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aviradasa · 27 days

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I got you 🖤 to make this authentic I smoked a fat ass blunt just for you anyways I did the characters you requested plus a few extra and I decided to do small HC/ drabbles cause I have to many imagines atm 🤣 anyways also I added nuada from hellboy 2 cause he's pookie all the way @horny4bj-blog

Characters included:

Hellboy (2004)

Prince nuada ( hellboy 2, 2008)

Daryl (Alexandria timeline)

Sam (supernatural)

Dean (supernatural)

Castiel (supernatural

Lucifer (supernatural)

Let's get startedddd

Different characters react to you stoned/couch-logged

Hellboy:

Honestly was not surprised when he walked into him room one day to it smelling entirely of weed. Honestly he was mostly impressed because not only did it smell. But when the door opened all that came out was smoke.

Like damn.

When he went to venture further he was also not surprised when he saw you sprawled out on the couch with like 6 cats laying on you.

You didnt register him calling your name until he threw a candybar at your face

This is pretty much how it went

“Hey???” “…” “Hellooo??” “…” “Hey!” “Ow fuck what do you want.” you say as you open the candy bar and take a bite

Honestly he doesn't really care but he expects you to share you weed with him. If you don't he will lowkey just take it without asking and deal with you later. (no he won't pay you back hes always magically broke when you ask him to 😒)

As for you being on the couch he tells you to move over. If you don't he moves you himself.

He finds it funny to mess with you when you get to the point when you think everything is in slow motion And your basically not registering anything the way your supposed to

Like one time yall played Uno. And you were at the point you couldn't even read the cards and you were slumped over leaning on the back of the couch like a corpse thinkin the number 6 was the funniest shit on earth

And what did he do.convinced you to give him your cards so he could read them to you.in your state you agreed. That prick (this is based off a true story i have a lot of these adafia if you see this. Fuck you I should have one that game 🖕)

Yeah naw i dont have much for him he's just an asshole who also smokes so he don't really care yall end up watching a lot of movies though.

Nuada:

Now he's interesting with this idea lmao

He's confused as fuck cause he don't really do shit that could alter his mind, he want to stay sharp and ready for anything (boring fuckaaaa)

He at first acts like a disappointed mother

“ now why would you go and do this to yourself knowing what we have to do.” “because I'm a whole ass adult and it makes it more fun.” “that's besides the point (name)” part of a real argument yall had at one point

Yeah like don't get me wrong he doesn't hate weed he just thinks it makes you act dumb

He's lowkey right though

But anyways back to the prompt. When he walks in and your just spaces out in your bed he just shakes his head and goes to do what he needs to do.

If you are logged somewhere is his way this man with nudge/kick you with his foot until you move and if you don't he will just use his foot to roll you out of the way.

He acts like he doesn't care and to be frank he doesn't have the energy to put into caring about something so dumb so he leaves you alone.

But then there was the one time that he accidentally ate an edible.

He took that shit like a champ though and was able to function decently, but for the most part he was just chillin just silently staring off into space

He says he would never do that again. But you decide not to say anything when you notice some of your edibles missing.

Bro thinks he's slick 🤣🤣

Sam:

Ok gonna be honest his brother is dean. Need I say more

He knows what to do he pulls up with the munchies and some red box movie

If your slumped on the couch this man will sit on the floor

Y'all can talk for hours even if he is sober

Or you pass out from him typing on the computer cause I mean that sound is just relaxing.

Honestly don't have much for him he's just a chill guy

Dean:

He don't walk in

He's slumped with you on the other side of the couch

He eats all the damn munchies

He refuses to watch anything besides old Scooby doo reruns.

(he has a crush on the hex girls)

He's literally just a grown up child when he's high (not much different then normal)

Yall are laughing high people

The jokes are hilarious

Cass

He walks in and sees you on the couch looking half dead and he's confused

Like really confused

“Are you ok?” “huh?” are you ok??” “HUH??” “nevermind.”

He doesn't know what to do so he does nothing 😭😭

If you ask he will get you snacks

He's kinda hard to talk to so if you are laughing its at him not knowing anything

(these are getting short cause of my beautiful bong so its not my fault blame daisy that's my bongs name.)

Lucifer:

Ok let be honest here

He's lucifer he's hilarious

If you wanna feel like your gonna suffocate from laughing then he's your guy

He doesn't even try to be funny he just says out of pocket shit.

All the time

I haven't seen much of his character yet but he's already a favorite

I don't think he would light up with you unless you peer pressure him

Yes you have to peer pressurethe damn devil to smoke the devils lettuce with you.

If yall do he just spaces in and out while your on your phone on that couch unmoving

But during this spacing in and out he just says weird shit

I dare you to show him the dark crystal afterwords tho just trust me.

