#i think they were talking about the car scene and book says then the series would have ended right there

[tomatoland]

alternate ending to only friends ©️

[homunculus-argument]

Your post a couple days ago about reading things you acknowledge as silly nonsense and not the Height Of Intellectual Literature, and letting yourself enjoy it anyway, unearthed a memory for me that I just. I'm sorry, I just need to share this.

So, there was a phase I had, years ago now, where I for some reason ended up somewhat regularly reading James Bond books whenever I was in the mood for something light and kinda dumb but entertaining to read (I was reading Outlander and A Song of Ice and Fire at the time as well, never finished either of those series tho, so I kinda ended up reading lighter stuff in between those long books to relax and let my brain take a breather if that makes sense). I honestly couldn't tell you which books I read, and it wasn't in any particular order, it was sort of like, starting with whatever my dad had in the shelf and then continuing with whatever the library happened to have. Some of what I read were the original ones written by Ian Fleming, some were by later authors. Idk, point is, it was light spy-adventure nonsense I read when I didn't have the energy to think too deep about what I was reading.

Sorry about how long I took to get to the point, but, anyway. There was this one James Bond book I picked up mostly because hehe suomi mainittu. Not by Fleming, one of the later authors, I remember neither the author name nor the book name and can't be assed to google it rn. Anyway, a fair amount of the plot of that book took place in Finland. I could not say for the life of me what the actual plot of it was, just that part of it was set here. I remember like exactly two details about it, and both of those I only remember because I thought they were funny back when I was reading it.

One of those details was that there was a bit of Bond's internal monologue at some point that was just him basically being a whiny bitch about the fact that he thought the sort of thick winter clothes you need for Finnish winters didn't make him look sexy

The other is that there was a scene where the baddies tried to kill him by ??? crushing his car (while he was driving on some little road somewhere in the middle of nowhere) between two lumiauras??? like i just. that seems like a highly impractical way to attempt to kill anyone, but sure (ja sori siitä et mä en ny suoraan muista et mikä helvetti lumiaura on englanniks, mut sä ny puhut suomee kuiteski)

Idk you talking about silly stuff in books just unearthed this memory for me, no idea why, and i just needed to share it with someone

It's a snow plough. The english word for lumiaura is snow plough. Also that mental image is hilarious.

[nvvacanesworld]

OLDER BOYFRIEND JJK MEN!- a series ♥︎

♡pairing- older bf! toji x preschool teacher! reader≧◡≦

♡contains-mentions of kissing and touching, mentions of toji having a closet full of weapons, mentions of pda , preschooler megumi :) (awww)

an- if you see quotes it means just means those were direct words you guys said. I thought i should make that clear cause my friend said it was confusing for her. Anywho enjoy :) im a new writer so im always welcome to feedback just pls don’t be mean. Enjoyyyyy(๑•́ ₃ •̀๑)

stranger!toji - who first met you at open house for his kid- megumi, you were going to be his home room teacher. He was honestly sick of the shit and wanted to go home until you opened your classroom door for the parents with a sweet smile on your face beckoning them to come in and take a seat.

megumis dad!toji - someone you didn’t really think much of at first, if you were being honest he looked scary and you were shocked when he stayed behind after the other parents left to talk to you one on one, leaving megumi to color by himself while you guys had a chat by your desk

megumis dad!toji- doesn’t know why he stayed after, he decided on a whim- like he does with basically every decision in his life- that he just need to talk you. Using the excuse that he wanted to know more about you, which wouldn’t have been a lie-if he didn’t say it was for megumis sake, when it was really for him.

megumis dad!toji -who you lose track talking to, you don’t know what made him so interesting. Maybe it was his gruff exterior, and how he kept slipping in flirty remarks to you. You didn’t notice how you guys had almost been talking for 45 minutes until megumi comes up to his dad pulling on his pant leg whining about how he wanted to go home.

megumis dad!toji- who makes it so obvious how much older he is than you when instead of using the number you gave all the parents to contact you with decides you to send you a email instead. But hey, he needed to talk to you someone. Using his son as an excuse per usual he would ask “how is megumi doing in school” and if “there was any behavior that needed correcting”

megumis dad!toji- who you start to see way more often then you thought you would. Always being the first at the school and last to leave just so he can talk to you longer but hey? it’s for little gumi, which is how during about the second quarter of school he asked out to dinner, to which you accepted because you weren’t dumb and you were starting to like him to, you thought it was really cute how he would do whatever he could to see you. Maybe he has a softer side

crush!toji - couldn’t remember a time where he has been nervous to see a girl. He doesn’t know what flipped switched in him but he was outside of you door and wished the world would swallow him whole. It’s not like he showed it though, still keeping that gruff expression which made you attracted to him in the first place.

crush!toji - who takes you to the most beautiful restaurant you have ever scene. When’s the last time you’ve been treated to something like this ? just walking into this place felt like a dream, and you could tell it cost him a pretty penny too.

crush!toji - who was so mature and respectful the whole night, he held the door for you when you guys walked in making sure he held your hand, pulled your chair out for you and made sure you were comfortable before he sat, and don’t forgot him bring you a gift too which happened to be a book you loved that you mentioned in passing in one of you guys conversations.

crush!toji- who tried his best to keep up his good behavior but couldn’t take it when the waiter kept flirting you. He ended up grabbing your hand and escorting you out that kid had him so heated. He had to beg for you forgiveness in the car though when you got mad at him for ruining your meal and the good time you were having over a little jealousy.

crush!toji- who makes it up to you by inviting you to his house for a movie and dinner. That he cooked himself by the way. When you finally agree he drops Megumi off at Satorus and deep cleans the house. By the end of the date he is kissing you on the lips and asking you if he could "be your boyfriend". Very out of character for him, but you bring out a softer side even he doesn't recognize.

older bf!toji- who at the beginning of your relationship makes it obvious he expresses his feelings through actions and not his words. He isn't good with expressing how he feels causing you guys to fight sometimes. He always makes it up to you though by giving you gifts and taking you out on your lunch breaks.

older bf!toji- whose father tendencies, his urge to guide and provide, and how he can be stern with his teachings, sometimes leak into your relationship and how he treats you in the relationship. You've opened up to him about how it sometimes makes you feel like you are his child so he has put in effort to stop but they still sometimes jump out in certain instances.

older bf!toji- has such a sarcastic and sometimes dark humor humor. when he first expressed this side of himself to you you couldn't tell if he was serious or not because he said it with such a straight face. That doesn't mean he doesn't make you laugh though, once you got used to it he became one of the funniest people ever.

older bf!toji- has such a different taste in music and books and even films than you, always surprising you with bands he listens to that you've never even heard of. You do the same though introducing him to music and literature you're into that he's never heard of, always learning new things about each other.

older bf!toji- introduced you to his friends one day and although it's a smaller group than most they are all so different, but one thing they can all agree on is that you are perfect for Toji.

older bf!toji - surprises you with how much he likes to cook, you knew he could cook because of you guy's second date, or "redemption date" as he likes to call it, you just didn't expect him to always want to cook for you.

older bf!toji- is very reserved about his past, opening up to you sometimes when he's feeling extra vulnerable but doesn't like to dive into that part of himself, you did find a closet full of weapons though when you were snooping around one day. You wonder what thats about

older bf!toji- loves PDA, always touching you and kissing you not caring who is around, unless you guys are together at the school, you put a firm boundary on that saying "absolutely no touching" when you guys are in front of the kids and other parents.

older bf!toji- takes you to work while taking Megumi to school- who by the way absolutely loves you, it took some warming up to do when you were first introduced outside of school but with the right amount of love and patience you guys became best friends it’s one of the reasons why toji loves yo- loves taking you guys to work and school became the car rides are always so fun :)

older bf!toji- is such a homebody, opting to stay in the house instead of going out, but if you want to go out he'll make an exception.

older bf!toji - is so happy he met you, he thinks you make him a better man.

[seriesxwriting]

Enemies to lovers with rafe Cameron and y/n

Thank you so much for this request, I love this trope and I have never written it for Rafe so it really excited me!! I hope you enjoy the read.

Maybe I liked you this whole time.

paring: Rafe Cameron X y/n

Series: outer banks

Warnings: use of guns, swearing, fighting, kissing, sexual talk.

Summary: you and Rafe despise each other. But one little night at a beach party could change all that. That doesn’t come without, flirting, crying and having a gun put to your head, you know- all the normal stuff. Protective Rafe <3.

“And that’s how my mum crashed her car” Rebecca cackled shaking her head full of mousey blonde hair. She was in stitches over her own story. Me and Chloe looked at each other as if to say what is going on. “Rebecca your mum is going to have to pay out a lot of money for that car, let alone the medical bill for her broken finger” I raised my eyebrow stopping at my locker to put my books away. “And her broken collarbone don’t forget that” she warned me with a bright smile on her face. I pulled a face of horror at her.

“Y/n my mum is fine, she’d laugh about it too, plus who cares- we’re kooks the moneys there isn’t it” she rolled her eyes at my reaction before ignoring me and unlocking her phone to take pictures of herself. I focused my attention back on my locker twisting the right password in to open the door. As I did, unbelievably, golden coloured sand started poring out all over the floor. It buried my feet beneath as I widely stared at the rest tumbling out. There was nothing more I could do.

Once it has stopped falling I blinked at it to double check I wasn’t dreaming. But laughing pulled me out of my fake delusion. I threw my glare around until it landed on the person laughing. Rafe Cameron. And his gang of ass-lickers. “Did you do this?!” I gritted my teeth together, the hallway was silent seems everyone was watching the scene. “Did you steal my test paper out of mr Larry’s office and replace it with one full of nonsense?” Rafe questioned me with his thick eyebrow raised.

I felt my blood boil inside of me, under my skin. The sand was everywhere. And I’d never get it all out of my locker and shoes. “Because you syphoned all the petrol out my car!” I yelled back unable to control my anger. Which was not the right move seems rafes eyes were still full of glee and his dumb smirk was still stuck to his face. He was enjoying this, he thrived off this. “Yeah I only did that because you filled my school bag with jam when sat behind me in maths” he giggled walking slightly closer to me.

“You know why I did that!” I put my finger up at him warning him to stay back. “Well you know why I don’t like you, so you know why there’s sand in your locker” Rafe bounced his shoulders as another annoying laugh tumbled out of his mouth. “You’re such a dick Rafe!” I bent down and picked up the sand in both my hands and launched it at him but he was long gone. Running away down the hall way pissing himself with laughter.

