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dragonfirerogue-writes · 1 year

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All Right

Wednesday x Kitsune!Reader

A/N: Last part! Thanks for the support! I'll probably do one-shots for my kitsune after this.

"Mom, I've got to go!"

Those words greeted you as you round the corner to Eugene's hospital room for a planned visit. The urgency in them made you furrow your brows as you neared the boy.

"Wednesday's one of the only friends I have. The first friend I've made. If she's in trouble, I've got to help. It's hive code."

Your steps speed up after hearing your crush's name and you almost collide with Eugene as he tries to leave. You reach out to steady him and hold him still.

"Whoa, whoa! Eug, what's going on? Wednesday's in trouble?"

He nods, causing his glasses to slide down his nose. "She and Principal Weems went to confront Ms. Thornhill who's the real bad person here." Rushing to explain, he grabs your arm and pulls you along. "We figured it out while she was visiting on her way out. It's been hours though and I haven't heard from her at all."

That news would've had you moving at mach speed, but you opted to let Eugene lead the march. You didn't want to leave him behind. The both of you reach the streets, bypassing the hospital staff surprisingly easily. Orienting yourself to your surroundings, you begin the trek to Nevermore.

"We have to get to the hive. I need my bees at the ready." You nod in reply.

In your peripheral, you notice squad cars. All but one, surprisingly. You think for a moment before making a decision. In quick movements, you dart to each car and slash every tire. With a satisfied smirk, you race back to Eugene.

"That'll keep the cops from interfering. We'll have to make sure that the school is safe. If that drawing of Crackstone and Wednesday was any indication things'll go down ther-"

There's a sudden pull in your chest that makes you stumble. Your heart feels like it's caught in a vice and it's getting harder to breathe. Your eyes dart around until you feel the pull again. Instinctually, you seem to know why.

"Y/N!" Eugene calls out. "We gotta hurry!"

"You go ahead, Eugene. I know you need your bees." Your vulpine features begin to appear. "I think... I think Wednesday needs me right now." As you take a step, a burst of foxfire springs from your feet. "We'll meet up afterwards. Stay safe."

In a flurry, you launch forward and let your heart pull you to its destination.

-----+++++-----

Death wasn't something Wednesday feared. All paths lead to it. But laying on a cold stone floor with a knife protruding from her stomach made her feel like she could've done more. She should've done more. Sure, she wasn't scared of death but losing made it so much worse.

As the goth laid with her life slowly seeping out, she thought about her schoolmates. Her... Friends. Were they capable of stopping Joseph Crackstone? Could they end Laurel and Tyler? There were too many variables that Wednesday couldn't control now.

And what about Y/N? Wednesday closed her eyes and sank into the memory made hours earlier. Soft hands caressing her skin. Warm presence enveloping her once thought dead heart. Love was the last thing she ever wanted in life and yet it found her here. But the feelings you made her feel ended up becoming familiar the more you spent time with her. She was so used to it that the moment you weren't a constant anymore, it pained her immensely. She was always more of a sadist than a masochist.

As she let herself live in that memory during her final moments, a familiar roar of flames sounded nearby, followed by a more familiar voice.

"Wednesday!"

She forces her eyes open to see your worried face. Almost immediately, you were at her side, gently moving her so you could cradle her against you.

"H-how did you find me?"

A weak smile graced your lips. You gave yourself any excuse to touch her face. It made you feel better that she was still breathing.

"You called for me." Wednesday was confused. She thought of you, that was a definite, but summoning wasn't the goal. You just laugh at the confusion. "My heart led me here, as stupid as that sounds. Looks like you don't need my spirit orb to get me by your side."

Closing your eyes, you press your lips onto the top of her head. You could feel Wednesday get colder. It was as if she was slipping through your arms.

"I don't know what I can do... How can I help?"

"You can't..."

You hold Wednesday tighter. Tears threatened to fall, but you wouldn't allow them. You had to believe that your love would be okay.

You had to.

A moment of silence stretched for what seemed like hours before you hear Wednesday's voice again.

"Are you here to take me to the other side?"

Your head jolts up and you look around, seeing nothing. When you look down at Wednesday, you see her eyes trained towards something on her other side.

"Is your spectral vision impaired? I'm dying!"

You let out a soft laugh which draws Wednesday's attention. "Goody is here. No doubt to find some way to riddle me into a quicker death."

Her eyes dart over to the side again to where you assumed Goody was. When she struggles to reach under her collar, the goth asks you to help take her necklace out while she speaks to her ancestor. Once complete, Wednesday takes a tight hold of it before looking at you.

"... Pull the knife out." You were about to protest but she interrupts you. "Goody has a way to heal me. But I need this blade out of my stomach so please..."

You manage a nod before taking a hold of the knife's handle. Taking a deep breath, you only give Wednesday a moment before pulling the blade out and tossing it aside. When the goth's hand covers the wound, your hand drapes over it to help stem the bleeding. There wasn't much you could do, but you tried your damnedest to do what you could. It isn't long before you see a glow appear around Wednesday's hands.

"Whoa..."

As the glow ebbs slowly, you hear a soft voice around you.

"It seems I was wrong. A Raven need not be alone on their path."

You could only barely register the words before Wednesday launches up, sucking in a breath like it was her first. She brings up her hand and you both see the wound there close up. With a wide grin, you stood up and helped Wednesday to her feet. You wanted to pull the girl into a hug, but time was of the essence.

"We have to get to the school." Wednesday was already moving as she spoke. You followed with a determined nod.

"Update me on the way."

-----+++++-----

The pair managed to make it off the island and into the woods surrounding the academy. The news of Weems's death caught you off guard but it spurred you to finish this until the very end. You knew for sure that you wanted to punch Tyler in his hyde face.

That chance came sooner than you thought.

Tyler appears in front of you, close enough that you had to back away, staying between him and Wednesday. A low growl sounds from your throat, ready to fight.

"Laurel said you were dead."

"I'm feeling much better now." As usual, Wednesday's quips were quick.

"You're like a cockroach." This time, you were quick on the draw.

"What a flatterer. I can see why you fell for him, Wednesday." That earned you a jab in the ribs.

Tyler stalks forward, his body pulsing and protruding out in odd angles. His breathing becomes labored and his clothes tear as his figure grows.

"This will not end well for you."

You crouch low as your vulpine features start to appear. Your twin tails furl out, blocking Wednesday from view.

"We'll see about that, ugly."

In an instant, the hyde claws at you. In a whirl, you take Wednesday in your arms and dodge the strike. As soon as you let her go, you dart towards the beast and attack. Like before, each of his strikes were met with three of yours. Your agility surpassed his and you were intent on making it work in your favor.

