#hunters!! are u gonna let them talk about u like that!!!
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I Care
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Pairing: Dean x Reader
Warnings: NSFW, smut, 18+, fingering, oral (F), mentions of blood, bad language, unprotected sex, praising.
Requested: Heyyy, idk of ur requests are open but if they are can u please write a dean Winchester x ex girlfriend smut who is a hunter and who dean is still not over. Sam and Dean rescue her from a vampire nest and dean is angry and worried after her and she's all like "stop acting like you care" and he says something like "I'll show u how much I care" + angst + kinda enemies x lovers + dark dean? + marking ; ( set in early seasons llke;1,2,3)
A/N: I did make a few changes, let me know if you enjoy it! Thanks!
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You've been hunting down this nest of vampires for a while. It was a big nest, bigger than you've ever seen. It's a hard job alone but you're confident enough in yourself to do it.
Well at least that's what you thought, you see you went into the nest killing almost all of the vampires that were there. You somehow missed calculated the amount. You got taken down and now you're tied up with no way out. You are dreading this, you have no one coming to save you. You're not scared, you're angry. you're mad that they caught you, and mad that you can't get out by yourself. You don't want to be turned into a vampire or have all of your blood drained from your body. So this sucks. You can hear the vamps talking about something they're too quiet to make anything out.
"Hey! Are you guys gonna do anything with me or?" You ask getting annoyed, you'd rather just die now. They just ignore you of course. So you start singing at the top of your lungs to annoy them, they have "super hearing", you know it bothers them.
You continue for a couple minutes until someone, you're assuming the head vamp, comes over to you right in your face.
"Shut up!" He yells in your face "I'll kill you right now!" Just as you were about to say something, you hear a commotion. The head vampire cuts your stomach making you wince, then he leaves without saying a word.
"Aw come on, don't leave me here." You say in a stale tone. "We were having fun." you add. After a couple minutes, you don't hear anything.
"Well, well, look at who we have here."
"Oh, fucking kill me." You mumble to yourself.
"Couldn't handle the nest?" Dean smirks at you. You don't say a word just ignore him. "A thank you would be nice."
"Dean, leave her alone." Sam says to him, Sam comes over to you and unties you.
"Thank you, Sam." You smile at him. You glare at Dean.
"Are you alright?" Dean drops his tough guy act.
"Fine." You say sternly, you walk away from the boys trying to leave the building. You however, weren't fine. You were bleeding and had no idea.
"You're bleeding pretty bad." Dean says to you.
"It's fine, it's nothin-" You look down and see what he's talking about. You're covered in blood. You lift up your shirt and see a huge cut on your stomach. "Oh no." You feel dizzy and then Dean's arms around you as you fall.
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You wake up in a motel room, not unusual.
"Dean?" You say softly looking around the room.
"Hey, you okay?" He answers, he sits next to you placing his hand on your back.
"Yeah, fine. Thanks." You mumble. You stand up even though your stomach is in pain.
"You should relax for at least a few more hours."
"Nah, I'm good." You say looking around for your things.
"Y/n, I'm serious." Dean says to you in a frustrated tone.
"Dean, I don't care. I'm fine."
"Y/n! Sit down!" He gets angry with you.
"No!" You yell, you have to hold back a wince. He's right you are hurt but you're not going to sit in a room with your ex boyfriend because you're hurt. You can recover somewhere else.
"You're hurt. Something can happen to you!"
"Oh and now you care?" You roll your eyes. "Stop acting like you care."
That was it for Dean. He stood up and got right in your face. "You don't think I care, huh?" He chuckled at you. "I'll show you how much I care." He said with promise. Dean smashes his lips on yours, at first it took you by surprise but you came around to it very quickly. You kiss back but then pull away.
"Dean what are you doing?" You say trying to push him away but he doesn't budge. "We can't, I mean we broke up. It's been months-"
Dean has been on your mind since you two broke up. It was over something stupid, literally so stupid you don't even remember what it was about. You were in love with Dean, well you still are. He treated you like a princess, but like a bad ass princess. He was your safe place and you were his. When you broke up it just so happened to also be a really bad time in his life and he needed to leave. So he did, you two never got to fix what was broken.
"Stop talking." Dean interrupts you. You go to say something else, Dean cuts you off by kissing you, again. This time you immediately kiss back. You slide his jacket off and tug at his shirt. He breaks the kiss to lift his shirt off. Your hands run down his muscular body. You almost moan in excitement.
Dean carefully took off your shirt, trying not to hurt you. He unclipped your bra and tossed across the room. His hands gently massaged your breasts, you let out a little whine. You've been so needy for him it's pathetic. Dean picks you up effortlessly and drops you on the bed. He unbuttons your jeans and slides them off your body, you can feel yourself getting wet with anticipation. Dean hovers over your body he kisses you softly, then your neck, down to your chest, then down your stomach and all the way to your panty line.
"Dean, please" You beg quietly. You hear Dean chuckling.
"Patience sweethheart." He says as he slowly takes off your panties. He kisses up your legs to thighs incredibly slowly. You groan in frustration Dean ignores your frustration.
"Please!" You beg louder.
"Look at how wet you are." He smiles at you "All for me?" He smirks.
"Yes" You moan softly.
Dean finally enters a finger in you, you moan in relief. He watches your face making sure you're enjoying it, he enters another finger and thrusts them deep curving his fingers to make sure he hits your g-spot. You moan louder at the feeling, it's been months since you've been with Dean, well anyone for that matter. Dean always knew what to do to please you though, he just knew your body so well.
"You like that baby?" He asks, you nod and moan "Words" He says
"Yes, Dean." You say softly.
"Good girl." He smirks at you. Dean dips his head between your thighs, you feel his tongue directly on your clit.
"Oh my god." You let your head hit the bed and close your eyes. Dean continues to pump his fingers in and out of you while his tongue dances around your clit. It feels so amazing. You start to buck your hips, he puts his arm around your hips to hold you down.
He adds a third finger stretching you out for him. You moan and whine, it feels good but you want him. All of him.
"Dean, please" You pant. He ignores you, he keeps sucking and licking your clit. "please." you whimper. He still doesn't listen. Your legs are shaking and you try to squeeze your thighs together but Dean won't let you. Your moans become more desperate. "Feels so good" He keeps going he can tell your close by the way you're squeezing his fingers.
Your buck your hips up, you let out a loud moan, your vision goes blurry and you see stars. Dean slowly pulls his fingers out, you look down at him out of breath. He licks his lips then smiles at you.
"You taste good." He slowly crawls up to your face and kisses you. You kiss back and pull him closer. You reach your hand down his stomach and realize he's taken off his jeans. You palm him through his boxers, he lets out a groan. Dean takes your hand and puts it down his boxers you take his invitation and pump his cock slowly. Dean kisses and bites your neck. You pull your hand out and pull his boxers down springing him free. He moans at your movements.
You tried moving to get on top of Dean but he stopped you. "You're hurt. Let me take care of you." he says kissing your forehead. He lightly brushes his hands down your body to your legs, he places them around his waist. He lines himsef up with you and slowly enters you. You and Dean let out a loud moan. "You feel so good." He says through his teeth. "So nice and tight."
"You're so big." You arch your back.
"I've missed you." He says he leans down and kisses you, you kiss back. He rests his forehead on yours, in this moment everything feels right. It feels like everything is going to be okay. You've missed this feeling.
"You're doing so good, taking all of me." Dean praises "Such a good girl." His words make you weak.
"You feel so good." you moan. Dean switches positions he leans up and places your legs on his shoulders, deepening his thrusts. You moan louder, so does he. His grunts and groans are getting more frequent.
"Damn baby, I've missed this pussy." He brings his fingers to your clit and starts rubbing "I can't believe this is all mine. Only mine."
"Yes, all yours."
"I know." He mumbles. Dean continues to rub your clit causing your legs to shake. You whimper and try to move around. "I know baby, I know." He coos at you. "Feels so good, huh?" You nod. "Words." He reminds you.
"Y-yes." You stutter "So good." He's so focused on pleasing you, his hair is messy, his body is glistening, his grunts and groans are filling the room along with your moans. You can feel your whole body shaking, your walls are clenching around him.
"Damn baby you're squeezing me so tight." Dean moans. His thrusts get deeper and faster. "Are you going to cum for me?"
"Yes" You moan "Feels so good."
"I know, you feel so good too." He groans. "I'm not going to last long with you squeezing me like that."
"I'm gonna-"
"Go ahead baby, cum for me." His fingers rub faster on your sensitive clit, with every thrust he hits your g-spot, his words are ringing through your head. Your body starts twitching, your legs shaking, you close your eyes tight, you try to scream but nothing comes out. Dean helps you ride out your orgasm, soon after you feel him fill you up. He lightly presses his body on yours and catches his breath.
You wrap your arms around Dean and hold him. He kisses your shoulder a few times before rolling off you. "Uh, let me clean you up." He says awkwardly. Dean gets up and grabs some clean towels he cleans you up then cleans himself up. "I'll change your bandage too."
"Dean." You grab his arm. "Just come lay down."
"But-"
"Please." You cut him off. He nods and lays down next to you, you move yourself so you're laying your head on his chest. "I've missed you." You look up at him.
"Me too." He says softly "Sorry-"
"Dean. It's okay. I know you had to go." You cut him off. "I'm sorry I never got to apologize."
"I know." He pulls you a little closer to him.
You're not sure what will happen next, you're hopeful it'll work out between you two. You both have a lot of love for each other, if it's meant to be it will be. But for right now all you want to do is enjoy your night with Dean Winchester.
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(◍•ᴗ•◍)🌷✨🩷🍪 Greetings Author-nim
Can I please request (^_^メ)
(OPLA Zoro x You) Where Reader is an Assassin or Ninja and is a Pirate hunter, When Zoro used to be one too, they would always compete who gets the target first. Sometimes Zoro wins, sometimes reader.
So, imagine Reader's reaction when they saw Zoro with the crew.
And also, Luffy, somehow by some miracle with his own style of talk-no-jutsu managed to convince reader to join them(≧▽≦)
( ˘ ³˘)♥. Hope u have a great day and it's okay if u don't want to do this. I'll understand.
baby, let the games begin
wc: 2k (surprise, shawty)
cw/tags: gn!reader, swearing, canon-typical violence, mentions of drinking and alcohol, pining pining pining pining PINING
note: hi love, thank you so much for your request!! i hope you like this because i certainly love writing for this stupid himbo man
likes, reblogs, and replies are always appreciated <3
Honor be damned, you really wanted to kill him.
“Dirty play, demon,” you huff irritatedly, scowling at the asshole who skewered your target before you could. In a single clean slash, the head is relieved of its body and unceremoniously kicked into a bag. “We both know that one was mine.”
“Better luck next time.” Asshole. Stupid, selfish, infuriatingly attractive asshole. A million different ways you could end his life flashed through your mind and, with his back turned to you, became more of a possibility the longer you sat in your disappointment. The dock creaks beneath his receding footsteps and you spit a curse under your breath. The head now bouncing around in the pirate hunter’s hand would have had you living comfortably for months, not to mention buying some shelter for the stray dogs wandering your home island. Monsoon season was coming and you didn’t have nearly enough space to keep all of them dry. Finding food that wasn’t old bread and horse balls was hard in itself and shelter was just another task added to the to-do list. “You’re not gonna try and take it from me?”
“Why would I? You killed him; you get the bounty,” you reply scornfully, praying that whoever came up with the idea of hunter’s honor is torn to shreds by an octopus. “Guess it is your turn,” you concede reluctantly and take note of the blood dripping from the dirty fabric sack as he reapproaches. You’d have to clean your shoes when you were done. “I did take that guy from you in Flamingo Village, last week.”
“The one with the big, ugly hat,” he confirms and you don’t budge when he stands right in front of you. He had pretty eyes, you’d give him that. Too bad you wanted to slam your fist into his nose. “I was mad about that one.”
“Well, you got this one. Aren’t you gonna cash ‘em in?”
“I will. I’m just curious,” he says and his expression is unreadable. It bordered on amusement and suspicion with a little bit of awe. “You could have killed me a million times since I killed the target.” Already thought that, buddy. “Why didn’t you?”
“Like I said, hunter’s honor–”
“No,” he shakes his head decidedly and you narrow your eyes. “You’ve been following this guy for four days, watching other hunters fail to bring him in. My question is, why do you need this bounty so badly, and why aren’t you willing to kill me over it?”
“Technically, that’s two questions,” you deadpan and your heart does an unwanted little stutter when he scoffs, the tiniest smile pulling at his mouth. “If you really wanna know why I need it, it’s ‘cause I need to take care of some friends back home.” It wasn’t a complete lie, but you also didn’t need the most feared hunter in the seas knowing that you needed the money to buy squeaky toys and dog beds.
“Those friends aren’t worth killing for?”
“It’s sounding like you want me to kill you,” you fire back incredulously. “Do I need to worry about you, Zoro?”
“Look, all I’m saying is, all other hunters would be leaping at my throat as soon as I take their kill. I just don’t understand why you won’t, especially if it’s worth four days of stalking.”
“Maybe I like playing this little game,” you admit. It’s no secret to you that your job becomes incredibly boring at times. All the other hunters you come across take their jobs too seriously and believe that they’re purging the seas of evil. You, however, knew that the real evil was pacing around ivory towers and putting up the wanted posters. When you first met Zoro, it seemed like he didn’t take his job seriously at all. He killed like it was breathing and remained unamused at the melodramatic theatrics of flashier hunters. You ran into each other often because, besides being the only ones who survive their hunts, you were the top-earning hunters of your generation and ended up following the same pace every time. “I take a bounty; you take a bounty. I try to beat the pirate hunter at his own game; he throws a fit when I’m faster than him.”
“But, today I was faster than you,” he corrects and you stick your tongue out at him in defiance. “Who’s throwing a fit now?”
“Get out of my sight, demon,” you frown but you can’t hold it for long. It becomes a tired, melancholy smile and you start to make your way back to the town to book passage home. “Hope you enjoy all that Berry.”
“Let me buy you a drink with it before you go,” he calls after you and you freeze where you stand. “Consolation for kicking your ass this time around.” You shoot him a scathing look over your shoulder and take the bait.