“I hate him! I hate! Him!” I scrunched my fists together “I think he hates you more” Rebecca shrugged her shoulders looking down the hall for him. “No! He doesn’t, I hate him more- more than England hates their government” I put my index finger up making it very clear how serious I was. “Forget him y/n, look- let’s go grab our lunch and talk about what we’re going to wear to the beach party later” Chloe wrapped her arm around my shoulders.

“Ugh- I don’t know Chloe- I’d rather grab lunch and think about how to get Rafe back” I shook my head as she started dragging me towards the doors to get out. “Why do you hate him so much- I mean everyone knows that you’ve played pranks on each other since before we can remember, but what actually started it?” Rebecca questioned following us out the building. I blinked staring at my feet. “I- don’t remember” I admitted in a shaky voice, I’d never sat back and thought about it before. “But it’s irrelevant why it started, I hate him now”.

And that’s what I did, while Chloe and Rebecca spoke the whole of lunch, I sat and planned. There were two options I’d narrowed it down to. Either I could remove all the tires off his car or I could cover his car in slime and dirt, then throw feathers on the top of it. I voiced the ideas to the girls, Chloe didn’t even seem half interested but they made Rebecca laugh. “Why don’t you just pretend to be into him, get him to think it’s going somewhere and then drop him- leave him flabbergasted my love” she shrugged going back to her phone.

My mind raced with the idea “no one would believe y/n was into Rafe” Chloe shook her head negatively. “Negative Nancy much, look at her she could pull it off, he’d be drooling” she flirtatiously winked at me. “Yeah- his ego would be so bruised- that’s a great idea, why’d you hide it from me for so long” I scoffed throwing my note pad on one of the seats. “Really y/n? Or rise above it?” She raised a threaded eyebrow at me. But I just shook my head. “Nope, I’m not a loser, I will win this stupid game” I answered rubbing my hands together.

“Now we can talk about what we’re wearing to the beach party, I need to look sexy, Rafe will be there” I winked at them.

Later that night-

Chloe picked me up, Rebecca was already in the front so I got into the back again. But before I did Rebecca made me do a spin. I’d chosen a white dress because I’d once seen Rafe post something about ‘tanned brunettes dressed in white’. I’d also done my nails and toes in white too, to match. I’d left my hair down but washed it to get the shine back. Incase I did get in the water, I didn’t want my hair to be ruined. I was actually quite confident about the plan, Rafe was easy so I thought it would be easier than it sounded. “My girl looks hot, come on jump in, I’m so excited”

Chloe got us safely to the beach, there was quite a lot of people there already. The music was blearing and the beer appeared to be flowing. “Can anyone see him?” I whispered as we all got out the car. “I’m staying out of this one, don’t ask for my help” Chloe put her hands up shaking her long brunette hair. “There y/n, by the keg” Rebecca whispered to me. “Here- pose next to the car- look hot” she hissed pushing me backwards while whipping out her phone.

I did as she said, as I positioned myself she put her fingers in her mouth and wolf whistled at me. “Hotter, hotter my girl” she shouted as I moved around. “Fuck me it’s working- rafes looking right at you” Chloe whispered gobsmacked that the plan was somewhat working. “What facial expression is he making?” I asked in a low tone, while bending down for a photo. “It’s sorta- neutral- oh he’s biting his lip” Chloe freaked. I stopped posing and went straight to see the photos with Rebecca. “Play it cool guys, keep it normal” she whispered scrolling through them.

“That was quick thinking babe” I nudged her “all because I watched a YouTube video on how to wolf whistle” she winked at me. Eventually we all walked down the stairs to the beach. “I’ll get the drinks” I wiggled my eyebrows at my girls before walking off backwards. I thought if I completely ignored him, he’d start something with some sarcastic, snarky comment. “Do you think you’re hot posing like that in front of all the guys on the beach?”. I was right. He came up behind me making me turn around. Our bodies only inches apart.

“You tell me, were you turned on?” I whispered tilting my head. He looked my body up at down before laughing. “You couldn’t turn me on even if you tried y/n” “not even a little bit?” I whispered smirking. “You uh, ever heard of hate fucking Rafe?” I leant in to his ear, I had to stand on my tippy toes because of his hight. I caught his eye, he looked shell shocked. “Because you turn me on- just a little bit” I showed him with my fingers. “You’re playing games y/n” rafe’s face shifted, his eyebrows knitted together as if he was confused. “Okay- if you’re not interested that’s fine” I shrugged pulling away and attempting to walk off.

He grabbed me by my waist and pulled me back towards him. “I didn’t say that” he whispered back, staring into my eyes. In that moment I really took Rafe in, he was gorgeous. His blue eyes pierced mine and mesmerised me. “Rafe! Rafe look who’s showed up!” Topper came over slapping him on the back. He didn’t let go of me though, he clung to my waist as he turned round to see. The pogues.

Not just any pogues. The pogues. Kelce was already starting on them, they were at the water now causing hassle. I heard him say “this is a kook party only”. Which wasn’t true because there were a bunch of tourons here and a few other pogues dotted around. “You should probably get out of here- I’ll come find you later” “don’t start shit Rafe” I rolled my eyes pulling away from him. He caught me yet again spinning me around to look at him.

“Will you get out of here, before you see something you don’t like?” He raised an eyebrow. “It’s all gonna be over after this huh?”. He nodded at me rubbing an hand on my waist. “I’m leaving” I sighed putting my hands up and walking away from him for good this time. I heard him go over to the pogues but I didn’t watch. In the next moment I heard gun fire. My body froze. What if it was rafe. I turned round to see what was happening but a large group of people came running my way, knocking me to the ground.

I saw topper fighting John B in the water and I now could see JJ was the one holding the gun. “What the fuck are you doing! Why the fuck would you bring that here!” Rafe yelled storming towards him. The crowd had just gotten past me and I sat up looking for Rebecca and Chloe to make sure they were safe. In the next second I was dragged up by my neck and I felt the gun touching my temple. I was face to face with Rafe now. “How’d you like it if it’s your girl huh?” JJ snarled at him. My chest panted up and down heavily as I saw rafes face drop and go red with anger within a few seconds of each other.

“Huh!” JJ yelled out. “Get the fuck off of her, or I swear to god you won’t recognise yourself when you look in the mirror tomorrow” Rafe spat out in a low tone. “JJ stop it! Y/ns done nothing wrong” kiara called out desperately, in tears. JJ looked down at me, I was trembling and my eyes were watering. “Fuck sake” he put the gun back in his trouser band and let go of me. I turned around and slapped him right across the face. “Coward” I hissed but that clearly wasn’t good enough for Rafe.

He came up behind me and punched JJ across the face. “STOP IT! It’s over!” Pope yelled out. But Rafe punched him again in the face. And again. Before grabbing his face and pulling it up to his. “Put your hands on her again, I fucking dare you- you won’t be able to see the sun ever again” he snarled very close to him, but JJ looked like he was about to pass out. “Rafe” I called out putting my hand on his shoulder. He looked up at me seeing my tear stained face, my messed up frizzy hair. He rose and embraced me, my face falling flat on his chest.

“You’re okay, I’ve got you” he whispered stroking my hair. “He had a fucking- strap to my head Rafe” I winced trying to keep it all in. “Let me take you home” he whispered making me look up at him holding my chin. I nodded in agreement, that’s all I wanted right now. We made our way towards the stairs, he didn’t even say a word to his friends. As if by magic Chloe and Rebecca appear from behind the wall. “Y/n! I’m so glad you’re okay- I- we looked for you but hoped you had gone back to the car” Chloe ran over embracing me.

“I’m okay- I’m glad you two are as well” I said in a very timid voice. “Um- im going home can I catch up with you two later” “with- rafe?” Rebecca wondered looking him up and down. “Yeah it’s fine guys, I’ll speak to you later get home safe” I rubbed Chloe’s back and waved to Rebecca before Rafe put his arm around my waist guiding me to his car. Though he’d been drinking I’m sure he’d sobered up after that. He was careful driving me home, even though one hand was always on my thigh. We didn’t talk nothing needed to be said.

When he pulled into my driveway we stopped and looked at each other. “I’m sorry y/n- I’m so fucking sorry” he whispered dragging a thumb down my cheek. “I’m okay” I shook my head taking his hand in my hand. “I have- something I feel guilty about..” I stuttered feeling embarrassed to bring it up. “What are you talking about?” “Me flirting with you- I was just trying to get you back for the sand thing…” I trailed off feeling stupid. Rafe cracked a small smile and adjusted himself in the seat. “Well that’s a shame” he told me before rolling his head towards me. “Because I think I like you y/n”.

I blinked. I blinked a few times not knowing what words to use back. “Don’t look at me like that- I can hardly believe it myself” he chuckled rubbing a thumb over my thigh. “It’s okay- maybe that’s why I enjoyed pranking you so much” “rafe- you didn’t let me finish” I shook my head grasping his hand again. “I know I like you- me pretending to flirt with you made me want it to be true- they way you protected me- I know I like you- I don’t understand it but… that’s how it is”.

He tilted his head to the side. “You’re not just trying to get me back?” “No rafe- I finally realised why I pretend to hate you so much- it was easier believing that then going through the pain of not having a chance”. Rafe moved his hand to my cheek rubbing it gently. He looked me in the eyes as he lent in before we both closed them. Our lips met in a kiss I had never imagined myself wanting until tonight. Our pace matched, my hand slid into his hair holding him closer to me.

“That’s what I call passion, I dunno about you” he whispered after he pulled away, hardly moving his face though. “I can’t believe it- us- who would have thought?” I whispered laughing slightly. He pressed another kiss on my lips. “I love your laugh- you’re so gorgeous” he whispered taking me in.

“Do you want to come in?” I questioned, not letting go of him. Rafe smiled, giving me a little nod.

Rafe masterlist-

Outerbanks master list-

All series masterlist-

Masterlist of masterlists-

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would you ever consider writing a follow up to your roadtrip logs that are a series of dick mourning jason? from pov red hood jason as he Feels Things ™

Oooh that's an interesting idea! I can probably come up with a few scenes for that. I can already imagine Dick grabbing a Coke and Cheetos (what Jason ate during their road trip) and sitting with them in some isolated part of New York. Doesn't even eat or drink anything. Just has them sitting next to him as he talks to the camera. And maybe he's listening to "Summer of 69" (same song Jason listened to in the car).