However, he managed to get a cheap shot in and throw you into a tree. In your struggle to get up, Tyler pinned Wednesday to a stump, ready to slash at her. In a burst of adrenaline, you dash towards them only to see a large furball crash into the hyde.

When you reach Wednesday, the two of you look towards your new ally before recognizing the pink and blue tips.

"Enid?"

There's a moment of recognition in the new werewolf's eyes as she sees her friends alive and breathing. But then her instincts kick in once Tyler is up and attacking again.

The two begin to battle as you and Wednesday watch. It isn't until she tugs on your arm that you look away towards her.

"I need to get to the school."

You're torn. It was unsure whether Enid could fully take on Tyler without help. But the danger at the school could end the love of your life. For good this time. After a moment of debate, you look at Wednesday with a determined face.

"Go. I'll stay and help Enid. We'll make sure Tyler doesn't make it over there." You take Wednesday's face in your hands. "If you die on me, I'll drag you back from hell myself."

"And I'll have your pelt on my wall if you should perish as well."

With those parting words, you turn away from each other. As Wednesday's footsteps retreat, you charge towards the fight ahead of you.

You reached the fray in time to lay a good strike on Tyler before he could knock Enid aside. Taking the opportunity, the werewolf body checks him into a tree. With a nod to each other, you both move in sync to flank the hyde. Enid darts forward with a growl and launches into a low slash. You follow suit, but with a high strike. Tyler's pained roar echoes throughout the woods and he swings his arms around. The unexpected thrashing caught Enid off guard and he knocked her aside.

Enid slides across the forest floor and is slow to get back up. You place yourself between the large beasts when Tyler begins stalking towards Enid. You can see the cocky smirk on his face and it infuriates you. Glancing over at Enid, you see that she's still struggling. Her face is gashed. It makes you even angrier.

There's a sudden pulse within your soul. You can feel a warmth from your core spread to your limbs. Your twin tails wave and flicker wildly. Seconds feel like hours as pulse after pulse thrum in your being. But as soon as the assault begins, it ends. There is peace for a moment. Enid looked at you with worry during the event, but now, it's with wonder.

Your two tails had become three.

Renewed power floods your veins when Tyler finally reaches you to attack. Your claws erupt in flames as you attack before he could fully extend his arm. The sudden pain causes the hyde to stagger back. The next time he looks at you, there's suddenly three, four, five versions of you surrounding him. Illusions at last. Each one he tries to hit vanishes in a mist. When he finally reaches you, the beast doesn't even get a chance to strike. Enid vaults over you and tackles Tyler, sending them careening across the forest floor. When they stop, Tyler towers over a pinned Enid until a gunshot sounds from somewhere. The hyde rears back in pain, allowing you to use your entire weight and momentum from running to knock him aside and check on Enid.

The battle ends. You don't know where Tyler ends up, but he didn't matter anymore. He wasn't a threat right now when you vaguely see his form shrink. From your peripheral, you see Enid shrink as well and you race to her side to tend to her.

Your hoodie is around her body as soon as you get to her and you pull the trembling body close to you. Hugging as tight as you could, you hold onto her until she pushes you away.

"Wednesday needs you. Go to the school."

"I can't leave you alone, E"

"I'm not alone."

Your ears catch the gentle scurry of Thing as he approaches. He gently places himself onto Enid's hand in comfort. With a smile, you nod.

"I leave her to you then, Thing."

Before getting up, you gently hold Enid's unmarred cheek and look into her eyes.

"Before I go though. You won't hear this from your mom, so I'm gonna say it and mean it. I'm so fucking proud of you, Enid."

She gives you a wide grin before urging you to leave again. You bound away as fast as you can, hoping that you can make it to Wednesday before anything bad happens.

-----+++++-----

"Howdy Pilgrim."

The sudden appearance of Goody's descendent surprised Joseph Crackstone. How can someone he sent to the depths of hell still be walking amongst the living?

"How canst thy heart still beat? What demon sorcery is this?"

Wednesday is silent as she readies her sword, the same that her parents used against Garrett Gates years ago. Before a battle could begin, however, a voice sounds from behind Wednesday.

"Stay away from her!"

There's only a moment for the goth to register that Xavier is there before an arrow speeds past her. The missile was halted before it could hit its target. Crackstone seems to be using some sort of magic to manipulate it. How ironic.

The Pilgrim turns the arrow with a menacing grin and launches it back to its sender. Wednesday, keen on protecting all of the students, steps into its path and takes the hit on her shoulder in Xavier's stead. When the boy tries to help, Wednesday assures that she's fine and commands him to help the lingering outcasts. It takes a moment, but Xavier relents and leaves as the goth expertly removes the arrow from her person.

Taking up the blade once more, she attacks the revived corpse. Crackstone retaliates with his staff, trading blows and dodging strikes. In the end, there is a final parry that shatters Wednesday's blade, leaving her defenseless.

Crackstone takes the opportunity to use his staff's magic to pin Wednesday against an upturned table. The force of the magic pushes air from her lungs, making it difficult to breathe. Wednesday can only watch and listen to the cackles of a deranged dead man.

"I will send you back to hell."

Another push of magic surges against Wednesday and she can feel her ribcage collapsing under the pressure. There's a moment of uncertainty before the tip of a blade pierces through Crackstone's chest. With a wail, the Pilgrim turns towards his assailant, revealing a brave Bianca before him. Before she can do any more damage, he casts her away, sending her flying across the quad.

Using the distraction to her advantage, Wednesday crouches and reaches into her waistband. Completely defenseless, she was not. There was one more trick up her sleeve. Your birthday dagger.

As soon as Crackstone turns to face his original opponent, Wednesday drives the dagger into his heart. A pause. A breath. Crackstone is in disbelief. His time was far too short and yet he was so close to achieving his goal. But once again, an Addams ruins everything for him.

Wednesday pulls the dagger from his chest with a twist and a burst of foxfire emits from the wound. This causes Crackstone's body to char, embers appearing as his body begins to crack and crumble. Just as both Bianca and Wednesday think that he's just going to disintegrate into a pile, a magical pulse rushes from his body and explodes outwards, taking everything his magic caused with him.

Bianca joins Wednesday, looking around in disbelief. They share a smile until the click of a gun sounds behind them. Laurel Gates is still there to contend with.

"You brought a gun to a swordfight," Wednesday noticed. "That's probably the first smart decision you've made today."

The former Nevermore teacher stalks forward, gun pointed directly at Wednesday.

"I might not get to kill all the outcasts, but at least I'll get to kill you, Wednesday."