Daryl:

This man could not give less of a fuck

He's used to seeing people on all sorts of shit so some weed don't scare him

He just goes about his day

He will sit and chat with you

He's a horrible high sitter tho

If you get to high he's your worst nightmare

Will throw fake spiders and shit at you knowing your on that couch to see you jump

He's lowkey funny tho 🤣

He might smoke with you once in awhile

It's rare tho he's more of a drinker

Anyways that's all for today hope you enjoyed dis shitz

Edit: sorry I sounded like a fuckin idiot here also sorry I forgot Crowley and carol 😭😭 I wrote for nuada took a break forgot it was nuada and gaslit myself into thinking I wrote for Crowley 🤣🤣

didnt mean to but its really late and I'm to lazy to write for them rn so I hope you enjoy what I got down please forgive me🖤🖤 also sorry nuadas there you didnt ask for him I was just living it up with daisy at that moment.

#hellboy #prince nuada #sam winchester #dean winchester #castiel #lucifer supernatural #daryl dixon #mary #jane #devils #lettuce #girls who smoke weed #weedlife

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im-like-if-a-girl · 3 years

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*THE* mean-girl-dean-girl's Supernatural reboot MEGAPOST!

I'm gonna stick a little "keeping reading" here because hoooooo boy, this is a very long post.

Let's start with

Plot

Season 1

Dean kills John while they are out on a hunt in a crime of passion, but Dean doesn't remember because he blacked out. Cue Dean going to Stanford to get Sam and tell him "Dad's on a hunting trip... and he hasn't been home in a couple days."

The audience doesn't know what happened to John, but slowly figures it out with Dean and Sam as Dean slowly remembers what happened that night.

The entire first season, the boys are following the trail John left and fighting monsters as well. They find out Dean was with John, Sam realizes Dean has an unreliable memory, they have heart to hearts about their childhood and the fire, they find John's body, "how could you kill Dad?" but maybe Dean didn't kill dad, whooaaaaaa, misdirection.

It was actually good ole yeller eyes (Azazel) and he made it look like Dean killed John.

Okay, now let's move on to the first episode

Not sure how the opening would work, I would like the story of the fire to be revealed over the course of the first season, but maybe the opening scene could be a little bit of an establishing character relationships and backstory, idk, I haven't thought that far yet.

I'm thinking maybe it's like, Dean gets back to a motel room covered in blood and he listens to a voicemail on his phone from John saying he was on a hunt or something, I don't really know lol.

HOWEVER

I do know that after the intro rolls, we get a scene of Sam waking up to his alarm and "Nine to Five" by Dolly Parton starts playing.

Y'all know where this is going.

Cue a montage of Sam's normal Stanford college life (him sitting through lectures, walking through the campus with friends) spliced with scenes of Dean absolutely slaughtering a nest of vampires (or some other monsters, whatever works best.)

But

Now onto

Characters!!! (And descriptions)

Dean Winchester

Some lovely person on this site made edits of Dean with platinum blond hair and it made me feel some kind of way so we're doing that, homie's gonna have platinum blond hair

Side note about the hair, later when the brothers are running from the FBI he dyes it a dirty blond/light brown (insert jackles hair color controversy here) as a disguise.

He also gets tattoos because we were robbed.

Speaking of tattoos, concept: when Dean comes back from Hell, all of his tattoos are gone. His body is a clean slate, devoid of tattoos, scars, etc. So he gets his tattoos done all over again, which he doesn't mind because he made some bad, drunk tattoo decisions in his youth.

(And before you ask, yes, he does get one for Cas, either a bee or Cas's name in enochian, something cute.)

Dean goes to therapy after Sam gets sent to the Cage.

It's actually court mandated because he got in trouble, lol, he would never go to therapy on his own.

Along with the hair, Dean gets to be the grade A twunk we all know he is.

Sam Winchester

His hair gets longer in every scene he's in

No jk, but imagine

King of Microaggressions

Sam starts off like the sweetheart he is in season 1 but in later seasons he starts enjoying killing a little too much...

It's that demon blood, ba-by!!!

He brings up issues of morality to Dean, i.e. killing monsters who aren't hurting anyone. (Yes I know this is contradictory to my previous statement, but these two facets of Sam can and will coexist.)

Sam and Jess's relationship is explored further, meaning we'll need to start with a different inciting incident, but that's fine, I think everyone can agree fridgings are *(thumbs down)*

Sam doesn't truly know what happened the night of the fire until later, and then he understands why Dean is so protective of him.

Jess

She gets to live beyond the first episode

She is also trans

No, I don't feel like I have to explain myself and I won't 💜

She urges Sam to join Dean in a search for their brother, kind of gets pulled into the hunter lifestyle by association lol.

She dies on a rusty nail after fighting vampires on a routine hunt with Sam

No jk!!!

But imagine....

She's amazing and I love her and Lucifer also uses her as leverage against Sam and possesses her because I think that'd be cool.

She supports Sam 100% and also she and Dean are buddies, pals if you will.

She meets Cas Thee El and immediately she Knows, that is a homosexual.

She dies still so that we can have a Saileen Endgame but she's not dying the first episode or in a fridging. Not on my watch.

Castiel

He gets to keep his raw, light-fixture-exploding power.

I want more of that "I pulled you out of hell, I can throw you back in" energy except over dumb shit like Dean not cleaning up after himself.