"I got around to reading Huckleberry Finn. You know how long it took me to get through it? Months, Jason, months. And maybe the book was better than the movie like you said, but my sanity sure suffered for it. I didn't know Mark Twain was from Missouri until I read it on the back cover. We went to the Missouri river, remember? Maybe we were standing in a spot Mark had been to before. That's pretty wild to think about, huh?"

More than anything, Jason is enraptured by Dick's watery smile. The way he speaks of Jason fondly. The way he still ribs Jason for things Jason used to say or do.

He sees the difficult tapes, of course. The ones where Dick's nostalgia spirals into grief. The self-blame. The guilt. The sorrow. It's like a car wreck he can't look away from.

He thinks about how Chemo fell on Bludhaven. How he didn't care if Dick was dead because he wanted Bruce's attention more than anything. He compares Dick's grief in the tapes over Jason's death to his own reaction to Dick's possible death in Bludhaven. It makes him squirm uncomfortably. It makes him feel kind of sick.

[pascaloverx]

Hit The Road

Chapter One

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Summary: You are a hunter of supernatural beings who is forced to experience a new reality: being a vampire. The only thing stronger than your thirst for blood is your thirst for revenge.

Author's note: the characters mentioned here were created by Kevin Williamson and Julie Plec, based on the book series of the same name by author L. J. Smith. They don't belong to me. That said, this fanfic will be short. This fanfic may address scenes of violence, inappropriate language and adult content. Minors should not interact with this story.

"A hunter shouldn't act with the heart instead of the head" said the leader of the hunters' clan, which gathers in a different town every six months. On the other hand, they also say that you shouldn't let a vampire take what's yours without a fight. Here you are, lost in a new town, hoping to find the one who took everything from you without even thinking about the consequences. The cursed one with blue eyes and fangs that can pierce even your soul.

You feel the weight of the leader's words as you wander through the new town, determined to find the blue-eyed vampire who took everything from you. Each step you take is laden with the determination to seek justice and reclaim what was lost. As night falls, you prepare for the impending battle, reminding yourself that as a hunter, your courage and determination are your greatest weapons against the shadows lurking in the darkness. You must kill Damon Salvatore at all costs. But you know you're going against your clan's rules. It's like a double-edged sword. You wound and will be wounded. Your clan is against hunting alone. Well, that's not the only reason your clan doesn't want you around anymore.

"Does anyone know where the hell I can find a man with blue eyes and a pretty shitty sense of humor?" You say as you enter a place called Mystic Grill. This small town seems like the type where everyone knows everyone.

"I think you're looking for Damon Salvatore. May I ask what you want with him?" A tall human with blonde hair speaks to me. He looks strangely ordinary.

"Just some personal matters with him. Nothing major." You reply to the tall blonde human, trying to sound casual despite your true intentions running much deeper. He looks at you for a moment, seemingly assessing your answer, before finally stepping away.

"I think he's big enough to take care of himself, but if you want, I can take you to him." What a kind person this is standing in front of you.

"Would you do me this favor?" You say, trying to feign friendliness, although something inside you has changed significantly. That repugnant vampire has changed you and simply left as if it meant nothing.

"Of course, you seem to need to settle something with him. Just need to grab my coat." The stranger picks up his coat from the chair and heads towards his car. It makes sense why the vampires here get along so well. A friendly face, and humans are already willing to help you. The car ride was quick enough that you didn't have to explain much about the reason for being in Mystic Falls.

"A piece of advice, talk to Stefan if you don't get what you want with Damon. Stefan tends to be more reasonable. Maybe even Elena. Right there at that mansion, you'll find what you're looking for." The man who identified himself as Matt during our journey became increasingly helpful to you.

"I appreciate the advice, and in return, I'll tell you, you should stop being so kind. People in general don't deserve that much kindness, especially people who stopped being human a while ago." You say as you look deeply into his eyes. If he doesn't take vervain, he'll probably take this advice to heart. He looks confused, but you're already in front of a mansion. I guess you've reached your destination. You grab the backpack you brought with you and bid farewell to the human.

You knock once, and there's no answer. How irritating it is to wait for someone to grant you entry. You knock again, still no response. How frustrating. You decide to try once more, knocking on the door with a bit more force. It's when you hear footsteps behind you.

"Can I help you?" Says a man behind you. He's so close that you end up attacking him. He's definitely not human, but he's not Damon either. He falls to the ground, unfazed due to his supernatural nature. I bet he's a vampire. Perhaps he's the reasonable one Matt was talking about.

"I'm sorry, I'm not used to being caught off guard. Need a hand getting up?" You say, reaching out to the stranger who is still on the ground.

"You almost offend me by offering help, but thank you for the consideration. If you don't mind, I'll savor my humiliation a little longer." He replies.

"Is it humiliation because I brought you down, or because you're still on the ground?" You don't want to gloat over other people's misfortunes, but you end up smiling.

"Humiliation because I was brought down, of course." He retorts with a hint of sarcasm.

"Don't feel bad, it happens to the best of us. I heard the more recent the transformation, the more ruthless you become. Or maybe not. Are you sure you don't want help?" You say as you watch him slowly get up. You can bet he hasn't fed in a while.

"You couldn't have come here just to make me fall at your feet, what brought you here?" He says looking at you, it seems like he doesn't find it strange that I talk about vampirism so casually.

"Indeed, it was a man named Matt, but my goal here is to reunite with an old friend." You say as you intertwine your arms in front of your body. He seems to understand.

"What did Damon do this time?" He asks, as if he's already accustomed to seeing people looking for that idiot.

"I hope you won't be upset by what I'm about to do; it's nothing personal. I just need to get his attention and then I'll leave. Once I take from him what he took from me." You say as you take the stake from your backpack and drive it into the man in front of you. There's a bit of vervain on the tip of the stake, enough to incapacitate the vampire before you, but not to kill him. That's why you don't aim for his heart. I'll make Damon come to me no matter what it takes. Get ready, Salvatore. You've messed with the wrong hunter.

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tho for real, while talking with folks today, i do believe that’s gabriel and not loki [going off of gabe’s story that loki gave him the disguise at some point] due to language he used. 

the interesting one was the use of ‘samesies’ as a friend said, which came about mostly, according to google, around 2007. which is also, interestingly, is the same year gabe’s/loki’s first episode aired lol. 

but also, i do believe wholeheartedly that it was in fact chuck and not just a rob benedict easter egg, particularly bc this interview with robbie dropped before the episode:

Samuel is a big mythology character to come into the series. What’s the mandate been about how many of these “known characters should be folded into the first season?

You know, our mandate — and that’s a great phrase for it — was: What’s the story? What’s the story we’re trying to tell with these characters? They can’t just be Easter eggs and fun for the fans. We never said “no” to any character. We never said, like, “Absolutely not!” But when we got into the nitty gritty of “if we do bring in that character, what’s the story? What are we saying about Supernatural? And are we breaking anything that we, therefore, have to buy? Any time that was the case, where it felt like there was no more story here, and therefore it was just an Easter egg fun thing, we moved on from it. It’s not like they’re Pokemon and we’ve got to collect all of them. We really wanted to find a way to tell our story, and then how those character could exist within ours. So that was really the mandate.

basically, they’re not throwing in OG SPN characters for shits and giggles, they’re there for a purpose. And they even did a tighter shot on Rob playing the piano, and he was wearing a party city wig, AND he was wearing white. 

you don’t casually throw in a rob benedict reference because for every new fan who won’t understand the significance or may pick up on the fact that it’s him, you have more of us OG SPN fans who would. And yeah, I know it was LS performing, but Rob didn’t say he was going to be there. No one was expecting it. I mean some of us were expecting for a while to see him pop up but there was no expectation that he would this episode. 

and i’m thinking about this TBT he posted a while ago, as chuck, in swan song, wearing white, with an in-universe prequel comic book poster framed behind him of john winchester. 

and another friend pointed out that there were quite a few lens flares during carlos’ singing scene. 

so yeah. 

that was chuck, that was gabe, and no i don’t think gabriel is stuck in a mirror. that’s just what he does to throw people off his trail. and if he is stuck in that mirror, obviously we know he doesn’t stay there. 

and now we obviously know that dean’s in their timeline too 

so — are they really in existence right now? are they in the empty? are they all sharing a mass hallucination? you have gabriel using modern language indicating time travel, you have dean and the car indicating time travel, and you have chuck who should not be having powers now if we are following the story linearly from OG SPN 

Damn I love this show I can’t wait for more. 

[redlazuly]

so i've just joined the pjo series discourse on sm (i've read all the books) so maybe people might have already said this but i feel like the monster fights are kinda underwhelming ?? the fights themselves but the atmosphere around them too. i'm just going to say it point by point to be clearer :

Mrs. Dodds: she's the first monster and threat of the show. i was waiting for something scary and surprising, that would have terrified percy or something. but instead the "reveal" was slow, and there wasn't even a fight, he just kind of opened the sword (even tho we don't even see him doing it) and she just. dies like that ?? it was really easy and i get that they can't just kill percy in the first ep but there wasn't even a bit of struggle or anything. tbh this first fight really dissapointed me. there was mystery that creates an intrigue but she just wasn't scary or a menace imo (EDIT : I HAVE NOW REREAD THE SCENE AND IT HAS COME TO MY ATTENTION THAT THIS IS EXACTLY HOW THE FIGHT PLAYS OUT IN THE BOOK (extract down below) so forget everything i said in this part, i'm sorry. )

2. The minotaur : i liked this one much more than the first one, the car chase was thrilling and the atmosphere of the scene was really cool. i've only got one little thing to say about it, but i think it's just a me thing and i'm nitpicking (idk how to make gifs so i hope you can picture it in your head) :

when sally takes percy's jacket to lure the minotaur away from the boys and uses it as a red cape like in a corrida, i think it kinds of take the attention away from the fear of the monster in itself by being comedic. AGAIN i know i'm nitpicking here but why not say it.

(also i regret that the last scene was so far away from the camera and from the camp border. i know it's bc it's percy's pov but i loved percy's desperation in the movie (I KNOW IT'S BAD) when he's failing to save his mother and finally sees her (and her emotions) when she is gets taken away from him.)

3. Medusa : i LOVED what they tried to do with medusa and how they tried to make us sympathise with her. however, the fight was REALLY dissapointing to me. it kind of happened from nowhere. it's implied that it's annabeth plan but it really happened way too fast and did not give enought time for the viewer to appreciate the threat that medusa can be. it felt way to easy for them to beat MEDUSA. the fight lasted 5 seconds max and it felt shy in a way, like as if they didn't not want to fuck it up.

