she’s not unsure of her feelings for steve. not at all. she’s so entirely devoted to him and so in love and always looks at him like he’s her dream come true, loves spoiling him and giving him handmade lil gifts and baking sweets to take to him during work. she loves him so much. so much. and steve loves how she blushes and stutters a little bit and kinda tries to hide her face by pressing her cheek to her shoulder when she gives him gifts, how she plays with her fingers and giggles nervously, how she cannot stop the biggest grin from taking over her face when steve goes all mushy and romantic and thankful at the smallest of gifts she gives him.

and that’s how steve’s baby is. she’s shy and awkward and a bit child-like when she’s talking about her interests and her ‘nerdy stuff’ as steve calls it, how she isn’t afraid of being perceived as weird, how she doesn’t care if she’s a bit too excited about a puppy or a stray kitten or one of her flowers blooming or the rain she loves to stand under and chocolate. but she’s never had someone like steve in her life… someone that treats her like a priority, someone who is in love with her, someone who spoils her and takes care of her and enjoys her company and is her best friend in the world. her favorite person in the world. someone devoted and loyal and affectionate and just a bit too obsessed with her, someone who adores her like she adores them.

she needs lots of verbal reassurance, which steve isn’t at all put off by. he’s more than happy to shower her in all the love he has to give. steve’s main priority is treating his baby like royalty, his princess, make her feel happy and comfortable and loved and safe, boost her confidence because she’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, the cutest and most adorable angel, and steve just loves loving her, loves telling her all the things he adores about her and how proud of her he is and how incredible she is. if only to see her get all adorably flustered and giggly.

when steve tells her he never wants to stop kissing her? her reaction is a breathless “really?” with stars in her eyes and just the tiniest bit or uncertainty. when steve whines and begs for cuddles? he notices his angel’s face twist in surprise. when steve asks if he can go down on her? he has to reassure her just how much he wants to absolutely devour her. but only if she’s ready. when steve’s mouth first comes into contact with her soft pussy? she flinches back in surprise at how fucking good it feels, a very loud gasp escaping her. when steve tells her how perfect she was after their first time? how he’s never felt this good, never came this hard? she’s whimpering and blushing and hiding her face in his neck.

steve’s angel isn’t used to being loved but steve has the rest of his life to acclimate her to it.

i have no words.

hes so comforting and sweet with her. always taking things at their own pace, knowing they have all the time in the world. and he just worships her in a way that she never thought anyone could ever like her that much. but he makes her see it... definitely.

#im astonished #your writing never fails to amaze me harmonia #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington smut #steve stranger things #steve harrington fluff #steve x reader #st smut #steve x you #stranger things

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Me Too

Summary: Charlie found another way to do group bonding time for the hotel patrons and workers! By taking them to the most popular dance studio in pentagram city where Alastor's ex works, owning the studio herself.

Warnings: tension. I won't elaborate what kind. Alastor probably being ooc. Not proofread.

Pairings: Alastor x Butterfly!OC, a bit of huskerdust if u squint. Chaggie ofc.

Taglist: @gyubby99

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Charlie jogged down the stairs excitedly, holding back a squeal as she skipped into the lobby to find all her friends, happily doing nothing in silence.

"I have a new redemption exercise for us!" She announced with a large smile plastered on her face.

Angel groaned.

"Charlie, we're all tired. I'm sure you can take a break from the trust exercise crap for one day," he complained as he fell back onto the couch, his phone in his hand.

"Angel you're gonna like this one I promise! I made a call, and one of the overlords is allowing us to use her dance studio! She's gonna help us with a dance that we have to work together to pull off!" Charlie explained.

"'Overlord'? Angel repeated, putting his phone down and sitting up straight. "Does this happen to be the Butterfly overlord?" He asked.

"Yep! Overlord of love! The best dance studio in pentagram city!" Charlie stated.

"Oh yeah. She and I go way back," angel stated before chuckling. "Say, is Mr creepy deer gonna come with us?" Angel asked.

"Yep! Everyone has to do this! Why?" Charlie tilted her head.

Angel snorted. "I'd hold off on telling him where we're goin,"

Charlie shrugged.

.........

"And where, pray tell, are you taking all of us, my dear?" Alastor asked with his usual smile, not entirely paying attention to his surroundings and the road they were on.

Charlie only smiled.

"Oh don't worry, strawberry pimp. Ya gonna LOVE this," angel spoke up with a smile so wide it reached his eyes.

"Please never call me that again," Alastor stated with a sneer, even though his smile remained in tact.

As the group walked on, alastor began to recognize things. Areas he had only been to with-

"Ta daaa!!!!" Charlie exclaimed as she stood in front of the dance studio that read:

Aponi Wings~

Dance studio

Alastor's eyes widened and he gripped his cane tighter, his teeth clenching and jaw locking.

"What in the world are we doing here, my dear?" Alastor asked, his smile straining as he tried to keep his voice steady.

"Thiiiiiis is our new trust exercise! I got the owner of the studio to help teach us all a dance! I was reading articles on how to help people be more of a team and it said dancing was a key way to do that because-" as Charlie chatted on, alastor stopped listening, flashbacks entering his mind of his last serious relationship.

"I'm afraid I will need to sit this one out as I do all the others," alastir interrupted.

"Hahahaaaa no can do! Thus is for the hotel! Cmon Al, please?!" Charlie begged as she looked up at him.

Alastor's eye twitched. He hated how he was beginning to.... care.. for these ridiculous people. Although he'd never admit he cared.

"Very well," he stated at last, telling himself in his head that the only reason he was doing this was because he wanted to see what a failure his ex had become after she dumped him.

Even though he knew the truth.

As the group walked into the lobby, Charlie couldn't help but squeal at all the dancers there. A few who recognized Angel as a regular.

"You've been here before?" Husk asked as angel waved to a few dancers.

"Eh. I know the owner a bit personally. She and I were great friends when she used to work for Valentino," Angel explained with a shrug.

"She used to work for Valentino?" Charlie asked.

Alastor scoffed. "'Work'.... more like abused every day," he stated with a scowl in his eyes at the various memories of her coming home to him with bruises and cuts.

"How would YOU know?" Vaggie asked as she picked up nifty to sit on her shoulder.

Angel smirked. "Oh him? Well he and Aponi were-"

Alastor cut angel off with a glare, his eyes turning into radio dials. Angel only rolled his eyes.

Charlie walked up to the receptionist in the front lobby, who pointed her down a hallway to where Aponi was teaching a class.

As the group walked, alastor took a breath. He hadn't seen her since they seaperated.. and regretted to say he was still very much in love with her despite what happened.

As the group opened the door to the studio, alastor saw her immediately.

Oh dear... she was as beautiful as the day he lost her....

But the pumped up music drew his attention away from her and more to the dance she was doing.

As always. Her moves were calculated, but free...and she looked truly confident in herself. Something alastor really never had the chance to witness.

As she danced she spotted the group and smiled at them before her eyes landed on alastor, a smirk playing on her face as she danced, her eyes never leaving his.

Alastir listened to the lyrics of the song.

Hoo boy.... he was going to be in for a lot of yelling.

As the music ended and aponi and her dancers struck a pose she let out a breath.

"Alright everyone, take a 10 minute break today! Go stretch and drink water! You all did so well!" She exclaimed with a smile as she walked over to the group, specifically alastor.

Angel smirked, the everknowing best friend of the overlord in front of them.

"Well well well. If it isn't the radio Demon," Aponi smirked as she leaned forwards, her eyes lidded. "You came all the way here huh? What did you miss me?" She asked.

Alastor scoffed. "Hardly. I was simply lead astray," he replied.

"Lead astray? Hm. Not the first time, deer boy," she stated before booping his nose. Alastor's eye twitched.

"I'm sorry I'm confused. HOW do you know each other so... intimately?" Vaggie asked with a look of mild disgust.

"Hm? Oh he didn't tell you?" Aponi asked before standing up straight and taking a drink of water. "He and I were engaged a few years ago," she finished.

"I'm sorry WHAT?" Charlie asked, her eyes wide as she looked from alastir to Aponi.

"Quite right! I even gave her this studio! I. Made. Her," alastor smiled smugly. "The only reason she's so popular is because I gifted her thus studio!" He exclaimed, attempting to get underneath aponi's skin.

"Hm. And the only reason people know who YOU are now is because of me.... thanks for the leg up on my popularity, radio boy," Aponi winked.

"I'm sorry. Wait. Hold on. YOU, dated HIM?" vaggie asked in utter disbelief. "WHY?"

Aponi shrugged. "I was desperate," she smirked, looking over at a fuming alastor.

Angel chuckled.

Oh this would DEFINITELY be fun.

#Youtube #alastor x oc #hazbin x oc

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Vision Of The Crimson Rose AU

(Made by @klai-16xoxo )

Welcome one and all to the world behind the curtains of reality!

Would you like to accompany Kalim and Riddle to their adventure through what it’s meant to be hidden from the world? And unlock many roads and stories and meets new characters that may or may not seem familiar to you?

If that the case then let’s go! Firstly why not get to know the two main characters a bit?

{Riddle Roseheart}

In this au, Riddle had been raised extra strictly by his mother to the point that his mother had developed an unhealthy obsession of perfection and placed a lot of expectations on him. That why when he started to go blind she didn’t like that and viewed it as a huge flaw… in which she was willing to do anything to get his vision back. So kuch so that with some connection, a mysterious Doctor had offered her a beautiful crimson red eyes to be his, in which she happily agreed… not knowing the dark secrets and event that followed those beautiful Crimson eyes.

Riddle in this au kinda has Abathy. While he has shown fear,anger,compassion and happiness, these would be rare, fleeting and moderate. He dose not fake his emotions tho, so whenever he shows them, they would be 100% genuine, while if he faked them it would be painfully obvious!

{Kalim Al Asim}

Kalim’s past is unclear even for himself, all he knows is that he had been drowned and his eyes had been stolen from him, despite that he somehow able to still use his other senses to move around and interact with his surroundings. It is only when Riddle had claimed his eyes that he finally can see again but through Riddle’s POV, Kalim want to uncover more about his past and would do anything to achieve this goal!

As for his personality… well it is pretty much just like the one in the game, he such a kind soul and always try to look at the bright side of things but deep down there is more to him then meet the eyes.

{referring and small facts}

// this au is still under work and tbh I made it for fun and it story still being worked at, meaning I am just going with the wind! All I know this au is like a horror rpg games like pocket mirror, mad father and so one! Tho I had a lot of help from @sleepy-meep when making this au so thank you bestie🫶 anyway let me just attack ye all with random facts!

// as for the fact, there so many bu I would not say all of them but here are few!