“I did all the dirty work for you, asshole, so it better be three drinks at the least.” He chuckles softly under his breath and you roll your eyes, letting him catch up to you before heading to the nearest bar together. “I hate you so much.”
“No, you don’t.”
As time passed and you ran into him more during your hunts, that hatred turned into something different, an annoying feeling of excitement every time you heard a sword unsheathed or spotted someone with green hair. You found yourself checking your watch when you were ahead of him, counting down the hours until he caught up. You knew the sound of his footsteps and the rhythm of his breathing and memorized how the sun hit his eyes down to the iris. Sometimes, you’d work with him directly and split the bounty evenly once it was completed. During conversations to kill time, though he never admitted it, he liked being around you as often as he was. Eventually, you told him about your furry friends back on the island and started marking the places you’d been with a hasty drawing of a dog. It became part of your routine and the time that it took for him to catch up to you decreased exponentially as a result. You’re easier to follow, is what he said. On a particular mission where you were unusually behind, you were delighted to find his gross attempt at mimicking the mark scratched into the wooden bar counter.
You lose touch with him after a year or so of working together and you don’t expect it to hurt as much as it did. Word floated around that he was captured by Marines and posted up in Shells Town, but the same mouths reported that he escaped with pirates the following day. None of it sounded like him and it reminded you that you really didn’t know him at all. Still, you marked that silly dog into every barstool and backdoor you came across as you fell back into the same boring routines.
Taking a rest day at a floating restaurant called Baratie, you think you’ve found the perfect spot to scratch into the counter when you realize that someone has already done it for you. It was horrendous and nearly incomprehensible, but you choke back a sob when you run your thumb over the mangled wood. There was only one person who could have drawn the little dog so badly.
And it’s like your body senses him before your mind does.
In an instant, you’re hyper fixated on the familiar rhythm of his boots and the soft noise as his swords clank together with every step. There are four others with him, but you know his approach like the back of your hand. A boy in a straw hat whom you recognize from wanted posters rushes the bar, loudly requesting a glass of milk for himself and the finest rum for his swordsman companion. When he slides into the seat next to you, you can barely look at him, rendered defenseless from the conflict of emotions stirring in your mind. Thousands of questions were screaming to be answered but you couldn’t even open your mouth. The alcohol in your half-finished glass is all you can see.
“You found me,” he murmurs, flagging down the bartender and asking for a bottle of whatever you’re drinking.
“I wasn’t looking for you,” you reply just as quietly, watching his hand carefully replenish your glass before filling his own and downing it in a few swallows. You stop him from pouring another with a light hand on his shoulder and he wordlessly sets down the bottle, making you smile softly. “You still drink too much.”
“I don’t have you to slow me down,” he replies without hesitation, glancing at your fingertip as it traces the mark he made on the wood. “I’ve been putting those everywhere since I joined up with Luffy. Figured we’d run into each other at some point.”
“Luffy,” you echo. “That’s your pirate captain?” The irony of your situation escapes neither of you. If you were smart, you’d have every single one of them dead and bouncing around a burlap sack, just like the pirate all those years ago. But, just the same as the first time, you were stopped by a profound desire to be closer to Zoro.
“He’s not like other pirates. Not like the ones you and I know.”
“I’ll let the Marines know next time I bring in a head, then,” you laugh humorlessly, feeling the rum burn down your throat when you take another sip. You feel his eyes watching you carefully but you don’t look back at him. “I’m sure they’ll be thrilled to hear that.”
“They don’t have to hear anything,” he says in a low tone, one that sends goosebumps up your spine and has your heart beating a little faster. “They don’t have to hear anything from you ever again.”
“You’re not saying…”
“That's exactly what I’m saying.”
“You want me to just switch sides like it’s nothing?”
“This job has been nothing to you from the beginning, nothing but a way to feed strays that, thanks to you, have loving homes,” he reminds you and you exhale deeply. He was right, but part of you wanted vengeance for all the times you secretly wished he was still with you. “So, come with me.”
“Zoro, I–”
“You know, I’ve missed you so much I can’t sleep,” he shakes his head and sighs in defeat. “Every time we dock at a new city, I’m hoping you’re on a hunt because, as much as I care for them, they’ll never know me the way you do.” He looks back at his crew with something like sad fondness in his eyes. They wouldn’t ever know him the way you did, as a bounty hunter with no real place to call home and no real people to call friends. “It gets lonely when you’re not forced to be alone anymore.”
“And it’s lonely when you are forced to,” you add. “It’s lonely either way–”
“But I’d rather be that way with you,” he concludes. “It’s not bad when I’m with you.” You pause, collecting your thoughts and calculating how much money you’d have if you suddenly abandoned your current line of work. It was risky, sure, but something about risking it on Zoro made it feel a little less dangerous. “Your silence tells me I convinced you.”
“I’m not the one you need to convince; it’s your captain you should be talking to.”
“Trust me, he’s the least of our problems.” As if to drive home his point, a choir of cheers rises up from behind you as a loud belch sounds through the harbor.
“‘Our’ as in the crew, or ‘our’ as in you and I?”
“It’s always been you and I, hasn’t it?”
“It always will be,” you promise, letting your head fall onto his shoulder. He’s warm and safe and everything you were needing. “But, I need to teach you how to draw a better dog.” He hums in agreement, downing another glass contentedly.
“Yeah, you need to teach me how to draw a better dog.”
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Hey um. This is my first time doing an ask but can u maybe please write an enemy to lovers
Sam and reader (reader is assumed to be vamp or wolf or something else but is innocent and 100% human)
Misunderstanding
(Sam x Reader)
I tried my best to fit the prompt, so I hope I did okay and that you like it! Enjoy!
Warnings/Promises: Gunshot wound, canon level violence, smut, screaming kink, unprotected sex/ creampie (wrap it before you tap it), slight praise, kind of like an enemies to lovers thing, I think that’s it but lmk if I missed something.
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You were on a case, hunting what seemed to be a werewolf. After three days and no luck, you decided to take a break and hit the local bar. Now, you were on your way back to the motel, when someone screamed help from an allyway.
You turned the corner to see the werewolf running off and a man lying dead on the ground.
You walked over and crouched beside him to check for a heart, and sure enough, it was missing.
You sighed and wiped the blood that got on you on your pants. You were about to go call the cops about the body when someone called out behind you.
"Hey!"
You turned and saw two guys at the other end of the ally right as one of them shot a silver bullet into your shoulder, just missing your chest and heart.
You stumbled and collapsed against the wall, grabbing your shoulder with one hand and reaching for your gun with the other.
"What the fuck?!? Who the fuck are you!?!?" You called out to the guys.
"Shit. She's not a wolf..." The taller one said as they both ran up to you.
"Wolf? As in "Werewolf"?" You asked, still leaning against the wall, a slight strain to your voice from the pain.
How did they know about werewolves?
"Yeah. We're looking for a werewolf..." The shorter one says.
"Wait, so you're hunters?" You asked, confused.
"Yeah, I'm Sam Winchester, and this is my brother Dean. So, are you a hunter too then?" The tall one replied.
"Y-yeah... Did you say Winchester? As in *the* Winchesters?" Your eyes went big.
"Uh, heh, yeah. That's us." Sam chuckled as you stumbled a bit. "Oh, yeah, sorry about shooting you... Here, let me see..." He moved your hand away from the wound and examined it. "Whew, yeah, you're gonna need stitches for that. We can take you back to our bunker and fix you up there if you want."
He reached his hand out to help you stand up from on the wall.
"Thank you." You murmured, accepting his hand. "I'm Y/n, by the way. Y/n Y/l/n."
They helped you back to their 67' Chevy Impala and drove you to the bunker.
Once you got there and they stitched and patched you up, you leaned back in your chair. You glanced at the room around you, which was a library with shelves filled with countless books on legends and lore.
"Y'all have a nice place." You sighed and relaxed your body.
"Thanks." Sam smiled and sat down beside you, turning on the little lamp in the center of the table.
Dean came walking into the room with three beers in hand.
"Want one?" He asked and looked at you. When you gave him a nod he tossed it to you, then tossed another to Sam, before sitting down across from you and opening his own.
You cracked open the bottle and took a nice sip, then sat it back down, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you admired the men before you.
The three of you had sat there and talked for a while and drank a few beers, when Dean stretched.
"I think I'm gonna call it a night. See y'all later." Dean said though a yawn as he gathered all the empty beer bottles the three of you had accumulated.
"Kay, g'night Dean." Sam called to his brother.
"Night, Sammy." Dean called back as he walked off to go to his room for the night.
Once Dean was out of earshot, Sam turned to you, a slight smile forming across his face.
"Y'know, I've been thinking, this whole time while we've been sitting here, about how pretty you are." He said, his smile growing.
"Really?" Your face flushed.
"Yeah. And I do kind of have some making up with you to do after I shot you and all..." His face flushed as well. You could tell he was a bit nervous.
Taking the hint that he was trying to flirt, you leaned forward.
"How about you do some making *out* with me instead, and we'll call it even?~" You smirked, making him blush harder.
"Deal." He whispered, smirking back, before scooting closer to connect lips with you.
When his mouth reached yours, you couldn't help but let out a little squeal of excitement, a thin layer of sweat forming on both of your bodies. You scooted out of your chair and into his lap, wrapping your thighs around him. He groaned around your lips as you deepened the kiss, your tongue twirling around his.
"We should probably go somewhere more private." He said, breaking the kiss.
You nodded in agreement, and he grabbed onto your thighs, picking you up as he stood from the chair. You twirled his thick hair around your fingers and nipped at his neck as he carried you back to his room.
The door opened and shut with a creak and left you and Sam alone in the privacy of his bedroom to do as you pleased. You were shaking with excitement and lust as he laid down on the bed with you. You wasted no time finding each other's lips again and you both let out tiny groans of enjoyment as you kissed enthusiastically.
"Take off your clothes." He commanded in a deep and rough tone.
You did as you were told and stripped off your clothing, starting with your blood-stained shirt, until all that was left on you was the patch over your wound.
"You're even prettier than I'd thought you would be." He gawked as he removed his own clothing.
Your eyes went wide at the sight of him. How the hell were you going to take all of that??? He noticed the way you were staring and chuckled.
"Don't worry, I'll be gentle at first until you get used to me."
You nodded and then pulled him back down on the bed and kissed him. It was like he was a drug or something. You just couldn't get enough. Every second that your lips were away from his felt like an eternity-long withdraw.
He moved his hand to his cock to line it up with your soaking wet cunt.
"May I?" He asked, waiting for you to consent to him entering you.
"Please..." You moaned, needing him inside you like a fish needs water.
He slowly pushed his tip in, causing you to let out a loud, uncontrollable moan.
"Do you need me to stop?" He says, worried he hurt you.
"No, please, God no, don't stop." You begged through a moan.
"Okay, let me know if you do need me to stop though, okay?" He said as he pushed in deeper.
"Okay." You said while you moaned and mewled in pleasure as he pushed himself deeper inside of you. You could feel every last bit of him as he eased into your throbbing core.
"Tell me when you're ready for me to move." He said as he bottomed out, his hips against yours.
"Okay, you can move." You said with a deep breath.
He pulled out slowly, until just his tip was inside of you, then he pushed back in, then out, then in, then out, then in.
"Mmm, fuck Sammy, you're gonna kill me. Faster." You whined.
He sped up his movement just slightly, making a subtle difference.
"Mm, no, *faster*. If you don't hurry up and fuck me right, I might explode." You exclaimed, desperation clear in your tone.
"Yes, ma'am." He replied jokingly, pulling his hips away and then pushing back in at a finally decent pace.
"Ahhh, that's more like it." You sighed, moving your hips to meet his with each thrust.
"Yeah... Damn, you feel amazing." He praised, groaning in pleasure.
"Fuck!" You yelped out as he hit your g-spot, sending an extra strong jab of pleasure through your core. "Mm, fuck, right there..." You spread your legs further to give him more room to move inside you.
At this, he sped up, pushing harder into your g-spot with each thrust into you until you were practically screaming.
"Ah, shit, you sound perfect. Keep screaming, baby." He groaned, moving his hands to your hips and pushing even harder to make you scream louder.
"F...f... fu... mm... FUCK, SAMMY. MMMN~" You yelled out as you squeezed around his cock and came so hard your vision went fuzzy.
He kept moving in and out of you, until his rhythm faltered, and his pace sped up for the final pushes into you until he came inside you, digging his fingers into your sides hard enough to leave marks.
"Wow." Was all he could manage to say as he exhaled heavily and rolled over onto his back beside you.
"I agree. Wow." You sighed, still euphoric and half blind with pleasure.
You huffed out with a soft "hmmm~" and scooted in closer to Sam's giant figure that lay next to you on the bed.
"You're good at that." You spoke softly after a moment.
He just smiled in response and chuckled as he laid there with you in his arms.
You were both already about to pass out, when there was a thump at the door.
"Y'all okay in there? I woke up to Y/n screaming." Dean's tired voice could be heard from the other side of the door.
"Yeah, we're good." Sam called and you both let out a little laugh.
"Ohh... alright then." Dean replied as it clicked in his head what types of screams they were. "Well, I'm going back to sleep then. Try to keep it down."
"We won't!" You called to him, fully intending on screaming at the top of your lungs next round.
Sam just laughed, gently kneading one of your breasts in his hand.
"So, I guess that means this is a more than one round type of thing then?"He suggested, smiling at you coyly.
"Mmhmm. I hope you didn't plan on sleeping tonight~" You purred, pulling him back up against you.
"Oh, I don't plan on sleeping for a week if you're gonna keep this up the whole time~" He groaned back, snatching you by the hair into an aggressive kiss before climbing on top of you for round two.
-SP<3
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a concept just rammed into my head and i will now share it with my fellow Ambac Rotators on this blog: beck and helle species(?) switch
beck as a (relatively) new vampire
helle as a vampire hunter
no idea where this is gonna go. i just had the sudden image of human!helle pinning down a vampire 🛐
good day anon. i finally have the tentative spoons to engage w the fantasy (that ive been meaning to write for FOREVER and ur ask served as a good reminder of my goals and aspirations thank u)
masterlist
vampire hunter beck
tw vampire whumpee, dehumanisation, pet whump
Beck had been overly cautious every time he went hunting. He had to be, as a stupid little runt without anyone to protect him.