She pulls the trigger, resulting in an echoing bang. Silence follows until a groan breaks it.

You made it in time.

"Ugh... I hate getting shot." Bianca balks at you.

"You've been shot before!?"

"Yeah. Fox. Hunters. You know."

A frustrated growl pulls your attention as Laurel cocks her pistol again. Her aim is still on Wednesday despite your body blocking the way.

"I will get my revenge. My destiny will be fulfil- What?"

Barely noticeable to the rest of you, a bee sits right at the front sight of the pistol. It stalls Laurel enough for everyone to register a loud humming coming towards them. No, not humming.

Buzzing.

Before you know it, a swarm of bees engulf Laurel, stinging her and sending her to her demise. Eugene appears, hands held out as he controls his army.

"That's what you get for messing with Nevermore, bitch."

You have never been more happy to see the bee boy. He looks over at you and Wednesday with a proud smile.

"Hummers stick together, right?" You both reply with a solid nod.

Now that things are over, your knees buckle and you land on your butt, suddenly exhausted. Soon enough, the police arrive and all is well in the school once more.

-----+++++-----

You're sitting in the quad with your fellow dancers. After everything that happened, the school decided to close for the rest of the semester. You were glad for it, but you were going to miss people. One person in particular.

Said person caught your attention and you bid your friends goodbye before making your way over to the pale goth. A tinge of jealousy springs up when you see the item in her hands though.

"I see Xavier gave you his gift. Must be nice to be able to buy people the latest phone on the market like it's nothing," you grumbled.

Wednesday just rolls her eyes before shoving the phone into your hands.

"If I'm going to keep this, I might as well use it. Xavier already put his number in, but it could do with a few more." She looks at you expectantly. It was unnecessary seeing as you were already typing in your number and taking a selfie to set as the contact icon. After calling your phone to get Wednesday's number, you hand the device back.

"There. Contact info exchanged. I hope we keep in touch."

You sit on one of the low walls, leaning against the column it was attached to. While you knew you would keep in touch with the rest of your friend group, Wednesday was an unknown. Even with your growing relationship.

"I'm sure Enid invited you to San Fran," you say with a grin. "You're more than welcome to visit me in New Hampshire. Not too far from here, at least."

Wednesday stares at you and you welcome it. You don't think you ever really found it unnerving. It was a strange comfort whenever her dark eyes were on you. That should've been the first indication of how bad you had it for her.

"... I wouldn't be against you visiting me either."

If your smile got any wider, your face would be split in half. The fact that Wednesday wanted your company sent you over the moon.

"I'd love that. It'd be nice to see my dark soul in her natural habitat." A small chuckle escapes your lips when you're suddenly face to face with Wednesday. This close, you see uncertainty in her eyes as they flicker around, taking in your face. When she speaks though, there's a resolve in her voice.

"When you were upset with me, I didn't know why it affected me so." Her hands come up and cup your cheeks. You weren't sure whether the chill from her hands or the gentle touch sent shivers down your spine.

"When I kissed Tyler, while still pleasant at the time, it felt off." Her thumbs start to caress your cheeks and your eyes flutter slightly.

"I wonder... Will it feel off with you as well?" You're afraid this is a dream. You don't want to break this spell. With the lightest of touches, you reach for Wednesday's waist.

"Well..." You whisper. "There's only one way to find out."

You're not sure who moves first. You just know that as soon as your lips meet hers, nothing else matters. The ruckus and noise around you fade as Wednesday fills your every sense. Every time your lips part, you pull her back for more. Her hands are braced on your neck as she straddles your lap. Your arm holds Wednesday in place as your other hand travels up her back. She fits perfectly in your hands and you wonder if this is why legends of soulmates exist.

As much as you want to suffocate in Wednesday's embrace, oxygen calls to you. The goth leans back and you can see faint colors on pale skin. No doubt you're in the same way. You lean up to press your forehead against hers.

"What's the verdict?"

There's a devilish grin you've never seen on Wednesday before. While it should scare you, it only excites you more.

"Inconclusive. More testing is required, mia volpe."

Music to your ears.

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greyskyflowers · 8 months

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I wore some new earrings the other day, big ones. They were that cheap gold color with the post attached to a big circle with a bar hanging behind it.

It chimed everytime I moved my head or fixed my hair. Tbh I thought it would get annoying fast but it was such a gentle, soft thing.

Just a little ting every now and then.

I mention Zoro's earring in a lot of my stuff about him because that's just something I love about his character.

You associate things with people whether you realize it or not. Sounds, smells, food, memories, feelings. That's all there, even if its not on a level we're aware of.

I had a piece of cake the other day and I was immediately filled with homesickness. I could not figure out why. It was just a store bought vanilla cake. It wasn't even from a place that I shopped when I lived with my family, so it shouldn't have tasted familiar. Especially not enough for me to feel so homesick.

I tried to figure out why that cake was so familiar for days, until I finally figure it out.

The cake had been put in the refrigerator to keep and the cold had made the taste and texture almost identical to a vanilla cake my mom always made from scratch on my birthday. I probably wouldn't have felt homesick if the cake hadn't been cold. It just worked out in a way that trigger those memories I didn't even know I remembered.

I still associate a certain type of cologne with my middle school boyfriend.

I can still remember the feel of my freshman best friend's carpet when we'd lay on the floor.

I still remember the sound of my grandma calling and using a over the top fake british voice to sing happy birthday to me.

All those memories triggered by little things.

Isn't that so amazing? How can anything ever be gone if all it takes is a bite of cake to take me back home?

Or the smell of someone walking past me in the store takes me back to middle school and the butterfly feeling of holding hands for the first time.

Or taking my shoes off, sinking my toes into soft carpet, and seeing my old friend smile at me from a hazy memory.

Or a over the top fake voice on the tv that makes me miss my grandma fiercely.

That's all a little off track but I think relating ideas to our own experiences is how things become truly personal and heartfelt. I like to let people know my train of thought and hopefully evoke those feelings in you as well.

Back to the point.

I love the idea that the little chime of Zoro's earrings is probably buried in so many memories that the crew isn't even aware of.

How amazing that such a soft sound is associated with someone like Zoro?

How many times do they hear someone else's jewelry chime and look up expecting to see green hair and three swords?

How many times, during those two years apart, did they fill up with hope when they heard a little ting noise only to realize it wasn't the one they wanted?

How many times have they been scared or hopeless and that little chime whispered you're okay to them as Zoro appeared?

All of them having to get used to it when they join, how it constantly chimes with the beeeze or Zoro's movements.

The slow and unknowing shift into a comfort rather than a annoyance.