He looks like a Dilf in every scene he's in, yeah, that's right, dilf with a capital D for *(GUNSHOTS)* *(gets sent to horny jail)*

Claire

She gets pink hair

And more time with Cas

And maybe a nose piercing

Feel like she should be able to kill a couple angels onscreen, punch a couple homophobes

She gets to meet Jack and teaches him swears and fun slang words.

She deserves it.

Jack

I says "that's my baby and I'm proud."

Jack starts off as a baby, but like Amara he grows up super quickly.

Like, baby to 11 year old in a couple days or less.

This is because Jack's emotional age on the show is on par with that of a 5th grader.

It's at this point when he's a young kid that he runs away from the Bunker and shenanigans ensue.

It's also at this point that Dean threatens to k*ll him.

(Still not sure if I want that in my Supernatural (threatened infanticide? In my Supernatural? It's more likely than you think) but we'll see. We'll see.)

Throughout a majority of season 13, Jack is like an 11 y.o. kid

Season 14 he's like a 16 y.o. teenager

Season 15 he's 21, you get the picture.

Listen, I love Alex Calvert a lot. He's great.

But Jack is a child and should be a child.

Kelly Kline

Kelly, baby, stay right where you are, you're perfect.

Eileen

SHE DOESN'T DIE

SHE GETS TO BE IN THE FINALE BECAUSE SHE'S AMAZING AND I LOVE HER.

BLURRY WIFE WHO? I ONLY KNOW SAILEEN ENDGAME!

She teaches Claire and Jack swears in sign-language. Castiel is not impressed.

John

J*hn W*nchester stans, DNI.

He's dead.

We only see him in flashbacks and only sometimes hear his voice in voice overs.

He's not "down the road" from Dean in Heaven, in fact he instead gets to wander around in some Purgatory like Hell for the rest of his time :)

People who get to say "fuck" on the show:

Cas (but only Once)

Jody

Bobby

Now onto other things

I want more of

Ghostfacers

(they need more screentime because I love them)

Dean/Benny

We know they had a thing.

They definitely had a thing.

Demon Dean

Again, I feel like more should've been done with this. All that build up for what, 2 episodes? was not utilized well at all.

Dean's Bisexuality

Straight Dean truthers DNI, my Supernatural is a show about love and being true to yourself

You think Supernatural is a show about 2 straight brothers fighting monsters?

Naw bitch, this is a show about the Gay Experience

He will get to have relations with men on this show.

Of course, only after John dies does he, y'know, display it. Maybe he kisses Cas on his dad's grave just to fuck John over, make him roll in grave.

We all agree John would be/is a homophobe piece of shit, right?

Okay, glad we're on the same page.

Dads

3 men and a baby with Jack is what I'm saying.

I love it when the Trio are father-figures to younger troubled characters they see themselves in, even better if it's like reluctant-but-loving father figure, oh, that trope gets me every time :'^)

Dadstiel and DadDean are my favorites, but I like it when Sam plays "Uncle Sam" to kids too lol.

"Fellas, is it gay to want a tight knit family with your husband, his son, his vessel's daughter, your brother, his wife, your cop mother figure and her wife and their adopted daughters? Asking for a friend."

Garth

Biggest flaw of Supernatural was underutilizing Garth.

I will never not be bitter that Garth was only in like, 7 episodes out of the whole 15 season series.

Every episode with Garth gets immediately 5 times better.

I love Garth.

Follow ups on characters who had entire episodes featured around them and then just... vanished???

This is mostly about Jesse, the magic kid whose imagination ruled an entire town like, his daddy was a demon and nothing came of that kid??? Only one episode about him?? No follow up???

KID CAN MANIPULATE REALITY AND WE'RE NOT GONNA GET A FOLLOW UP ON THAT?????

Uh, there was that one episode with Ennis the guy whose girlfriend was killed by a monster? I think?? Who we never see again, that was weird.

Tamara from season 3, episode 1.

And of course-

Cassie

She was so cool, and then we never saw her again :////

She gets to be a badass.

Religious imagery

As a former Catholic school student who has become for the most part, disillusioned with religion, religious imagery in TV shows like Supernatural make my brain go "brrrrrr."

Fun episodes!!!

Like, after season 6 or so, there's a drop in funny episodes

I'm talking Changing Channels, The French Mistake type stuff. (Scoobynatural is an outlier and should not be counted.)

So anyway

In my version we would have more fun episodes

I'm thinking

GENDER-SWAP EPISODE, BABY!!

(why they didn't do that in the original, we'll never know.)

An episode where Dean gets to wear eyeliner

That's it, end of post.

I want less

Racism

Yeah I feel like this is self explanatory, nearly every reoccurring character in SPN is white, and black side characters normally die in the episode they first appear in, or they'll be featured as a villain (Uriel, Raphael, Billie, etc)

Also there's a lot of... uh... asian fetishism featured in the show (what with "Busty Asian Beauties) that's really gross, also Kevin was a bit of a stereotype...