He had crawled out of his grave and into the clutches of a woman he barely recognised, only to immediately be discarded once she realised he couldn't use magic. He had begged her to leave him alive at least, promising to stay out of her way and go 'hunt' on someone else's territory; not his proudest moment, but then again, he had little to be proud of lately.
He hunted as best as he could, picking off lone passerby and muffling their cries as he drank his fill, too frantic and hungry to really care about causing pain. Then he disappeared for days, sometimes weeks, terrified of drawing attention to himself. And the cycle would repeat.
Until one day, he slipped up and chose the wrong target.
Beck had never seen a hunter before, especially not so up close and personal — and now that they were straddling his waist and putting a stake to his heart, he decided he didn't fucking like them. He had his hands up on either side of his head without having to be told, completely still in an attempt to appease the hunter who had caught him.
"You're the runt," they stated, not even a hint of doubt in their voice, but Beck nodded anyway.
"Yes, sir," he breathed, very aware of the sharp point digging into his chest whenever he dared inhale.
The title wasn't a conscious choice, really. He'd had to talk his way out of quite a few confrontations before, and if there was one thing he'd learned throughout all of it, it was that manners never hurt.
The hunter looked amused, leaning down a little and inadvertently placing more of their weight on the stake. Beck tensed under them, squeezing his eyes shut in anticipation of his inevitable demise. "Sir? Have I gotten myself a polite little leech?"
"I can be very polite so long as I'm alive, sir," he said hastily, and they chuckled.
"Alive... as if. Don't flatter yourself. I've seen corpses that looked better than you."
Beck pressed himself even more against the ground. "You're right, sir," he squeaked. "You're right. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
"Hey, listen." They clicked their tongue at him, like one would to get a pet's attention, and he reluctantly opened his eyes again. "I've got a deal for you."
"A... a deal?"
Was this common? He had nothing to compare this to. Were all hunters like this?
"Only because you're so well-behaved." They pressed down on the stake a little, as a gentle reminder for Beck to keep behaving, and he was suddenly very eager to nod along. "You see, runts are pretty rare. And regular vampires... they can't really be kept. It's a one and done deal, I come in, I stake them, I get my money."
That was simple enough. Terrifying, but simple. But also– "K-kept?"
"Kept," they repeated, grin widening. "Like a dog."
Beck swallowed. He had a feeling of where this was going, and he did not like the implications. "I... I see."
"And while I'm pretty successful, as far as hunters go... This is a dangerous job. I could use a buffer."
"No," he said timidly. "Please, I can't do anything, I can't– I can barely hunt, I'm starving half the time–"
"I could do with bait, too," they interrupted, shushing Beck when they saw him open his mouth to protest. "And of course, because I deal fairly, I'd let you have some blood in exchange. Can't have a pet without feeding it."
That... That made the offer sound much better, all of a sudden. He hadn't had anything to drink in at least a week, getting by on whatever dead animal he could find in the parks at night. Drinking from roadkill. His mouth was watering at the mere thought of human blood, even though the hunter hadn't yet specified what they'd be feeding him.
"Mmm, what is it? Interested?" they taunted, and Beck couldn't resist nodding a little. He wanted someone to protect him so badly; apparently even if they were a hunter.
"What... what do I need to do, sir?" he asked as respectfully as he possibly could, already wincing when the hunter pulled out a collar from their coat pocket and threw it into his hand.
"First things first, put that on. We'll discuss the rest on the way home."
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/ / forgetful...
fandoms: genshin impact
AU: where?who?
Imagine that...
You were forgetful. like really forgetful, one time u were just talking about this and doing that to your character and when u get to the destination or get distractive u completely forget and u wonder why u seem to have the feeling of forgetting something, until you find something recognizable that makes u remember again or your character helps u with a dialogue that seems to help.... lets see how u be getting your way here your grace..
Currently u were in Mondstadt doing some quest for the citizens, talking about getting some artifacts for your characters , so you went to Good hunter to get some foods to buff and to cook. took u awhile and was completely focused on your work and when u finish, u then blanked. you had a confused look in your face... why were u cooking? huh? why were u here? u thought u were killing some slimes a moment ago... you circled your character around and just... mindlessly walk around monstadt, what were u gonna do again? until u went in your character stats that's where u remembered u need to farm their artifacts... oh.
the citizens just laughed at your silliness while the acolytes sigh.
🌙━✦❘༻༺❘✦━━⭐
Now u are in imposter au... well that's how u remembered. the second u were deemed as imposter u forgot about it until one of the citizens found u and screamed while pointing fingers. You just stare confusingly about why your favorite characters are Infront of u demanding to surrender and such hate on you taking their creators face..? huh? you just look confusingly at them. what the heck are they talking about? isn't your face yours??? why were u in genshin impact in the first place??????? WHAT IS GOING ON????!!!!
this you rn. feeling the next level max of confusion
Then u just start crying because u were just so confused and accidentally cut yourself because of the weapons being near you, golden blood oozed out while u just cried and screamed not knowing anything. ticket to creator mode fr.
Thought this was a dream and just kept crying and hitting the characters to stay back and to not touch you, now u realized u were suppose to get killed by them, what a nice dream you are having really...
#➥🌙dreamer.ideas#genshin impact#sagau x reader#sagau x male reader#sagau x female reader#sagau x gn reader#sagau#imposter au#x male reader#x female reader#x gn reader#x reader
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So @missroro wanted someone to write where she’s Jake sister and mated with tsu’tey and is the fun aunt so here it is
It’s just gonna be some Headcannons some drabness here and there
And I’ll make a part 2 to this we’re u track the kids how to surf
You went on the mission with Jake obviously but you were already a scientist Jake was just replacing your dead brother therefore you both have avatars now
Why did they need 2 sullys that was unanswered
You haven’t spoke to Jake for years so it was lowkey kinda awkward
Norm worked with you so he was familiar with you while in your training but Jake he was gonna take done getting used to
Now even though u and Jake weren’t as close as you used to ur didn’t matter he was still over protective over you
When u guys got off the ship and you waited for him as u were walking off someone catcalled at you (u can make up a person if u want) Jake do a whole 360 and was about to kick some ass then you grabbed his wheel chair and pushed him through the building saying “no Jake not today not today”
While he was getting the military introduction you were setting up in the lab taking a look at your avatar then looking at your brothers you missed tommy but atleast jake was here
OKAY IM DONE BUILDING THE PLOT
so when ur in your avatar and jake get chased by a thanthor (I think that’s what there called correct me if I’m wrong) you go after him you still cared about your brother
While he tried to kill the many animals you stopped him by saying “this isn’t the marines Jake were in a different planet and were not superior here okay?”
Then neytiri came in at saved y’all’s asses and went to the village when tsu’tey and some other hunter of the clan came you couldn’t help but stare he was very attractive
When you were in the home tree there were all less rough with you like they were Jake
And instead of neytiri teaching you there was it was tsu’tey you grew close to him fond of him and even loved him
Now of course Jake knew he was your brother so he teased you about it every single day and you swear your goona cut his eyes out but you teased him abt neytiri
Tsu’tey took you somewhere the night u became one of them he knew it was wrong he as supposed to marry neytiri but his heart tugged at you and he took you to a different way they see ewya and mated with you
Okay now the war you all fought hard and long you tried to save tsu’tey but he told you “ewya has called me home my love she will one day too” and he died
Now Jake was your rock your armor so you cried to him for days weeks until u felt mood swings, throwing up on hunts with neytiri then she took you to her mother “you are with child both of you” you and neytiri looked at each other crazy but started laughing
You gave birth a few weeks after neytiri but it wasn’t one baby after you thought u we’re done the pain came right back and it was another child a boy and a girl
So you raised your children along with jakes you were silly fun and other things
When you all had to leave your children had always been curious people so they were excited to meet new people and new ways
But it didn’t go as planned Ronal grabbed you sons tail and you snarled at her Jake grabbed your shoulder as a way of saying STFU
But as Jake was hard in his children you were always there for your children and his they came and cried to you if he was being to harsh or too cold you told them don’t worry about it and once they slept you would find your brother
Your brother been afraid of you since your were kids and he still is even if he is tutok mato so you told him off enough to wake up the camp his wife heard nodding at your words and Jake just sat there silent bc he knew you would fucking kill him if he talked back
But you would all have play date and take the children to be children besides Jake treating them like soldiers
When Neteyam got shot you saved him just in time sending Lo’ak to get things from the sea that could help him
Jake never let you forget that he cherishes you and thanks ewya for you every single day because not only did you save his child you saved him
#Jake sully x sister reader#avatar x reader#avatar the way of water#avatar 2009#tsu’tey#tsu’tey x reader
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We're Not in CW Anymore - 5
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4
The reader gets blasted into another universe - one where Sam and Dean Winchester are real people, real hunters, and really fucked up. To her surprise (or horror), Dean has been getting glimpses of her life in his dreams and is completely enamored with her. It's nothing like the cable-friendly CW show that she knows and loves.
Reader x Dean Winchester
Warnings: language, violence
Chapter 5: RIP Buster
Perhaps it was the comfort of the Impala, or the craziness of your Target experience, but you were quickly snoozing in the backseat. The hum of the engine on the highway was incredibly relaxing. As you slowly made your way back into consciousness, you could hear Sam’s voice.
“All I’m saying is we don’t know anything about her. I’m not saying she can’t be trusted, just that we need to keep in mind that she’s a complete stranger.”
“Sam, I’m not an idiot. But you don’t get it. It’s wild, man. It’s like I’ve known her my entire life,” Dean replied.
Hearing them talk about you made you flustered, and you couldn’t pretend to be asleep any longer. You let out a groan as you stretched, letting them know you were up now.
“Well good morning, Sleeping Beauty,” Dean teased.
“Where are we?” you asked, ignoring Dean’s comment. You weren’t awake enough for a witty response.
“Stratton, Nebraska. A man was brutally murdered in a locked room, in a locked house. No signs of forced entry. Definitely a ghost,” Sam replied.
You hummed in response. A ghost – this was actually happening. You were going to work a case with Sam and Dean Winchester. Anxiety fluttered in your stomach as you thought about it – you were never the horror type. Gore, you could handle. But jump scares? You were a wimp. Hopefully they weren’t expecting you to hunt with them.
Your thoughts were interrupted as the car pulled up to a large farmhouse. You thought you saw movement in one of the second-floor windows, but your mind was probably making things up. You were already scared. This was going to be a long day.
Dean picked the lock on the front door with quick precision, and the three of you walked inside. The interior was actually quite charming. You could smell the fresh coat of paint on the walls. It was hard to imagine such a brutal murder occurred in here not that long ago.
The boys surveyed the house room by room. Sam was holding an EMF reader that was beeping almost continuously.
“EMF is going wild,” Sam observed.
“Yeah, but look – power lines,” Dean said, motioning out the window. “EMF means jack squat.”
Moving upstairs, you decided to check out the rooms for yourself. Out of pure curiosity, you opened one of the closet doors. Sitting in the smack middle of the floor, there was a doll’s head, hair practically all gone, covered in dirt. Fuck that. You were too focused on the disturbing doll to notice Dean walking up behind you.
“That’s not creepy,” he said sarcastically, making you jump out of your skin. You turned around and smacked his arm.
“Dude!” you yelled, your heart racing.
“C’mon sweetheart, it’s just a doll,” he chuckled. “It’s not going to hurt you.” Apparently he thought this was funny. He softly grabbed your arm, rubbing his thumb on your bare skin. You crossed your arms and glared at him.
“We got a fucking problem,” Sam said as he jogged into the room. The three of you peered out the window as you saw a car and a U-Haul pull up to the house. A boy and his dog jump out of the car and start running around in the front yard. “We gotta get them out of here,” Sam says, pulling out a fake badge from his inside coat pocket. Dean nods his head and turns to you.
“Keep close and play along,” he warns. “This shouldn’t be a problem, but you never know.”
Walking down the porch steps, Sam hollers to the family in the yard. “Sorry folks, but this house isn’t livable. You’re gonna have to pack it up and stay somewhere else tonight.”
“Not livable? We just had it inspected last week! Who exactly are you?” one of the men exclaims.
“I’m Mr. Stanwyk, this is Mr. Babar, and our intern Ms. Fogerty,” Dean says as he and Sam whip out their badges. “We’re with County Code Enforcement. We have evidence of asbestos and a gas leak. Nothing you want to mess with. I suggest you stay at a motel tonight.”
The teen girl groans, “Dad, you can’t be serious!” The dad sighs and complies with Sam and Dean’s request.
“One night. One. Then we’re coming back in the morning and moving in,” he says.
The three of you jump in the Impala to talk to the longtime housekeeper. Surely if there’s a ghost in that house, she’ll give the boys a lead on whose body needs to be burned. You waited in the car as they spoke with her on her porch. Your thoughts wandered towards the moment in the bedroom after Dean scared you. It was like he was trying to comfort you. You wondered if he felt bad about it. The memory of his hand on your arm sent shivers down your spine. His touch was intoxicating. You wanted more.
The boys got back in the car, settling in their seats with a frustrated sigh.
“How’d it go?” you asked.
“The wife died in childbirth, and the daughter hung herself. Both were cremated. So either someone else is haunting that house, or one of them is hanging onto something in that house. We’re gonna have to go back and take a look. Maybe the attic or under the house there’s something sentimental they’re stuck to,” Sam explained. Great. Back to the creepy old house, right as the sun was setting.
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Dean cussed as he pulled up to the farmhouse – the family was back. The car and U-Haul were back in the driveway, and light shined through the upstairs windows. They had moved into the haunted murder house.
“Fuck!” Dean cursed as he slammed his hand against the steering wheel, “What are we gonna do?”
“We could tell them the truth,” Sam replied.
“Really?” Dean asked, shocked.
“No, not really.” Sam shot Dean a look for even considering that he was being serious.
Screams came from the house, and quickly Sam and Dean jumped into action. Busting the front door open, the boys took a moment to assess the situation. You ran up to the house and immediately saw “GO” written in red crayon on the wall. The teenager was shrieking and crying.
“What’s wrong, what happened?” Dean demanded.
“What’s wrong is the girl in the walls LICKED me!” the teen yelled, gesturing to her hand.
Before Dean could even try to process that statement, you heard the dog yelping loudly outside.