The same way I imagine Luffy's hat rustling, Nami's bracelets clicking, and so on, are all comforts.

I like to think they can sleep better when they hear the chime everyone in a awhile.

That sometimes, when they get lucky enough to sneakily snuggle up next to Zoro when he's napping and soak up all the heat he constantly gives off, that the little ting of the earrings right next to them is the best sound in the world.

A weariness that comes when they can't hear it and they should, like going into the country from a big city. The lack of noise is startling, because even when it's quiet in the city, it's full of noise. There's cars in the distance, the occasional horn or siren, the neighbor under you playing music, kids playing in the parking lot, the refrigerator humming and the cat purring.... All that becomes background noise you weren't even aware of. Zoro's earrings are always there under all the noise, sometimes it's louder when they don't chime than when they do.

The happiness of setting sail after each adventure and on to the next one, Luffy's laugh coming from his spot up front, and the hardly audible chime of Zoro's earrings that they know is accompanied by a lazy grin.

#just another zoro post 💁‍♀️#one piece #zoro #luffy #nami #mugiwara crew #straw hats #once again im here to promote poly and/or qp strawhats #everybody is a little in love with zoro and i will not be taking any further questions at this time #setting sail with greyskyflowers

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angelisgonnastartchangingurls · 2 months

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mary

mary told annie she was "inoculating" her father.

"how?" annie asked.

"i'm trying to be underdressed and partially naked at home more. i told him that thing you said your other patient said about women's bodies being family property? i think he liked that."

"i'm sure he did," annie said.

"so like, last night i was bottomless all evening, doing homework in my room but also crossing to the bathroom, which is near his office, so i'd stop by and say hello."

"so what's the goal here?"

"well, i have trimmed my bush somewhat," she said. "and i plan to keep doing so until he objects. but i think if he sees it not as "i'm doing this to have sex with boys" and more "i'm doing this to be visually appealing to the master of the house" he'll gradually be more amenable to other behaviors and outfits and extracurricular activity."

"you're really just pushing to be able to wear thongs and smoke weed?"

"and date boys," she said. "but it's not about being able, per se." mary had a very well-read vocabulary, where she used a lot of big words and academic phrases but sounded shaky about whether or not she was using it correctly. "it's about lesser punishments when i do get caught."

"what do you think your dad would do if he caught you and your friends fucking each other with dildos in the woods?" annie asked, bemused.

"i think he'd literally kill me," mary said.

annie felt like she could personally learn a little from mary's approach to subservience. that night she was going on a date with richard, and called her father on facetime in a bra and panties to ask him what he thought of the dress she planned to wear.

"why are you asking me?" he asked.

"richard is a lot like you," she said. "i thought if you liked it, he'd probably like it."

"are you going to wear that underwear?" he said.

annie was in a pair of pink cotton briefs. "no," she said.

"oh," he said. "well, i like those."

"they show too much with the dress," she said. "it's too tight for these."

"you should wear something looser that works with them," he said. "men like the innocence of pink panties."

"honestly, I wasn't going to wear panties."

"oh, well, men like that too."

annie took them off.

"let me see that bush a little closer," he said.

annie stepped toward the phone and pulled on her pubic hair a little. instinctively, she began to rub her clit as he looked at her.

"you're a very eager woman," he said.

"do you want to watch me cum?" she asked.

"sure," he said.

she moved the phone closer to her bed, laid down, and began to touch herself with her open legs facing her camera. he watched, more or less expressionless.

"oh fuck," she said.

"such a dirty mouth," he chided playfully.

"sorry daddy... fuck!"

she was audibly wet and tried to emphasize it with her hand movements.

"oh! i'm going to fucking... oh god."

she slumped. he laughed. "that was a nice performance."

she sat up, her chest flushed red.

"anything left for your date tonight?" he said.

"god yes," she said. "i'm ten times hornier now."

that night, annie made sure to make several videos of sex with richard, including asking him to hold her phone while he fucked her in the ass.

she sent them all to her father.

"thank you for these," he responded. "your mother isn't feeling well tonight so I needed it."

"are you jerking off to me?" she asked.

"yes," he replied.

"oh my god i am so flattered," she said. "please show me."

he sent her a video of himself cumming in the bathroom sink.

"holy fuck," she replied. "oh my fucking god."

her pussy was too sore to touch herself but otherwise she would have needed to. "if mom is still feeling bad tomorrow will you come over?" she asked. "will you please?"

"maybe," he said.

annie didn't stay over at richards. she went home, took a shower, and slept in a bra and panties, which she was still wearing as she paced around the apartment the next morning.

when he knocked on her door, she pulled him into the apartment and sat him on the couch. kneeling between his legs, she slid her panties to her knees. she just needed them to be off for this. she pulled him out -- he was still mostly flaccid but she didn't care -- and began to suck his cock. she got him hard quickly, and proceeded to gleefully spit, suck, and lick while he played with her hair and told her she was a good girl. then he came in her mouth. she held his load there for as long as she could before swallowing it, savoring the taste.

she climbed into his lap, taking her panties off and sitting there with her fiery-hot pussy against his flaccid cock. "thank you so much for letting me do that, daddy," she said.

"you're very good at it," he said.

"i know. any time you want. i'm yours. all of me. every hole."

"you're a good girl."

"i'm such a good girl for you daddy, i'm such a good girl. i want to please you. i want you to fucking fill me with your cum."

annie felt so good for the rest of the day. when richard called and asked her if she could blow off work for a few days and come with him to paris, she said yes.

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oksurethisismyname · 3 months

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Hiiiii as a queer person living in the Bible Belt of the USA, I’m envisioning a “Christian trauma AU / general theology AU” because you know my main focus is always Sanji. This assumed that we’re in the USA, modern era, and I guess maybe a college or post grad AU for how they meet each other? This is a lonnnnnnnng text post so scroll at your own risk. To keep it from being toooo long I’m also sticking to east blue crew.

Hear me out:

There are a million different sects of Christianity so we’ve got a ton of angles to use.

Garp is catholic (but think FRENCH laïcité instead of American Amy Coney Barret Supreme Court justice weird catholic cult), Dragon straight up rebels against the strict structure and goes about his atheist ways. Neither of them really raise Luffy anyway so 💁🏻

Luffy ends up being agnostic. It’s not that he doesn’t believe in a higher power but he knows he needs to take action and that he can’t rely on a higher power to fix the problems of the world. Very Albert Camus, revolting against the absurd and holding himself to a higher responsibility in life

Zoro comes from a Shinto or Buddhist background. He’s not judging anyone’s religious beliefs unless they’re harming others.