Also also it's super yucky how they kill the gods from other religions like???? Uh??? That's super disrespectful, let's not do that????

I know Supernatural is like, inherently racist because monsters are a separate race that are seen as some dangerous "other" that must be eradicated by hunters in a form of genocide-

Okay we won't get into that but

Still

Stop killing all your POC

Fridgings/Unecessary murders of female characters

I know Supernatural starts with a fridging, so this will be a hard thing to remedy, but

One death that really pissed me off was the death of Charlie

Yeah, that was pointless and we're not doing that. Charlie gets to live and be an awesome aunt to Jack.

And also Claire

Charlie Bradbury Superiority

Charlie and Garth get to meet because they're nerd/geek solidarity.

British Men of Letters

I fucking hate these guys

They're "litcherally" the worst.

The worst part is that the actors they have playing the British AREN'T. EVEN. BRITISH.

And you can tell

Uh, and that's all for now, I'll add more later.

tag list for people who liked my "if this post gets one like I'll post my SPN reboot masterpost" post.

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Thank you for the support, hope the wait was worth it.

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trollcafe · 4 years

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(See You At Your) Funeral

Length: 1905 Words TW: Alcohol Ment at the beginning, but never again. Otherwise, none. Brief: Leuken and Miykie/Maldov talk to Magnus after he ditches Romune. Credits: Leuken is @/the-lime-gangs Here’s the song I listened to while writing this!

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After leaving Romune’s hive, Magnus couldn’t bear to face his squadron. Not just yet. He decided to hunker down in a grimy hotel until the next night. He had expected to get terribly drunk on cheap hotel alcohol, but all he ended up doing was lie on the gritty bed and stare at the ceiling. He didn’t remember falling asleep. He did remember his alarm going off bright and early, as it always had for work. With a groan, he sat up to face the music.

The dock where the ship rested was bustling with trolls. Magnus didn’t look at any of them. He had learned a long time ago to simply mind his own when he walked. While his head was held high, his gaze was on the floor in front of him. He didn’t stop when familiar trolls said his name in greeting. He stepped onto the ship, the same ship he had been on ever since joining the Fleet, and made his way directly for his office.

Yvatte, one of the younger rusts on the squadron, attempted to say hello as Magnus walked past. When he was subsequently ignored, he turned to Zakrai with a puzzled expression. The older bronze patted his shoulder and shook his head.

Magnus threw open the door to his office. Maldov, who was seated in Magnus’ desk chair, jumped as the door slammed. Leuken, who leaned back in his chair, simply glowered. Magnus looked down at the two rusts and found himself growing angry. First off, how dare Maldov sit in his chair. And how dare Leuken look at him with such a sour expression. Bastards.

Magnus pointed towards the open door. "Get off the ship. Go hive. I have work to do."

Leuken didn’t move. He narrowed his eyes at the taller purple and leaned forward slightly, "Naw. Somethin's up, Magnus. You never fuckin' slam that door. What the fuck'd'y'do?" Leuken’s expression softened slightly. He leaned back in his seat as Magnus was silent, "I ain' acting as your little soldier right now. I'm actin as your friend. A son."

This just upset Magnus further. Leuken was nothing more than a soldier, he had no right to act as a friend. Magnus didn’t have friends. This was the Fleet, dammit, if you have friends then they’re destined to die. Or get blown up and go AWOL until your squadron so rudely pushes you to reunite. Oops. Magnus stood up straight and folded his arms over his chest. He made himself appear taller and bigger, it was an age old intimidation tactic he had learned when he was younger. Finally came to good use.

"That's none of your business. You are not my friend, you're part of my squadron, and right now you're on leave. I repeat, Petty Officer."

"Really? You're going to puff up at me?" Leuken scoffed in disbelief.

Maldov anxiously reached across the desk and lightly tugged on Leuken’s sleeve. He muttered something too soft for Magnus to hear. Leuken disregards this entirely. With horror growing on his face, Maldov watches Leuken stand up and up to Magnus. Leuken was only a few inches shorter than the purple but the way Magnus looked down at him made Maldov worried. There were practically flames in his gaze.

There were literal flames at Leuken’s fingertips. Keeping his fire psionics contained proved to be difficult when he was angry.

"I'm not scared of you like the others are. You're clearly fucking angry over something, and you need to calm the hell down. Did you fucking ditch him? Did you Magnus?" Leuken’s voice raised in pitch as he grew angrier. While he cared about his sergeant, he couldn’t believe what he had done. Silence settled around them, only proving what Leuken said to be true. As Leuken spoke, the yellows in Magnus’ eyes turned orange.He lifted his chin to further accentuate his height. Maldov nervously looked down at the desk. There were only a few pens; nothing that could stop the sergeant from hurting Leuken.

"What I did is none of your concern. Are you defying orders, Leuken?" Magnus tilted his head slightly, raising a brow. He didn’t use Leuken’s official title, giving the rust a chance to back down before he wrote him up. But even as he stood there, glaring down at the rust, Magnus knew Leuken was right to be angry. A seed of doubt had rooted in his chest and was starting to grow.