“Buster!” the dad yelled, running out the front door to find his dog. Sam, Dean, and you followed him out, finding a highly disturbing message – “TOO LATE” was written in blood on the side of the U-Haul.
“There goes Buster,” you muttered to yourself, not quietly enough though. Dean snorted, then tried to play it off as a cough. Sam glared at both of you, then turned to the dad.
“You need to get your family and get the hell out of here. Go into town, find a motel, and let us handle this.” The dad nodded and went inside to gather his family. Dean turned around to grab supplies from the trunk of the Impala. That’s when you noticed something off.
“Um…guys?” you said, pointing to the tires. All of them were slashed: the Impala, the car, and the U-Haul.
“Seriously?! What kind of ghost messes with a man’s wheels?!” Dean yelled, assessing the damage done. Sam opened up the trunk, finding it completely empty.
“Be honest with me,” you whispered, “how fucked are we?”
“I’m not going to let anything happen to you,” Dean swore. “We’ll figure it out. We always do.” His promise sent chills down your spine. He seemed so protective, it was making your knees weak. Of course you were swooning when you might not live to see tomorrow.
Sam gathered everyone back inside the house and rummaged around for salt and iron. While he drew out the salt circle on the living room floor, something was eating at you. And no, it wasn’t the intense fear that a ghost could pop out at any moment and kill you. There was something about this that was so…familiar. You’ve seen this before, but you can’t remember how it ends.
The sound of the closet door squeaking grabs everyone’s attention. A dirty, demented-looking little girl slowly creeps out of the darkness of the closet. The family screams.
“Everyone stay calm! As long as you stay inside the circle, she can’t hurt you,” Dean said. But that’s when it clicks for you – this is Family Remains. That’s not a fucking ghost.
Chapter 6
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Can u do sumin ff both of the reader and him meet at an art corse and it goes from there yk btw loved the hunter one I SCREAMED AND BLUSHED LIKE KASJKSOSJD ITS SO GOOOODD
PAIRING ! ━ sumin x gn reader
GENRE ! ━ college au ,friends to lovers ,fluff
WORD COUNT ! ━ 1.299k
AUTHOR NOTE ! ━ tysm for requesting ^^ sorry if it took a while hsjsjs this is my first time writing a request here but I hope you like it ^^
sumin looked around, smiling as he sees you rush into the classroom as you bow to the teacher while muttering a sorry as you were late. He looks at you with a slight smile as you make your way to your desk, dropping your bag to the side of your chair as you finally sit with a sigh. His eyes grow wider in curiosity as he sees you holding the drink he had kept for you. He eagerly tapped his feet onto the floor, proud of himself as he sees a happy smile on your face as you scan around the classroom to look for the person that had kept your favourite drink for you.
As soon as class was over you look for your friends, tilting your head to the side as you watch them run out without even sparing you a second glance. You pick up your bag and stand up while debating whether to follow them or not. Meanwhile Hyunwoo comes running towards you. You and Hyunwoo were partners in drawing fundamentals and design fundamentals class so it was a given that you two would be close, close to the point if one of you weren't with each other, others would ask where your 'twin' went.
he walked you to the cafeteria, you sense something was going to happen from how quiet your friend was, otherwise you'd be nodding at the talkative boy who would change the topic with every passing minute. Hyunwoo stops walking, causing you to stop as well. He turns to you with a slight pity face as he holds your hand, squeezing it. "I know i promised I would be with you for the extra classes last night, but I can't come with you now--" he couldn't even finish his sentence when you slapped his arm, earning a groan from the fox like boy. "YOU SAID YOU WOULD, NOW YOU CHICKEN OUT????" You scold to which the boy waved his hands together, "But hey you'll get a chance to meet Choi Sumin and be alone with him till the end of the day" he said as he nudged you. You let out a sigh as you push him away, "I only said he was cute Hyunwoo, I don't like him." You say to which the boy rolled his eyes. You lied and you knew your bestfriend knew you were too. The way your eyes would light up at the sight of the green haired but and how you'd always talk about him and how you'd stare at him in class was enough to let anyone know that you didn't just find him cute.
You drag your feet up the stairs, you weren't hungry anymore because the only person you were comfortable with is now not gonna be here until 6 pm. You groaned as you plop down onto your desk. You hear a slight chuckle, whipping your head around you meet the love of your life choi sumin. "Shouldn't you be with hyunwoo? It's new seeing you all alone" he says as he pulls a chair in front of you to sit. You ramble on how your bestfriend betrayed you and how you were mad because now your alone and you hate being alone and to add a cherry on top, it meant you'd be drawing alone for two hours. Sumin patiently listened to you rant, breaking into a small smile as you helplessly wave your hands around and whine at your unfortunate situation. How he wished he could just hug you so tight and never let you go. He adored you way too much and found you cute even if you were just existing.
"I'll stay back." He shrugs as you sit straight and look at him . "Really?" You ask with a glint of hope in your eyes to which he nods with a smile. You squeal as you jump out if your seat and hug him. It's only after a few seconds later you realise the poor boy was stiff on your hold, his eyes wide as he just stood as if he saw a ghost. You slowly back away as you mumble a sorry to which he shakes his head and pulls you to another hug, only this time his arm wraps around your waist instead of just dangling around his sides, you smile into the hug. your heart beats faster as butterflies swarm inside your stomach, you feel your cheeks heat up as he tightens the hug. Just as you were at the verge of melting into sumins touch you get pushed away, landing on your butt as you watch students slowly make their way into the class.
once classes were over you found yourself sitting on your desk, blood rushes to your cheeks and you can't seem to hide your smile as flashbacks of what happened earlier come into your mind. You lower your head and try to calm yourself. you feel your shoulder get tapped and when you look up you see sumin smiling down at you, "let's go? we shouldn't be late" he says as he takes your hands in his, holding hands side by side he walks you to your class as he sits at very back. You think he's only on his phone the entire time, guilt washing through you as you realise he'd have to be with you for the next two hours. Only if you knew how he loved to be with you. He watched how your fingers held the brush delicately and brushed through your canvas. He let out a breathy chuckle as he sees you struggling to finish a part, your hesitant fingers going back and forth but never touching the canvas with your brush. He stands up quietly and comes behind you, his fingers holding yours as he guides your hands throughout the canvas, you were too immersed at how well the painting was turning out to notice how the boy was nearly back hugging you. Sumin on the other hand was just as red as the cherry that was painted on the corner of the canvas. He didn't want to make you uncomfortable, but loved being close to you. You gave him warmth, a feeling of home. He felt all his worries drift away when he was near you. How could he think of anything when you were right infront of him? You were too beautiful in his eyes. The most beautiful girl he had ever seen, the most beautiful girl he would ever see and love. "Done" he muttered as his grip on your hands loosened but never left from holding your hands. He looked at your figure that was busy admiring the painting. The classroom was empty and quiet, the chirping of birds outside blurred out to him as he inched closer and tugged a strand of hair behind your ear. You look up, your heart skipped a beat at the close proximity between the two of you.
The corner of sumins lips twitched into a smile as he watched your eyes drift from his eyes to his lips. His hand cupped your cheek, inching closer until there was only an inch gap between your lips. He looked into your eyes, as if he was asking permission. You took the opportunity to tilt your head up, connecting your lips with his. sumins one hand rested onto your chair as he brought himself closer, deepening the kiss. he sighed into the kiss, smiling ever so slightly. A feeling of warmth and love rushed by you, the way your lips fit his so perfectly made you blush. He pulls away, pecking your nose as he shyly smiles and connects your forehead. Words need not be spoken to show how you two loved each other ever so much.
#xikers#xikers drabbles#xikers fluff#xikers imagines#xikers reactions#xikers x reader#sumin#choi sumin#sumin xikers#sumin fluff
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OMG HII HAPPY 2K, LOVE!!!!
Thank you for writing and sharing it with the world, FOR FREE ‼️💖💕💞
Truly a blessing if u ask me and know you're appreciated by me (a big whore) and other people alike 😋
I'd like to order an old fashioned with Frank Castle, please!
So here goes my silly thot:
hunter/butcher!Frank au (anything to do with selling meat)
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"I didn't come here for meat. I came for your meat."
AHHH MY LOVE!!! THANK YOU!!! 💖
i'm not gonna lie to you, reading this one turned me rabid. if i may be an absolute whore add some spice to this old fashioned-
this old fashioned is garnished with jalepeño (minors dni)
thots below the cut
frank castle's meat
let's set the stage, shall we? we're talking long haired, bearded frankie (think punisher season 1)
he's the local butcher in town, and all his meats come from his own hunting kills
now frankie has a shop most of his customers come to so they can get their meats, but because you typically work while his shop is open, he allows you to come by his cabin to pick up your orders
his secluded cabin in the middle of the woods (you know where this is going)
now you know for a fact he doesn't allow anyone else to do this, and you use that knowledge that he's sweet on you to your full advantage
maybe your dresses and shorts get a little shorter with every visit, or your shirts get just a little more low cut, but frankie doesn't seem to mind and you notice his flannels and henleys are far more unbuttoned around you than they are when he's in town
being the gentleman he is, he loads everything into your car for you
"can't have you gettin' your pretty hands all dirty."
sometimes he lingers for a moment, leaning up against your car as he asks you about your day or how work is going, and you ask him questions in return. if he's busy and doesn't have time for small talk, he'll throw a little extra something in for you, but he never invites you inside
he's not the chattiest person, and he's always polite and professional when he's talking to you, but that doesn't mean you don't catch the way his eyes wander when he thinks you're not watching him
you keep your flirting playful and light, just in case you're reading him wrong and he really is just that nice, but eventually you grow frustrated and decide if he's not going to make a move, then you will
so you put on your prettiest dress and the sexiest pair of panties you own and drive to frankie's one friday night, and that mountain of a man is on his porch before you can even shut your engine off bc he saw the headlights
and while there's clear confusion on his face when he sees you, the second you get out of your car and he sees what you’re wearing, that confusion quickly melts into something else
"hey sweetheart. I uh...missin' somethin'? didn't think you had an order to pick up tonight."
and the clear lust shinning in his eyes underneath the glow of the moonlight fills you to the brim with that last ounce of confidence you needed to finally get what you want
you swear you see him swallow thickly when you approach him slowly with a sultry smile on your lips and a shake of your head
"I didn't come here for meat, Frankie. I came for your meat."
again, being the gentleman he is, frankie just stares at you with wide eyes, refusing to make a move until he's sure he knows exactly what you're asking for and stumbling over his words
"I uh...don't think I...I know what you're askin' for here, sweetheart."
"I think you do, Frankie. I think you want something from me, too. What do you say we work out a trade?"
if you weren't so turned on you would find it comical that you rendered the giant broody man everyone in town was intimidated by so nervous that he couldn't speak, but you were turned on and impatient so you take frankie's hands and guide them to your hips until he gets the hint
and that is all the confirmation he needs to pounce and then there is not an inch of your skin his hands aren't exploring
he's wanted you for so long that he can't even make it to the bedroom. he spreads you out right over his dining table and drops to his knees to get a taste of you before he's fucking you so hard over it that the table ends up halfway across the living room by the time he's done with you
needless to say, you're his favorite customer
#frank castle#frank castle headcannon#frank castle thots#frank castle request#frank castle smut#frank castle x you#frank castle x reader#court's 2k follower celebration#court's 2k friends celebration
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Can i request the hexsquad with a reader like stolas from helluva boss?without all his creepy attitudes obviosly,a young noble that goes to hexside with an terrible parent and a very young fiance that is scared of,just some comfort to the reader with real friends(i cant imagine what would happen if stolas reader comes out as teenage parent💀but sure a loving one if u ask me)
Howdy! My límit is 4 characters, so i'm gonna pick up the ones i find more acurrante for this situation. Thanks for the Request ❤️(You didn't specify so i go for a Platonic one)
Hunter/Willow/ Amity x Stolas! Reader
Genre: headcanons
Reader: male
Warnings: Bad parents, Bad parenting, High espectetions, low self esteem, arranged marriege, i didn't use the case of the baby bc the guys have like 14 so no☠️, Reader has a Bad relationship with his "fiancee", Fluff.
Hunter Noceda
Hunter probably knew Stolas! reader when he joined the Hexquad or through Willow, because I don't see it as very likely that he had friends in the emperor's coven (I'll do a drabble about that one day).
to try new things (and be away from his fiancée) Stolas! reader decided to join the Flyer Derby team, which was a surprise in itself because he seemed like someone...very...weak, at least in Hunter's eyes.
but the demon quickly became almost the opposite, summoning monstrous specters with his haunted items and his book (grimoire?) and honestly left him in disrepair.
although Stolas!lector was definitely "weak" in other ways, mostly because he was so SOFT.
He had great destructive potential, yes, but when I got to talk to him, he was so damn nice that it was suspicious (to him).
At first Hunter pretended to be angry at the constant reader talk, but little by little he lets down his walls and joins in a little in their talks, especially if they have to do with magic.
Hunter has a LOT of questions about how Oracle magic works ESPECIALLY from Stolas' family! Reader, how do you see the future with such precision? How do you control so many monsters at the same time? they might even compare research notes :D
When Hunter comes into trust with the reader, it is quite easy for him to see through him and how things affect him. like the thing with his fiancée for example.
Now, Hunter, unlike the following cases, firmly believes that THE FIANCE is the problem of everything and is willing to go for blood (he's like, how dare you make my friend cry?)
Hunter PERSONALLY doesn't think it's appropriate for Stolas! Reader and his fiancée try to be friends, make things happen? Sure, but being friends after all the bad times they've been through? titan no...
As for the terrible father thing...he can relate...A LOT.
Similar to what he did with Gus, he would share his experience with the reader and try to make him feel better.
but MOST OF ALL he goes into big brother mode when the reader is around his father (Hunter would have an inhuman amount of BEEF on the man)
Hunter knows what it's like to be manipulated by the person who's SUPPOSED to take care of you and someone you ADMIRE on top of it, so if necessary he gives the reader a reality shock when they need it.