+ special mention : 4. Clarisse: I'M NOT SAYING SHE'S A MONSTER, I'M JUST PUTTING HER HERE BC TECHNICALLY SHE WAS A THREAT TO PERCY. i like dior's acting, idk anything about her outside of the show but i'm going to be honest : not knowing the cast at all, at first i immediately thought she was drew 😭. she IS a really pretty girl but for me she doesn't emanate clarisse's ares' daughter vibe. when her spear broke she was so GOOD, but appart from that she's just really chill i think ? like she's not menacing, she just kind of a mean girl bully (which clarisse is ig but she's not a menace enough imo) and tbh i think she's just not as "rough" as i think she could have been.

tldr : i think the fights were not scary enough and did not set a good tone for the series. they were also too easy and fast for them to be enjoyable.

of course i still enjoy this show a lot so i will be watching the next episodes and the rest of it so maybe there will be improvements. please yell what you guys think !!

it's the first time i ever talk so much on tumblr, so i hope it was readable. if there was any mistakes please tell me, english is not my first language.

[mcufanfics]

Unexpected Chemistry - Doctor Strange (fanfic)! ⚠️ warning! Smut/18+ scenes!

It was a breezy afternoon when you decided to visit your favorite spiritual shop, a hidden gem tucked away in the heart of the city. The shop was filled with the scent of incense and the soft glow of candlelight, with ambient music creating a tranquil atmosphere. As you perused the crystals and tarot cards, your attention was suddenly drawn to a tall man browsing through the same section.

His presence was commanding, his aura almost tangible. With sharp features, intense blue eyes, and an air of confidence, he stood out among the eclectic mix of patrons. You couldn’t help but stare a bit longer than socially acceptable, captivated by his enigmatic demeanor. To your surprise, he noticed. His eyes met yours, and a small, knowing smile played on his lips. Feeling caught, you quickly averted your gaze, pretending to be engrossed in a book about chakras.

Moments later, you heard his voice, smooth and confident, “Finding anything interesting?”

You looked up, your heart skipping a beat. “Oh, um, just browsing. How about you?”

“I’m always interested in expanding my knowledge,” he replied, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “I’m Stephen, by the way.”

“Y/N,” you introduced yourself, feeling a strange connection. There was something magnetic about him that made you want to keep talking. After a few moments of small talk, you mustered up the courage to ask, “Would you like to grab a coffee with me? There’s a nice café not far from here.”

His smile broadened. “I’d love that.”

You both decided to meet outside the shop a few hours later, and after parting ways, you couldn’t shake off the excitement bubbling inside you. When the time came, you found him waiting, looking even more striking in the evening light. Together, you walked to the café, and as you sat down, the conversation flowed effortlessly.

Stephen was charming and flirtatious, his wit sharp and engaging. He had a way of making you feel at ease while simultaneously setting your heart racing. You found yourself laughing more than you had in a long time, sharing stories and learning about each other’s lives. He talked about his journey from being a renowned surgeon to discovering the mystical arts.

“So, what got you interested in spiritual shops?” he asked, genuinely curious.

You smiled, feeling comfortable opening up. “I’ve always been drawn to the metaphysical. There’s something calming about connecting with the spiritual side of things. It helps balance my everyday life, especially working at the pet shop.”

He nodded thoughtfully. “There’s a lot of wisdom in ancient practices. They teach us to look beyond the obvious, to understand the deeper layers of reality.”

You were fascinated by his perspective. “You sound like you’ve had quite the journey yourself. What led you to... this?” You gestured vaguely, unsure how to describe his aura of mystery.

Stephen chuckled softly. “A series of unfortunate events, as they say. I was a neurosurgeon, arrogant and obsessed with my work, until a car accident changed everything. My hands were ruined, and I searched the world for healing. That’s when I found Kamar-Taj and learned about the mystic arts. It opened my eyes to a reality far beyond what I had ever imagined.”

His story was both tragic and inspiring. “That’s incredible. It must have taken a lot of strength to go through that.”

He looked at you with a warmth that made your heart flutter. “It did. But I found a new purpose. And meeting people like you makes it all worth it.”

After a delightful time at the café, he looked at you with a warmth that made your heart race. “How about we have a real date in three days? There’s an Italian restaurant I think you’d love,” he proposed.

You nodded eagerly, “I’d like that.”

Three days passed in a blur of anticipation. You went about your routine at the pet shop, but your thoughts kept drifting back to Stephen. You replayed your conversations in your mind, each memory making you smile. When the evening of the date arrived, you dressed carefully, wanting to look your best. Stephen was waiting outside the restaurant, looking dapper and sophisticated in a tailored suit.

Dinner was a magical experience. The restaurant was cozy and intimate, with soft lighting and the aroma of delicious Italian dishes filling the air. Stephen pulled out your chair for you, his gentlemanly manners making you feel special.

As you browsed the menu, he leaned in slightly, his voice low and teasing. “What looks good to you?”

You glanced up, meeting his eyes. “Everything. I can’t decide.”

He chuckled. “How about we share a few dishes? That way, we get to try more.”

You agreed, and soon, the table was filled with a variety of plates, each one more delicious than the last. Over dinner, the conversation deepened.

“So, Y/N,” Stephen said, his gaze intense yet playful, “what’s something about you that most people don’t know?”

You thought for a moment, enjoying the way his attention never wavered from you. “I have a secret passion for painting. It’s something I do to relax, but I’ve never shown my work to anyone.”

His eyebrows lifted in surprise. “A hidden artist. I’d love to see your paintings sometime.”

You felt a blush creep up your cheeks. “Maybe someday. What about you, Stephen? Any hidden talents?”

He smirked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Well, aside from bending the fabric of reality, I’m quite skilled at close-up magic. Want to see a trick?”

You nodded eagerly. He puts his hand in his pocket and pulled out a deck of cards, performing an intricate sleight of hand that left you both amazed and amused.

“Impressive,” you said, genuinely awed. “You must be fun at parties.”

He laughed. “I try. It’s all about keeping people entertained.”

As the evening came to a close, he insisted on walking you home. The streets were quiet, and the moon cast a soft glow over everything. You talked about your favorite books, movies, and places you’d like to visit someday.

Outside your apartment, he reached out for a hug. His embrace was warm and comforting, his arms wrapping around you in a way that made you feel safe. As you looked into each other’s eyes, still holding each other, he leaned in and kissed you gently. It was a tender, lingering kiss that left you breathless and wanting more.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he murmured, his lips brushing your ear before he turned and walked away.

You watched him go, your heart fluttering, and then made your way inside. Sleep came easily that night, filled with dreams of him.

The next day was like any other, until you returned home from work. As you settled on the couch to watch TV, a familiar swirling light caught your eye. Stephen stepped through a portal, his eyes intense and filled with a longing that mirrored your own.

Stephen's gaze locked onto yours, a mixture of relief and desire igniting the air between you. He sauntered over to the couch, his voice a deep, velvety rumble.

“Can we talk?”

You look at him surprised

“yes of course”

He takes a seat next to you, his eyes never leaving yours. He takes a moment, gathering his thoughts before speaking.

“I... I can't stop thinking about you.”

He says, his confession hanging in the air.

You can't help smiling as you look at him

“The same honestly”

Stephen's heart skips a beat as you smile. He leans a little closer, his gaze fixated on you, his voice filled with a touch of vulnerability.

“I've been trying to tell myself it's a terrible idea, that I shouldn't let my feelings for you grow.”

Without saying anything or any warning he leans in and kisses you.

The moment their lips meet, time seems to stand still. Stephen's hand finds its way to your cheek, his touch gentle yet filled with a barely restrained passion. As he deepens the kiss, all the doubts and hesitation that had weighed on him disappear. He pulls you closer, as if he can't get enough of you.

His grip on you tightens the moment he hears you moan. The sound sends a jolt of electricity through him, his mind and body on fire with desire. He deepens the kiss, his tongue gently exploring your mouth, tasting, claiming. He can't get enough of you, his hands roving over your body, needing to feel every inch of you.

His dominance takes over as he gently pushes you back onto the couch, his body covering yours. His hands wander over your curves, his lips exploring your neck, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down your skin. He growls, the sound deep and possessive as he hovers over you, his eyes darkened with desire.

Your arms wraps around his shoulders and neck slowly and his lips continue their downward path, his breath hot against your skin. His hands find the hem of your shirt, slowly peeling it off, revealing more and more of your skin to him. The sight of you, laid out beneath him, is driving him wild. He can barely contain himself, his body screaming for more, to claim you fully.

Once your shirt is removed, Stephen pauses to take in the sight of you beneath him, his breath catching in his throat. His eyes roam over your exposed skin, his gaze filled with hunger. He leans in, his lips finding your collarbone as his hands gently run down your sides, savoring the feel of your body against him. He kisses a path down your chest, his tongue teasing and tasting, leaving a trail of kisses in its wake.

You gasp as fingers find that sweet spot between your legs, his touch sending a shiver of pleasure coursing through you. He kisses you deeply, capturing your gasp with his mouth as his fingers move in a slow, deliberate rhythm. He groans into the kiss, feeling the way you respond to his touch, the way your body arches against him.

His finger slides into you, eliciting a moan from you. He begins moving his finger in and out, setting a rhythm that makes your breath come in quick gasps. His eyes are dark and intense, watching your every reaction.

Stephen watches you closely, a satisfied grin on his face as he hears your soft moans. He adds another finger, stretching you slowly, his pace and pressure increasing. He leans in, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers,

“That's it, let me hear you.”

He grins as he feels you nearing the brink of ecstasy, but instead of letting you fall over that precipice, he suddenly stops, pulling his fingers away. You let out a whine of protest, but he captures it with a kiss, his lips claiming yours in a possessive, dominant display.

He catches your hand before it reaches his most sensitive area. He intertwines his fingers with yours, pinning it in place against the couch. His gaze is intense, the look in his eyes commanding.

“No, not yet.”

He hovers over you, his body pressing down on yours, his lips finding your ear as he whispers,

“This is about you.”

You nod with a hint of disappointment but still you couldn't really complain,

“Alright..”

He stands up to pull you up and lead you to the bedroom, he pushes you gently to your back on the bed.

Stephen's eyes roam over you as he stands before you, his gaze molten hot with desire. He strips off his clothes, revealing his toned, lean body. His skin is marked with the faint traces of old injuries and the scars left behind from past battles.

He crawls onto the bed, his body covering yours as he hovers over you, the press of his skin against your making your heart race, your breathing to quicken.