Riddle in this au may have abathy but tbh he such a sweet heart and a lil silly but I like to imagine him like Rachel from Angels of Death.

Kalim actually basically fucking Paimon from genshin lol he make sure to guide Riddle around and tell him all he knows… which surprisingly is a lot.

In the au, the two would go literally behind the curtains of reality and to multiple realms that is ruled by different Wardens and each one had it different themed

There this one character titled as “The Archiver” and the most powerful character in the au that oversees everything in the realms (also he is my twst oc, Takara lol you can learn all about him from my blog @klai-16xoxo )

In this au, NRC dose not really matter that much at, since the boys didn’t even go to it soooo~ yeah! I am not even sure if it dose exist hahah

Kalim can beet ass and wouldn’t hesitate, keep ya hand off Riddle ò<ó

Sometimes I would open an event where a “Love DLC” happen where you can romance the characters that or have Riddle do it or any other characters you ship but keep in mind that some would not be answered if I find them inappropriate!

This blog is like a side blog for me and idk if I would be that much active in it but I would try my best!

I am not the best writers so if I wrote down some stuff they may not be that good so forgive me!

#TWST VOTCR AU #riddle rosehearts #kalim al asim #twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland au #twst au

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There’s 3 ways to look at the ep The French Mistake. 1. They have mentioned Days Of Our Lives, Gilmore Girls and House Of Wax which means in the Supernatural world the actors Jensen and Jared exist (they may have mentioned other things that they have been in and shows and movies Misha has been in but these are the ones I’m familiar with). So there is the possibility that in their universe there is a show called Supernatural (Sam said not many people watch the show so it could be that they just never heard of the show) based on the books Chuck writes which is why all the details are correct. Which means there is the possibility that the angel (still can’t spell his name right hopefully I’ll learn) put Dean in that Jensens body and Sam into that Jareds body but that would mean a shit load of doppelgängers. In the Supernatural world that wouldn’t be a big shock. 2. They were sent to the actual real world. Again they could have been put into the bodies of the actors if not then where are the real Jensen and Jared? How did they disappear right when Dean and Sam showed up and if they are in their bodies wouldn’t they have their memories? Yet they don’t. Cas didn’t get sent to that world so how is it that Cas is gone off doing whatever yet Misha is there doing the show? Cas was in on the plan so wouldn’t that also mean that Cas knows he is being played by an actor? Plus Dean takes the script out of Mishas hand. Would he think about how it’s not the angels or god telling Chuck what to write it’s done random person writing a script to their lives. 3. They were sent to another universe which is what Misha said in the ep but who knows if it’s the truth. That would explain Misha being an asshole (it was extremely funny) and since our Misha is so sweet that would make sense. Again they could’ve been put into the actors bodies but again they don’t have their memories so if they didn’t get put into their bodies where are the actual actors. This ep was great but it hurt my head to think about this stuff. I probably took a simple fun ep and thought way too much about it. Best part was “the attractive crying guy” even in the show Misha is attractive. At least they know it. He used both his Cas voice and his regular voice in one scene yet Dean or Sam didn’t say anything. I kinda want one of them to ask him what happened to his voice. Sam saying the best part is there’s no angels got a different reaction from Dean.

He looks sad and worried that no angels means no Cas.

“You have me confused with the other angel. The one in the dirty trench coat that is in love with you.” Definitely one of my favourite lines so far. When he called Cas Sams boyfriend he didn’t react just said “Cas can’t help me.” That’s someone who isn’t hiding anything and just didn’t feel the need to correct him yet with Dean he got an eye roll.

That’s a “ya right an angel is in love with me.” After Cas being a fallen angel for Dean, helping to stop the apocalypse, dropping everything in heaven to come help Dean when he prays to him and telling him at least twice that he’s done all this stuff for Dean Dean still either doesn’t realize Cas feelings or because he is still denying his own feelings he chooses to not believe Cas loves him.

There’s a little moment in Frontierland where Rachel tells Dean how he needs to know his place and that basically Deans problems mean nothing compared to what is going on in heaven.

She says she’s Cas friend and you can see when Dean smiles in Deans head he’s thinking I’m more then a friend to Cas. It’s like he knows it but won’t say it. Then Cas appears to defend Dean.

I’m sorry but I don’t remember the name of this ep but I have found my absolute favourite line in the show “Cas get outta my ass.” The fact that it’s not even a sexual scene makes it great but Bobby and Sam obviously know how close Cas and Dean are and probably have figured out that they have feelings for each other since they both know that Cas is more willing to come if Dean prays to him then if either of them do it. Dean saying why does it have to be him and that Cas is busy and don’t live in his ass kinda proves that Dean isn’t admitting stuff to himself. They spend the entire ep bickering like a couple. It was adorable. Then later in the ep when they find out Cas might’ve lied to them about killing Crowley Bobby and Sam seem a bit pissed and confused.

Dean looks worried. It’s like he knows now that Cas is dealing with a lot in heaven and on earth and Dean seems to be worried about how it’s affecting Cas.

#castiel #dean winchester #dean x castiel #cockles

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Hippie Life | Agent Whiskey

Synopsis: After being rejected by his target, Agent Whiskey decides to indulge in the festival a bit, where a certain sarcasm infested 'hippie' catches his attention.

Warnings: GN! Reader, sexual jokes, age gap (reader is in late 20s), references to implied SA, does fluff need a warning? They/Them pronouns used for reader.

Rating: M

Author's Note: This is my first time writing about Agent Whiskey, or Kingsman in general.. so please be gentle 💗

With full sincerity,

.Evarius.

The festival wasn't exactly what you had expected, but you guessed you just didn't get around as much as you thought.

Your flowing bright clothing laid loosely around your figure as you walked through the small crowds that are littered throughout the area. Your nose scrunched up slightly in annoyance as you passed someone who clearly forgot to apply any form of deodorant before they left their house this morning.

You sighed and brought your hand up to cover your nose, hoping to cover the scent with the bittersweet musk of the citrus hand cream you had lathered on before you left your assigned tent, but to no avail.

Eventually, you slipped out of the crowd and into a relatively clear area of the festival grounds, allowing you to take in a deep breath of the fresh summer air.

The sun was warm on your skin, sending waves of heat through your limbs as you began to finally relax since you'd gotten here the day before.

Sadly, your relief was cut short as you felt a leather jacket roughly brush the exposed skin of your forearm, making you flinch as you were shoved to the side.

"Ah, so sorry, Angel"

A deep, voice that is doused in a southern accent speaks from beside you, making your head swing to the side quickly to see who the voice belonged to.

Your breath hitched quietly in your throat at the sight of the man who had just bumped into you. You had to admit, he was very easy on the eyes.. and was definitely an attractive man.

"It's fine." You muttered quietly, pulling your gaze away from the taller male.

A small smirk formed on his face, and he sent you a sly wink as he continued walking.

You paused, a small warmth started in your cheeks, one that could easily be blamed on the hot air surrounding you.

At least that's what you tried to convince yourself.

You grunted softly in relief as you sat down at the bar, your limbs hurting from all the walking you had done during the day.

You could technically call the day a success, since you did have a little fun mingling with some people that had the same world peace mindset as you, and what's better is you didn't have to use the small container of pepper spray that's tucked snugly in your loose orange pant pocket. Of which had sadly became a common occurrence in places like this.

The bartender flashed a sweet smile your way, her short black hair bouncing as she walked over to your side of the bar counter.

"Can I get somethin' for you darlin'?"

Her English accent is strong and charming, making you feel very much more at ease. You smiled at her in return, nodding as you ordered your favourite (non-alcoholic) beverage.

'It's best to stay sober in places like this' you thought to yourself.

She nodded her head with a bright grin,

"Comin' right up, doll"

Then she was off, walking off to get your drink ready.

You shuffled around in the barstool, your eyes flicking down to look at the brown wood of the countertop. It's a nice, soft colour. Easy on the eyes.

A glass of your favourite beverage was placed in front of your line of sight, and you glanced up to see the bartender smiling softly.

"There ya go, darlin'" She tapped the wood with her fingertips with a kind beam before moving away again to another person that is waiting to order. You say a small and polite 'thanks' to her as she leaves, leaving you alone with your glass.

You wrapped your fingers around the cup and brought it up to your lips, sipping the drink shortly, before placing it back down on the wooden counter as the cool liquid flowed down your throat.

"Ain't gon' drink, huh?"

That voice again.

You glanced over your shoulder and saw a familiar broad shouldered brunette standing only just behind you. Your eyes narrowed and your right eyebrow raised a little.

"You stalking me, cowboy?" You accused, with a slither of sarcasm lacing your voice as you speak, looking him directly in his cocoa eyes. He grins widely, moving to sit in the stool to the right of you.

The steel creaked under his weight, making you chuckle quietly to yourself as you took another sip of your refreshment.

The mysterious fellow sent you a charming smile as his eyes flicked down you, giving you a once-over. His eyes settled on your face once again, before he parted his pale pink lips to speak.

"What's a pretty lil' thing like you doin' all alone?"

He asked, his voice deepening an octave as he tried his very best to charm you. If you were an idiot, it might've worked, but luckily for you, you're not.

You rolled your eyes, taking another sip of your drink to prepare yourself for this conversation.

"Well, I was enjoying my time alone" you sighed, and he laughed gently in response.

"Sorry to impose then, sweetheart"

He apologized, resting his forearm on the wooden counter in front of you both, all whilst his other hand rests on his left hip. You raised an eyebrow again, letting a small scoff-like laugh leave your lips.

"But you won't leave, I'm guessing" you said, leaning forward against the counter as well. He smirked and looked at you again, shaking his head.

"Nope" He grinned, popping the 'p'.

You rolled your eyes again in response, taking yet another sip of your drink.

"You always drink alone?" He questioned, tilting his head to the side, causing his obnoxious cowboy hat to bob slightly. you had to stop yourself from laughing at the sight, and so you nodded quietly, leaning against your elbows.

"Could I have the pleasure of knowing your name?" He coaxed, leaning a little closer.

"Any closer and I'll pepper spray you." You warned, your gaze not leaving the glass cup in front of you.

He immediately leaned away, nodding in understanding as his eyes widened a little at the threat.

"Alright, alright.. sorry" he mumbled, looking away awkwardly.

The silence was loud, and honestly made you want to scream your lungs out at how annoying it was.

"..." He stayed silent, but sucked in a breath, as if preparing himself to speak. You audibly groaned, lowering your head as you ready yourself for whatever charm trick he's going to pull.

"You into all this... hippie shit?"

He spoke slowly, as if questioning his own words as they left his lips. You shrugged, "depends what you mean by 'hippie shit'" you retorted, side eyeing him.

He hummed as he thought as to what exactly he means, clearly unsure of himself, seemingly for the first time in a while.