"You ditched him, and you denying it is all I need to know. Whatever Magnus. Throw your chance away. You have a choice this time on whether to leave him or not." Leuken hesitated for a moment, letting his words sink in. Then he left the office, brushing past Magnus. As he walked by, his psionics singed the corner of Magnus’ uniform.

Before Leuken was completely gone, Magnus finally broke. He could feel what little confidence he had deflate as quickly as a balloon.

“You wouldn’t understand.” He felt like a wriggler for saying that. How could Leuken understand? He didn’t abandon his mate. Magnus’ eyes settled on Maldov, who was still sitting in his chair. Bastard, sitting in HIS chair. Who did he think he was?

Leuken stopped in the doorway. He looked over his shoulder, calmer now, "He remembers you, Magnus. I saw it when I showed him that picture of you.” He paused for a moment to gather his thoughts. Magnus was silent and refused to look at him. "I think I would. I thought Miykie was dead for sweeps. I'm returning the favor, Magpie. Take the chance." With that, Leuken finally left. He returned to the bunkers. The rest of the squadron knew better than to question him on what just happened.

Maldov looked up at Magnus. He had two options: run away to Leuken like a scared wriggler or fix this disaster. Magnus narrowed his eyes as Maldov leaned back in the desk chair. He folded his hands behind his head, kicked his feet up on the desk and raised a brow. Magnus hesitated for a moment before closing the door to the office. Part of him wanted to beat the absolute shit out of Maldov. But instead, he took a seat in one of the smaller chairs in front of the desk. He rested his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands.

“I fucked up, Molly.”

“Aye, boss.”

“How do I fix this?” Magnus looked up slightly, dragging his hands down his face. When he looked at Maldov, the rust just shrugged.

“...’how do y’ think y’ fix it, aye?”

Magnus glowered at Maldov. The desire to smack him came back. “You’re no fuckin’ help.”

“Tsk tsk, I’m more help than y’think. Y’know how yer gunna fix it. Lu be damned. So, Boss, I repeat, ‘ow you gunna fix this?” Maldov watched Magnus closely.

“I can’t be with him Molly. He deserves better than that. He deserves someone who’s gunna look for him if he goes missin’. Someone who’d be there. I’m stuck on a ship constantly. I only got approved t’ come back on planet to check on Officer Leuken.”

“So don’t be wit him. But be there fer ‘im. Besides, didja even give it a shot?” Maldov laughed softly, bitterly, “You didn’ come in ‘ere lookin’ like you jus spent the day with the love of yer life.”

Magnus was silent.

Maldov sat up, putting his feet back flat on the ground. He leaned against the desk and folded his hands together.

“Magnus, ‘ere’s what yer gunna do. Aye? Y’ listenin’?” Maldov waited for Magnus to nod, “Okay, good. Yer gunna go back to that blasted blueblood. ‘N yer gunna apologize. Not some shitty ‘sorry aye ditched ye’ sorta shit, nay, yer gunna be genuine wit that man. Now I know Rom, ‘e’s a nice fellow. So if ‘e’ll ‘ave ya, yer gunna stick wit him. Give it a shot.”

“And what if it doesn’t work? What if the guilt is too much to bear?” Magnus’ voice was soft.

“Then you leave.” Maldov nodded. He was silent afterwards. That was it. The end of the Molly pep-talk. Magnus waited a moment to let Molly’s words really settle. Then he nodded and stood up slowly. He felt his knees crack as he stood. Disgusting. He stared at Maldov for a moment longer, the rust looking back at him expectedly. His eyes said it all.

Magnus turned and left, leaving the door to the office open. He headed straight for the bunkers. Leuken laid on his bunk, back to the door. Magnus crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe. He cleared his throat. Leuken sat up slowly and turned to him.

"Well? You going to give up on it?" Leuken raised a brow as he spoke.

Magnus raised a brow as well. He had to tell himself to not scold Leuken for being so rude, it wasn’t the time. After a moment, he finally spoke, "Stay here for a few more days. But don't let the squad sit and do nothing. Offer to organize the weapons bunker. That should keep y'all entertained- and on Deadbite's good side- until I get back."

"...alright." Leuken stood slowly and paused to stretch. He walked up to Magnus with a mischievous grin, "Don't ever puff up to me again. You look stupid, Magpie." With that final word, Leuken returned to the office where Maldov sat.

Magus heaved a sigh. He pushed off the door frame before noticing the rest of the crew watching him. His brow furrowed in annoyance. Rotten kids.

“The fuck are you lookin’ at me for? Get to work.” Despite his bitter expression, his tone was soft. The crew scrambled away to make themselves busy.

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After the asteroid belt the ship had gone through, Magnus knew it would stay on Alternia for a while. He had plenty of time to return to that beaten down hotel for a couple days. Just long enough for him to think. He didn’t consider what would happen when he went back to Romune, if the blueblood would even accept him. He just knew Maldov was right, he had to go back. He had to try. At least give it a chance.