Does being like Stolas include being fluffy and like an Owl? If so, there is no WAY Hunter doesn't end up sleeping (whether on purpose or accidentally) on the reader's soft fur (he gets very embarrassed later)
I imagine Stolas! reader tends to be very VERY dense and Hunter would definitely make some harmless jokes about it (like when someone is BLATANTLY flirting with him and he's just like "do you know what the differences are between frogs and toads? :D")
Reader's gardening hobby definitely helps him serve as a matchmaker between Hunter and Willow, whether leaving them alone on purpose or leaving a nice atmosphere ;)
Despite this, Hunter definitely thinks that reader plants are a bit too nippy for his good 😅
Hunter doesn't understand much about Astronomy or how it relates to the Oracle, but he will happily listen to the reader talking about it and tries to listen and understand as best he can. instead the reader hears about his fixation on Lobos :D
When Hunter and Willow are together, Stolas! The reader becomes his third wheel, or rather, his "practice son" is quite funny.
In general you could say that Hunter is slightly more protective of Stolas! reader for his naivety and gullibility, but he does not believe that he is any less capable for that.
He is still a great friend to him :3
Willow Park
Willow knew a little about Stolas reader, precisely because of how relevant his family was and that apparently the boy would be in her same year.
low key, Willow was nervous about this news at first, she was afraid of running into Stolas! reader for fear that he would become a Bully on her similar to Amity and her group in the first season.
but one day she ended up drinking with Stolas! reader as he ran to class, both dropping several things.
To Willow's surprise, Reader was really friendly and apologized A LOT for bumping into her, helping her pick up the books while talking about how he was new and got lost easily and how his locker tried to eat his hand.
In addition, he was completely amazed when he saw the copies of Erbology books that Willow had for her plant class, and he began to ask her MANY questions.
What were the types of plants like? Do they have carnivorous plants? Can you see them? Can you feed them? Do they have species from all the islands? and the list goes on..
Willow was so stunned by all the questions and the fact that who she thought would be her worst nightmare turned out to be a super innocent kid that she almost forgot she had class.
After that, Stolas reader would spend his time looking for Willow to talk about plants, to his joy and Willow's dismay, who on the one hand couldn't say that he disliked reader, on the contrary, he was very sweet and friendly, but he feared this. It would end in him being swallowed.
But when he met his "fiancee" with certain frustration problems...
At first Willow tries to help Stolas reader hide, but eventually tries to get them on good terms at least.
If it works, great!
If it doesn't work and you still hate each other, well, you can try that plant that reader has been studying so much--
reader is very supportive of Willow with her grubgy Flyer career! He is going to encourage her with his carnivorous plants with signs to encourage her🤣
Willow helps with Stolas Reader Gardening Hobbies!, whether it's reminding him when to water the plants, helping him get rid of the weed that bites him, or even growing plants he wants when he's feeling especially down.
Stolas reader has even tried to use his Oracle magic to make Willow get better grades, sometimes it works and other times they spoil half their lives, at least they know they will be friends in 20 years!
Willow is very emotionally supportive of EVERYONE, this does not exclude Stolas! reader, not only with his complicated fiancée, but also with the fact that his father is a TERRIBLE role model and treats him TERRIBLE.
Willow has tried to suggest that the reader take two classes, both Oracle and Plants, but the reader is TOO afraid of her father to tell her that she doesn't want to study what he says, which leaves Willow quite sad.
One thing's for sure, there are sleepovers at the Park house! and definitely try to include the reader in plans with friends as much as possible.
just like Willow is a safe place for Reader, Reader is a safe place for Willow, they are each other's shoulders to cry on, in a way.
Reader is definitely the ultimate shipper Hunlow (although he threatened Hunter that if he did anything to Willow he would put a curse on her, tear her to pieces and feed it to his plants. Hunter understood).
Both can be terrifying when angry or using all their power, although they are usually rays of sunshine.
In short, two rays of sunshine that help each other to relate to the group (don't mess with them, they are much more dangerous than they look)💚
Amity Blight
ohhhhh boy, she understands ☠️
She probably know Stolas! reader thanks to his parents being friends and/or business colleagues, similar to Boscha's parents.
Odalia insisted that Amity try to be her friend so that she could improve her relationship with her family (a very important one among the covens, especially the Oracle's).
So Amity took note and prepared herself for a capricious and pedantic prince, similar to Boscha.
Imagine his surprise when Stolas! reader ended up being the complete opposite, someone very reserved, shy and wanting to make REAL friends.
If we talk about Amity from the first season, at first she had difficulty accepting Lector, precisely because of his reputation, but they found that they had several things in common.
books for example.
Amity ended up running into Reader several times in the library while working, mainly in the reptile and botany areas, which seemed strange since he was in Oracle classes.
They would end up having conversations about frogs and what they were like outside of the boiling islands, it turns out that the reader's family could use Oracle magic even in the human world, but he loves to see the "rare" specimens they had, like the opossums or giraffes.
Being the least mean to him, Reader spent his time stuck next to Amity, and she eventually warmed up to him and she would keep him company, even open up to him.
He definitely knows about her arranged marriage, and he didn't like how it scared him, he can bet that on a couple of occasions Amity threw her away with her abobinable.
(although I think it is not impossible for him to accept her as a friend of himself and the reader if he shows he really wants to change or at least try not to take out his frustration on the reader)
defends him when someone tries to take away from his abilities as a member of the Oracle, he's like "do you think you know more than HIM??" and it definitely gets into hands sometimes😅
Amity HATES the reader's father, she considers him to be even worse than ODALIA. What kind of father commits his 14-year-old son?? (she hopes he finds out that they have been engaged since they were 11😬) and can't stand the way he talks about his son . If I could, I would send you the Alador abobinables.
✨bonding through shitty parents ✨
She highly encourages reading hobbies, especially plants and reading, you can even read to the kids together!
she defends Stolas a lot! reader from her family when she has to see them, especially from her father, if she and the reader's fiancée get along at this point, they will most likely make an alliance to protect Reader.
Amity even tells him about Azura's books that she reads! and compare notes and drawings they make of the characters
Listen to any babbling or rant that the reader has to give, whether it be frogs, plants or prophecies he saw on his own in the stars, astronomy, etc. Even if she doesn't understand shit, she just nods and won't let anyone take away that beautiful moment from the reader.
Imagine Amity introducing Luz to the reader! she would be SO happy to see that they would both get along because they are "nerdy" in different ways, but that they complement each other well.
I think Amity is definitely rooting for Stolas! reader to confess directly if he has a crush, after all, he is cute, comes from a good family and has a big heart, who wouldn't want to be with him? It even helps you make a note!
She wants the reader to find REAL love and not be forced to have a partner for something like status.
She supports the reader all the way when she decides to reveal herself to her family, she knows how scary it is, so she even offers him not only a shoulder to cry on, but also to stay with her for a while.
She tells him how brave he was and how happy she is for him.
Overall, rich, misunderstood best friends who stick together 💜
Shares, reglogs and comments are very welcome!
Thanks for the Request ❤️
#headcanons#male reader#the owl house#toh#the owl house hunter#the owl house amity#the owl house willow#platonic reader#platonic#toh hunter#toh hunter x reader#toh amity#toh amity x reader#toh willow#toh willow x reader#the owl house x reader#toh x reader
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Louk's Bad Batch rewatch part 6 !!!
Y'all it's getting super close omg we're in feb now 🙃 lets goooo
Bad Batch 1x02
Tech piloting +10 points
I'll never get tired of Wrecker and Omega napping together 🥺
Echo and Hunter mom and dad 💕
our lil bby Omega stepping into the sun !!! soaking up the fresh air and playing in the dirt !!! I am going to sob 😭😭😭
"That would be dirt" ~ Tech 🤣
Tech: "we're all deserters now" Echo: 😮
Hunter stopping Omega from walking into the booby trap
vs Wrecker 2 seconds later...
SUU MY QUEEN 👑💕
Wrecker is eating a meiloorun 👀 watch out buddy Hera's coming for u
Hello yes who do I talk to about getting a Cut Suu & the batch history/flashback/how they met story time anything pretty please
Rex mention 👀
Tech 🤝 Omega casually dropping the biggest plot points like it's nbd
Omega meeting other kids that don't share her dna 🥲
"Uncle Wrecker!" I am totally normal about this
HER CHECKING BACK WITH HUNTER FOR PERMISSION 😭
ok but are we just gonna ignore the fact that Shaeeah looks completely different to tcw ??
Cut knows what's up with the Kaminoans 👀
Cut also knows what's up putting Hunter in his civvie clothes don't come @ me
Rampart 🤢
"Omega went out past the fence!" *bad batch enters dad batch mode* 🏃♂️💨
Cut is the daddest of the batch tho 🥺 he's parenting all of them
THEIR FACES WATCHING CUT WITH OMEGA I CANT 😭
For some reason Hunter is the same height as Wrecker in this scene ??? lmao
Omega taking her lil charm out of her hair 🥲
"Almost forgot how good of a shot you are" ~ Hunter @ Suu !! okay backstory PLEASE
Echo complaing about the imperial chaincode database vs Tech "it's ingenious" lmaooo
Hunter has the braincell rn
bro Hunter is literally growling at Tech for putting Omega in danger 👀 are we ready for his completely unhinged s3 arc??
Tech, Echo: 😳😬 Omega: 👋😁
Echo peeking from the roof !!
Tech's flip !!!
Tech catching Omega !!!!!!!
Echo mom put Omega in time out 😞
Echo's scomp skills have grown sm 🥲
the way he balances the chain codes on his scomp hand 🥺
Y'ALL I FORGOT! I'm also doing a 'Wrecker hits his head count' for the first part of s1 and a different count for s2 later 👀 but we'll get to that hehe I hate it! anyway!!
Wrecker hits his head count: 2
(he bonked it on a pole this ep go watch)
Cut and Hunter wearing the same clothes is giving when ur mum dresses you and your siblings in matching outfits
Tech: "we can't get caught with these chain codes" 🤔 Echo: "we can't get caught at all" 💀 being mom is hard
HUNTER GIVING ORDERS WITHOUT WORDS AGAIN bfkwbxhabckw my fav
Tech to the rescueeee
If I had a dollar for every time Omega was in danger bc of a random imperial droid but is saved at the last second by Wrecker smashing it, I'd have 2 dollars... which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice
Omega's hand is so tiny in Wrecker's 😭🤲
Cut and Wrecker are wearing matching hats 💕
"but I want to stay with you" thanks I didn't need my heart anyway 💔
Suu owns my heart fr
"It responded to that" ~ Wrecker 💀
OMEGA SWEETHEART 😭😭😭 someone needs to hug her so bad she's just a baby can ppl stop upsetting her!! This is ep 2 plssss
Where is the Lawquane family? Are they safe? Are they alright?
Thanks y'all for joining again <3 I'm gonna have to keep it up bc feb is already going so fast?
Anywayyy ilysm 💕
#louk’s bad batch rewatch#star wars#the bad batch#tech bad batch#hunter bad batch#bad batch tech#bad batch hunter#hunter the bad batch#the bad batch hunter#hunter tbb#tbb hunter#bad batch echo#echo bad batch#echo tbb#tech tbb#tech the bad batch#the bad batch tech#wrecker tbb#tbb wrecker#wrecker bad batch#omega tbb#omega bad batch#tbb omega#bad batch omega#cut lawquane#suu lawquane#shaeeah lawquane#jek lawquane#bad batch#star wars the bad batch
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Belos doesn’t have narcissistic personality disorder or any stigmatized disorder ya’ll associate with villains because that’s unhelpful and also not really him. Belos has ADHD and here’s why:
Starts a scene with a goal, totally forgets what he’s doing. Good example: That scene that got cut because he was talking with Hunter and then went on a tangent about how boring human books are. He’s the evil villain version of “walks into a room, forgets what he went in there for”. He does this pretty constantly. He acts without thinking a lot which causes this, he doesn’t consider his actions or how they’re going to kick his *ss later. Belos really has trouble focusing on tasks and completing them. He’s very impulsive.
Belos LOVES to talk with Luz about his interests and tell her stuff she does not need to know especially... like... since she’s 14 and he’s way older than her but he views her as an adult and therefore she’s a “friend”. He’s very chatty which could fall under the kind of chatterbox category of needing to share information and not always paying attention to the energy of the other person in the conversation and not letting them get a word in. Not really having a sense of danger is a big one because Luz gets him a few times and he knows she’s dangerous for him but he literally walks up to her and is like “Hey hey pay attention to me hey” and Luz is like, “I’m gonna k*ll u”.
And finally, Belos and Luz have a lot in common with their special interests, personalities, and energy. I think they both also have depression which is more obvious in Luz later in the show but Belos has constant tiredness and insomnia based on his... everything, he has angry outbursts quite a bit, he’s lost a ton of weight which is probably from being sick but also could be that he’s not eating properly. And I don’t want to speculate too much on this but other than his one goal that’s keeping him going he doesn’t really have an interest in life or continuing to be around and if he finished his goal he’d have to face those emotions and he can’t.
Concluding thoughts... yeah, Belos definitely has something going on. It doesn’t justify his behavior. He’s still a person who is capable of some horrible stuff whether or not he’s mentally ill because he still made those choices and probably would’ve made them again because he’s informed by culture and relationships as much as mental illness. Also as I wrote this I wanted to be clear that I have ADHD and depression and these are things I recognized that we have in common and also in common with Luz. If you have ADHD or depression and you don’t agree with my opinion, that’s totally fair.
#long post#emperor belos#the owl house#adhd#also please don't use this to diagnose yourself I'm not a doctor#tw mental illnes
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https://www.tumblr.com/fandomfluffandfuck/737790809786793984/idk-what-switch-fucking-flipped-but-the-blasphemy
omg the way i immediately went to maddie's blog to read her priest!steve and inmate!bucky now that u reminded me of it 🥴 the flavor guilt brings to the table is always🙏🙏🙏
related to this
"Matthew 26:41" by MaddieWritesStucky
Also--
"The Wages of Sin" by MaddieWritesStucky
Aaaand, I'll plug my own kinky blasphemy drabble, too, lol--
"Did I Mistake You For A Sign From God"
Anyway, fics aside, yes yes yes-! I love Maddie's works, and those in particular are *chef's kiss* I love them 🥴🥴
Now is the time when I also admit to maybe having already having started planning a new fic or drabble, I haven't decided yet what it will be (if it will be anything 🤷🏻♂️), related to blasphemy and sacrilegious and kinks of the kind. Although, it's not evanstan and it's not stucky...