Nami has religious trauma from the Baptist church that set up in her town and made it impossible to be herself. Belle Mere is so clearly queer and she’s harassed and dies at the hands of some zealous bigots who were emboldened by the words of the local Baptist church pastor (Arlong)

Ussop comes from a chill Protestant background (maybe Presbyterian?) But he’s more of a CEO (Christmas Easter Only) in terms of actually attending any sort of church. Honestly, with his dad out of the picture and his mom dying, he just had bigger things on his mind like living every day.

Finally, Sanji. Oh boy, Sanji has major “Quiverfull movement Christian” trauma from Judge. For those who don’t know, quiverfull is a Christian extremist movement where the idea is to have as many kids as possible and adhere to very strict purity rules and gender roles. Contraception isn’t allowed. Women wear long skirts and non fitted shirts to hide their womanly form (ew), and most of the time these parents homeschool there kids to avoid the “temptation” or “impurity” of modern society.

Judge had these 5 kids who he’s raised in this faith but Sanji never liked how Judge treated his mom. Why was Sora supposed to be “seen and not heard?” Why was it ok for his brothers to use scripture to bully and hurt and spread hate? Why would a loving god create women just to subjugate them? Judge wouldn’t like this, and once Sora passes away (probably because Judge wouldn’t let her seek medical care post birth of the quadruplets, so her health deteriorated for years), Judge locks him up and makes him do all sorts of horrible “prayer” and “repentance” practices, which are really just abuse.

Sanji would maybe escape when they go into town to get something mundane like a printer or a new wifi router (which only judge is allowed to use the internet). He’d probably bolt first chance he gets and when he meets Zeff, Zeff can recognize the signals of abuse. He takes Sanji in and even though Sanji never believed women were less than men, he still has years of trauma and gender roles beaten into him that he has to unpack.

His choice to cook? That’s a huge rebellion. Wearing tight fitting suits that look sinful? That’s a middle finger to his dad. He always treats women like goddesses because he feels so much guilt for the sins of his father. When he finally joins the Strawhats, he’s so overwhelmed with how free and nonjudgmental they are (of important stuff, obviously they’ll still poke fun at small stuff) that he feels comfortable dropping little comments here and there, opening up.

Ussop will be comforting Nami about something and sanji will tell him is so refreshing to see a man be so nurturing. He goes to Ussop often, asking how he’s so confident sharing his emotions.

Nami will be ordering them around and he’ll do everything she says with a smile, just happy to see her free to do what she wants (which is be a bossy bitch)

Zoro will talk about Kuina one night and Sanji will sob, overwhelmed with joy that she got to have all that strength and a friend like zoro even when faced with hurtful gender expectations.

Luffy above all is the most jarring for him. He grew up hearing about sin and sinners and temptation and evil but when he sees Luffy doing his thing, taking down bad people, fighting for the underdog, he knows that if there is a God (he she it they? Who cares), Luffy is doing their work.

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Bonus Gay Cherry on top is that Sanji meets Iva and gets into drag, starts performing, does some events, and through that gender liberation is able to find some peace in who he is, tucking away all the hate he was born into. And he ends up with zoro the end bye

#too long don’t read #one piece christian trauma au???#east blue crew au text post #black leg sanji #monkey d luffy #east blue crew #one piece #text post #cat burglar nami #god usopp #sanji #roronoa zoro

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darling-i-read-it · 10 months

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Tea Kettle

Rupert Giles x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: literally nothing but smut, bj, unprotected smut, gray sweatpants (drooling)

Author’s Note: as always, smut is NOT my forte but i like to throw it out there every once in a while and he..id let him do things to me i wouldn’t confess to in church idk

Requested: by anon, i would do anything for rupert giles smut😫

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

“I don’t know, maybe you should both come out to the college and look?”

Buffy’s voice was borderline pleading. You had gotten used to her strength and independence. It was rare that she wanted help so admittedly. You suspected an ulterior motive, but didn’t say anything about it immediately.

“We can be there by dinner if you think you need it,” you said, honestly. Giles was in the shower. You could hear the sound of the water hitting the bathroom tiles. The gentle movement of his body as the pressure shifted. “But I think you’re just getting used to college and you want some normalcy.”

“I’m a big girl. If I felt that way, I would say it!” There was a beat of silence as you waited, toying with the phone chord. She let out a deep breath. “Willow has Oz. It’s weird!”

“It’s your first night. You’re gonna be okay.”

“If Giles had answered this phone call then he would already be in the car,” she complained.

“He’s a pushover.”

“I know! That’s why I like him!” You both laughed gently. You wanted to be there for Buffy, your natural inclination was to go to her. She had been like a daughter to you through her high school years, despite the fact that you were mildly close in age. You just happened to graduate a couple of years before she did. But you knew the feeling of independence needed to come from allowing her to fly. She was a big girl. She could do it.

“Buff.” She let out a soft sigh. “I’m not saying you’re on your own. I’m just saying you need some distance and some growth.”

“I’ve grown,” she pleaded. “I’ve killed a lot of people you know.”

“Vampires.”

“Potato potato.”

“You’re a big girl and it isn’t going to hurt you to stay a night with Willow like a sleepover.”

“God, you’re such a mom.” You snorted. The bathroom door opened. You craned your neck to the hallway from where you were sitting on the couch. Rupert was drying his hair, wearing gray sweatpants and a shirt. You raised an eyebrow. He didn’t notice, walking into the kitchen and fishing for the tea bags.

“Have a good night's sleep Buff. If you still need us tomorrow, call.” “I will. Thank you.” She hung up the phone. You put your back on the receiver.

“What did Buffy need?” Giles asked from the kitchen. His voice was smooth, the accent clear. He had sung some in the shower. It was a testament to how close he was with you.

“She was feeling a little homesick,” you admitted. “She’s gonna be okay.” You turned your body completely, putting your arms up on the couch back. You watched him through the kitchen window, his back turned to you. You could see his arms defined as he started to pour some water into his tea kettle. You put your chin on your hands, admiring him.

“We could’ve gone down to see her,” he said.

“She needs space.” He shrugged and glanced back at you. He did a double take when he noticed the wide eyes you were giving him.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m fine. Admiring the view.” He chuckled nervously. No matter how long you had been together, he remained slightly flustered at your words. “When did you get those sweatpants?”

“I found them in my drawers when I cleaned them the other day.” He was still looking for a job after the library burnt down. He had plenty of time for house maintenance and random spring cleaning duties. “Why? Do you like them?”

He came around the kitchen corner. You lifted your head up a bit and nodded, probably a little too eagerly. You reached your hand over the couch and nimbly grabbed at the chords on his pants.