"I dunno, sex, drugs, et cetera.." he muttered, nibbling on the inner corner of his cheek after he finished talking.

You laughed quietly, shaking your head slowly, which made him perk up slightly, a small prideful smile pulling at the corners of his lips at the fact he could make you laugh.

"Wouldn't you like to know, cowboy?" you mused sarcastically, glancing at him for a moment.

As arrogant as he his, you can't deny he's handsome.

Plain white shirt that's a little too small for him, black leather jacket with a brown collar, and especially tight denim jeans.

"Yes actually, that's why 'm askin', angel" he joked, tilting his head again.

You chuckled quietly, a small grin pulling at the corners of your lips. "Angel, huh? That's a new one" you snickered, tapping your fingertips against the cool glass that's tucked snugly in your hands.

He smirked, nodding with a smug look.

"What can I say? You definitely look the part" he praised, looking you up and down in a joking manner as he gestures to your flowy clothing.

You scoffed, shaking your head, but you can't deny the small smile that forms on your face.

"Well aren't you a charmer, cowboy" you mocked, smirking at him slightly. He laughed, glad that he hadn't completely creeped you out.

"You know it, Sunny" he said with a grin, flashing his pearly whites as best he can. It definitely worked.

"Sunny?" you questioned with a chuckle, your eyes narrowing slightly as you look at him. He simply gestures to your shoulder, that is exposed due to your short sleeve drooping slightly down your arm, which also has a small sun tattoo plastered on your skin.

You glanced down, and nearly cackled from how cheesy that nickname actually was in reality.

"Oh my god, you really are a charmer, huh?" You laughed, glancing up to look at him again.

He shrugged with a smirk, "it's what I do best, Angel" he said, before taking something out of his pocket.

A mini bottle of whiskey.

You almost die at that, a snicker breaking through.

"Is that a baby bottle of whiskey?" you chortled, and he nodded with a grin, before snapping off the cap and downing the amber liquid easily.

If it wasn't for the fact you'd seen people chug an entire bottle of whiskey before, you might've been impressed.

"So, now that you're not threatening to spray me in the eyes with liquid peppers, may I finally have your name?" he asked as he tucked the -now empty- tiny bottle of whiskey back into his jacket pocket.

You thought silently for a moment, wondering if you should indulge a bit. He seems nice enough, considering he hasn't tried to grope you.

Fuck, the bare minimum is fucked, huh?

"Y/N" you said quickly, before you could back out of it.

He smiled brightly, clearly happy to of earned this information about you.

"Nice to meet'cha.. the names Jack Daniels, honey" he grinned, looking directly into your eyes, with his chocolate brown ones.

You raised an eyebrow, "Jack Daniels? Like the whiskey?" you laughed, tilting your head slightly in question as you looked at him, allowing your gaze to linger.

He nodded casually, a small smirk pulling at his lips.

"Exactly like the whiskey, Angel." He cooed jokingly, before raising his hand and turning his head to look at the bartender as he clicked his fingers, snatching her attention.

"Whiskey please, doll" he ordered with a charming smile.

She smiled and nodded, grabbing the bottle of Whiskey and pouring him a glass, before setting it on the table in front of him.

He mumbled a thanks with a grin as he grabbed the glass, taking a slow sip from it.

You laughed softly, "so your name is Jack Daniels, and your favourite drink is Jack Daniels? What a coincidence" you said sarcastically, sipping your drink again.

He smirked, raising an eyebrow at you as he sets down his glass again.

"You callin' me a liar, Sunny?" He accused playfully, feigning offense as he presses a hand to his chest, right above his heart.

"I'm hurt!" he gasps dramatically, causing you to laugh and shake your head.

"Of course not, it's just amusing" you say, smirking right back at him. His eyes seem to flick down at your lips for a moment, a small grin on his face as he thinks for a moment, before snapping out of his trance and taking another drink from his booze.

"How so?" he coaxed, leaning a little closer. This time, you refrain from threatening him, instead chuckling quietly.

"Did I not warn you about leaning closer?" You mused jokingly, tilting your head as you look at him. He shrugged, smiling.

"Yeah, I'm just ignoring you" he joked, leaning even closer.

You could smell the whiskey on his breath, but shockingly, you didn't immediately recoil and gag. Instead, you stayed in place, smiling slightly at him.

"How sweet of you, cowboy" you joked, tilting your head again. He grinned, liking how you've finally warmed up to him.

"I know, I'm a real sweetheart, ain't I?" He grinned, before taking another sip from his glass. "So, you got a tent here?" He asked, looking at his drink as he leaned away again.

"Why do you wanna know, Daniels?" You smirked, with a slightly flirtatious tone of voice. It's all jokes though, you think to yourself.

He looked at you again, shrugging with a grin. "Just wonderin'.. you seem like the type to stay over at places like this" he said casually, and now it was time for you to fake hurt.

You gasped and press a hand to above your heart, your expression morphed to faux offense. "What's that supposed to mean, Jack?" You raised an eyebrow in mocking suspicion. He pouted, "you know I don't mean to be rude, honey" he purred, and his tone of voice was sweet. You can feel your heart skip a beat at that.

Why did that voice have an effect on you?

And why are his lips such a pretty shade of pink?

You pushed the thoughts away before they can fester, deciding to shrug off the feeling of your racing heart. "Well, Mr. Whiskey, it certainly sounded like you did" You accused matter-o-factly, but there's still a tone of humour in your voice that keeps the joke rolling.

"Well," he mocked your octave of voice, "don't believe everything you hear, Doll face" he smirked smugly as he looked at you.

You paused, before laughing, causing him to break and start laughing too.

You both cackled together for a few moments, with you folding over slightly to hold your stomach as it began to hurt from the force of your laughter.

You calmed down after after a couple seconds, followed closely by Jack.

It was silent for a few moments, but this time, it's a comfy silence.

Suddenly, your comfortable moment was broken by a strong British accent from behind you.

"Whiskey, we gotta go, it's done"

You turned your head to look behind you, where you see a boy who looks about your age, maybe a little older. Jack glanced at him, and groaned softly in annoyance.

"Can't ya' see I'm in the middle of something?" He sneered, his eyes flicking to you for a moment to try and get the other man to catch on.

"I don't care what you're in the middle of, we need to go!" The boy said, with a sense of urgency, as if he had just majorly fucked up.

A slight sense of disappointment filled you as the conversation between you and the cowboy is swiftly ended, causing you to nibble on your lower lip to resist the urge to say something stupid.

Instead, you decide to do something stupid.

As Jack sighed and moved to stand up, you reached out and gently grabbed his arm. He turned his head to look at you with surprise, his lips parted slightly in confusion.

You nervously bit your lip as you roughly stuck you hand in your pocket, feeling around for the pen you remember having in there.

There was a folded napkin on the counter, so you just snatched that up into your hand and messily wrote down your number, before shoving the napkin into his hand.

"Only call if it's urgent" you said jokingly, cracking a smile at him, which made him smile back, tucking the napkin into his pocket.

"I'll be sure to annoy you" he joked, before winking and walking off with the other man.

You sighed slightly, silently wishing your time hadn't been cut short. You had only just finally warmed up to him! Maybe the universe just hates you.

Although, you can't help but smile as you see the older man slap the younger one on the back of the head, muttering curses under his breath.

Hopefully he doesn't die before he has time to call you You think, chuckling softly to yourself.

If only you knew.

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Lyra and Will is the best YA romance I've ever read. Not joking when I say I felt hollow for months when I read the part where they had to be separated at the end of 'The Amber Spyglass'.

Amir and Dafne did a fantastic job. I loved how they gave them more soft moments without cheapening their bond. Throughout the books, their relationship is incredibly delicate and subtly written (they're young after all) and they could have easily made it more obvious and over exaggerated for a Mainstream Audience. You'd think that wouldn't be possible but thats what Moira Walley Beckett did with Anne and Gilbert in 'Anne with an E' (that relationship basically consisted of staring at each other from a distance in that show rather than having a consistent build up)

I read an interview of Amir saying that he and Dafne never really looked at it as a romantic thing. It was more important that Will and Lyra were two friends that get along, and something might happen if it does happen. "When playing the scenes, it was never in the back of my mind" which is the way it should be approached with Lyra and Will because their relationship was not "framed as romantic" by Philip Pullman, it came naturally.

Edit: I wrote this analysis ^^ before my re-read and after re-reading the books I realised that was a bad approach to Lyra and Will's relationship. Even from the start, Lyra and Will's interactions are charged in the books and playing platonic until the finale at the end, is kind of a weird decision.

I personally always saw it as a deep bond between two teenagers, that became physical during the end because of everything they went through. It went beyond the typical romantic duality.

However, If I had to choose which version of their relationship I prefer (the book or the TV Show) I would have to choose the book. Because I felt during the last third, in the finale, that their relationship was a bit compacted like kiss -- you have to choose worlds -- separation. In the book, that part is so dragged out and emotional. Lyra and Will spend ages trying to find loopholes, find that there are none, then both of them get angry and upset. And it’s described that the angel felt their 'sorrows in the air'. In the tv show, I didn't really feel all that because everything was so 'get to the point' - when this is supposed to be a drawn out climax.

Unlike some others, I simultaneously believe that Lyra and Will are each others other half/soulmates. They are the only people in 'His Dark Materials' that can touch each others daemons without it being a violation and they will never love anyone else the way they loved each other. That's basically confirmed in 'The Secret of Commonwealth' (the spin off to 'His Dark Materials) where Lyra states that she still thinks of him every hour and that he’s the centre of her life.

And that their separation made sense.

Even though it was the most heartbreaking thing I ever read and left me hollow inside - its not realistic for them to have a solid relationship at 14 or how ever young they were at that point, especially on top of all their trauma. Also, it’s suggested in the books that everything must go back to the way that it was (closing all the windows) almost saying to the reader, you can't live in a fantasy world forever, you have to go back to the real world and live a full life. It’s like at the end of 'The Lord of the Rings' where Frodo destroys the ring, yet still dies at the end because of everything he went through.

It’s not fair. It’s not right. But thats just how life goes sometimes. Plus it made their ending a lot more memorable and iconic. I've actually gone to their real bench in Oxford and cried.

Although saying that, Philip Pullman has to let them see each other again when they're adults, in the last 'Book of Dust' - at least one last time come on now. But I have a feeling he won't reunite them until they die because he’s a cruel, cruel man.

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Sucked In Chapter 28: Faded Memories

Summary: You wake up in the world of Stranger Things before the events of Season 4. Are you able to help in the fight against Vecna, and save the man of your dreams?

Pair: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

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The fire alarm went off, and not long after sirens were all around the school. Eddie followed along with the others, being led outside into the parking lot. There were police and firefighters rushing into the building.