Stephen takes his time as his lips move down your body, leaving a trail of hot, open-moutheds against your skin. You gasp as he licks your clit, the brief moment of pleasure sending a wave of heat through you.

The feel of his tongue on your sensitive flesh, the pressure, the slight bite of his teeth, makes you bite your lip to keep from crying out. Stephen moves his way up your body, his lips leaving hot, wet kisses as he goes. He stops, his lips hovering over yours, his breaths coming in short pants.

His body is a solid weight against you as he positions himself between your legs. He looks down at you, eyes darkened with desire, his breath hot. You feel the press of his length against your entrance, and you shiver in anticipation.

Stephen shudders at the feel of your touch, the gentle caress like a match to the fire that's burning within him. He adjusts his position slightly, pressing the tip of his length against your entrance. His eyes meet yours, his breathing a little ragged as he speaks, his voice rough with lust

"Ready?”

You nod gently and he looks into your eyes, making sure you're okay, and then slowly, carefully, he starts to push himself inside you.

Stephen lets out a low growl as he sinks further into you, your gasp and moans igniting something primal within him. He struggles to control himself, wanting to go slow, to take his time. But the feeling of you around him is making it difficult.

He starts to move, slow and deep, each thrust drawing a moan from your lips. He watches you, every expression, every sound you make, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and possession. His arms shake as he holds himself above you, the need to take you, to claim you, almost overwhelming him.

The feeling of your hand on his arms, the way you gasp and moan as he moves inside you, drives him wild. He wants to hear more, wants to make you cry out his name. He changes his angle slightly, increasing the pace a little, and the sound that escapes you makes him groan deeply.

Stephen's control snaps at the sound of your small whines and moans. His thrusts becomes deeper, rougher, his pace increasing, his body covering yours completely. He pins your wrists above your head, the gesture dominant, possessive. He growls in your ear.

His grip on your wrists tightens, the feeling of you beneath him making him lose what little control he has left. The sound of your gasps and moans, the way you breath quickens, the way you respond to him drives him wild. He pounds into you harder, deeper.

He keeps up the relentless pace, taking you with a primal need. He can feel you trembling, the way you whine, moan and gasp for breath, and it drives him mad.

“That's it, good girl”

His words sends shivers down your body and he notices the effect his words have on you, the way you shiver. He smirks, his eyes dark and intense as he looks down at you.

“You like that, don't you? You like it when I take control”

His pace increases, his thrusts getting rougher, his grip on your wrists never wavering.

As you whine and moan for him, he moves his other hand down to your abdomen, pressing down hard against the mattress. The pressure makes your body arch up against him, and he lets out a low, guttural growl of approval. His eyes rake over you, taking in the sight of you trembling beneath him, his hand holding you down, and his possessive need for you increases tenfold.

Stephen can feel your body tensing beneath him, signalling that you're close. The way your moans and gasps get louder as he presses your abdomen down, tells him all he needs to know. He grins, his own breathing ragged and ragged with need. He keeps up the pace and pressure, his eyes dark and locked with yours, wanting to push you over the edge.

His eyes narrow at your words, a low, possessive growl rumbling in his chest. You can feel his grip tightening, his hold on you becoming fiercer as he feels your body beginning to come undone.*

“Yes, that's it. Come for me,”

He demands, his voice deep and commanding

Stephen watches as you come undone beneath him, the sound of your long drawn-out moan and the feeling of your entrence twitching, drive him to the edge. He holds on just a little longer, savoring the sight of you quivering and shaking, the sound of your voice saying his name, his own body on the brink of exploding. He gasps, his eyes dark and intense,

“Good girl”

Now he can't hold back any longer. With a final hard thrust, he lets go, his body shuddering and tensing as he spills himself inside you. He groans deeply, his arms giving out as he collapses on top of you. He's panting, his breaths coming in shuddering gasps, his chest heaving with the effort. His body is slick with sweat, and he rolls onto his side, pulling you close against him.

He pulls you against his chest, one arm wrapped around your waist, the other gently tracing lazy patterns on your skin. His breathing is ragged, his heart racing, still reeling from the intensity of their encounter. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his lips gently brushing against your sensitive skin, placing soft kisses. He says nothing, simply enjoying the feeling of having you in his arms, close to him.

The next morning, you woke up in each other’s arms. The sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over you both. You spent a lazy morning cuddling, showering together, making coffee, and enjoying the simple pleasure of each other’s company.

As he prepared to leave, Stephen kissed you deeply. “I’ll see you soon, Y/N.”

With a smile, you watched him step through a portal, disappearing from view. Your heart was full, knowing that this was just the beginning of something incredible.

Part 2 coming soon!

[blues824]

may i rq obey me bros reaction to an mc whose a special fbi agent in the bau ? tyty

Lucifer

Wasn’t expecting to receive an exchange student that had such an important role at such a young age. Plus, you might hold the key to achieving Lord Diavolo’s dream. In addition to that, you both look awesome in suits.

He would ask you about your job and what a typical work day would look like. When you tell him about some of the criminals you had to evaluate and the more gruesome crime scenes, he genuinely wonders what went wrong while God was creating man.

Once, he took you out on a dinner date and he was impressed by how well you were able to evaluate his psyche. Lucifer is the last person I’d describe as lovesick, but when he found out about your accomplishments and overall competence… he has fallen irreversibly in love.

Mammon

Oh no. Not someone responsible and a borderline therapist! Luci, come pick him up. He’s scared. He doesn’t like how well you are able to read him based on his actions. It’s truly unsettling how you never take a break from analyzing behavioral patterns.

It’s funny whenever he comes running to complain to you about a shift and you’re just standing there like, “you think your job is hard?? You wouldn’t survive 5 seconds in my shoes!” You would often respond with your own experiences, what with all the gory crime scenes and criminals you had to evaluate.

Once, he took you out on a ride in his car and he was amazed at how well you were able to see the toxic relationship between him and his brothers. While you weren’t an actual therapist, you let him know that you would always be willing to lend an ear whenever he needed it.

Leviathan

He would have thought you were so cool. They didn’t have a government organization like the FBI in the Devildom, so everything he knew about it was either from TV or you. For once, he doesn’t freeze up because if the conversation gets dry, he’ll ask about your job.

He’s seen a crap-ton of anime, right? Some of them belong to the horror genre. When you tell him about the horrors of your job, he’s not disgusted. Instead, he’ll slowly wrap his arms around you, asking if you get nightmares because of it. If you say yes, he’d suggest having him sleep in your room.

One day, he invited you to hang out in his room. It was quiet, but not the uncomfortable kind. In fact, both of you were watching a soft anime called ‘Orange’. You softly told him that regret was a common reason for committing a crime. You explained that grief manifested in different ways, sometimes destructive. It was intriguing to him.

Satan

He also thinks you're admirable. He’s read about what you do in his murder mystery novels that he enjoys reading so much. He would ask you about the most disturbing cases you had to deal with. You would tell him about a typical day on the job. He was like a sponge whenever you told him anything.

He wants to hear all about your job. The good, the bad, the ugly… all of it. He will often bring books and ask how accurate the story was. It would make for great conversations between the two of you. You have a bunch of anecdotes, and he has two fully functioning ears to listen to you.

One day, he treats you to a dinner date at a new cafe. You both had been reading a new murrder mystery series that recently found its way to your favorite book shop. You both enjoyed getting away from HoL to revel in each other's company. Y’all would talk about what you thought of the book as well as anything else that came to mind.

Asmodeus

If there’s one thing he knows about FBI agents, it’s that they can always pull off a tuxedo like nobody else can. So what does he do? Why, he makes suits for the both of you! Some suits match, others have elements that compliment each other. To him, it’s his way of telling the world that you’re his and he’s yours.

There will be a ton of self-care nights where both rant about anything that comes to mind. Asmo often found himself letting you do most of the talking. He gets to learn more about you by remaining quiet. For example, you are able to analyze patterns in certain crimes, furthering investigations by a significant amount.

Once, Asmo took you out on a shopping date for more fabrics and accessories for outfit ideas you had. On the way there, however, you looked in a nearby alley and saw crime scene tape and a police officer. You had a PTSD flashback and started hyperventilating. Asmo had to talk you through breathing normally and he quickly led you away.

Beelzebub

Doesn’t know much about your profession, but he’s willing to learn! He’s probably seen a few crime shows while snacking, so he might have some sort of clue. As you both make a delicious snack in the kitchen, he’d ask you questions about what you did and why you chose this profession over everything else.

There will be a few nights where he invites you to his room and you don’t really do anything besides eat and talk. Beel is a demon of few words, so he will often let you rant about how your life is adjusting to the Devildom and how you either miss or don’t miss your Human Realm job.

One night, Beel treated you to lunch at a higher-end restaurant. He would continue to ask you about the things you’ve witnessed in your worst cases. You told him about the gruesome crime scene, the unstable criminals you had to evaluate. He didn’t eat dinner that night, nor for any of the other nights following.

Belphegor

And here he thought all humans were weak. Well, physically, you are. But you have to be both mentally and emotionally ready to face what you do for work. He doesn’t know a ton about what you do, but he’s probably like Beel where he’s seen a few crime shows.

Many times, the others have caught you both wrapped up in each other’s arms, sleeping peacefully as though nothing was wrong with the world. However, he knows that you have nightmares. He can sense it even when he’s asleep. He often has to use his powers on you to get you a good night’s rest.

One night, you both were just hanging out in the attic when you told him something very personal. During your time as a BAU FBI agent, you were threatened, taunted, hurt, overwhelmed… but nothing prepared you for that day when Belphie decided to take your life. You told him that you were actually glad that you could join the souls you brought closure to, and that’s when he lost it. He let a few tears shed, whispering apologies left and right.

[ineffablymanic]

imma join the "crowley's not gonna be a miserable cunt" bandwagon.

It's fun to meme about the Last 15 Minutes as the ineffable divorce, but they're both smarter than that. They both know they love each other, they've both indirectly confessed to one another. Even if during their last moments there were tons of misunderstandings in their "talk" when they just spoke towards one another instead of listening to what the other one had to say. And they for sure hurt each other in the process.

Sure, in the series Crowley mourns his dead best friend drunk in a bar, but the scene was supposed to originally happen in the St. James Park. This time, Aziraphale isn't dead, he's just gone upstairs. Crowley might despise his reasoning, but I think he'd connect the dots and understand them, even if he condemns them. Hell still wants its war that Aziraphale started. Crowley knows the Second Coming is underway from his infiltration into Heaven.