“They look nice,” you said, looking up at him. He raised an interested eyebrow.

“I’ve just put the kettle on,” he told you, though his voice gave him away. Raspy, intrigued.

“So?” you teased. He let out a shaky breath.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he muttered, dipping down to kiss you. You strained your neck to kiss him back, putting your hand around the nape of his neck. He completely succumbed to you, easily, without more complaint. It had been so long since Rupert had known a love like yours and he was so consumed by it that it almost hurt. Your mouth opened a bit, to give way for his tongue, which entered quickly. You let out a brief breath, pulling away and diving back in. Because he was still standing (though hunched), you had perfect access to his waist line.

You slid your hands up his shirt, to the hem of his pants. He shuddered at your cold touch. His hair was still wet, dripping onto your face as you kissed. You gripped his pants, holding onto the top and slowly, slowly, moving them down. He groaned against your lips at the slow movements. Before you got too far, you stopped kissing him and sat up. He watched as you hopped over the couch so that you could properly get on your knees for him.

He put his hand on your cheek, your jaw. You looked up at him. He turned on his heels so he was leaning against the couch. Your fingers were still on his pants, not daring to move them any lower.

“Rupert,” you breathed.

“Hmm,” he moaned. “C’mon love,” he whispered. He put his other hand on yours. You tugged a bit, teasingly. He groaned.

You finally pulled all the way down, his boxers and pants falling to his ankles. His dick sprang to life. You almost made a comment about how eager he was despite his age, but repressed it. You wanted him inside of you.

You wrapped your lips around him, starting to bob your head without any more thought. You could hear his moaning and it only prompted you forward. He put his hand on the back of your head, bunched in your hair. You used his legs to sturdy yourself.

“Good lord,” he muttered, head falling back. You went on like that for a couple of minutes, always impressed with his ability to last. When you finally came up for air you were covered in him. You looked up with doe eyes that drove him insane. “Get up here.”

“Yes sir.”

You stood up, ignoring the tingling in your knees. He helped you by placing you on the back of the couch. You held your hands around his cheeks, cupping them as he worked at your pants. Once he started he was always eager to get inside you. The words that slipped from his mouth were unintelligible and loving, rough but careful.

You kicked your pants onto the floor. He put himself against you. He met your gaze. He looked at you with longing, lustful. You smiled loopily, your grip still on his cheeks.

“Rupert, c’mon,” you muttered. He took your go ahead and shoved himself inside you, wet by your need. He put his head against your shoulder as he started to thrust, no thoughts given towards anything except his desire. Rupert had never been a quiet lover and his grunts proved it. You hung your head back, feeling as he moved inside every inch of you, each thrust long and hard. What he lacked in speed he had in stamina.

You let out a yelp as he hit the right spot, your hair falling between the gaps of your back. You brought his face back up and kissed him, hungrily, his lips moving around by scarcely finding the right spot. It would’ve made you smile if you weren’t so tied up.

“God,” he whispered, voice coming out desperately needy. Shaky. “I love you,” he groaned. The tension in your stomach grew as he kept hitting just the right spot. With each thrust you grew closer. “Are you close?” he asked. You nodded, quickly, forgetting to stop.

“Is it okay-”

“Go ahead,” you grumbled. You didn’t want him to stop. You were on the pill. You pushed the danger aside and pulled him closer to you with your leg wrapped around his waist.

His thrusts began to get sloppier but you hardly noticed, your own high coming over you. Your legs shook, gripping his body to keep you steady, in case you fell backwards onto the couch. He let out a long moan, indicating his own release.

You let out a sigh, blissful.

He stayed inside you, coming down. You hummed.

“I’ll wear the pants more often,” he said, chuckling. Your laughter mixed in with his as the tea kettle started to whistle. You looked behind him and he followed your gaze, the laughter continuing. He moved out of you, the emptiness almost unbearable. “I’m going to get us something to wash us up,” he said. You nodded once.

You pushed yourself off the couch and walked over to the kitchen. You took the kettle off the stove.

#rupert giles x reader #rupert giles imagines #rupert giles x fem!reader #rupert giles smut #spicy tag

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starmanskywalker · 2 years

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a hundred years, dear, i'll dream of you · anakin skywalker x f!reader

tw for somnophilia, noncon and stalking/kidnapping. do not read this if you're a minor and/or if any of the aforementioned subjects trigger you in any capacity.

this borders on pwp, my goodness. heavily inspired by this gem of a song. my askbox is completely open for prompts involving the galaxy's edgiest and angstiest twunk.

dark fic featuring vader!anakin if he won the battle in mustafar. reader is in her early twenties.

summary: the empire needs new blood. vader's actively searching for it.

word count: 2.709

“There's no use in hiding! I thought you would know that by now. I just want to talk!”

Your heart was beating fast and thundering in your ears. You were relieved your sister and mother managed to get away from him, at least.

You tried to keep your breathing a bit more controlled but you couldn't. You tried so hard to blend in with the dark - until the blinding light of his red lightsaber burned bright by your side, confirming what you already knew: there was no way to run from Lord Vader.

Especially now that you knew the news that flew around Naboo were true: he was on the hunt for an empress and would do anything to have a girl that pleased his eyes. Mothers and fathers hid their daughters in any way they could; Imperial officers subtly encouraged that, in case he appeared by a family's door, they should let go of the girl they raised with all the love in the world in favor of the greater good.

You and your mom were sure Vader was after your younger sister, after all, dictators were usually drawn to those much younger than them, so she was everyone's priority in the planning of your family's escape. But for obvious reasons you weren't so sure of anything anymore.

"If you just want to talk, then why are you hunting me?" You scream, clutching your bag impossibly close to your body, as if you were shielding yourself from whatever was coming. "Leave me the kriff alone! My sister's already gone! You won't find h-" The cabinet separating you from him is sliced in two and you lose your words instantly in a gasp, along with any kind of defiance left in you as you turn around and all you see is death, himself, on two legs.

You can't make out his facial features very well as his hood is covering most of his face, but his voice… something screams at you there's something familiar about him, but you can't make out precisely what. "It was never about your sister. Also, in my point of view, there's no reason you should be so attached to those who left you behind." His lightsaber is now humming very close to your neck. It's so, so warm. Warmer than actual fire. "I need you to come with me."

"O-Otherwise?" Your voice is reduced to nothing more than a whisper.

"You'll die." Your bag is pulled from you in an abrupt movement that comes out of nowhere, and is sent flying to the other side of your living room. So that's the Force? "Your family's insolence was amusing for a little while, but it's this close," he motions with his gloved hand, "to get boring. I'm not exactly known for being patient. So let's talk."