“What happened? They won’t tell us anything.” Steve said suddenly, making Eddie jump.

“I don’t know—“ he started to say before Nancy found them, taking over as the one person in the group who somehow knew everything.

“Windows exploded, they’re worried it might be a gas leak or gunshot.” She said, She let out a sigh of relief when she saw Johnathan and Robin walking out with the rest of the photography class. “Oh thank god.”

Eddie looked around, trying his best to see above the heads of all the students. His eyes scanned everywhere, looking for you. He knew that you should have been in English Lit with Miss Hughes, but when he saw Miss Hughes and the rest of the class, he didn’t see you.

“Where’s Y/n?!” He screamed, getting the attention of his friends. “Of course, of fucking course! First day back and all hell breaks loose again, oh sweet Jesus… I can’t—“

“Eddie, you need to calm down. This is nothing like that. I’m sure she’s just with another group.” Steve said, trying to reassure his friend.

The truth was, even Steve didn’t know why you weren’t with the rest of the student body. And that wasn’t good enough for Eddie.

“She’s still in there, and none of the teachers are bothering to even find her.” He said, shrugging off his jean jacket and giving it to Steve. “I’m gonna go look, keep this safe for me will ya?”

“Wait— Eddie!”

It was no use, Eddie had already made up his mind. He did not go three years of school and literal hell for it all to end now with a gas leak. Running into the school, through a side door where the teachers couldn’t see him. He began his search for you.

Dodging the fire firefighters performing leak checks and the police guarding the English Lit classroom, Eddie was surprised how easy it was for him to be unseen.

He popped his head into the Drama prop room, “Pst. Angel— Y/n?” He yelled in a whisper. After no response, he continued to make the rounds.

From door to door, he halted in his tracks when he heard crying behind the janitor's closet.

“Y/n?” He said softly, opening up the floor.

And there you were, sitting on the floor with your legs tucked into your chest. You were crying into your arms. Your hair soaking from the humid air. The steam pipe never did get fixed. He remembered how nervous and happy you were the first time the two of you were in this closet, accidentally locked in.

You looked up, tears still spilling down your eyes. Your face was cut and bleeding.

“E—Eddie?” You said. “I— I didn’t mean to make it happen. I didn’t mean to hurt anyone.”

He got the spare pipe from the corridor, using it to keep the door open after he stepped inside.

“Hey. It’s okay, you’re okay— you're okay right?” He said, slowly moving to crouch down in front of you. His hands instantly grabbing yours.

You nodded, “it’s just a few scratches— but one kid got glass in his eye. I didn’t mean it.” Crying, you lowered your head again. “Normally, I’m good at controlling it….”

“I know.” He said, and it surprised you. Springing up to look at him, he smiled as you hiccuped.

“What do you mean you know? How could you— don’t you think I’m crazy? I just said the window exploding was my fault.”

“I know more than you think,” he said, moving to stand up. He held his handout, encouraging you to follow him. “Come on, I know someone who can help. For now, we gotta get out of here.”

You nodded, crying into his shoulder. It was weird how accepting he was of the situation, you were so used to people running away in fear or berating you for being different. Yet here he was, a sincere look of concern overriding all other emotions in his face.

He shielded you with his arms, walking you around the corridors he knew of by heart. You were shaking against him, the blood still dripping along your cheek.

Back in the parking lot, teachers were all smoking away without a care in the world for the students' wellbeing. Eddie used it as the perfect opportunity to sneak you away into his van, hoping to get you away from the crowd and prying eyes.

“Are—are you sure it’s okay?” You asked.

He nodded, taking in the sight of you once again in his passenger seat. “We’ll have to wait a bit for them to be home, but we can get you all cleaned up, yeah?”

“Y—yeah.”

Never get in the car with strangers. Your mother always told you that. She always told you of the time a strange man wanted to take you away, threatening your parents. But you saw the man for what he was, a cold blooded monster. The images of him coloured in blood, his body burned and scared haunted your dreams for years after. Unsure why your mind saw him that way, you reacted defensively. By the time you were done with him, the blonde man in front of resembled the corpse in your mind.

You felt safe with Eddie. The low hum of the rough music filling the van as he drove. Perhaps you should have questioned more about where he was taking you, but you didn’t care. Your body and mind both felt at ease, like this was exactly where you were meant to be.

“Wayne— my uncle, is at work today.” He said, nervously. He understood that this was all new for you.

“Okay.”

“I um….. I should have asked if you were okay coming to my trailer, being alone with me— I’m sorry. I just wanted to make sure you weren’t hurt.” He said, his fists tightening around the steering wheel. “This is— my castle.”

The trailer was small but significantly well kept. You half expected dead grass and windows falling apart, but while the trailer itself looked old, its surrounding environment was lively.

“Not bad hey?” He said, smiling as he switched off the engine. “I got really bored last summer so the kids and I decorated and cleaned up the place.”

“The kids?” You questioned, eyeing him up. “Are you telling me you’re a teenage father?”

“No! I mean— they’re my friends.” He said, mentally hitting himself for his choice of words. Of course you didn’t know who Dustin or Mike or Will were. “I took them under my wing, shielding them from the horrors and tormenting of high school bullies.”

“Aah, I see.” You smiled, “Much like you have for me today. Thank you, I don’t know what excuses I would have given if the police started questioning me.”

Like the gentleman he was, he rushed outside to open the door for you. Giving you a fake curtsy, he bowed down. He missed this. He missed having you this close to him, laughing ever so slightly at the way he was.

“Get in situations like this often?”

You sighed, “Sort of. It’s a long story— by the way….I still don’t understand how you seemed to calm by what I said.”

He paused for a moment, running his hand through his hair. Which was easier to do now, he remembered how much you teased him for not having a conditioner and he wasn’t going to make that same mistake twice. Besides, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like how soft and bouncier it made his curls.

“And why’s that so hard to believe?” He teased.

“So you believe that I somehow shattered the glass… even though I didn’t mean to?”

Leading you inside, you were taken aback by how many mugs and photographs hung around the walls of the trailer.

“Maybe, is it so crazy if I do?” He said.

“Um, yeah.” You said, laughing in disbelief at him. “You’re not even going to question it?”

“Nope, now come here. I got the disinfectant wipes.” He patted the bathroom bench, encouraging you to jump up. You followed his orders and finally saw what you looked like in the mirror. Shuddering to yourself.

He had to stand close to you, due to the right bathroom confinement and the need to be close enough to clean the wound. Luckily there was no glass stuck inside your cheek.

He was so close that you could make out the number of eyelashes on each of his eyes. Long and thick. They partnered up perfectly with those dark button eyes.

You were so lost in taking in all his glory that you failed to register the words coming from his lips. It wasn’t until he tapped your knee did you regain focus.

“Huh?”

“I said….” He smiled, “You’re all cleaned up.”

“Oh—thank you.”

The two of you stayed in the close proximity you were in. Unable to pull yourselves apart from one another, neither of you searing to look away from the other’s gaze.

His presence, no…. His entire being was so addictive to you. Not even 24 hours knowing him and he warped all your senses. You were utterly sucked in.

You wanted to kiss him, not caring how forward it was. You had to. You couldn’t deny the feeling building up inside you as you continued to look in his eyes. And you could tell from the way his eyes were locked on your face, and the way his hands tightened on their hold of your thighs…. Perhaps he felt the same.

Unlike anything you had ever done before. You leaned forward, crashing your lips to his.

It was like heaven opened up around you. Literally. As Eddie melted away into the kiss, you had the whole world slip away. Clouds of once foggy memories played through your mind. Flashing green and red lights, screams and monsters howling. It wasn’t what you expected to be focussing on during your first kiss; but the more you kissed him, the more you remembered.

The memories overpowered you, causing your already tearful eyes to cry profoundly. Eddie felt the tears against his skin and he was worried, worried that it was too soon to be kissing you.

He had to force himself to pull back from you, “Angel— are you okay?”

You didn’t respond, you grabbed his shirt and pulled him in close again. Kissing him with full force. You remembered everything. You were safe, Eddie was safe…. And right now, you wanted to kiss him for as long as possible.

It was only until you needed air did you part from him. Leaning your forehead against his, you looked at him like it was the first time. Your hands running all along his face.

“I told you it’ll work.” You whispered.

He could see the change in your eyes, the slight change that signified you were back. It was you, inside and out.

“Y/n?” He said, this time it was his turn for emotion to break his voice.

“It’s me.” You said, placing a soft kiss on his lips. “It’s me, Eddie.”

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This is it! Reader finally has her memories back and we have 1 chapter left! Also, I write this on my death bed, coughing and fever, so if you see any errors, DM me or pretend you saw nothing.

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flower-boi16 · 10 days

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Top 5 Best & Worst Characters in Hellaverse

So, for the most part, Hellaverse has pretty meh to bad characters. Buuuuut, there are a few decent/good ones, so, just for fun, let's go over the top 5 best AND worst characters in Hellaverse (in my opinion).

5. (Worst) Stella

So Stella. Stella, Stella, Stella...you had so much potential to be interesting...but you just...aren't. Just for the record I don't think making Stella abusive is a retcon since it doesn't contradict any of her past behavior in season 1 minus like...one background painting.

That's not really my problem with Stella being abusive. My problem is that it makes her boring and the show does that as a way to woobify Stolas. Really not much to say, she's just...boring.

5. (Best) Octavia

It's pretty funny how Octavia is pretty much the most beloved character in the critical community. She's both decently likable and is a bit interesting when you look at her, as she's a girl who was negatively affected by her fathers' actions and is dealing with the negative changes that have happened to her due to her parents always arguing...

...also her father is Stolas so she is therefore the most sympathetic character by default. Really, there aren't that many good characters in either Hazbin or Helluva, and Octavia isn't an amazing character, she only appears in like, two episodes, but she's still fine by herself and is one of Viv's better characters.

4. (Worst) Charlie

I already made a full post about the issues with my problems with Charlie as a character so I won't once again go very deeply here. You're probably wondering why Charlie is even here to begin with since I stated that I don't exactly hate her.

...well, just because I don't hate a character doesn't really mean I like that character. A majority of Hazbin's characters have similar problems of not being that developed at all and the development they do have often feels rushed. The reason why I put Charlie as the 4th worst character in Hellaverse is because, well, out of every character in Hazbin's main cast...Charlie is just kind of the one with the biggest issues.

Again, I already talked about my issues with Charlie in my post about her but just to recap; Charlie suffers from being heavily underdeveloped, she isn't a very compelling protagonist and has 0 growth throughout the show. She learns absolutely nothing. Her mentality is never once challenged by the narrative and she is always portrayed as right and anyone who disagrees with her is automatically wrong, and she also feels heavily overshadowed by the rest of the cast despite being the main character.