I've been thinking unholy thoughts about God the Bounty Hunter and Cole Turner...
Cole whimpers, "guh! Nnngh! Oh, God!" His fingers tight, tight, and tightening in the bounty hunter's hair, holding on as he swallows around his cock, so deep that he's in his throat, Jesus, he's never--no one has ever taken him so deep. Cole's throwing his head back, giving up on being quiet so they don't get caught in this fucking creepy ass parking lot, but then...
God pulls off.
And Cole whines again.
God smirks arrogantly, "you're damn right." He jerks him nice and slow in his fist, too tight and overwhelming, making Cole want to crawl out of his skin. "Say it again," God murmurs, voice husky and rich, satisfied by already knowing that he will. Cole doesn't have a choice when he's making him feel like that--
"God, God, fuck, fuck mee," he whimpers, uncaring how pathetic he sounds when the man between his legs does whatever that was again.
Later, Cole lets God fuck him. He needs it.
Cole ends up on top of God, riding him in the back of the car, fogging the windows, but despite what their positioning might have anyone else infer, God is absolutely the one in control.
"You fall apart so pretty," God purrs, "you look like an angel, all fucked-out."
Cole whimpers, shaking under the praise. He can't help it, clenching down on his cock, it feels so big inside him.
"That's it," God groans, "give me what I deserve."
Cole's lips drop open, maybe to call out his arrogance and pride, but all that really happens is his lips quivering. It's too hot to even moan.
"You gonna worship me, huh, angel? Gonna kneel and serve me? C'mon, I know you want to, I can practically see that brain of yours dissolving, angel, it's okay, give in, I know I make you feel better than anyone else has. It's okay." God talks down to him even though Cole is literally on top of him, and it's so delicious. He feels crushable. Tiny and delicate underneath the power of the other man--underneath the power of God. "'M gonna ruin you, but I promise it won't hurt. Not unless you want it to."
An even hotter, bigger wave of heat crashes through Cole, so strong he helplessly swoons down, collapsing onto God's chest.
God responds cruelly, kissing him within an inch of his life. Pouring enough lust to kill him into the embrace, biting his lower lip until he cries out. Cole could cry. He feels so good.
So... uh... head full 😮💨😮💨
#asks#fandomfluffandfuck#bucky barnes#steve rogers#stucky#fic rec#evanstan#god the bounty hunter#cole turner#ghosted#god x cole
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Things from the TOH sneak peaks that set me off:
HUNTER CHECKING IN ON LUZ 😭
Luz and Hunter acting like siblings... they've been through so much together 🥺 Hunter being the reassuring big bro was just adorable
Then his immediate spiral 2 seconds later, so on brand for him
I missed the sound of Zeno Robinson's voice, didn't realise how big the Hunter shaped hole in my life was until now
Also Luz referencing Hollow Mind feels like it's setting up the emotional arcs for this special
Amity's cute little smile when Luz gives her the plaster. Can't wait to see more Lumity moments 💖💖
Camila pronouncing Belos was funny for some reason. Her voice actor really sells the "What the fuck is going on" tone
"Newer, smaller bad guy?"
Luz is such a dumbass, they're gonna figure it out this episode for sure
THEY/THEM COLLECTOR PRONOUNS
And onto the next one-
GUS! He's all excited about human stuff again! I'm so glad to see his roots shining through despite everything. The little giggle in his voice is so cute!
"Hunter! Look at all this awesome human stuff!"
Brothers sharing a room/basement
B u b b l e w r a p
The cute little "whoops"
Camila is so caring omg
Hunter's knee shuffle, he's so awkward, I love it
"Please never do that again" that's right, wean him off the 'I'm grateful you let me live' mentality
Hunter has such a soft look when Gus is lamenting over finishing the bubble wrap. Just a cute, loving smile, hshdhhdhd I cannot WAIT to see more of these two!
I lowkey forgot Vee was voiced by Amethyst
Amity and Willow attacking the alarm clock lmaooo
"Good work, it's dead." Y'all really have no self awareness, do you?
The 'welcome home Luz' note is actually kind of sad when you think about it, Camila was expecting her daughter to show up and things to go back to normal, it would be an ocaision to celebrate, not panic of a world at war
I'm guessing after that clip she talks to Luz, who wasn't shown. I'm scared for the emotions
I may have to find time to binge the entire show just to catch myself up before the release. I miss these characters, and I need to get into the ZONE-
#the owl house#toh#toh season 3#luz noceda#willow park#amity blight#hunter toh#gus porter#vee toh#camila noceda#toh spoilers
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Chapter 16!
Steve Harrington: Vampire Hunter
ao3 link
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4
Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8
Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12
Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 (Chapter 17 (final) coming soon!)
One of Wayne’s hands landed like a comforting weight on Steve's back. “It’s gonna be alright. Whatever you done, I'm sure there's a way to fix it.”
Steve let out a half hysterical bark of laughter and finally lifted his head from between his shaking hands.
“I don’t know if I can, but I have to try. Can you head downtown? I need you to drop me off somewhere.” Eddie could be anywhere. The theater, the club, or any one of the many other businesses he was involved in, but in any case they would be headed in the right direction.
Wayne nodded and made a u-turn, speeding down the road as Steve picked his phone back up off the footwell and dialed Dustin.
“Hey Steve! What’s up?”
Steve’s heartbeat picked up at the sound of the boy’s voice. How could he ever have put Dustin's safety in Henry’s hands? He felt shame wash over him like a tidal wave, for a growing number of reasons.
“Where are you right now?” Steve asked in a rush.
“Underground still, I just got up. Everything okay?”
“Is Eddie with you? I need to talk to him right away, it’s important.”
“Oh.” Dustin exclaimed, surprised. “Um, is it an emergency? Because he’s upstairs in the theater getting ready for the party and..”
Steve had no idea what party Dustin was talking about but it hardly mattered. He considered trying to talk to Eddie mind to mind, it might be faster, but he was still a few miles away, and wasn’t sure what the range was on that kind of power.
“Yes, it’s an emergency.” Steve interrupted. “No, everything is not okay, I need you to run the phone to him as fast as you can. Please hurry.”
“Shit. Okay, hang on.”
The sound that came through the phone was a bizarre mix of rapidly pounding footsteps and a whooshing so loud it was like he was standing in a wind storm. In less than two minutes the phone was being handed off, and Eddie’s familiar voice filled the line.
“Steve?” The vampire sounded almost panicked, as if he knew that only a matter of life and death would have Steve calling him like this.
“Eddie, I…” He swallowed hard. “There’s… fuck… there’s a vampire coming after you. He’s…” He trailed off again, throat tight as he struggled to tell Eddie what he’d done.
Eddie scoffed. “Is that all? Tell him to get in line behind all the others.”
“No, you don’t understand. I-” Steve took a deep breath and blew it out slow. “Eddie, I gave you up to him. I told him that you spend your daylight hours under the theater. I even gave him the layout of the place. I told him everything, everything. His name is Henry Creel and he’s the oldest thing I've ever met. Older than Billy, older than Anglea, in fact I think he’s Angela’s master. I thought…” Steve sighed, there was no point trying to explain. “It doesn’t matter what I thought, but they are working together. It’s all been a plan to trick me into betraying you and helping them, and I fell for it.”
The silence on the other end of the line was absolute, and he thought Eddie might have hung up on him. He wouldn’t have blamed him if he had.
Steve pulled the phone away from his ear to check but the call was still connected.
“Eddie?”
“You were really going to let him kill me?” Eddie breathed the words, the shock and hurt so painfully clear in his voice.
Steve’s chest began to ache. “You marked me again after I refused. I… you just kept pushing and… I was so mad at you. I… I didn't feel like I had any other choice.” He said weakly, the excuse sounding lame now even to his own ears.
Eddie cleared his throat and when he spoke again sounded a little more like his usual self. “So what changed? Why warn me now if you wanted me dead so badly?”
Steve pressed on, ignoring the way Eddie’s words hit him like a knife in the gut, though he probably deserved the pain. This was too important, he had to tell him their plan. “Henry wants to take control of the city so he can order all of your vampires to kill humans. He means for there to be a massacre tomorrow night. When we met, he told me he thought legalized vampirism was helping his kind to spread too quickly. I agreed with him but I didn't know what he meant to do. He wants vampires to be hunted again. I didn't know this was his plan to discredit them.”
“So that’s it? You are warning me now to save human lives?”
“Well, yes, but…” Steve stammered.
“This is what it took for you to believe I am the lesser evil?”
Steve squeezed his eyes shut, the pain in his chest blossoming to the point that he could hardly feel anything else. Had he just been a scared idiot this whole time?
“I’m sorry.” He whispered it so softly he wasn’t sure Eddie had even heard until he replied.
“It’s okay, Steve.” Eddie said, so much hurt and resignation carried in three simple words. “I will do what I can to save your precious humans.”
“It isn’t like that, please, I’m on my way to you now. I-” Steve cut himself off, afraid of what he was about to say. He started again. “He’s so powerful, Eddie. I don’t know what we’re going to do.”
“I’ll see what arrangements I can make. I’ll put up a good fight at the very least.”
Steve wanted to say- We! We’ll put up a good fight!- But he didn’t think his late show of support would carry much weight with the vampire now. Instead he concentrated on the first part of Eddie’s statement.
“What does that mean? Shouldn’t we just hide you or something?”
“I have an idea, if this Henry will agree to it.”
“And you’re going to do what? Negotiate with him?”
“I’m going to do the best I can with what I have. Send his number to this phone.” Eddie paused before adding. “See you soon, Steve.” Before hanging up.
Steve stared down at the blank screen wondering how the hell they were going to get out of this. He hoped Jane had something up her sleeve.
“Was that your vampire on the phone then?” Wayne prodded.
Steve didn’t bristle at the use of your vampire like he might have before.
He was tired of denying the truth, even to himself.
Look at where it had gotten him.
Look at what he’d done in his denial.
Steve nodded, throat tight. He owed Wayne an explanation, he knew that.
He started to try and talk but Wayne stopped him.
“I think I got the general idea of it, son. You don’t need to explain yourself to me.”
The older man paused, keeping his eyes on the road while he dug through his center console. He pulled out an old pack of cigarettes and shook one out, steering with his knee for a moment as he lit it. Wayne hadn’t smoked for years.
“Did I ever tell you I was adopted?”
“No…” Steve had no idea where this was coming from, or where it could possibly be going, but he wasn’t going to question the man.
“Yep.” Wayne nodded, smiling a little and gesturing with the cigarette as he spoke. “Mr. and Mrs. Thompson, the folks who raised me, they couldn't have any kids of their own. They had these neighbor’s, the Munsons, who were blessed with seven children, including a little surprise newborn me 5 years after their last. They were struggling as it was without one more mouth to feed, so the Thompson's took me in, adopted me and raised me as their own.”
Munson?
As in, Eddie Munson?
“What are you saying, Wayne?”
“I’m saying, I did a little research on my family tree, my birth family, and it turns out that your Eddie is my many-times great uncle. He didn’t have any kids of his own before he died, er well, before he was turned, but his brother did.”
“I don’t know what to say, I'm so sorry. I-”
“It’s alright. You didn’t know, and what’s done is done. I can’t really blame you for how you feel, and there was a time when I probably would have done the same thing as you. I’m not telling you all this to make you feel guilty, I’m telling you so you’ll understand that there is no way in hell you’re convincing me to sit this one out. Your Eddie might not know it, but he's my family, and I take care of my own.”
“Even though he’s a vampire?”
Wayne shrugged, peering at him sideways with a meaningful look. “Nobody’s perfect.”
Steve got the feeling they weren’t talking about his family tree any more.
Wayne blew a long plume of smoke out the window and glanced at him again. “You still think your feelings for him aren’t real?”
“Even if they were, there's a big difference between accepting the fact that your partner leaves dirty dishes in the sink or refuses to take out the trash, and accepting that they, y’know– drink blood and kill people.”
“You sure he’s killed?”
Steve gave Wayne his own look then, feeling mildly justified for it. “He’s several hundred years old and a master vampire so I'm gonna say yeah, probably."
“Okay, fair enough, but, you’ve killed too.”
“That’s different.” Steve said, immediately defensive.
“Is it?”
Was it different? Steve let himself think about it, really think about it for the first time, but how could he really judge? He didn’t know anything about Eddie’s past, had never bothered to ask. He hadn’t thought it mattered. He just assumed all these bad things about him based solely on the fact that he was a vampire.
“Okay, fine. But there's still the marks to consider and-”
“Listen, I get it Steve. Really I do, but wouldn’t it be a shame to throw away something like that if there’s a chance that it is real?”
Steve looked away. He had to. He stared out the window and watched the world go by at 70 miles an hour and wondered what he’d given up by being so close-minded. “I don’t think it matters anymore.” He muttered softly.
He had tried to get Eddie killed, and unless a miracle happened it was likely that the vampire would die at Henry’s hands. And at Steve’s by extension.
It was a hell of a time for him to start accepting his feelings, the same moment Eddie was no doubt learning to hate him in return. They might all be dead in the next twenty-four hours anyway, so maybe now wasn’t the time to be thinking about it
Wayne’s expression turned grim. “Where are we headed?”
“The Corroded Coffin.”
Steve made one more phone call before they arrived at the theater. He agonized over the idea for a few short minutes, but ultimately decided they needed all the help and firepower they could get.
He didn’t exactly trust Nancy, not after she spied on him and who knows what else, but there just weren’t that many people he knew who could go up against the monsters and win. He also knew that as much as she liked to pretend she was in this business for the money, it meant more to her than that. Nancy liked knowing she was helping people, saving people, something she hadn’t been able to do for her childhood friend.
Once he had explained what was going on, and what the city stood to lose if Eddie fell, she was fully on board, contract be damned.
Nancy had a room in the city, so she arrived at the same time he and Wayne did, and the three of them walked in together.
The whole place was fully decked out for Halloween, or more specifically for Mischief Night, or Devil’s Night as it said in dripping letters on the marquee. Even the venue’s sign had been changed for the event. A giant blood splattered sheet had been hung over it, emblazoned with the words “Hellfire Club” and a crude devil’s head logo that all looked like it had been painted by hand.