Crowley's precious, peaceful, fragile existence he/they carved out for himself/them is gone. I dunno am I gonna be the only one thinking this, but I think it’s a good thing! Crowley didn’t seem to be too happy with his current state, tired of living in his car, questioning the meaning to it all to Shax. Series!Crowley has been running all this time, he’s been living in a limbo and something needed to happen for him to wake up from his stupor. I think S3 is going to force both Aziraphale and Crowley to mature to the beings they were in the book. Aziraphale was So Done with Heaven. Crowley was an optimist.

If there was one rock-hard certainty that had sustained him through the bad times— he thought briefly of the fourteenth century— then it was utter surety that he would come out on top; that the universe would look after him.

Crowley's lived amongst humans for 6000 years and he's seen the shit they live through time and time again. He's gone local. Families lost to war/plague/other horror, diseases riddling their fragile bodies, misfortune after misfortune can pour down on these miserable creatures... and they somehow always get up and live on. They hope. They've got no choice but to. They heal, they'll remarry, get more kids. They'll love again and again. Their love isn't vanquished. Grief is, after all, love's natural continuation.

Even if it’s always Too Late, he has to stop running and start trying. And hoping. That’s the human way. That’s the Us way.

So no, I don’t think Crowley’s gonna waste time being sad. What Crowley's gonna be is MAD. Mad at Heaven (maybe a teensy bit mad at Aziraphale but that's besides the point) for their schemes. He'd love to get away from it all, but now that the other half of his group has been dragged back into the shitshow, I think he's going to start scheming on his own. Planning how to save his angel, the other half of his group, yet again.

[penig]

Nobly, heroically, and willingly, shall I die for my fandom upon this hill:

When they're both thinking straight, Crowley and Aziraphale communicate flawlessly.

In Season 1, except when Aziraphale was deliberately withholding information at the bandstand, or panicking about the holy water, they understood each other very well. No cross-purpose winks, all their exactlies in line, Aziraphale’s lies and accusations of demonic Evil more ritual than anything else. They didn't disagree very often, though they pretended to, and except in two crucial scenes, when they disagreed,  they did not misunderstand.

They were talking in code - an allusion code - Old Friend Code, Married People Code. Pointy Eared Hobgoblin Code!

The flashback sequence of "Hard Times" gave us the key to that code. Once you realize that "Let's do the Ritz" = "If we're doing it we have to do it now, time is running out" everything they say to each other sounds different, including Aziraphale's friendship denials. S2 gave us the origins of more codes ("I lied. I'm a demon. That's what I do." Oh, so when Aziraphale said that in response to "Would I lie to you?" he was lightening in the mood! That's a running joke!) and also reinforced the codespeak by showing it hitting a road bump when Nina asks Aziraphale, in front of Crowley, about the naked guy. Aziraphale wants, desperately, to deny friendship with Gabriel, but he can't say "he's not my friend" in front of Crowley. With Crowley in the room, "he's not my friend" means "we go back a looooong way," and a moment later he says that, in the clear, unambiguously, about Crowley - but he is not saying that about Gabriel (to Crowley) and it is very much not true about Jim, who is the darkest of dark horses.

I know the fandom is very much against me and has always taken delight in how bad they are about communicating, etc., but I have textual evidence enough to defy the overwhelming consensus on this point. I think it was there in the book, and it’s there in the first series, and it falls apart in the second series as a deliberate authorial choice. I could be wrong, but I am willing to stand here in my wrongness and be wrong, if I am.

Because their old method of communication was built for spies communicating with each other under surveillance,  it doesn’t work for two people on Our Own Side. Aziraphale is willing to let go of it. He wants to let go of it – the direct requests, the physical contact, "our car," "our bookshop," saying the meaning of "we're not friends" in the clear, all the reaching out he does show that. But Crowley won’t, or he can’t. He doesn’t let go of always being the one to come to the rescue, he doesn’t move into the bookshop, he’s not comfortable with direct requests, he doesn’t move forward, he doesn't listen to Aziraphale, and therefore, they lose their ability to communicate. Aziraphale, unable to make honesty work, falls back on manipulation. On transactions: I let you into the bookshop, so you have to let me into the Bentley. On scenario building: it’s a ball, dance with me. Tactic after tactic, try after try, to get Crowley to hear what he's saying. And that, more than anything, sets up the Final Fifteen.

I find myself glomming onto this reading, and there’s no getting around the fact that it’s partly because of a lifetime of being the Only Honest Person in the Room. It is nearly impossible to communicate with people who won't meet you halfway, and I have always had to contend with that, with saying exactly what I mean in plain language only to have people respond to something entirely different. Until and unless I can convince somebody to engage with my actual words, until I can stop withholding truths that I know the other person will throw in my teeth, I can never get what I need out of conversation, can never say the Right Thing. That is exactly the problem Aziraphale is having, and I feel it, nauseatingly, in my bones.

The big question is, why does Crowley not hear him? We don't know can't from won't - all we can see is doesn't. He doesn't tell Aziraphale things Aziraphale needs to know - doesn't trust the person he's always relied on with information - chooses protection over partnership, doesn't listen to him, and we don't know why.

I wish we had seen an explanation for why Crowley isn’t living in the bookshop. I think it’s tolerably obvious that Aziraphale welcomed him there and Crowley refused, or didn’t notice, or tried it and couldn’t take – something; the dust, the clutter, the neighbors wandering in and out, the terrifying sensation of getting what he wanted and having to decide what that actually means, I don’t know, and it’s important.

But we didn’t see that and people accustomed to blaming Aziraphale find it equally obvious that Crowley asked and was told no, or is waiting for an invitation that hasn’t been extended. I think we really need to know this in order to understand where they are in E1 and how they wind up in the total breakdown of communication they have at the Final Fifteen.

[maremartinelli]

DÓNDE ESTÁ EL AMOR?

Ben Barnes X fem!reader

Summary: In which Y/n and Ben are separated, but their characters in the series are not. As a result, there was a scene in which the two characters needed to reconcile, however, Y/n and Ben weren't acting at that time.

Words: 1.2K+

Warnings: Swearing, fighting, shouting (???), Ben worried and happy ending.

Author: Once again informing you that English is not my first language. I apologize for any mistakes I may have made.

MASTERLIST

When Y/n and Ben accepted the roles to act in The Punisher, they both knew that their characters would be a romantic couple throughout the series, and that this would not be a problem, the actor couple had already been dating in real life for more than two years. and they could just act normal in front of the cameras.

However, as filming for the series progressed, there were numerous obstacles that Ben and Y/n were facing in their relationship. Haters, fake betrayals and lots of fights when they got home stressed.

Which ended in a separation. They both knew it would be better this way, better for their health. But there was no way to forget it so quickly, it had been almost three years by each other's side, there was no way to forget the love of your life.

At the present time, Y/n and Ben were living in New York to finish the series, but of course, they were both in different apartments. Since now they were no longer a couple in real life.

Y/n and Ben were on the recording set, while the director told them how that scene should be done.

It was more than obvious that tension arose when the couple separated, after all, their characters were still a couple in love.

Two months had passed after their breakup, but they both looked so tired that it seemed like all the fighting, talking, and breaking up had happened the night before.

Ben was no longer happy on set. On the contrary, when he wasn't filming, he was just wandering aimlessly around the other sets on the set or reading a book that was always in his car.

Y/n wasn't any different either, her shine had gone out and whenever she had a break between scenes, she would run to the car and cry. She couldn't bear to see, record or hear Ben's voice in character without thinking about the last time they were a couple in real life.

It was the price paid for being two famous actors who were in a long-term relationship.

"Y/n, try to stay closer to the window. Because then you can turn around to face Ben" the direct man says and the actress nods. Ben makes a thumbs up with his hands and they return to their seats.

The delegate boots that Y/n wore made a noise on the set. Ben analyzes his ex-girlfriend who had her back turned, admiring everything that was on the woman's body.

The holster, the boots, the fake glasses that your character wore and the bulletproof vest. She looked beautiful in that outfit, Ben couldn't deny it. He always loved Y/n, and it wouldn't be now that he would stop.

Y/n turns around and Ben looks away before the scene begins.

"3...2...1...ACTION!!" the director shouts and they start doing the scene.

The scene they were both doing today was a fight. When they read it the night before, their chests tightened in pain, all they could think about was their last night. The fight they had before breaking up the relationship.

"Do you think it's being easy for me??" Y/ says, now as her character. "Do you think it's easy for me to listen to all the insults they say about you and not think about our relationship. Heavens Billy!!! Look what's happening to our relationship because of them" Y/n says running his hands through his hair as he walks through the living room of Ben's character's apartment. AKA Billy.

"Honey, listen!!" Billy says trying to get closer to his girlfriend. Which was played by Y/n.

"I can't, I've already heard too much. And it always starts with excuses and ends in a fight because I really don't know what's true or not." Y/n says going a little off script.

The director looks at the paper but doesn't say anything, he was enjoying how things were going. Even though Ben and Y/n weren't enjoying recording that scene.

"Billy, by Gods. I've heard so much from you and others that now I'm lost. My brain says to drink beer for breakfast so I can forget about you in my day, but my heart loves you too much to do that . Heavens!!! Where is the love that you say so much about???" Y/n shouts, making Ben wince a little.

She was a little out of control, which was making Ben worried. But he didn't want to intervene, she was just acting.

But not...

"That moon that danced for us. She's tired and now turns her back on us. That's what's happening to us Billy, look at our relationship. It's getting hidden behind black clouds like the moon on a stormy night." Y/n says shedding some tears.

It was more than obvious that this line wasn't in the script, but no one wanted to interfere. The scene was looking wonderful in the eyes of the director.

"Honey" was Ben's character's turn. Or basically Ben himself. "To hell with the outside world, nothing more matters in my life than you. You are the reason I live, every day I wake up thinking about you and every night I sleep thinking about you. I think for the first time, you should listen to your heart, we know you always believed in me, but the pressure of the world wanted you to think differently" Ben says leaving the scene completely and approaching Y/n, who was now struggling not to shed more tears than he should . Barnes places both hands on the woman's cheeks. "Let me stroke your hair again. Let me cover your chest with my chest. I will paint the sky with colors again. I will make you forget the whole world once and for all. Let me touch your mouth. Let me stop the hours. I'll paint the universe blue again and I'll make this all just a dream. Just let me come back to you and show you that this was all a nightmare that the world put on us. You were always mine, and you always will be" He he says with tears in his eyes and Y/n smiles slightly before locking lips with the actor.