Charlie is also not the best person at times like some people have pointed out (she KNOWS THAT ANGEL IS BEING ABUSED and she chooses not to do anything about it. Wow, what a great friend), and overall she kinda sucks as a protagonist.

4. (Best) Lucifer

I've seen Lucifer gain a lot of flak from people with them calling him a bad person and it's not entirely unjustified. I can definitely understand why it may be hard to sympathize with the guy who literally greenlit annual genocides of his own people because he thought that they deserved death.

Not to mention him calling Charlie a "failure" in the pilot which is just...never addressed here. Also it's fairly weird that despite Lucifer being the sin of pride...he isn't really prideful of anything...? So ya, there a few issues with Lucifer as a character.

In spite of that though, I don't think that Lucifer is a particularly bad character. If anything, he's actually one of the more well-developed of the main cast and he has an arc that's decently compelling...?

He initially started out as a dreamer, someone with many creative and imaginative ideas for Heaven, but his ideas were always rejected and he was seen as a troublemaker by the elders of Heaven.

After he was cast down to Hell as punishment for accidentally letting evil seep into the world, he lost his will to dream and fell into depression, having a heavily cynical view of Heaven and Hell due to his past experiences. He closes himself off and doesn't stay in contact with his loved ones, mainly his daughter due to his depression. He tries convincing Charlie into his cynical views because he doesn't want his own daughter to face the same crushing rejection he faced.

However, he reconnects with his daughter and brings back a spark in him that was lost long ago, and he promises to support Charlie and her dreams, despite his depression not immediately disappearing.

Admittedly that part is pretty rushed, like Charlie just says "but dad...mah people!!!!" and he's just like "ok". Again, it's not perfect and has some small issues, but compared to most of Hazbin and Helluva's other characters, Lucifer's arc is far more well-developed and is interesting in it's own right. If anything, Lucifer thinking that his people deserve death simply shows his cynical mindset that he's had for years, and Charlie's able to bring back that dreamer that was crushed long ago.

So ya. Lucifer is not amazing, but I like him. He's neat.

3. (Worst) Chaz

Chaz sucks. Chaz is a character that only exists just to make a bunch of unfunny sex jokes and nothing else. He is completely one-dimensional and is nothing more than a walking sex joke. And his "jokes" aren't even remotely funny.

I really don't have much to even say about Chaz. He's just THAT one-note.

3. (Best) Velvvette

I've talked about my thoughts on Velvvette before so I won't go too in depth here again. Buuut needless to say I think she's probably my favorite character in hellaverse. She's one of the few antagonists Viv's made that's actually entertaining and fun to watch, with a well-developed and charismatic personality that's not just "asshole who swears a lot". She isn't the best character in hellaverse though, but she has far more depth as a character compared to most of the other antagonists.

2. (Worst) Adam

I've spoken about my thoughts on Adam before multiple times so at this point I don't know if I have anything left to say about him. Adam is a boring, one-dimensional character with very little depth or personality as a character. He only exists just to be a pure straw character so he can be proven wrong by Charlie.

He can't have any real depth as a character because he only exists just to be torn down by the story. Again, already talked about that in a previous post so I won't go too in-depth here, but needless to say...ya, Adam still sucks.

2. (Best) Alastor

Like Lucifer, I've seen Alastor gain a heavy amount of criticism but personally, like Lucifer, I think Alastor is one of the better characters in the main cast. The has a sense of mystery and intrigue to him that makes him pretty interesting as a character. You're left wondering what his whole deal is & what he's planning.

That combined with Alastor's charisma makes him an entertaining antagonist for the show. He's one of the few characters that I'm interested in to see what they do with in the next season. So ya, I like Alastor...

Now time to get to a character that makes me want to punch myself in the face.

1. (Worst) Stolas

.....Honeslty what can even be said about Stolas that hasn't already been said? I've made so many posts complaining about this stupid owl and you already know my opinion of him at this point. If you really want to know every single critique of Stolas I have, read every post I've made that's tagged "anti stolas". But...I'll just say this.

Stolas could have been a good character. Hell, he could have been the show's BEST character. He had all the potential to be super interesting and compelling character with a great arc...but instead, Viv decided to completely retcon everything season 1 established in order to try and make Stolas an UwU soft boy the show REALLY wants us to sympathize for, in spite of Stolas being a bad person.

I'm sorry if I can't sympathize with the guy who SA's an lower class imp for his own pleasure and frequently neglects his own daughter and pays more attention to st. imp. And, as an artificial way to make Stolas sympathetic, the narrative has to wipe away any actual flaws he has and demonize any character that even remotely gets upset at his actions (which I talk about here), because god forbid we hold Stolas accountable for ANYTHING right? We have to coddle and absolve him of ALL his mistakes despite his flaws being what made him interesting in the first place.

Stolas NEVER grows or develops as a character because of this and so he has basically no character arc. Not only is he a poorly written mess of a character...he's also just BORING now. There's nothing interesting about him anymore, he's just an UwU sad sack. He had so much potential to be interesting but that potential was completely wasted in favor of this bullshit.

And THAT's what makes Stolas SO FRUSTRATING. Really, he pretty much represents HB, and, to an extent, all of Hellaverse as a whole; it started out good with a lot of interesting ideas and potential but through bad writing, all of that potential got squandered and now we're just left with a completely disappointing mess.

Stolas is the worst character in the show because he's the only one who legitimately FRUSTERATES me. He's my least favorite character in all of fiction and a complete mess.

1. (Best) Sera

I already talked about Sera before in a previous post so I won’t go too in depth here, but Sera is one of hellaverse’ better antagonists for having more depth and nuance as a character. She’s the head seraphim of Heaven and greenlit exterminations in order to protect Heaven….and Emily.

In spite of that though, she clearly doesn’t want to do this and is only doing it because she wanted to try and protect her people, and Emily, who she clearly cares deeply for as her older sister. She’s a lot more compelling as a character that most of hellaverse’ antagonists, not being good or evil but rather morally grey, having nuances to her as a character.

To me, Sera is the best character in all of Hellaverse because she's the one with the most nuance and depth compared to 90% of Viv's other characters, especially her antagonists. She actually has REAL DEPTH and complexities to her that make her a lot more interesting compared to most of Viv's characters. Hell, most of the characters in the best list are put there BECAUSE they are just more developed than most of the other characters (which just shows how bad Viv is at character writing)

Like Alastor, she's one of the few characters that I am interested in seeing what they do next with season 2, as she is likely going to get a redemption there. Well just have to see. But for now, Sera is the best character in all of Hellaverse.

So...ya...that was my top 5 best and worst characters in Hellaverse...

....bye.

#vivziepop critical #hazbin hotel critical #helluva boss critical #helluva boss criticism #vivziepop criticism #hazbin hotel criticism #anti stolas #spindlehorse critical #spindlehorse criticism

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shingekinohyrulewrites · 3 months

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Lips of an Angel

You and Eren had dated, but the two of you were horrible for each other, and the relationship ended horribly. The both of you moved on, but a single phone call has the two of you falling into each other's lives again.

Read on AO3 here

To say that you and Eren Jaeger were far from being a match for each other was nothing but a severe understatement.

Eren was hot-headed, stubborn, aggressive, and quick to fight others anytime they disagreed with him. You were also stubborn but blunt, sharp-tongued, and always putting people in their place when they crossed you. The two of you, despite having very strong personalities, somehow ended up falling for each other and getting into a serious, albeit messy, relationship.

It was your friend Marco who introduced you to Eren at a barbeque that their friends were holding. The host, Reiner, was a beefy, blonde guy who had an apron saying “Kiss the Chef!” wrapped around his stacked frame. He had greeted you with a wide grin, pulling you into a tight hug as he introduced himself.

“The name’s Reiner. Pleasure to meet ya! Marco has talked a lot about you.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” you greeted him.

Reiner had continued to man the grill, leaving Marco to steer you towards the rest of his friends. Jean was quick to greet you two, greeting you with a hug just like Reiner and a flirtatious smile. Connie and Sasha were next, and you were quickly enraptured by their bright personalities and sense of humor. Historia greeted you with a blinding smile, her girlfriend Ymir trailing behind her protectively. Armin and his girlfriend Annie welcomed you gently, each giving you soft, friendly smiles. Mikasa was quiet but introduced herself, while Bertholdt gave you a quick wave before running past you to Reiner.

The last person to greet you was Eren. He had been standing at the back of the group, hands tucked into his jean pockets as you studied you quietly. Armin and Mikasa had scolded him for being rude before grabbing him and pushing him towards you.

His handsome looks were the first thing you noticed. Luscious, chocolate brown locks were pulled back into a messy bun, a few loose pieces framing his tanned face. A pair of thick brows were pulled together in a frown before his expression relaxed, turquoise eyes peering down at you. His full lips tugged up into a slight smirk as he extended a large hand.

“Eren Jaeger. Nice to meet you.”

His voice was deep and smooth, a hint of a teasing tone to it. You narrowed your eyes at him before opting to simply greet him with a nod and a quick utterance of your name. Surprise flicked across his face before the frown from earlier returned.

The barbeque was actually really fun, and you were glad that Marco had invited you out. You got to know each and every person, getting to know their personalities, what made them laugh, and what to avoid to prevent them from getting pissed off. Besides Marco, you were quickly getting close with Mikasa, who you had a lot of favorite things in common with. The two of you laughed while drinking beer, chattering about your jobs and gossiping about your recent escapades with dates.

“Jaeger, I told you to keep my name out of your fucking mouth!”

The sound of a scuffle breaking out had the both of you turning your heads. Jean and Eren were holding onto each other’s collars, faces dangerously close to each other. Armin and Marco were behind them, trying desperately to pull them apart.

“Eren, stop it! You promised you wouldn’t do this,” Armin groaned.

“It’s not my fault Jean always talks shit about me!” Eren yelled.

“I wasn’t even talking about you, dipshit! You think that the whole world fucking revolves around you!”

“That’s a fucking lie!”

Rolling your eyes, you took another sip of your beer and looked back at Mikasa.

“They both seem really obnoxious,” you stated.

She sighed, taking a swig of her beer as well.

“They’ve been like that since middle school. They’re frenemies. They’re best friends but also beat the living shit out of each other.”

She sighed again.

“The amount of times that I’ve had to step in and pull Eren away . . . I wouldn’t have to work a day in my life if I got paid for every time I did it.”

The two of you giggled, falling back into your previous conversation. A loud slapping sound filled the air, and you both turned again to see Eren and Jean now fighting. They were grabbing onto each other’s collars still, but it seemed that Eren had punched Jean across the face. Blood was gushing down his face, amber eyes wide with anger as he punched Eren in the gut. Armin and Marco were now trying to pull them apart with more urgency now, with neither being successful.