It was meant to look as though the theater had been taken over by a Satanic Cult for the night, but really it was just a show like any other. With themed cocktails, of course. The flyers for the party advertised all sorts of entertainment, from musical acts, to chainsaw jugglers, contortionists, and fire-eaters. The grand finale was to be a ritual “sacrifice” to the Devil himself.
They had to fight through a thick crowd just to make it in the doors. Steve couldn’t believe how busy it was. Only a few nights ago people had been running out of here screaming after the giant cobra had eaten its trainer. Now it was as if it never happened. Was good entertainment really that hard to come by?
Steve led the way as the three of them pushed inside. He wondered briefly if he would have to seek Eddie out, or if Max or someone else would be waiting for him, but as he crossed the threshold he heard Eddie whisper through his mind.
‘Steve?’
Even as nothing more than a disembodied voice in his head, Eddie still managed to make him shiver.
‘I’m here.’
Steve couldn’t help saying the words out loud at the same time he spoke them in his head, pushing them down the long path of their new connection. For a moment he could feel Eddie’s relief brush up against his own before the vampire’s voice sounded again.
’Meet me backstage, use the door we took to get to the snake. Hurry, there's not much time.’
Steve had stopped dead in his tracks, gripping on to Wayne’s arm as he listened, the press of bodies around them threatening to send him off balance. It was his own fault, if he hadn’t ignored these powers for so long he would be used to this kind of stuff by now and it wouldn't be so disorienting.
Wayne seemed to have caught on to what was happening but Nancy was looking at him curiously. Thankfully, she didn’t ask, just kept her head down and followed the two men as Steve pulled Wayne along behind him.
He had so many questions, but for once he didn’t stop to argue with the vampire or second guess him. If Eddie said hurry, Steve would hurry. He had no doubt he would find out what was going on soon enough.
There were two men standing on either side of the door that would lead them backstage. It took a moment for Steve to realize he recognized them, a pair of the werewolves that had fought side-by-side with him against the snake only a few nights ago. He waited for their snarls, sure that they and everyone here who called Eddie master would know what he had done, but the wolves only gave small nods of recognition and moved aside so that he and his guests could pass by.
Steve took a moment to gather himself before pushing the door open.
Eddie was in there.
Steve could feel him just on the other side, the vampire's power calling to his own, pulsing like a beacon in the dark. He took a deep breath, and prepared to face him.
The wings were filled with vampires and wereanimals, all dressed for the occasion and whatever acts they were set to be a part of tonight. Steve recognized most of them. Jeff, Argyle, and Dustin of course. The rats were all there too, Gareth and Will, his brother and their mom, Joyce, with her first aid kit once again slung over her shoulder, Grant and a few others whose name’s he didn’t know.
There was the dark skinned brother and sister pair who were once again hanging out near Max. When last he met them Steve could’t place what they were, could only feel their otherworldly energy but now he knew instantly that they were werewolves too. His power could now recognize them and their tie to Eddie.
In fact, he could feel the way they were all tied to him, could feel their loyalty to Eddie like an invisible brand and by extension to Steve as well.
If he concentrated, he could sense their people in his mind, could shuffle through them like a deck of cards.
For the wolves, he felt the steady beat of each of their pulses as though his fingers were pressed to their skin. Little flickering flames that represented the lives of each vampire who owed allegiance to them.
The rats were different, he couldn't feel them in that way, as they had no mystical bond with Eddie but they were allies, maybe even friends. That much he could discern.
It was all too much, and Steve slammed his shields harder into place. He didn’t deserve to hold these people's lives in his hands like that. He didn’t deserve to feel connected to them this way. He certainly didn’t deserve to think of himself and Eddie as if they were one, not now.
When he was no longer overwhelmed by his new abilities, Steve’s eyes found Eddie right away, and as usual the sight took his breath away.
Tonight Eddie was not just the owner of the theater, but the star of the show. The leader of the Hellfire Club turned satanic cult. He was dressed for the role, looking every bit the 80’s metalhead persona that he was trying to embody. He wore his hair down and a little more wild than he usually kept it. His black jeans were tight and ripped at the knee giving a peak of pale skin as he moved. He wore a black and white raglan shirt with the same artwork that could be seen outside printed on the front of it. A black leather jacket and an old school battle vest had been thrown over the whole thing to complete the ensemble.
It should have looked ridiculous, and on anyone else it might have, but Eddie made it work somehow. Steve hadn’t even known he was into the bad boy look, but as he stared at the vampire he felt as if he had stepped into another one of his wet dreams.
If only.
Eddie was looking back at him with just as much intensity, though his expression was unreadable. For the first time Steve wished he could feel what the vampire was feeling, to know if all of that simmering want had truly turned to hatred and disgust. He even found himself following the connection, the thread that he imagined joining the two of them together, but he was met with empty air. Eddie was shielding too, and hard.
They stared at each other unmoving for what felt like forever but couldn't have been more than a few blinks when Steve felt a little push on his back.
Wayne.
It made him take an involuntary step forward and he used that momentum to carry him closer until finally he and Eddie were face to face. Steve reached for something, anything to say. He opened his mouth, closed it again. Nothing was right, nothing was enough.
Eddie came to his rescue, again.
“Thank you, Steve, for coming, and for bringing your… friends. I’m afraid we need all the help we can get.”
“What’s happening?” Steve asked.
“Henry and I made a deal, a sort-of compromise. He agreed to battle this out with me face-to-face as long as I agreed to let the fight happen on stage in front of the public as part of the show tonight, so the masses can see what vampires are really like.”
“But, all those people, we can’t put them in danger like that.”
Eddie took Steve gently by the wrist and led him away from the rest of the group all the way past the backdrop curtain. He looked back at Wayne, concerned about leaving him alone with all these powerful strangers but the older man just gave him a nod of encouragement. He’d be fine, even now Nancy was introducing him to Dustin and Steve could see the instant fondness in Wayne's smile.
Steve wasn’t sure where they were going until Eddie opened a door that was all but hidden in the wall. It was a small storage room that mostly seemed to house different color curtains and backdrops and even a few small setpieces. Eddie waved him inside and shut the door behind them, resting his back against it as he finally replied.
“There were very few choices available to me. I raised the same concerns with your former ally and did my best to negotiate on behalf of our human audience. Henry has agreed that the bloodshed will be limited to those who join the fight on the stage.” Eddie spoke softly and Steve realized why he moved them. He didn’t want to be overheard. Something about that fact felt ominous.
Steve kept his voice low as well, aware that almost everyone outside the closet had supernatural hearing. “And you trust that he’ll follow that?”
“He gave his word, and whatever you might believe about vampires we don’t give it lightly. I think he will do what he says. He has also pledged to limit his use of certain powers. He could very likely bring this whole building down around us with a simple thought, but even he agreed that the humans would never blame that on vampires and that wouldn’t exactly help meet his goal.“
“Do we have any hope of winning here? Can we beat him?”
Eddie bowed his head for a moment then looked up at Steve with a sad smile, eyes swimming with something akin to grief as he stepped closer and reached up to tuck a stray hair behind Steve's ear.
“We.” Eddie said, laughing a little bit at himself. “For months I’ve longed to hear you refer to us as a we. I only wish it hadn’t taken such extremes to get there.” Eddie leaned in, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek. “We will do our best, but I fear even that will not be enough.”
Steve couldn’t take it anymore. He didn't understand. “Why aren't you mad at me? You should hate me for what I did.”
“I could never hate you, sweetheart. I’ve always understood why you felt the way you did, I just held out hope that one day you’d change your mind. That you might, with time, understand me too and be able to accept me and the way I feel for you.”
Steve froze. “The way you felt about me, you mean? I betrayed you, tried to kill you. Surely that has…changed things.”
Eddie dropped his shields then. Not all the way, he didn’t want to overwhelm Steve, he just wanted him to taste the truth in his words. Steve knew all of that in a split second, just as he knew suddenly and without a doubt that to Eddie, this was real. It always had been. The physical attraction was there, intense and undeniable, but nestled in tightly against it was the warmth and sweetness of love. It was all laid out for him, clear as crystal. Eddie wanted Steve in every way it was possible to want another person. Mind, body, and soul.
He saw himself through Eddie’s eyes, and couldn’t believe anyone could see him like that.
As he withdrew from Steve and pulled his shields back into place, Eddie pressed a hand over his own heart like he could feel all that emotion making its way back home to be locked up tight once more.
“How could I ever feel anything but love for you, my beautiful stubborn boy.”
“Eddie, I…”
There was a knock on the door and Dustin called out from the other side of it. “I”m sorry to interrupt but, they’re here, Eddie. It’s time.” The kid’s voice shook and Steve wondered if he knew how doomed they all were.
Eddie smiled sadly at Steve. “Hold that thought, sweetheart. Whatever it is, you can tell me later, if we survive this.”
He turned to leave and Steve couldn't let that be it. Couldn’t let that be their last moment alone together if this all went south. From one breath to the next Steve let his mental walls turn to rubble and fall to the ground. Gone were the massive barriers that once stood tall between them. He’d left a crack open before, enough to hear Eddie whisper through his mind, to receive whatever Eddie might send his way but now he was wide open. Not only to Eddie but to himself. He finally opened the box, letting out all the things he’d been shoving down deep inside since the first time he laid eyes on the vampire in front of him.
Steve saw the moment it hit Eddie, all of it, how he really felt about him.
The fear was still there.
The fear of what Eddie was. The fear of losing himself to the marks. The fear of his feelings not being real, the fear if they were.
His ever present want for Eddie was there too. The desire he felt for the other man was intense, palpable, like candy on the tongue. Eddie was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, something he couldn't quite believe that he was allowed to touch.
In the middle of it all was a love that had spread like wildflowers, growing and blooming since day one, no matter how hard he fought it.
Steve grabbed Eddie by the arm and spun him back around, surging forward to crash their lips together. He used his grip on the vampire to tug him closer, until the front of their bodies were pressed tightly together. Eddie grabbed on to him too, throwing his arms around Steve's shoulders as the kiss turned desperate. Steve wound a hand into all that dark curly hair and couldn’t believe it was the first time he’d ever let himself do it. A pained sound escaped him as he realized It might also be the last.
Steve didn’t break the kiss until he was out of breath and had no choice but to pull away as a sob forced its way out of his throat. A tear spilled over, escaping his eye to roll down his cheek. Eddie cupped his face on either side and kissed it away.
Eddie rested his forehead against Steve’s. There was so much to say, but they were out of time.
“Promise me something?” Eddie whispered, his breath ghosting over Steve’s lips with the question.
“Anything.”
“If it comes down to it… if I… I need you to build those shields up again. Higher and thicker than ever before. Cut yourself off from me as thouroughly as you can, it’ll be your best chance and I… I can’t stand the thought of you feeling me die or of pulling you down with me.”
Steve let out another sob that shook his entire body. He didn’t want this. He wanted to argue, he wanted to rage, he wanted to scream that no, he would be there to the very end. He would not abandon Eddie to be alone in his final moments on this earth.
But Eddie had asked him to promise, this is what he wanted, and Steve had said anything. He nodded, not trusting himself to speak as more tears streamed down his face. Eddie kissed them all away as if he could drink down the very sorrow that caused them and eliminate it.
It was time to open the curtain, and everyone took their places.
There were two raised platforms on either side of the stage facing each other, with a large open space in between interrupted only by the sacrificial stone altar which sat dead in the center of everything.
Eddie took to the platform on their side, Henry on the other, both alone on their daises with their respective armies on the stage below.
At first glance it would seem as though Henry were severely outnumbered. He had only Owens, Jane, and Angela on his side, along with her band of teenage vampires. Four of them total, the two boys Steve and Wayne had faced on the road and another girl with dark hair that he hadn’t seen before, a contrast to Angela’s bleach blonde.
Perhaps the strangest thing though was the fact that they were all in costume. It was nearly Halloween and they were supposed to be putting on a show so Steve supposed it made some sense.
Henry himself was dressed as a southern pastor. His white dress shirt and its high collar were paired with a black jacket, pants, and wide brimmed hat. The visual was striking though of course he carried no bible and wore no cross or rosary. It was the perfect antithesis to Eddie’s Devil worshiper persona.
Owens was made up as Frankenstein’s monster and Jane had gone meta in a very classic and childlike witch’s costume. All of the vampires were all done up in 50’s poodle skirts and greaser jackets, with high ponytails, and slicked back hair respectively.
Eddie’s side of the stage, their side, was comparatively packed.
Steve, Wayne, and Nancy had all suited up in various bits of leather, denim, and metal with as many weapons as each could carry strapped to their bodies. They were dressed as what they were, vampire hunters. Dustin, Jeff, and a few others wore the same Hellfire Club shirts as Eddie, playing the parts of fellow members of the cult. The rest of the home team looked a little like circus performers, lots of spandex and glitter, whatever they had put on for the acts they’d been planning to perform before the show had turned into a war.
Eddie raised a microphone to his lips and with nothing but a subtle clearing of his throat managed to silence the crowd.
As hundreds waited with bated breath, he sent his power through the throngs of spectators, and Steve was along for the ride. He felt Eddie’s influence even as he was unaffected by it. He projected calm into the audience with the suggestion for everyone to remain in their seats no matter what they might see or hear tonight. It was all just a show, after all. It wasn’t done with words, it was a feeling, a planted instinct. Most people wouldn’t even know it was happening but they would follow the subconscious hint to the tee.
“Welcome to Hellfire!” Eddie raised his arm high above his head as he belted the words out.
The crowd went wild. Applause, shouts, and whistles could be heard all around the theater, with many of the patrons even screaming Eddie’s name.
He hushed the crowd and again they complied almost instantly. “You have all come here for a party this evening, for a show unlike any other and I'm sorry to say that our plans for you have changed.”
There were a few grumbles of disappointment, but not much. Apparently the audience trusted that Eddie knew what he was doing, maybe even thought that this was all planned.
“Fear not my friends because tonight you will see something even more entertaining, more dangerous and terrifying than any act of fire or blades. Tonight you will bear witness to a battle for your very lives and for the soul of this city that we all call home.”
He paused again, seeming to bask in the applause that rolled over him from the adoring masses. Steve knew better. He was still wide open to Eddie, and Eddie to him, and he could feel the fear, panic, and dread that threatened to overwhelm him even as he put on this act for everyone else. Eddie looked down from his place on the platform and caught Steve's eye. They exchanged no words, no whispers in the mind, it would hurt too much. But it was there plainly in Eddie's eyes.