A little "oh." escapes from your lips and, after a swift motion of his fingers, you plunge into darkness.

As someone who's worked hard from a very early age, you weren't exactly a heavy sleeper nor someone who usually dreamed. The heaviest sleep you've ever gotten took place when you were in your early 10s - you were badly burned by the exhaust pipe of a speeder that was probably thrice your size and had to spend some days submerged in a bacta tank so you could heal. The scar crossed your chest like a leathery seatbelt. It still itches, sometimes.

That incident inevitably crosses your mind as you find yourself in a subspace of your mind you've never gone to. You know you're asleep, but there's no way that's a dream. You feel like you're swimming, stark naked, in pitch black cold water. You can move your limbs enough to keep yourself somewhat afloat, but not enough to explore - to break free.

Your heart's no longer beating fast. All you feel is numbness and lethargy until ghost fingers trace your scar and you jump at the sudden touch, your body once again alert all over. "Wh-where am I?"

"Somewhere safe. The safest place to be."

Vader's voice. Everywhere. It reverberates in your bones and the threat it always emanates petrifies you.

"Am I dead?"

"You complied. There's no reason for me to kill you." You're sure he has narrowly, deliberately avoided a 'for now'. You try to cover yourself from the phantom caress, but it's useless. What a weird, invasive fucking feeling. "I hope it stays that way. Don't be afraid."

You're so confused you can't even reply. You open your mouth a few times, but give up as it doesn't follow the pace of your racing, scared thoughts. So he continues: "Where have you gotten that scar? Did somebody hurt you?"

Huh. He sounds almost… amiable?

"No. It was… an accident. I was a child when it happened."

"You're not lying." He notes.

"I'm not. You're not the kind of guy one can lie to."

He snickers. "I see you're a fast learner."

You smile with absolutely no intention to. You don't want to get on his bad side, but maker, you were scared shitless. "Vader--Lord Vader, sorry," you quickly correct yourself, "Can you please tell me where I am? What's all this supposed to mean?"

"I need to know you better before you get to know that. But you know why you're here, don't you? I remember being very clear in my intentions." The phantom touch gets more daring, and god, you wish with your entire heart and soul you were able to cover yourself as you feel it wander through your ribcage, your sides, your back, your breasts. It was so light it made you shiver not exclusively in fear - even though you knew this wasn't a dream, the touch felt like it belonged in one.

"Why me?"

"Why not you?"

"I… god." The touch - his touch? - derails your train of thoughts completely. You're somewhat flattered yet horrified that out of all women in the galaxy, he's fascinated by you.

"How could I not be?"

"Get out of my mind!" you answer instinctively, not meaning to sound that panicked. You didn't want to annoy him. You feel your eyes start to burn. "P-please." Fuck.

For a "first date", this is going absolutely awry. Don't kill me. Please, don't kill me.

I won't. As long as you give me what I want without thinking too much about it.

"Why me? I don't understand--" You insist, your voice trembling and tears flowing freely after that little telepathic exchange. The touch now moves toward your belly, and further below, making you catch your breath. The feeling that takes over you right after is exactly the same one you get whenever you're stimulated in a wet dream - overwhelming, powerful. Whatever the fuck he's doing, it's the most bewilderingly pleasurable thing you've ever felt, making a sound you don't quite recognize come out of your lips. You don't want him to continue, but you know you can't manifest it, not without dire consequences. So you settle for conformity, instead, and a quiet, breathy "Maker." as your body shudders at the invisible contact.

Sometimes, it's better to let go than fight a battle you know you can't win.

"Do you remember that day at the starport?" He asks, unwavering, while the unseen ministrations go on. You were struggling to think. The Kwilaan Starport wasn't exactly a place you went everyday. Especially after…

Oh well.

Oh no.

"No way. Are you the Jedi? Anakin…?!" Your chest heaves, too many sensations at once taking over you and shock taking over your features.

"Not anymore."

Your dad, bless him, was murdered by Separatists in an attack that happened in what seemed like a lifetime ago at the starport in question. Anakin, his master and his apprentice were assigned for his security as he had important and incriminating documents with him, but the Jedi couldn't make it in time to protect him.

Anakin stayed for way more time than necessary that day. Your mother thought it was cute that he was seemingly so infatuated by you. You brushed it off as nonsense. Jedi can’t fall in love. Especially the Hero With No Fear.

"I knew you were familiar… Stars--what happened to you? Why me?" Your body twists as much as it can in this hold, bucking against the invisible touch while also trying to distance itself from it.

"Because I've followed your every step since then. For no particular reason other than fascination." For a split second, you could swear you were able to feel a presence behind you. “And I think it’s time for you to wake up.”

In the blink of an eye, you now find yourself yet again nude in a lush but strangely barren room. If torpor previously enveloped you in dark waves, all that surrounds you now is damp heat and the overwhelming feeling of drunken, lustful stupor.

You’re panting already and so much has apparently gone on in your absence of your own mind - it’s like you came back from a save state out of another dimension. You’re sweaty, disheveled, chasing a feeling you’re not quite sure you’re familiar with with an animalistic vigor.

You're sitting on the bed, leaning your back against Anakin--Vader’s bare chest, whose one of his hands - the coldest - pulls one of your thighs closer to him and further from the other while his other hand is drenched in your wetness, his fingers fucking you thoroughly while your face is buried in his neck. “What--what is happening to me?” is all you can purr in the middle of your short deep gasps for air and the obscene wet sounds echoing in the room, almost crying at how good he’s pleasuring you and at how confused and uncomfortable you are.

“Once again--fuck--I suggest you don’t think too much.” Is his answer, muffled by your hair in his face. Your body twists as much as it can in his hold as that aimless yet intense pleasure has now a very clear origin, and the way your legs are shaking surprises you as he grabs your messy strands with an impossible strength, making you gasp. “I can give you even more if you just accept it.”

“Is this your way of courting girls?” You can feel the humid heat of his breath move towards your throat as he sucks it intensely, making sure to leave a bruise on your skin. The resulting quiet groan of his new name close to his ear is music to him.

(Depictions of Vader as a vampire in underground rebel propaganda have never made more sense to you than in this moment.)

“Maybe. Only if you stay I’ll consider it successful.” His voice is painfully tight and he is struggling. You wonder how long you’ve been in this state, how long he was taking advantage of your (lifeless? sleeping?) body. Perhaps for some considerable time, judging by the hardness of the cock that’s brushing against and very coyly humping your back.

“You say it like I’ve always had a choice,” is your answer, breathless, as you chase and refuse your release desperately.