“My time to shine,” Mikasa said, standing up and cracking her knuckles.

She strode across the backyard in a few steps and easily pulled them apart. The two boys still tried to paw at each other, but Mikasa slapped the both of them on the back of their heads.

“Enough,” she scolded them. “You’ve both made a fool of yourselves. Go inside and clean up.”

The two boys glared at each other before complying. Mikasa wrapped an arm around Jean’s waist and led him inside. Eren continued to stand there, glaring at Jean’s retreating back. He had a scratch above his eye, blood slowly leaking down over his eye and his cheek. Sighing, you walked over to him and gently grabbed his arm.

“Come on, big guy. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

“I don’t need your fucking help,” he snapped, yanking his arm away harshly.

“Well fuck you too,” you spat. “I’m just trying to fucking help you.”

You turned to go back to your seat and continue drinking when you felt him grab your hand and whirl you around.

“Wait, I’m sorry,” he sighed. “I’m still pissed.”

Raising an eyebrow, you crossed your arms. He sighed again, offering his arm and gesturing for you to lead him inside. Jean and Mikasa had disappeared, and you figured she was cleaning him up somewhere else. You turned your head this way and that in the hopes that you would magically be able to find a bathroom.

“Reiner has a bathroom upstairs. I can walk you there,” he muttered.

He slid your hand down into his, interlacing your fingers as he led you up the stairs. Your heart began to pound at the feeling of his larger hand in yours. The bathroom was at the end of the hallway. Stepping in, he flicked on the light and sat on the toilet seat. You rummaged through the cabinets until you found bandaids, rubbing alcohol, and other first aid materials.

Eren’s hair had fallen out of his bun, his dark hair falling past his shoulders. Cocking your head to the side, you placed the supplies down and took a step closer to him. You gently brushed his hair back with your fingers, pulling the scrunchie from his tangled locks before rearranging them back into a bun.

The scratch above his eye was now more visible with his hair out of the way. Dabbing the alcohol on a facecloth, you grimaced at him before warning him it would hurt. You saw him clench his jaw as you lifted the cloth and began dabbing at it. A low hiss of pain escaped his lips, one hand reaching out to grab at the counter. You continued to dab at it until it was cleaned up. After patting it dry, you carefully put a bandaid over it. With the other side of the facecloth, you wet it and began washing the rest of his face.

“There. All better!” you cheered.

His expression had softened the entire time you had been cleaning him up. He was peering up at you with such a tenderness you felt your heart ache. He reached down to interlace your fingers together again.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

You couldn’t help but nod, transfixed on his face. His other hand moved to slip the cloth from your hand, tossing it onto the floor and then moving up to cradle your face. Before you could process what was happening, his lips were on yours, capturing them in a fiery kiss. It wasn’t long before you were bent over the sink and he was thrusting into you, hands tangled in your hair as he pulled you back roughly to kiss him.

That night was the start of your tumultuous relationship, a relationship that lasted three years and ended on a sour note. Now, nearly two years later, you had moved on, erasing him from your life and now settling down with someone new. You were a new person, free from someone who constantly made you angry and you found yourself to be much more patient, willing to learn, and making sure to treat everyone with kindness.

That all changed after a single phone call.

#shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyoujin imagine #attack on titan #attack on titan imagines #eren jaeger #eren jaeger imagines #eren jaeger x reader #eren yaegar #eren yaeger imagine #eren yaeger x reader #modern au #toxic relationship

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leelei1980 · 5 months

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Merry and Bright

An Eddie Munson one shot

Just a bunch of Christmas fluff!

Reader-

" Baby? What's your favorite Christmas song of all time?" You ask your boyfriend Eddie, as you place a shiny red ball on your cute, full tree. It was your first Christmas together and you had both decided that to celebrate you would go and get a real Christmas tree. You tromped through the snow, your gloved hand in his bare one, because Eddie Munson would rather have his fingers fall off than wear gloves, walking up and down the rows looking for the perfect tree.

You needed one that wasn't too tall, it needed to fit in your apartment after all, but not too short. You had both decided you wanted it more on the fuller side, not a skinny tree. You could have sworn that you looked at every single tree at the tree farm before finally finding one that met Eddies perfect tree criteria.

" Look Sweetheart, I know you think I'm just being super picky but it's important to me that it's fucking perfect. It's my first REAL tree, and it's for our first Christmas. I want nothing but the best for my Princess." He wrapped an arm around your waist and drew you near." What do you think?"

If Eddie was happy, you were happy." I love it."

A big smile spread across his face. "Great, let's chop this fucker down then!"

You watched as your boyfriend laid down in the snow, clad only in his leather jacket t-shirt and jeans, and reached for the saw.

You leaned down and handed it to him and he winked at you." Thanks Doll."

You felt your cheeks get warm despite the cold. All it took was a wink and a smile from this man and you heart melted.

The tree was down a few moments later, than the two of you brought it up to the little outside booth, paid for it and grabbed a couple cups of hot chocolate for the road.Luckily the tree fit in the back of the van with some fancy finagling.

You looked up at Eddie and smiled wrapping your arms around his neck. "Here's to new traditions baby." You stood on your top toes to kiss him and he lowered his cool lips to yours- than proceed to slip his icicle fingers under the multiple layers you wore and onto your warm skin. You gasped and you felt him smile against your lips.

" Your nothing but trouble Munson."

" And yet you still love me despite my faults."

" Your only fault is that you refuse to wear the appropriate outerwear in the wintertime, than you use my body as your own personal space heater."

" That's because your hot stuff Sweetheart."

" And your a Sweet talker. Start up the van Mister, it's fucking freezing out here."

" Whatever you say Ma'am."

When you got home the two of you struggled to get the tree into the apartment but you were successful, you put it into the stand, made sure it was secure than went to get some decorations while the tree warmed up.

You went simple but colorful, stands upon strands of colorful lights, some silver garland, and multicolored glass bulbs of all shapes and sizes.

Eddie wound in the lights and put a star on the top of the tree and you carefully placed the garland on, making sure each layer was perfectly symmetrical.

And now it was time for your favorite part- the Ornaments.

You hummed along to the Christmas carols playing on your radio.

"So, what is it baby? What's your favorite Christmas song?"

Eddie smirked and carefully handed you a shiny gold ball." That's tough Princess, I'm kind of partial to the Chipmunks....but, I also like the Rockin around the Christmas tree song too. Ya know the one where she sings," Rockin' around the Christmas tree , let the Christmas spirit ring, later we'll have some fuckin pie -"

A laugh burst from your lips. "PUMPKIN pie Baby, not fuckin pie!"

He looked at you with an innocent look on his face." No way , it's fuckin pie. Wayne has been singing it that way for years."

" Alright so in your world it's Fuckin pie, Jesus Christ Eddie- I'll never be able to unhear it now!"

He smirked." Your welcome Angel." He bowed dramatically, than placed hooks in two shiny blue spheres. " Think you could help me out with my blue balls?"

You smiled and rolled your eyes." Your really on a roll tonight Eds."

" I like to think that my quick wit makes me charming and charismatic." He batted his eyelashes at you flashing you his boyish grin.

" Your fucking adorable and you know it." You leaned forward and kissed him." Now Baby, the sooner we get this tree decorated the sooner I can give you a very special present."

" Oooh, I like the sound of that Sweetheart. " He placed the balls on tree than wrapped you up in his arms. " Is it naughty or nice?"

" It's very naughty but it will feel very nice."

Eddie scooped you up in his arms. " Tree looks great to me, perfect in fact. And now It's time for me open my present."

#eddie munson #eddie munson oneshot #christmas fluff #Spotify

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mlobsters · 4 months

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supernatural s12e23 all along the watchtower (w. andrew dabb)

CASTIEL Kelly. I told you I'd put this together. I'm very good at following instructions.

cute

welcome back, friend-o

said it many times before and i'll say it again, so glad to have pellegrino back. man, he's just so creepy as lucifer. can't get over it. they can give the same lines to someone else and it never quite lands the same

LUCIFER All right, well, I'd love to chat with ya, but, uh, why waste my time, right? It's not like you matter. I don't need to put on the old Sam suit anymore, do I? DEAN You know, if you think we're just gonna let you walk – LUCIFER Oh, hey, Dean! I know you fellas are gonna try, you know, whatever. Whatever you're gonna try. But you can't kill me. You've never been able to kill me. And with, uh, witch bitch gone, you can't put me back in the Cage, so like I said… you don't matter. Okay? Buh-bye. Buh-bye.

is rowena actually dead? i was under the impression she was in other later seasons but i don't actually know. that would be a crappy way to go out, to be sure. i know they like to kill people off, but hell, meg got an amazing episode before she was offed. made me cry! meg!! gonna assume not until proven otherwise

KELLY I'm just saying, the checkout guy looked at us like we were super weird. CASTIEL Ah, you'll get used to it.

lol. (unwanted baby tip though, even non-half-archangel newborns grow super fast so you never know how long a size of diaper will fit. some are too big for newborn sizes almost right away! lol)

what in the world. did she just leak some lucifer baby juice on the truck through her hand

how very hell-ish. so who's our mystery guest. old angel, god, benny, hell-au!dean

KELLY Hi, Jack. It's, uh… I'm your mom.

ps my youngest kiddo is named jack lol

s12e23 / star trek: generations (1994)

have to get back to the nexus!

LOL scrambling for an assist from sam, maybe not your best bet what with sam and lucifer's history

SAM Crowley…why did you do it? Save Lucifer– What did you want? CROWLEY I wanted to win. I perverted Mother's spell, put Lucifer in a vessel of my own making because I wanted to win. You have any idea how many people have made a play for my throne over the years? Lucifer, Abaddon, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. Too damn many. I thought if I could put the Devil on a leash… my own personal nuke, no one would ever dare challenge me again.

talk about embarrassing, good grief. i'm not sure crowley has the capacity to feel embarrassed really? so at least i'm not feeling it really either, except from a distance. he's not really bothered, i'm not really bothered! i'd like to think crowley would know better than this, but then everyone has their weak spots

curious where this "i hate my job" thing is going. sam seems dubious (as is right). but another thing i love that they generally keep to with crowley is he's playing a long game, almost always. reminds me a bit of a line about hannibal (though crowley is more mushy human regularly than hannibal is honestly)

hannibal s3e2 primavera WILL GRAHAM Hannibal follows several trains of thought at once, without distraction from any. One of the trains is always for his own amusement. ABIGAIL HOBBS He's playing with us. WILL GRAHAM Always.