Hopelessness.
He looked away from Steve and back out into the crowd as he finished his speech.
“On this, our beloved Devil’s night, the monsters of this city will fight to the death to retain control of it. If we win, then life as you know it will carry on as peaceful as before. If our enemies win, there will be chaos and bloodshed in the streets. They will feed on every innocent human in this city until they are drained dry and lifeless.”
Thunderous applause spread through the theater again. Steve couldn't believe people were buying this, couldn’t they feel the tension on stage?
A second microphone appeared. This one in Henry’s hands as he took his own turn to address the audience. “Tonight, humans, you will learn a valuable lesson. Vampires cannot be tamed, and the monsters are not your friends. It was foolish to think that you could live next to us in peace without consequences. We are dangerous, we are killers, and we will destroy all of you if you let us in. By the end of the night I believe you will all wish to return to the days where creatures like us were hunted, forced to hide in the dark. Please believe me when I say, I am doing all of this for your own good. You will all die someday, would it not be better for your deaths to mean something? To contribute to a better life for future generations?”
The applause was a little more scattered this time, some folks were confused on how to react to the strangers words. Steve turned away, he couldn’t worry about the crowd anymore, didn't want to watch himself fail through the audience's eyes or see their reactions to the very real carnage that was about to happen.
Nothing after the speeches had been planned. It was a battle like any other. Wild and violent.
And they were losing.
In the beginning Steve had run around like a madman, trying to keep his eye on everyone he cared about most all at once, but it was impossible to keep them all in his sights. He was unsurprised to see that Wayne had taken up a post next to Dustin. The kid was a vampire, but an inexperienced fighter. Between the two of them though, with Dustin’s power and Wayne’s skill, Steve had to let it go, and trust that they could keep each other alive.
He lost track of Nancy next, she was taking on Jake and Chad at the same time and had just managed what Steve hoped was a killing blow on one of them when the other female vampire, the one with the dark hair, tackled her and the two disappeared having rolled past the many other one-on-one and two-on-one fights that were happening all across the space.
Steve himself had taken a special interest in Angela. Apart from Henry, she was the most dangerous thing on the stage and therefore his number one target. Jane might have given her a run for her money given the chance, but the young girl was still playing at being on Henry’s side for now.
She was going easy on them though, Steve could tell. He watched her just long enough to make sure she wouldn't hurt any of his people and realized that she wasn’t attacking anyone so much as defending herself when one of the wolves or rats got too close. He had thought about warning Eddie and the others that the witch was on their side but he was afraid of blowing her cover too soon.
Steve managed to hold his own against Angela far better than he had the last time, no doubt having the third mark to thank for that, but somewhere along the line he got distracted by a slashing pain in his chest. He looked down expecting to see himself sliced up and bloody, but he was fine, and Angela wasn’t even holding a blade.
He looked up at Eddie’s platform just in time for it to happen again. The front of Eddie’s shirt had been sliced open, revealing the wounds underneath. This time Steve saw as well as felt it when whatever power that was cutting him like an invisible knife split his skin open again, sending blood spurting from his chest.
Confused, Steve looked to Henry and found him focused on Eddie with a hand thrown out in front of him, curled like a claw. The air between them shimmered with power, like heat coming off a raging fire. Steve was working on nothing but gut instinct as he raised his own hand in a mirror of Henry’s and directed every inch of hate he had at the other man. He mimicked Henry’s own motions, copied his use of power and felt a surge of triumph when he saw red blossom across the ancient vampire's chest.
He hadn’t known he could do that.
His victory was short lived as a second later he found himself falling to the ground with Angela on top of him. She stared down as she held him in place. He struggled in her hold but as strong as he now was, still she was stronger. He didn’t understand what was happening at first, she wasn’t trying to hurt him, just keep him there. Then her eyes burned with hazel fire. He looked into them defiantly, he was three marks in and very confident that she couldn’t roll him anymore, but that wasn’t what she was trying to do. The two points of light grew larger and moved closer to Steve’s face though Angela herself hadn’t moved.
He suddenly remembered the car, all those months ago when similar lights appeared in the color of Eddie’s eyes and had moved towards him in much the same way.
No, no, no. This couldn’t be happening.
No matter how hard Steve twisted and bucked and screamed in her face, he couldn’t get away from the blonde menace above him.
When her second mark hit him, Steve knew he was in deep shit. He felt his connection to Eddie dull, like the volume had been turned down, and he had the desperate urge to check on him. He resisted, because he knew it would be stupid to look away from the threat currently pinning him to the floor.
Because Angela wasn’t done with him. It sounded silly in retrospect but he’d almost expected her to let him go when the second mark was done. Before he could even react she had swooped down and sunk fangs into the side of his neck.
Steve had been unconscious when Eddie gave him the third mark, yet somehow he knew that was exactly what Angela was doing to him now. She drank but she didn’t take from him. It was an exchange. As she sipped his blood it was replaced in turn by her power and his body vibrated with it.
For a second he could feel both vampires in his head equally. If he had thought it was disorienting before, when he only held one other presence in his mind, this was a million times worse. He had no sense of himself, or where he was in relation to the world. For a terrifying moment he couldn’t feel his physical body at all.
When Steve came back to himself, Eddie was screaming his name. He opened his mouth to reply, to scream back, but suddenly he had a mouthful of bloody fingers. Somewhere in all this Angela had managed to bleed herself and she was force feeding it to him now.
A few drops and that was all it took. The fourth mark clicked into place and Eddie was lost to him for good. In his place was the twisted mind of a girl who had died young and yet had also lived for far too long.
Finally she let Steve go, believing that with the fourth mark he was now hers. With them bound together for eternity she was confident that he would fall in line. Steve worked to control his thoughts, his feelings, at the same time he started to rebuild his walls piece by piece.
Angela stood and offered him a hand up. He accepted it and even thanked her. He would have to be nicer to her now that they were tied. He would never grovel and apologize and he could feel that she didn't want him to. She liked that he had his pride, but he would have to prove himself to her somehow.
Now that Steve was on his feet he could see that Eddie had been brought down from his place on his platform and was being laid out across the stone table in the center of the stage. He was covered in blood and didn’t fight back. He was barely alive, and though Henry and Owens stood over him on either side, they didn't even bother to hold him down.
“What’s going on?” Steve asked Angela, though the answer was obvious.
“You will stake Eddie through the heart of course! To show the world how well Henry can control something that once belonged to him.”
“What?”
“Henry thinks he can control you through controlling me.”
Steve could feel how angry she was at the idea. She hated that Henry was stronger than her, more powerful. She'd gotten his far, and for what? Still living under the thumb of a man. She didn't want to be his ally and was only with him because she was afraid of him.
It gave Steve an idea that he was careful not to think all the way through. Angela smiled at him brightly, reading his plan in his thoughts, and the two of them walked to the table together.
“Steve.” Henry greeted him warmly. “Don’t worry, you are already forgiven for your cold feet. It’s understandable. I have to say, it is lovely to see you accepting your new place with us so readily. Come, I have one more task for you.” Henry held out a stake, intricately carved out of hardwood with vines and roses etched all over it, and handed it to Steve.
“You have gotten what you wanted. Angela has freed you from your old master. Now, all that is left to do is finish him off so that we can return the world to the way that it was meant to be.”
Steve gripped the stake tightly in his fist as he moved to the other side of the table, placing himself next to Owens so he could look Eddie in the eye one last time. The vampire’s once beautiful face was badly battered and bruised, but still he smiled when Steve’s face came into view.
Steve’s own expression was impassive, his mind carefully blank save for one thought.
He raised the stake high above his head and brought it down hard, angling it at the last second to send it not into Eddie’s chest, but Owens’.
Steve’s aim was true and the point of the stake sank home. Owens toppled backwards and Steve rode to the floor with him, pushing the wood in further and twisting, not letting up until the only thing coming out of the man's mouth were gurgles of blood.
He left the stake in place and drew one of the long knives that had been strapped to his back. He rounded on Henry ready for a fight, but he found it wasn’t necessary.
Henry was staring at Owens, watching as he died on the floor and was clearly struggling, likely using all of his power to try and keep himself from going down with his servant. Steve had used the same tactic with Billy. Killing Heather had made her master easier to take down. But Henry was far more powerful than Billy could have ever dreamed of being.
Luckily Jane was there using her own magic to hold the ancient vampire in place and dampen his abilities. Angela joined her, using her physical strength to drive Henry to his knees as Steve approached. He thought only of killing Henry as he shoved the blade through the blonde man’s chest. He pulled the knife out only to shove it back in swiftly again at a different angle, to make sure that the heart was completely destroyed.
“You did it!” Angela squealed. “I knew you could do it! Together we will be unstoppable!”
Steve smiled at her and thought of what he would have to do to make sure Henry stayed dead, removing his head, burning his body and maybe even scattering the ashes. He imagined all of that as he locked eyes with Jane, praying she would understand what he was about to do and help the others when it was done.
He removed the knife from Henry’s chest one more time, but instead of slamming it back in, he kicked the man’s weakened form out of the way and stuck it between Angela's ribs all in one fluid motion.
He felt searing pain in his own chest as the blade sliced through her heart, but he didn’t let up, he didn’t stop. He stabbed her over and over until he could no longer feel the handle in his hand over the screaming agony in his body. The mental walls he had been trying to rebuild without Angela’s notice were woefully inadequate to shield him from this.
He remembered his promise to Eddie and tried to keep rebuilding them. Eddie had thought that if Steve shielded hard enough he might survive. But that had been with three marks, not four. Still, he tried. He didn’t want to die, but if that was the price he had to pay to protect those he loved, he would do it gladly.
Steve opened his eyes, unaware that he’d even closed them and found that he was lying on the ground writhing in paint next to Angela's prone body.
He looked around wildly trying to find Eddie. He had to tell him before he died. He had to tell him so many things. That he was sorry, he was so sorry. Had he ever really apologized? He couldn’t remember, everything was getting fuzzy around him, blurry.
Something landed hard close to him. Steve tried to turn his head and look, it was a struggle but he managed and was so grateful when he did because it was him.
It was Eddie.
He’d rolled himself off the stone table trying to get to Steve and was even now crawling closer.
“Steve!” Eddie’s voice was weak and it broke on the single word.
Steve wished they could still whisper through each other's minds, so he could tell him…
“... ’m sorry.” Steve choked out.
He could feel himself fading fast. He was so cold.
“Don’t.” Eddie said, coughing up blood in the process.
“I…” Steve tried to force the words but they wouldn’t come.
He felt a hand on his forehead, and another come to rest on his chest. He couldn’t bring himself to care who it was. Wouldn’t dream of looking away from Eddie at this moment.
It was growing all dark around him but there was a warmth growing in his chest that was soothing and pleasant. He realized that at some point the pain had stopped too.
He felt like he was floating.
Steve’s eyes fell closed, he wasn’t strong enough to keep them open any more.
There was a lot of shouting. He couldn’t understand a word but he hoped everyone else was okay.
The last thing he felt before he passed out was a cool hand sliding into his, fingers entwined.
Chapter 17 (final)
Thanks forever to @penny00dreadful for being the best friend, cheerleader, and beta in the whole fucking world💜
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random jinsik minjae junmin info dump cause i saw xikers w/ barricade mnbgfgffbbbf and HAVE to tell a FF writer abt it and ur my fave🤫🤫
Jinsik
-when he’s interested in someone he mirrors them soooo heavily, he would look over at me then copy what i was doing lol he’s so cute whether it was jumping up and down pointing at each other or him teasingly copying my habit of covering my mouth with my hand when i’m shocked 🥹🥹🥹
-so so attentive to make sure the person he’s interested in is watching,
-and then when he knows he has your attention he tries to show off whether it be little stunts with the mic or a small show of strength bgffghhhbgf
-he’s also… pretty jealous LMAO i was interacting with Hunter and Jinsik looked over,, and saw me only paying attention to Hunter and went 😒 likeee sorry bub but ive paid attention to u all night let me talk to Hunter once pls
-during almost every song&every ment i have a video recorded instance of him looking at me trying to be subtle but it was actually vv obvious lol
-also suchhhh a lover boy🥹 he got to the point where he would just automatically smile when we would make eye contact and he’d get flustered and look away while all smiley.. Jinsik’s future lover ur so luckyy
Minjae
-when he finds someone that interests him he’s such a MENACEEEE
-genuinely so crazy and loves to provoke, he came up to me with the mic and i got scared and backed off then later he threw one of their sweat rags at me and pointed at me like??? 😭
-gets so smug when he has your attention like he’ll smirk to himself when he sees you’re watching him
-also when he’s like in the zone he sticks his tongue out all the way idk how to explain it but it’s crazy (and kinda hot too…)
Junmin
-lord
-def the kinda guy that makes you look him in the eye and put ALL your attention on him
-he would look at me until i noticed him and put my attention on him (then he’d get all happy and smiley) (he’d also only do it when he wasn’t center so i always had to be on junmin watch to see if he was looking)
-also unpredictable ? one moment he would be making direct eye contact and literally licking the air at me (in the middle of covering lsfm ep&tbw) like full on caressing the air with his tongue (which… i don’t know how to feel about😭), then puffing his cheeks out and doing cutesy peace signs to me in the middle of iffy😭
-kinda off topic but whoa irl his eyes are so beautiful… like not gonna argue with a man with big beautiful brown doe eyes! Whatever you say gorgeous 🫡🫠😘
anywayyy that’s just my lil infodump of habits and mannerisms they seemed to have when i saw them!!
Bestfriend ily but… I think you need to know that they’re like.. quite literally in love with you bestfriend.
This is craaaazy oh my god, I’m actually so??? I don’t have words, the way you could’ve snagged any one of them. Jinsik interacting with you has me thrashing around, smiling so hard my cheeks hurt.
ALSO BIG BEAUTIFUL BROWN DOE EYES IM GIGGLING.
#YOURE MY FAV#this information will be very useful anon I thank you#I hate Canada fun fact#because Sai seeing xikers irl when???#actually no#I wouldn’t want Hunter to be jealous of my biceps#I’m okay#★ sai yaps ᵎᵎ
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