Magnus gave Romune no warning. He decided, in the middle of the night, that he was finally brave enough to head over to Romune’s once more. The hotel wasn’t far from his hive, and luckily Magnus remembered the way. The night was brisk. His uniform jacket barely kept him warm enough. Stopping to grab flowers crossed his mind. But Romune was never the cheesy type, not how Magnus remembered him.

His thoughts were empty as he stood before the blueblood’s hive once more. The air, while cold, was still. He couldn’t even hear the river behind the hive. He heard nothing but his own pusher beating steadily in his chest. Like a drum. It felt as if the damn thing would jump through his throat at any moment.

Magnus swallowed the last bit of pride he had and went to knock on the door. The painfully familiar sound of the lock switching made him freeze right before his balled fist made contact. He stared down at the door handle with wide eyes. His pusher sped up when he tested the door knob.

It was unlocked.

#ghost.art #drabbles #magnus cynict #miykie fannie #miykie's fucking accent RUINS this.#posting at 11:30pm? on a wednesday?#more likely than u think #i also changed what song this was abt. like 30 times.

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taterjoseph · 5 years

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Ebony x Erik Pt 3

Nandi

“Ma,” her whispered voice echoed through the house. Having found a note next to her pillow stating that her mother would be in the office, she felt that it was time to put her plan into action.

In the three days since “The Incident”, as she now liked to call it. Not a word of it had been spoken past the talk at the restaurant and she could tell that her mother wanted to talk about it, but couldn't find the right words. It was typical of her, and kind of cute if Nandi did say so herself.

After looking in her mother's room and her home office, she decided that the coast was clear, running up to her room and rummaging through her closet to find something to wear.

Picking a tank top and a trusty pair of her Nike leggings, she made her way over to her vanity, being sure to moisturize her skin thoroughly. Once she was finished, her socks and shoes were next before she grabbed her house keys, her backpack, jacket, and her basketball. Grabbing an apple and locking the door, she made her way to the bus stop. It was a big day, and she couldn't afford to be late.

“Hello Nandi!”

“Good morning, Mrs. Kingsley.” Mrs Kingsley was her bus driver. Well, not her bus driver, but her bus was the only bus that Nandi had ever ridden alone. Her mother trusted Mrs Kingsley to get her from point A, which was her house, to point B, which was the park where she played basketball.

“Mrs. Kingsley,” she started, tapping nervously at the ball that rested in her lap. The woman looked at her as she fiddled, waiting patiently for her to say something. “Yesterday, I saw my dad for the first time.” The older woman sighed, sure not to miss the newly installed stop sign.

“What did you do, Jitterbug?” She smiled at the use of her nickname special for Mrs. Kingsley. It was almost like she could see through her, even when her mother couldnt, and it was credited to her successfully raising seven children as well as being her mother's former middle school teacher, as well as her high school English teacher when she was a junior. At that thought, she looked up at the woman. If she was her mother's teacher, he probably taught Erik too!

“Jitterbug, are you on a love mission again, child?” She blushed, squirming in her seat, and that's all the answer that the older woman really needed. Her mind went back to the time she pretended to run away to stop her grandparents from fighting, spending the entire day at her house with her granddaughter, Tianna, which was two doors down from her great-uncle Ray. Knowing that her grandmother would never entertain the idea of telling her mother, they were able to spend the entire day working together, realizing that fighting was pointless.

“I found his number in her phone a few days ago. She's been holding onto it for Ieight yearsI, can you believe that? Also, who has the same number for eight years? They're tragic.” The woman's stern look was not lost on her, but she went on anyway.

“My mama has been walking on eggshells around me for the past three days and it's really getting annoying, so it's time for action. I tricked him into thinking that I was her and he's going to meet 'my mom’ at the park. I'll meet my dad, let him know that he broke my mom's heart, and help him get her back. They obviously can't be trusted to do it themselves, so I have to help them. Simple.” Looking up at the older woman, she saw that she gave her one of those. It was a look, a look she hated. It told her that what she was doing had BAD IDEA written in big, bold letters.

“You know, if you was my child I'd whoop your little sassy black ass.” She felt herself coloring as she clutched the rubbery ball to her chest. “But you not, and I'll be damned if it ain't like somebody took your daddy and put him in your mama's body to make you.” Shaking her head, the woman pulled up to Nandi's stop. Before she could make it to the door, a hand on her shoulder stopped her.

Turning back towards the older woman, she watched as she unbuckled her seatbelt, grabbing something off of her belt loop, placing it in her hand. “Now I'm not saying you need it, but if his ass get hostile, you flick this red cap and you spray his ass and run straight to your Uncle Ray's house, do you hear me?” looking down at her open palm, she realized quickly that it was pepper spray, she knew because her mom carried it. Nodding, she stepped back, clutching it close as she began the walk to the park, which was in her line of eyesight.

When she approached the park, she scanned the area, placing her backpack in its usual spot on the gate hook. First, she noticed some boys playing basketball on the big court. She usually came with her friends, but sometimes, it was just her practicing. Next, she noticed some couples sitting in their cars and talking, half likely doing something they had no business doing, but she wasn't anyone to judge.