CROWLEY Well, whenever there's a world-ending crisis at hand, I know where to place my bets. It's on you, you big, beautiful, lumbering piles of flannel

true and also buttering them up but also getting in a dig, all around very signature crowley, yes please and thank you

CROWLEY So if you'll forgive my transgression, I'll make it worth your while. DEAN Which means? CROWLEY After we put Lucifer back in his cage– together– I'll seal the gates of Hell. You'll never see another demon again, apart from, of course, yours truly. MARY You would do that? CROWLEY Why not? They stab me in the back, I'll happily stab them in the front, the sides, and right up their little black-eyed asses. So… we have a deal?

LOL he wanna move into the bunker too?

CROWLEY This is what you do when I'm not here? Type? DEAN Yep.

haha crowley see it's boring being the good guys too

now what are the odds that crowley does stay there, sitting down, and shutting up :p

DEAN Saving your ass. SAM You and Kelly just taking off was a stupid move. But there's no way we're letting Lucifer get his hands on that kid. It ain't happening. DEAN Look, Sam's right, okay? We'll work through our crap. We always do. But right now, we are here to get you, get Kelly, and get gone.

interesting, feels like sam rarely gets mad at cas. he was actually a little angry here, guess risking lucifer getting jack because they skipped town was a hot button

(ok i went to go look at the script to see if it said what he was thinking and wow a ton of stuff here didn't make into the episode. crowley being wayy too human and more. ok actually all of this is way different than what is happening, i gotta stop reading)

CASTIEL It's a doorway to another world. DEAN Anoth– What, like Narnia? CASTIEL No. No, through there it's Earth, but…but different. It's a– it's an alternate reality.

haha my hell-au!dean batshit suggestion not sounding so batshit!

SAM So it's a Bizarro world? Or – or like the place we got zapped to where we were, uh, uh, actors on a TV show. DEAN Oh, yeah. The supernatural wasn't real. SAM Yeah. DEAN And you were Polish.

:p silly

LOLOL oh my god hell-au!BOBBY! i did not go batshit enough. laughed until i was wheezing

CASTIEL As I said, it's– it's Earth. But this Earth is locked in eternal war between Heaven and Hell. There are armies of angels fighting hoards of demons, and the few humans that remain are caught in between.

SAM Yeah. John Winchester, our father. BOBBY Doubt it. He's dead. Been dead over 40 years now. Only reason I know about him is this Hunter I ran with, Mary Campbell. You get a few pints of shine into her, and she always told the same story about the man she loved– John Winchester. Azazel killed her about 10 years ago. SAM Cas, what the hell is this? CASTIEL This is a world where you were never born. It's a world you never saved.

haha so it's like SEE this is what would have HAPPENED if mary didn't make the deal with azazel!!!! so she did the RIGHT thing!!! you know i don't think she had a choice since heaven and hell were behind the scenes pulling strings, so i never felt like mary needed absolution, but okay then

MARY Okay. I think they're less than five minutes apart now. It's almost time. How you doin'? KELLY I'm dying. MARY I know. KELLY But that's okay. 'Cause wouldn't you die for your sons? MARY Yeah.

usually pregnancy/labor doesn't get to me but man this is pushing my weepy buttons unexpectedly. some of this being too relatable to when my jack was born (without the anticipated imminent death). they also deployed the mushy music

DEAN You know, Cas has faith in this kid.I hope he's right. But me? I have faith in us. You, me, Mom, Cas. And Crowley. Sometimes.

sweet and cute

shove lucifer into the nexus!

cute. and padalecki's hair always looks best to me when it's a little disheveled

well crowley surely can't be dead after this apparent self sacrifice too, right?

and now cas going in to fight when they're trying to seal the nexus. we're maxing out the drama

cas dead but what, soon to be revived by jack? chuck? somebody. and lucifer pulling mary into the nexus while she uses her amped up brass knuckles to..... punch lucifer in the face a bunch. hoookay. which conveniently now decides to seal with them both inside. with a dead?? crowley

i went back and read through the (production draft) script and things were moved around and a lot was changed/removed. i have only recently gotten in the habit of skimming the scripts when available more regularly for the ep i'm on, so i dunno how common it is for them but so far i haven't seen one even close to as many differences from script to screen that this had

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 12x23 #andrew dabb

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wrecking-sequels · 4 months

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[Wreck-It Star]

"Nine feet tall, weighs 643 pounds, with freakishly huge hands and spiky hair, saved the whole arcade once.. That Ralph?" The president of Sugar Rush sat there, on one of the square trees, dangling her legs like the innocent angel she was supposed to be.

"Yes, that Ralph." Replied the blonde warrior as she rolled her eyes. "Nah, never heard of him." That definitely wasn't an innocent angel. Cammy just raised a brow, clearly not amused, and the candy girl apparently surrendered. "Uff.. Bigfoot's not here, I'm waiting for him myself. Say, whatcya need him for, anyway?" The muscular woman mimicked a few blows in the air, as if a player was controlling her. "I like to train after-hours and Ralph's a great sparring partner, no one can take a hit like he does!"

Vanellope couldn't deny it made sense. "Sooo basically you need a punching bag, I see. Listen, he's surely at Tapper's, I'd follow ya but they're baking pies." She pointed at the building behind them. "Bring him back in one piece, 'kay?" White gave a thumbs up, and in no time she was on the exit cart thanks to one of her epic jumps. It seemed she couldn't stand still for long. "Off to find my target! See you around."

About a minute since the train disappeared into the wire for Game Central Station, Ralph's head popped out the front door of Felix' apartment. "She gone?" Vanellope sneered and glicthed her way down to the grass, hands in her kangaroo pocket as usual. "Yeah yeah, coast is clear, Captain Scaredy Pants. But now you owe me one."

It wasn't until after taking a couple more looks towards the exit of the game, that Wreck-It came out of hiding and focused on his answer. "You wouldn't make fun of me if you had a round with her." True. "Really Ralph? A beast like you is scared of some Street Fighter chick?" Countered Von Schweetz, seriously amused by all this.

"Well DUH, you have no idea what her legs can do!" Man, just the memory had his neck hurt. "Your fault, you shouldn't have-" He didn't even let her finish. "Oh no! No no no! I agreed to block her moves ONCE, and she took the liberty to unleash combos on me ever since!" Poor guy. "Eh, maybe it's Cammy's way to say I like ya big boy." Winked the candy girl, only to see in response a gigantic hand waving dismissively.

"Almost forgot, on my way here I met the folks of Dance Dance Revolution kinda begging for us to join their saturday night party yet again." She then added with a lower enthusiasm. Her interest was lost weeks prior, upon beating all possible scores. "Oh and the hedgehog says he lost the ring you signed him, wants a new one.."

"It's hysterical, maybe I liked it better when everyone avoided me." Chuckled the goliath, even tho of course he didn't mean it, no one would miss days of loneliness and rejection. There, his tiny bff showed a genuine grin. "Quit whinin. You are on top of the world like a true hero, Ralphie. "

She wasn't wrong. A lot had changed for Ralph since that fateful day of near apocalypse, four years earlier. The guy was now quite a renowned personality. He could still remember the thrill down his spine when those same eyes that had passed over him for thirty decades finally gave him a curious glance. "Don't get me wrong, I like the attention, but there's this thing called 'me time', you know?" Celebrity life..

"Ay, enough chit-chat, my dear hobo. Let's go check out that new game they plugged in!" Van interrupted. "Sorry kid, I'm not moving." Oh he didn't just say such a thing in front of her. "What?? You wanna hide from blondie until the end of time?" His answer came quick. "I told you yesterday, some of the guys from bad-anon are coming over."

"Aww come on!! I wanna see what it's like!" Her best buddy simply shrugged before heading to the courtyard where he would set the table for the meeting. "Go for it." The little girl hesitated, but after a heavy snort, she followed good old Stinkbrain. "Is that Satan guy gonna come?" Of course that was her favorite of the bunch. "It's Satèn."

#wreck it ralph #street fighter #wir #disney #writers on tumblr #tumblr fanfic #disney fanfiction #chapter 1

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calekinnieplus · 8 months

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It is time to sleep and also time to recount what I've read today. I have read quite a bit today as well. 6 ½ hours. Not bad, right? Heh. I've reached chapter 673 and my reading app says I've read 48% of the novel. Very encouraging! ...or not. I won't be able to finish it this month, it seems. Pity. Either way, it's recap time!

The best news first! Sequence 5!! Our boy is a Nimblewright Master! He's a powerhouse! After all that hard work, we see results! He's on the threshold of demigod, oh wow. It's actually insane. And the corresponding abilities are also terrifying. On the surface they're scary, but used by our sharp, experienced Klein, I can't help but feel pity for his enemies.

Next, what also intrigued me was the appearance of Queen Mystic, Bernadette! Really didn't expect her to have had a hand in Gehrman Sparrow's fake identity. And all the other stuff was also surprising. Like, in no way would I have connected new Tarot Club member, The Hermit, Admiral of Stars Cattleya's teacher and mentor with the only other transmigrator Emperor Roselle's daughter, Bernadette. It just seems to be a part of two different stories. And she figured out who Hero Bandit Dark Emperor was, too! She's quite smart. I like her

The third thing I wanted to talk about was the whole night and dream world that happened in the... Sonia Sea, I believe? I can't remember the actual name. Where the mermaids are. Anyway, that whole thing is so... mysterious and historical, to some extent, my gut says we might return here later. Like, the similarities between this "world" and the Forsaken Land of the Gods make me raise an eyebrow, ya know?

But honestly, idk if it's because I'm unfamiliar with Chinese novels or if that's just the way LOTM is, but my predictions don't really seem to work 8 out of 10 times lol. It's great, it keeps me on my toes lmao

Fourth thing! Derrick’s exploration into Afternoon Town! We actually learned about another King of Angels and some snippets that could be clues to the downfall of the Kingdom of Silver. Like, initially when we got into it, I was more impatient to get back to Klein’s storyline, but then shit went down, and I got completely sucked in lmao. Like?? I commend Derrick’s bravery and knowledge to deal with that situation properly. The fact that he's also not as naive as before is also very enjoyable for me. It doesn't make my heart wince in discomfort when I realize he made a decision that could have horrible consequences later. It's not his fault. His circumstances are shitty, yet he's still a ray of sunshine. But! I gotta say, I'm so proud of the fact that he's learning from his mistakes. He's so lovely. I hope the City of Silver will get out of their miserable situation.