That wasn't in the scene, but it gave it a real touch. Because really, everything they both said was true and they were talking about their real-life relationship, not the fictional one.

When they both felt the air running out, they both separated and the director cut the scene with claps coming from him.

"Brilliant, it seemed like no one was there acting"

Without holding back, he let the tears fall and sobs were heard loudly. The actress ran off the set and everyone looked worried.

"It's just that we weren't really acting" Last thing Ben says before running after Y/n.

The woman was no longer running, but was now walking quickly to the car in the parking lot. She didn't care if she was still wearing her character's clothes, she just wanted to get to the car and cry until the world ended.

"Y/n!!...Y/N!!" She hears Ben's voice behind her, and without thinking, her body stops where it is and turns to see her ex-boyfriend.

Ben got closer and closer and Y/n's eyes cried even more.

"I-...I'm sorry" First thing she says when Ben is facing her. "I shouldn't have given up on our relationship like I did, I really love you so much and this is all too terrible to bear." Y/n says and Barnes approaches her and wraps her in a hug.

"My sweet girl, it's okay..." she says while shedding some tears. "I also haven't been such an attentive boyfriend lately and let the outside world get in the way of our relationship. But I knew that everything I said inside was to you, not to our characters. I want you back, girl" he kisses the top of Y/n's head. "I will always want you, my sweet and beautiful girl"

Y/n cries harder against his chest, only pulling away to say a few words.

"Ben, I love you. I never stopped loving you. And I want you more than anything" Y/n says and Ben without thinking puts their lips together again.

"Let's go home, baby!! Let's go back to our house" Ben says as he wraps her in another cozy hug.

Author: God, I love this guy😭 Well, if you like the stories, please go to my profile box and request your story!!!

[jenyifer]

I had a heartwarming experience today, and I wanted to share it to remember. I never officially came out to my family; I simply started dating my girlfriend. I had previously been in a relationship with a man for three years and even considered marrying him (ugh), but I never had that conversation of "Hey, I might not be straight." Growing up in Mississippi, I was constantly teased for not conforming to traditional gender norms and not having a boyfriend. I struggled with internalized homophobia, even though my uncle is gay and my mom's favorite little brother. He's 12 years older than me. Additionally, my dad's best friend from school was gay and tragically passed away from AIDS in New York before I was born.

Despite not fearing rejection from my family due to their personal connections to the LGBTQ+ community, the anti-LGBTQ+ environment in Mississippi made me want to hide that part of myself.

So, instead of formally coming out, I just told my parents how things were and then posted photos of me and my girlfriend for the family to figure it out. Unfortunately, my parents aren't the most supportive. They unintentionally say hurtful things. Before I came out, my uncle's friends told me that lesbians are just seeking attention, even though they themselves are gay. They explained that's why they don't participate in Pride events in their small Southern towns, as they see lesbians who have families as different from them.

When my uncle found out, he was shocked and wanted to know all the details, as he had known he was gay his whole life. It's been a struggle. Over the past year, I've immersed myself in reading LGBTQ+ books, watching BL/GL series, and listening to podcasts about being queer to try to overcome my internalized homophobia and fear. I never realized how much it would mean to me to have my mom stand up for me.

So, I got my mom, sister, and uncle hooked on "House in the Cerulean Sea" by TJ Klune. They were totally into it. We're all big fans of audiobooks, and listening to it with my mom was a blast.

This time around, I decided to introduce my mom to "Wolfsong." I figured she'd dig the family dynamics, being one of seven siblings herself, and would appreciate characters like Ox and Gordo. We were right in the middle of the action-packed part where Joe Gordo Kelly and Carter take off, so I thought it would be cool to listen to it in the car with my dad.

But, of course, my dad had to chime in with his two cents, wondering why we were all so into this "gay wolf story" and questioning how women could enjoy it when they're not gay. Trying to argue with him is like talking to a brick wall. Even if he's secretly enjoying the story, he just won't admit it.

My dad is a huge fan of urban fantasy authors like Simon Green and Jim Butcher, so I thought "Wolfsong," with its intense fight scenes, might be right up his alley. But, alas, he couldn't see past his biases to give it a fair shot. Oh well, you win some, you lose some.

My mom, who has suggested in the past that finding a man and going to church would make me happy, surprised me by standing up for the book. She was visibly upset, pointing out that if the characters were of the opposite gender, my dad would probably have enjoyed it. She made it clear that the book wasn't about anything inappropriate, but rather a beautiful story that transcends gender. I was really proud and happy about her reaction. It felt like she was not just defending the book, but supporting me too. It got me thinking - maybe this is what it's like for people who come out to their families and are pleasantly surprised by the response, seeing beyond the surface.

I believe that slowly introducing my mom to things she can enjoy has started to change her in some ways. I hope that through reading these books, she can broaden her perspective. And who knows, maybe my dad will start making fewer concerning comments as a result. It's a small step, but I'm hopeful that it will lead to more understanding and acceptance in the long run.

In a world where understanding and acceptance can sometimes feel like a distant dream, witnessing my mom stand up for a book that challenged stereotypes and biases was a small victory in itself. It's moments like these that give me hope for progress and change, one step at a time. As we continue to explore new stories and perspectives together, I look forward to the growth and understanding that will undoubtedly follow. Makes me want to try even harder to expand my perspective and be a better person by reading alll the fantasy scifi queer media I can haha.

[andromedaexists]

WUPDATE: χεῖμα

Saturday, Jan 20th || Return From Death

Heyyo, long time no talk. I mentioned very briefly at the beginning of the year that I was going through some shit but I think I'm starting my slow return to the living!

tl;dr, I had a major health crisis that has still left me unable to breathe correctly 20 days later. Day one of 2024 was spent in the ER and I hope that isn't setting a tone for the rest of the year

But that's besides the point! I want to return to writing! That's my passion! and even though I've been in the throes of imposter syndrome I know that I *can* return! So I'm gonna!! Starting next week y'all are gonna get Incorrect Eyes content, including an official intro post for the religious horror novella!

Before we get that far, though, I wanna tell y'all about a holiday project I didn't announce on tumblr: χεῖμα

χεῖμα is a cozy winter get-away to a cabin in the middle of the woods with the main cast of the Call Me Icarus series. Needless to say, it's not something I normally write. But I really needed something soft and happy, so that's what a wrote!

SUMMARY

In a different life, a different world, Icarus is invited for a winter holiday to Achilles' family cabin.

What ensues is a cozy tale of mischief and shenanigans as Icarus and company get snowed in and learn to love despite the annoyances and grievances that surround them.

Χεῖμα is a non-canonical short story set in what would ostensibly be our modern world with the main cast of Δάιος. This short story does not require you to read Δάιος, but it does assume familiarity with the characters.

And with that introduction, I wanted to let y'all know that this is a FREE story available on my itchio!!! And you can add it on GoodReads!!

Another important thing to note with this work is that there are two variations: the bell pepper edition and the chili pepper edition. They are same story with the exact same story line, but the chili pepper includes a sex scene and the bell pepper does not! So if you just want a cozy, pg-13 story, you can go with the bell pepper edition and if you want to read a scene where Icarus gets eaten out as an act of worship, then you can check out the chili pepper edition!

I also wanna share some snippies as well as the art I drew for the story, so if you wanna see those check out below the cut ↓

Okay, so imma share the art first:

(yes it's formatted like a book cover. no i am not selling physical copies of this book)

And one more piece of art:

And without further ado, some snippets I really love!

This time, when Icarus looks into the living room, he’s met with an even more heavenly sight than the fireplace: his family. Patroclus and Andromeda are sitting on the couch talking animatedly to each other while Thanatos is curled up in a chair to their left typing on his laptop. Achilles is flitting around a large tree in the back corner, twirling strands of orange slices and cinnamon on it. A warm and fuzzy feeling comes over Icarus as his gaze sweeps over everyone doing their own thing. This is his family, his home. He makes his way to join them, plopping down in the other unoccupied chair across from Thanatos. It’s only as he sits down that Andromeda looks over at him, smiling. “You came!” “Of course I did,” Icarus responds as he makes himself comfortable. “You had me kidnapped!” “I didn’t kidnap you,” Apollon says, spooking Icarus. He’s a lot closer than Icarus expected, leaning his hip against the side of the oversized chair Icarus is curled up in. “I showed up at your place and asked if you were ready to go. You willing got into my car. That’s not kidnapping.” “I think it counts,” Icarus grumbles, sinking further down into the chair.

And another snippet:

Icarus wakes up the next morning bundled in blankets with a hand running through his hair. He groans, but does not move. This is heaven, right here curled up in an isolated cabin with his ex-best friend playing with his hair. “Good morning, Birdie. Sleep well?” All Icarus can do in response is shush him. He’s not ready to be awake, not ready to face whatever it is that’s going on between the two of them. Apollon laughs and his hand stills. “I didn’t want to wake you up, but Andromeda stopped by a bit ago and said they made lunch. Whenever you wanna get up, we can eat.” But Icarus doesn’t want to get up. Ever. This is his own personal paradise, he would rather eat glass.

One more?

“What happened, is everyone alright?” Apollon asks, his voice panicked as he slides into the view. Icarus can see the moment he realizes that everything is fine, the worry melts off his face and the tension in his shoulders drops. Icarus smiles up at him, dropping his hand as he says, “Yeah, I just came to wake Meda up.” “You fucking dick! You gave me a fucking heart attack!” they respond, throwing their pillow at the side of Icarus’ head. He catches it, the action reigniting his laughter at the situation. Maybe they were right. Maybe the one thing Icarus needed to do was just exist for once, let loose and breathe outside of the rebellion. As the day crawls by in cozy comfort, Icarus realizes that this is what he’s always wanted. A home.

Ah fuck it, one more to explain the pancake sticker:

As Icarus turns into the kitchen he finds his distraction: Achilles standing at the stove. The kid looks thoroughly distraught as smoke and a pungent burning smell rises from the pan in front of him. Without thinking, Icarus swoops in and grabs the pan before rushing to the front door and dumping the whole thing in the snow. “I see you tried to make breakfast,” he says, turning back towards the kitchen. Now that he’s not worries about the burning food, he can see that the kid got out all the ingredients to make pancakes. And man, do pancakes sound delightful. “Yeah, I uh,” Achilles says, his voice thick with emotion. “I wanted to make breakfast for everyone like you did yesterday.” “That sounds great, looks like you got all the stuff for pancakes. Why don’t we make another batch?”