Then, she saw him. He had his back to her, almost as if he were surveying the area. She used that time to slow her pace and really get a good look at him.

He was tall, easily over six feet. He had lots of muscles, but not to the point where he looked like a giant turd, like her Uncle Jay. He was wearing a pair of light blue jeans and what looked like Timberlands, accompanied by a black jacket, though it wasn't really cold outside. His hair wasn't like it was when she saw him the first time, braided back, though it was tapered. Once she was truly up on him, she realized that he was a lot bigger up close.

Clearing her throat, she waited for him to turn around, which he didn't. “Excuse me,” she started, her mouth falling open slightly when he still ignored her, likely waiting for her to go away and stop bothering him. Placing her hand on her hip, she used the nails on her index finger and thumb to pinch his skin, watching as he jumped.

“What the fuck?!” She leaned back to stare at him, her brow furrowed.

“Don't cuss at me, and I know you heard me talking to you and you just gone stand there and act like you don't see me. I'm little, but I'm not invisible!”

“Listen here lil girl. I'm waiting on somebody and I ain't tryna buy no damn girl scout cookies so take,” he started, hooking his hands under her arms with ease, “ya lil bad ass on somewhere.”

When he placed her back on her feet, she turned back around to face him, pulling out her phone. “You mean you waiting on Ebonnyyy?” He looked down at her with wide eyes, blinking a few times. “Gullible,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Ah hell naw,” he said loudly, fisting his dreads as he loomed down at her, his loud voice causing her to flinch away slightly, stepping away from him. He froze, taking a deep breath and straightening his shoulders.

“This is nothing like in the movies,” she groaned, scratching the back of her head as she straightened her posture, offering her hand to him. “Hi, my name is Nandi.” He stared down at her hand. “This is the part where you take my hand,” she said, seeming to spur him into action.

“I'm Erik. How old are you?” She perked up at his question.

“I'm eight. I'm in the fifth grade and I like basketball,” she said, holding up the ball that she had brought from home. She opened her mouth to say something, but the sound of her ball exploding next to her, accompanied by several loud bangs. Something hard crashed into her and she fell to the ground, surrounded by a really strong scent.

Her chest hitting the ground knocked the air from her, a wheeze leaving her as she heard people screaming and fleeing. The scent didn't make it any better, it was really strong. Reaching out, she grabbed onto something bumpy, digging her nails into the hard, but soft material.

“Nandi?!” She couldn't breathe and her chest hurt. Opening her mouth, she tried to vocalize her discomfort, but nothing came out. Her vision was beginning to back out around the edges. Feeling a slapping against her cheek, she tried to focus, but she couldn't. Her chest was painfully constricting and her mind was fuzzy. Suddenly, she felt like she was flying, and then everything went black.

Honestly, I didnt know this was gonna happen. I had a completely different path that I wanted this to take, but this came up and I went with it. Next chapter, Nandi finds out what happened and y'all know she gone be VERY upset. How do you think she's gonna react to seeing Erik again?

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Too Tall

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: Language, drinking, bullying, bar guys being assholes, passionate kissing

Word Count: 1482

A/N: This was supposed to be a drabble but apparently, my head doesn’t know what that means. I apparently can’t write anything under 1000 words lol. This is my first Sam fic that wasn’t like sisterly so tell me what you think. Also, my first request yay!

Request: Oo oo oo! I gotta request for a drabble! Sam comforts a tall (preferably female) reader? Cause I'm 5'11 and get made fun of for my height all the time. (Ps, not sure if this is what you meant, if not feel free to ignore it) - Anon

^ so like they are not this rough in the story but how Sam places his hands on her face correlates to the story

Tonight's hunt had been a major success. You and the guys were able to kill the vamp and save a child. In your line of work that was about as good as one could hope for. So, in light of this y'all decided it was a good night to hit up the local pool hall and grab a few drinks and maybe hustle a few of the locals to make some sort of money this week.

As much as you loved going out and scamming guys out of their money you didn't like the getting ready part. You could never find the right outfit to wear that looked good. You see what your problem was, was you were on the taller side for a woman and most of that height came from your legs. You were 5'11 and finding an outfit that didn't make you look like a slut was difficult. Shorts always seemed too short and dresses were to formal for a bar and those always seemed too short as well.

Tonight, you decided on a simple outfit: black skinny jeans, a nice white tank top, and some black converse, because heels or boots would make you even taller and you didn't want that.

Suddenly you heard banging on the bathroom door.

"Y/N, you done yet? Come one we've been waiting forever," Dean screamed through the door.

"Hold your horses Winchester. I'm just about done," you said as you put the finishing touches on your eyeliner.

You walked out of the bathroom and both guys’ jaws dropped. "What too much?" you asked.

"No, you look beautiful, Y/N," Sam said.

You looked to the floor and blushed a bit. Truth was you always had a little crush on the younger Winchester, but you'd never tell him that. "Thanks Sammy. You don't look too bad yourself," you replied.

"Damn Y/N, you won't even need to play pool to scam the guys at the bar," Dean said.