Moving on, I gotta talk a lil bit about unlucky Anderson! Honestly, the fact that he survived his ordeal would make him the luckiest of his crew, I suppose. His personality is so funny tho lmao. Whenever Klein’s Gehrman persona is paired up with a chatty person, I am thoroughly entertained hehe. The dynamic is just hilarious! Also, I gotta admit, at first I was as sus of Anderson as Klein was lol. He really had to start off the interaction with a joke that could be horribly misunderstood, huh? Poor guy lmao

Hmmm what else... oh yeah! Frank Lee! Funnily enough, right before his introduction, I saw a post about him and something about milk, with comments being like "I can never look at milk the same way again" and I was so confused. Until the milk scene. BAHAHAH he's so INSANE, what a madlad. And they call GEHRMAN crazy. Like, if it was just some crazy thoughts, sure. A lot of people have crazy thoughts. But that crazy f*cker is actively experimenting, on a boat in the middle of the sea, with his crewmembers as... test subjects to some degree?? I did Not expect him to be like That, LMAO

Well. A lot of unexpected things happen in this novel, I noticed.

And uhhhh yeah, this seems like most of what I wanted to chat about.

Side note, I was scrolling on tiktok and stumbled on a slideshow with the last scene from volume 1, the one where after Klein... "woke up" (revived), he automatically headed to Daffodil Street - home. But unable to go back there, he went and bought a ticket to Backlund. While waiting, he was struck with the need to see his siblings one last time, realizing that's the reason he took a ticket for such a late time. And there he went, stealing a glance at the people he cares about. Seeing them grieve him. After watching on helplessly, he got an idea. The siblings saw a clown running towards them, with colorful face paint. He had a Chrysanthemum, which represented happiness. All they saw... was a happy smile, an exaggerated smile, a ridiculous smile...

AH MAN, I BAWLED LIKE A BABY AGAIN WHEN I WAS READING IT EARLIER TODAY. LIKE, GIVE ME A BREAK, MAN T^T

Yeah. *cough* until next time!

Praise the Fool!

#vertigone rambles #lotm #lord of the mysteries #binging lotm #lotm volume 3 #lotm spoilers #klein moretti #gehrman sparrow

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better left unsaid // cth

chapter thirteen

in which orion has leukemia, and calum doesn’t know.

calum hood x fem!oc

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august 3, 2018 los angeles, california orion

I've not left the apartment since I got home from the hospital two days ago, except to take Duke out a few times a day. The nausea has been unrelenting the entire time and I feel like I've been hit by a bus. I don't even sleep in our bed. I spend the whole time on the couch.

I'm grateful that I've only vomited once, but I haven't eaten a full meal in several days. From being stressed about Cal leaving to getting started on chemo, food hasn't exactly been appealing. I can tell my weight is going to plummet over the next several weeks, but it's hard to fight the feeling that I'll throw up anything I eat and also that adding anything else to the chaos in my stomach already is not a good idea.

Duke has been a great cuddle companion and has barely left my side. Calum called again yesterday but hasn’t yet called today. The time zones make it so confusing and I keep forgetting whether he’s ahead or behind of me in time. He texted me a few hours ago—it was just a selfie of him and Ashton backstage, letting me know they were about to perform. Once they finish the show tonight they’re flying to New Zealand, which I know he’s excited about.

It’s been long enough now that I think he should be off stage soon, if they aren’t already, but I know they’re going to be kind of chaotic afterwards because they’ll be rushing to the airport. I don’t plan on calling him at all; his schedule is so insane and busy, and I know he will do his best to call me as much as he can. I’ll call him if it’s important enough, but so far nothing has happened that should mean I call him.

This morning I woke up to a banging on the apartment door and to my dismay I found my moms had ordered groceries for me. It was just a bunch of easy to make foods — cans of soup, frozen pizzas, instant ramen — but it still frustrated me that they would do that without asking me. I don’t need their help.

I grumble silently, dragging the food inside with Duke sticking his face in the bags. “Nothing for you, sorry buddy.”

Once I get the frozen food into the freezer, I go to flop back on the couch. My body aches so much. I don’t feel like I can stand for more than a few minutes at a time. I’ve debated checking with Macy to see if she would be able to walk Duke for me, but I’m scared to rope another person in on my secret. I’m on the couch watching more Girl Meets World when Emelia texts me.

From: emi✨ how ya doin today? need anything?

To: emi✨ yuck. am fine. just don’t wanna move ever again.

From: emi✨ do you want me to walk duke for you? i can come by after work!

I want to say yes, but she’s already doing so much. She’s the one who will be driving me to and from chemo next week, and she’s already planning on coming over again tomorrow to keep an eye on me. I’m hoping I feel okay enough to hang out with Macy in a few days like we’d planned… I decide I am just going to suck it up. I can handle it. What's the worst that can happen?

I text Emelia "no" and then muster as much strength as I have left to get off the couch again. It's time to take a shower, I decide.

It takes me a somewhat shameful amount of time to get to the bathroom and turn on the water. I crank it all the way up because I'm freezing. Before I get in, I grab a pair of Cal's boxers and one of his hoodies to put on when I get out, and then I hook my phone up to the Bluetooth speaker so I can listen to music.

The sound of Maisie Peters' brief but iconic discography echoes in the room while I step under the hot water, and I instantly feel better. Washing my hair feels weird because it's so much shorter than it was when I last washed it. I pump out far too much shampoo for the amount of hair I have left, but it smells nice, so it's fine.

I'm singing the words to Worst of You when the music is replaced by ringing. Someone is calling me, and, if I had to guess, it's Calum. Of course, he calls right during the first time in the past several days that I can't answer. Quickly, I rinse the shampoo from my hair and try to scrub my entire body, undoubtedly missing a few places, but I just want to get out.

Tossing the sweatshirt on over my wet hair and clumsily stepping into the boxers, I grab my phone off the counter and hit the button to call Calum back. While it rings, I wrap the towel over my hair and walk out of the bathroom, plopping back on the couch.

"If it isn't my favorite girl on the planet," Calum answers.

My mood instantly lifts but I roll my eyes. "I'm telling Joy that she's not your favorite. She won't be happy."

"That's different and you know it."

I smile. I love that he loves his mom so much, but being ranked higher than her is really such an honor. She's a wonderful lady.

"Sorry to miss your call, I was in the shower."

"No, it's fine! We're driving to the airport now and I just wanted to say hi really quick."

"How was the second show?"

Calum starts talking about a technical issue that I don’t really understand but try to listen intently. Something about the sound in his earpieces cutting off and no one believed or understood him so he had to play the whole show not being able to hear anything. He said the fans made him a sign to remind him of his lyrics (a common trend) and someone threw a beaded bracelet onstage that had a C and an O with a heart between them.

“It’s yours now,” he says. “It won’t fit me but it’ll fit your tiny wrist.”

I smile. It’s a cute memento and I am glad the fans are kind of warming up to me. I try to avoid looking for their opinions and thoughts on me but it’s a bit inescapable if I go on any of the 5SOS pages to check for updates.

“Can’t wait to have it,” I tell him.

“Did I tell you I’ve flown Mum out to Auckland? We’ll get there around the same time.”

“No! You didn’t tell me, but I’m jealous. I miss her.”

“She misses you too. She said they’d love to come to LA for Christmas, too, so we can maybe start planning that?” He says it like a question. “I know it’ll probably be you planning it because I know you love planning but it doesn’t have to be just you.”

My heart gets warmer at the thought. I love hosting and spending time with our favorite people, especially for special occasions. It could also be the first time we get to introduce our families to each other. We only have one guest room, but Cal’s office/studio could fit an air mattress for Mali if she doesn’t bring a partner. My family could just come up for the day, or maybe Cal and I could sleep on the couch and give my moms and brother our room.

Then I remember treatment plans and all of the uncertainty in my future and my head starts to spin. Will we be able to host if I’m going through treatment? Maybe Cal should just go to Australia for Christmas without me, and I’ll stay here and get treatment or just spend it with my own family. I try not to think on it too hard, but there is still, devastatingly, a chance that Calum won’t be happy when I tell him I’ve been lying.

He wouldn’t break up with me over it, I don’t think, but sometimes when he’s mad he does lose sight of rationality. It’s not a unique trait to him. We all do it. He’s never gotten mad at me—we’ve had fights and arguments but he’s never been angry with me specifically, more a situation or something that just frustrates him. I don’t know how he’s going to react, and maybe that’s part of why I didn’t want to tell him at all. I am 98% sure Calum would’ve opted out of tour for me, but that other 2% gnaws at the back of my brain.

Would he have ended it then and there? Why go through the heartache of being with someone you know will die soon?

“Orion?” Cal’s voice interrupts my spiral.

“Sorry, what?”

He laughs. “I said you’d probably want to be in charge of planning Christmas.”

I laugh nervously. “Yeah, I mean… probably.”

He’s silent for a minute. It’s a short pause and with anyone else, it wouldn’t matter or stick out, but with Calum, it does. “You okay?”

I hate how easily he’s able to read me without even being able to see me. I quickly try to come up with an excuse. “Yeah, just been having a hard time sleeping. The apartment feels so empty without you.”

Calum pauses again, and I know it’s because that idea makes him a bit sad. “Would you feel better if Em stayed there? That could be fun, a four month sleepover with your bestie.”

I purse my lips, holding back that Em has already stayed here one night of the three that he’s been gone. “Maybe.”

He sighs. “I’m sorry you’re feeling lonely. Let me know if there’s any way I can help. Even if it’s just to fly home for a day whenever we have a break or to fly you somewhere for a day. I don’t care. I want to see you, especially if you’re down, okay?”

I want to shake my head but he can’t see me. “Cal, it’s fine. We’ll be fine. Just might take a bit to get used to.”

“I don’t want you to get used to a life without me, O. I’m here, forever, okay? Whatever you need, I’m there.”

With each word, I can feel my heart ripping down the middle, inch by inch. I don’t know how it’s still whole.

“I love you,” is all I manage to say. I’m choking back tears, the guilt is so much. How can I keep this up? How can I hold this in?

“I love you, too.” He sounds sad now. “Love, we’re almost to the airport. Do you want me to call you again once we’re through security? We don’t have to stop talking.”

I clear my throat. “No, it’s fine. I’ll be fine. Just text me before you take off.”

“We’re both gonna be fine. I’ve gotta go. I love you.”

I feel my tears slowly trickling down my face and I don’t bother to wipe them away. “I love you. Bye.”

Then we hang up, and I can really start sobbing. Duke runs over, his ears perked up. He’s not sure why I’m crying and he hops up next to me, sticking his face by mine. When he starts licking my face, I stop him. I’d read something about how all bodily fluids post-chemo are essentially poison. I don’t want to get Duke sick, too. I can’t handle that. We can’t both be sick.

I pull Duke close to me and squeeze him as much as I can without hurting him. I don’t know how I’m going to get through this, but I know I will, at least for now. I’ll have Em and my moms and Ash and Duke and everything will be fine. It has to be.

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a/n: spoiler next chapter will have a bomb drop hehehe

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