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[pascaloverx]

Hit The Road

Chapter Seven

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Summary: You are a hunter of supernatural beings who is forced to experience a new reality: being a vampire. The only thing stronger than your thirst for blood is your thirst for revenge.

Author's note: the characters mentioned here were created by Kevin Williamson and Julie Plec, based on the book series of the same name by author L. J. Smith. They don't belong to me. That said, this fanfic will be short. This fanfic may address scenes of violence, inappropriate language and adult content. Minors should not interact with this story. In this chapter there will be some flashbacks, whenever the lettering style is different; it will be a memory. Also some information here is not in the order of the series or the same way it happened in the series. I'm changing some things to fit the fanfic story. Hope you like it!

You're standing in front of Stefan's car while he's talking to Caroline on the phone. It took about twenty minutes for him to convince her to go get the cure for werewolf. The name Klaus Mikaelson is said a few times during the conversation between Caroline and Stefan. It seems that she finds it curious that Stefan wants her to go after Klaus when she was involved only a short time ago romantically with Stefan. You can't help but think that if Caroline didn't seem to like you when she thought you was involved with Damon, imagine when she finds out that you slept with her ex?

"Caroline, this is much bigger than you and me. It's about saving the lives of two people, one of them is my brother and your best friend's ex. If you can soften Klaus' heart, I would appreciate it." Stefan speaks softly, like he's not nervous but his hands have been shaking since he rescued me and saw the werewolf bite. You are curious about why your imminent death disturbs this Salvatore's mind so much. Maybe he is remembering you, and the past you lived together.

"Thank you so much for agreeing to help, I owe you one. And tell Tyler that I'm in the middle of the highway where I found Damon's car and Y/N. " Stefan speaks seconds before ending the call, while you are standing outside the car admiring the bite mark becomes increasingly ugly on your arm. Your arm hurts like you're burning inside, and it doesn't look the best. You're trying to stay strong, you want to find Damon and help Stefan.

"Do you think she'll be able to talk this guy Mikaelson into helping us?" You ask a little suspicious that someone so powerful would help you in exchange for nothing.

"He will probably ask for something in return, you must be prepared. I don't know if he doesn't know you, if he does You'll probably owe him. But don't worry, I'll do my best to cover you in this." Stefan says, with a confidence that you admire. Maybe his brother and you will end up dying today but he seems to really believe we're going to get out of this.

"Listen, if we don't have another chance... I want you to know that I remembered you. I actually remembered us." You say with a little hope that he will remember you. You don't know how, or why you want him to look at you and say he recognizes you, but you deeply desire that Stefan remember what you felt for each other.

"What exactly did you remember?" Stefan asks, not seeming confused or lost. It appears he wants to know what you recalled because he's curious. Could he have started to believe that you both shared a romance?

"I remembered that you and I had a passion. Something somewhat forbidden because we got involved after I had been with your brother, but I feel like I truly wanted you. My heart seems to remember you more than my memory can convey." You respond hesitantly. You fear he may not have felt the same way or that he may never remember you.

"I also remembered something. You and I in a forest, bathing in a waterfall or something similar. It was like I could feel that moment, as if being with you made me feel alive." Stefan speaks, looking directly at you while he's crouched on the ground, checking the tire, and you're standing with your arms crossed in front of the car.

"I would really like to die knowing how much you meant to me..." You say softly, almost as if speaking to yourself. However, Stefan stands up immediately, facing you. You try to avoid Stefan's gaze by looking away, but he places both hands on your face, directing your gaze back to him.

Stefan doesn't wait another second and passionately kisses you, as if he wants this moment to be unforgettable. You respond to the kiss, running your hands through Stefan's hair. You end up climbing on top of the car, with your legs wrapped around Stefan's waist. At that moment you realized that you missed him, you missed his body close to yours, you missed feeling like he wanted you. The kiss is only interrupted when you hear the sound of a car approaching. Stefan looks over his head and sees someone he knows, as he waves at the person to come closer.

"What's the plan to find your bloodsucking brother?" A man speaks coming towards the two of us as we compose ourselves. When you are about to say something, you feel a weakness take over you, while your conscience drifts away. You lose your breath as you feel your body fall to the ground.

"Love is not something we choose, Stefan. Obviously, I didn't choose to love you and your brother. So don't you dare call me confused." you shout as you angrily walk into the cabin. Stefan is right behind you, trying to hold you back. You slam the cabin door in his face. He follows you into the cabin and you regret the day you let him into it.

"You didn't let me finish talking, but between you and me, it's at least strange that you're in love with me and him. You said yourself that you would never do that." Stefan says while holding your arm, trying to turn you towards him. But you take the wooden stake and it almost sticks in his chest.

"You compared me to the doppelgangers, and then what do you want me to do, suck you under a tree to celebrate the fact that you think I like all this?" You speak furiously but Stefan doesn't take you seriously. He smiles maybe because you mentioned a blowjob or maybe because he likes to irritate you.

"I love it when you get angry and say something dirty like it's nothing. It's just that you don't know what it's like to know that you'll hardly be loved by a woman without her loving your brother." Stefan says, his tone revealing a mix of frustration and vulnerability.

"I love you. Even though it would be easier not to. It would be easier to love your brother and stick to the agreement you and I made to sleep together without getting attached. I'll love you even while loving your brother. Because you're worth the risk. I'm sorry if this isn't ideal for you." You finish speaking with such intensity that you don't feel the tears streaming down your face, but you know you're crying.

"You didn't understand. As bad as it might be, even in hell, your love would be one of the best things that ever happened to me." Stefan says, wiping away your tears. You look at him with such sincerity that you get lost in Stefan's gaze. You then lean in to kiss him. You want him, and even though it's wrong, you want to keep making this mistake.

You wake up again in Stefan's car, in the passenger seat. You're on a dark road that seems to be in the middle of nowhere. You slowly lift your head, feeling a pain coursing through your entire body. Stefan looks apprehensive, even though he's focused on the road. You finally turn fully towards him to let him know that you've regained consciousness.

"You blacked out for an hour, which is quite impressive for a vampire. You also mumbled things, as if dreaming about me, and seemed really upset, so I thought it best to let you rest." Stefan says, glancing sideways at you. His gaze carries a mix of concern and relief as he continues driving along the dark road.

"These visions, when mixed with a bite that's slowly killing me, can be incredibly intense. I almost feel like I'm human again." You say, adjusting yourself in the car seat, while a strange taste lingers in your mouth, as if someone fed you blood while you were unconscious.

"They must have been really intense; you were thrashing against the car seat. I told you it was better for you to stay home." Stefan says, sounding concerned. You find it a bit overprotective but romantic. He keeps driving, maintaining a watchful gaze on the dark road ahead, the worry lingering in his eyes.

"And who will protect you while you play the hero? If I'm going to die, let it be helping what might have been the great loves of my life." You add, the weight of the situation evident in your words. Stefan's expression softens, realizing the gravity of your sacrifice.

The car comes to a sudden stop, startling you. Stefan, who was following the car in front of you, seems to brace for the worst. You realize the warehouse in front of you must be the place where Damon is. Stefan prepares to get out of the car, while you struggle unsuccessfully to exit.

"Stefan, the door is locked. I hope you're not planning on leaving me here." You almost shout, using all the strength you have to try and exit the car with your vampire abilities. Whether it's weakness from the bite or not fully recovering from your fall, you seem unable to get out.

Stefan looks at you, murmuring a "sorry" as if it could make a difference. The humiliation fuels your anger, giving you the willpower to make another attempt at escaping the car. This guy Tyler seems to be helping Stefan with this situation. But something in you says you need to go there. Maybe it's death warning you that you need to go to the Salvatore brothers. You concentrate enough to kick Stefan's car door away. You feel like your strength is fading but you resist. Damon and Stefan need you, that's what your conscience says.

When you enter the warehouse Stefan is holding a werewolf by the neck and breaking its neck. Tyler is beating up two other werewolves, while Damon...

Damon is bleeding, trapped in what appears to be two bear traps, he has blood marks all over his body. His expression is one of pain, you feel like your heart would break just looking at him. One werewolf continues to torture him, using a wooden weapon and piercing Damon. You don't see anything in front of you, you just kill what appears in front of you. When you finally get to Damon, stick the gun that the werewolf was using it to hurt Damon and shoves it down the werewolf's throat. Damon looks at you with passion, and for the first time since you rediscovered him after losing your memory, you feel that Damon truly loves you.

"You kept your promise..." Damon murmurs, almost breathless. You release him from the trap, and he roars in pain. Offering your shoulder for support, you help him lean on you.

"What promise?" Is all you manage to say before seeing an arrow pierce Damon's abdomen.A werewolf shot that arrow to hit you but Damon got in front. He fell to the ground as blood came out of his mouth. You fear that Damon will die, you don't want to lose his love. When you kneel on the floor and see Damon agonizing in pain, you feel like your world is rocked. You knock the arrow out of Damon and shout to Stefan, who can give Damon his blood to drink. You look at Damon, who seems to be recovering from the arrow. You got the feeling as if a weight is leaving your shoulder. And then in the midst of it all you feel something warm come out of your nose when you touch it; see blood. And then you loses consciousness.

"Marry me?" Damon suggests, as you stand there waiting for him to explain why he's standing in front of your cabin in the middle of the night.

"You just came from a date with your girlfriend, and now you want to marry your second option?" You say, still recovering from your interrupted sleep.

"I was with my EX-girlfriend at a ball that I committed to attend long before breaking up with her, but that's not the point. I can't get you out of my head and my heart. So, marry me." Damon says, his voice holding a mix of sincerity and urgency as he awaits your response.

"Marriage for what reason? You're not even a human, for God's sake." You say, finding it hard to believe that this is happening now.

"Because you're human, and I want that commitment with you. I'll repeat, marry me?" Damon insists, his gaze fixed on you with a sense of determination.

"I do, Damon. If you want me to say I accept you in sickness and in health, even though you won't get sick. I promise to be by your side in richness and in poorness, but as you're a vampire, you must be rich. And all of this until death do us part. But death has already parted us, so..." Before you can finish, he interrupts you with a kiss.

"Do you promise to sacrifice your life if I need help?" Damon adds, as if he's truly conducting a wedding ceremony.

"I promise. Do you promise to protect me from anything that tries to harm me?" You say, looking at him, totally enchanted.

"I promise. I guess we're husband and wife now. You're a Salvatore and I am your husband." Damon says, kissing you intensely and entering the cabin with you.