You rolled your eyes and shoved Dean's shoulder and y'all headed out the door and into the Impala.

The place was a nice place considering the area it was in. There was a nice balance of rock and pop music playing which made all three of you happy. As you looked around the room you saw two guys and knew they'd be the perfect target.

You sipped your bourbon and approached the men. "Hey guys how about a round of pool," you asked.

"Naw we're good sweetheart," one of them replied.

"Come on. What if we put money on it? Make it interesting."

"We're listening."

"Ok a hundred to whoever wins."

"You got yourself a deal sweetheart."

You all strolled over to the pool table and one of the guys racked them up. You grabbed the stick and pretended you didn't know what you were doing. The first round you let them win by a landslide. The second round you upped the price and let them win again. By the fifth round the pot was up to $500 and you knew this was your round to leave them in the dust. You let the first guy break and he got one ball, but failed to get another. You stepped up and shot one in the corner pocket, then another, then another, and at this point the guys were staring at you wide eyed and jaws dropped. That continued till you sunk all your balls and then finally the 8-ball.

"Good game fellas. Guess I'm a quick study," you said with a sly grin.

As you went to walk away you heard them mumble to themselves. You just assumed they were being sore losers that is until one spoke up.

"Hey, Big Bird, you hustled us. That's cheating."

"Excuse me? It's not my fault that you underestimated a woman," you snarked back.

"You played us gigantor. We want our money back."

"Whatever sore loser."

"You must really struggle to find a boyfriend Sasquatch."

"What makes you think that?"

"Well your attitude for one. But the fact that you are so much taller than a lot guys. You must have to bend down a lot. Maybe that's why you're here hustling us and not with a guy. Couldn't find one to keep."

"Fuck you jerk," you said as you turned and stormed out of the pool hall with tears running down your cheeks.

Sam took notice and ran after you while Dean stayed behind to scope out his chances of getting laid.

You were sitting in the back of the impala with your face in your hands when you heard a sudden knock on the window. "Y/N, it's Sam. Please let me in."

"Go away Sammy. Just leave me alone," you said.

"No, not until you tell me what happened. First you were rocking it and then the next thing I know you are running out with years in your eyes."

You knew the Winchesters were stubborn and there was no way you were going to get Sam to leave so you unlocked the doors. He opened the door and slid in next to you. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and gripped you tight. You squeezed tight relishing in his warmth.

"What did those assholes say that has you so upset, sweetheart," Sam said.

"It's stupid. I don't even know why I'm acting this way. You think I'd be used to it by now," you said.

"It's obviously not stupid if it has you this upset."

You sighed and took a deep breath. "They were making fun of my height. Calling me names like Bug Bird and Sasquatch, which I could handle, but then they had to take it further."

"What did they say?"

"They said it must be hard for me to find a man that I didn't have to bend down for and that's probably why I am alone."

"You know that's bullshit, right?"

"Is it though? My height has been a problem my whole life. I have always been taller than most the guys and always had people say all the clichéd things they say. Maybe I am just too tall."

"You know how ridiculous that sounds right? You live with two guys that are taller than you and anyone who picks at something you can't control is a jackass."

"Yeah, I guess. It just struck a cord in me. It has been a problem in the past with some guys, me being too tall, so it just hit me kinda hard."

Sam pushed you back slightly and grabbed you chin to angle your face to look at him. "Well, you're not too tall for me."

Your heart skipped a beat at this. Was he saying what you think he's saying? Is it possible that the Sam Winchester might share your feelings? Or is he just giving you pity?

"What are you saying Sam?"

"This," he said as he leaned down and captured your lips with his. It was slow and soft and just full of passion. It was as if he thought if he pushed too far you'd push him away. At his slight hesitation, you gripped shirt in your fists and pulled him as close as you could and deepened the kiss. With that he brought both his hands up to your face and bit your bottom lip asking for permission and you gladly let his tongue in.

You guys sat there in that heated make out session for a couple minutes until you had to let go to get some air. He leaned his forehead against yours and smiled.

"Why are you smiling?" you chuckled.

"Because you have no idea how long I've wanted to do that for," Sam said.

"Really?" you said.

"Yeah, I've kind of had a crush on you since you started hunting with us," he said sheepishly.

"Well that sucks."

He scrunched his brows in confusion. "Why?" He said with slight panic in his voice.

"Because I've had like this massive school girl crush on you for just about as long. It sucks because if we would have both pulled our heads out of our asses we could have had this a long ass time ago."

Sam laughed and pulled you into another kiss.

You both jumped when you heard a tapping on the window. You looked over to see Dean.

"You guys better not be screwing in my Baby," Dean said.

You laughed and rolled down the window and said, "We're not, at least not yet."

Sam's head flew back in laughter and Dean just rolled his eyes and got in the driver’s seat. Sam held you tightly as you leaned into his chest taking in his warmth.

"You know it's about god damn time you to admitted your feelings for each other. The pining for each other was getting kind of old," Dean said

You and Sam both looked at each other and said, "Yeah."

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