His answer, patient as ever, is grabbing you tight by your waist and impaling you in one swift motion on the same huge dick that was throbbing against your butt. You feel the sudden and very real sensation of being stretched around the girth of him as a sob escapes your spent throat, a sound he shares in a thunderous groan once he’s fully seated inside you. His teeth drags briefly against your shoulder and his human fingers wrap tight around your neck. “Do you want to have a choice?”

You feel like a cornered lothcat as your heartbeat drums in your ear.

Even though you didn't get to know Anakin that well a few years ago, you could see there was a certain cockiness he didn't show directly to you, choosing to direct it to his Togruta apprentice and his gentlemanly master instead. There it was now though, laid bare to you - it seemingly engulfed the man he currently was.

Many voices are now screaming in your head, some your own, some his.

It's better to let go than fight a battle you know you can't win.

“N-no, Lord Vader.”

With his human hand still choking you and his mechanic one curving your hips pulling you impossibly closer to him, he begins a steady pace of deep thrusts, so intense you can almost swear you see him moving beneath your abdomen. “Good.” He pants, “You don't know how long I've been waiting for this.”

“God.” Actual tears leave your eyes as you're overwhelmed by how much he's filling you. Steady. Precise to where your body needs him most. Almost machine-like yet so unbearably human.

“He isn't here now. There is only me.” Little whimpers leave your lips as you surrender completely to him. A specific thrust hits you even deeper than before as he manhandles you and your drenched pussy down his cock. “You taste lovely when you sleep,” he coos, “but you're fucking delicious when you're awake.”

The stretch, the slight sting of pain mixed with the blessings his body are giving to yours as he starts fucking you in earnest makes your head spin, your toes curl and your hips bounce on their own volition in his direction. Surrender has never felt so confusingly, primally, instinctively, incriminatingly good. You were so sensitive. “Please--please, my goodness—”

“I love hearing you beg,” he grunted as he took and took and took from you. Mercilessly. Everything you were. Everything you had. In every way he could. “Such a desperate little slut for me. I thought it would be harder to catch you.” he whispers. “Clenching so tight around me already, you sweet fucking thing. You love the thought of being mine, don't you?”

He pounds into you harder, and your body shakes as his fingers find your clit making you tighten up around him again. “Ffff-fuck,” is all you're able to say.

“Answer me.” You dig your nails into his strong arms, your orgasm approaching at such a rapid pace you're sure you're falling out of consciousness again soon. The drag of his hips against yours is almost overwhelming.

“I love it.” As long as you give me what I want.

And what is it that you want?

I want to cum. More than anything in my life.

Told you you'd gain so much from thinking less.

“Yes - please, Lord Vader,” You whine, completely cockdrunk, chasing your high as you crash against his hips, getting closer and closer. Vader's breathless as he watches you with an attention he's given very few people since things changed in his life. He wasn’t taking it easy on you.

You feel like those pitch black waves are crashing over you again and again the moment your body nearly collapses as the tension in your lower belly is ruptured and you come, crying out his name as you shudder. “There you go. Wade into the quiet of the stream,” Vader encourages, now chasing his own release as his limbs keep sliding against yours, sweat-slick and shaking. It feels like every nerve ending is slowly burning under the surface, a tangled, undulating knot of sighs and open-mouthed kisses anywhere that can be reached. The cadence of his hips eventually becomes erratic and all at once, you feel him filling you, heat and pressure as his hips stutter against yours.

You feel yourself grind against him unbidden. His breath catches as he presses his mouth against the meeting of your neck and shoulder, feeling you clench around him as he works the both of you through the last waves of pleasure.

“What are you going to do to me now?” Is what you manage to mutter as he finally stills inside of you, your core throbbing and leaking with his release.

“Keep you. You're my choice.” He answers as if he just told you how's the weather as he slowly moves you off his softening dick, your body limp as a ragdoll. “Seems like I'm yours, too.”

He kisses your lips so softly now, his yellow eyes looking straight into your soul. “Welcome to your new home.”

#anakin skywalker x reader #anakin x reader #anakin skywalker x you #anakin skywalker imagine #anakin skywalker smut #reader insert #star wars fanfiction #smut

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reashot · 10 months

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Rw-By-oh ARC V/ Beware the Vermillion Flash/ The conclusion to Victor's matricidal urges.

The Arc Kids. For anyone that's not up to date:

Previously....

Victor: This is all your fault!!!

Weiss: *choked* (Please someone save me. Ruby. Please save me Jaune...)

Victor cannot believe that this is finally happening. He finally have the bitch's throat on his hands. All those years of abuse he and his sister had to endure by her after their father died. And all those atrocities he had to commit under her order. All of it will finally come to an end. And all he needs to do, is just to slightly tighten his grips on her neck... Or he could just do it quickly and snap her neck. Decision, decision... Victor then looks down at her and see she is struggling to breath as she gasping for air. And in her eyes he can see that she is slowly losing the light from her eyes. He smiled as she's finally about to die. But suddenly she raised a hand. Victor expected that she's trying to get away from him by hitting him. But to his surprise she instead reaches out to caress his face.

He's too shocked to even react to it. It is the first time in a long time that he felt something like this. His eyes went wide in disbelief by Weiss's action. He looks down at her one more and to his surprise He did not see Weiss dying face but instead he is greeted with a gentle smile on her face. A smile that's usually reserved for when a mother lovingly looks at her children.

(This can't be real.) He thought to himself.

But it is real and to add another layer of disbelief. Weiss is moving her lips trying to convey something to him. Not through sound because Victor is currently strangling her. But she say it through the movement of her mouth. Victor may not be a lip reader but he can still make out what she's trying to convey to him.

I. Forgive. You...

(This is not real. ) He thought to himself.

(W-why do you have to act like a mother to me now!)

'She's not her...' A familiar voice reaches out to him seemingly out of nowhere.

(I KNOW THAT!!! You think I didn't know that.)

'Don't kill her...' Again the voice said trying to stop him from killing her.

What ever the voice said to him clearly work. Because he starts to loosen his grip on Weiss's neck. But before he can completely let her go. Victor notices a silver flash coming right towards him in blinding speed. Using the reflex and quick decision making he hone during the war he let go of his grip on Weiss and swiftly dodged out off the way of the flash.

Victor: Show yourself!?

???: I gotta give it to you. You're probably the only few people I know that is able to dodge my Gintetsu.

Victor: Yeah. Then maybe you should get closer so you can congratulate me better.

The person that saved Weiss then walks closer a way to introduce himself to the two of them.

Victor: What it can't be?

Weiss: *cough* *wheeze* J-Jaune you came... Wait you're not him?

The person that saved her shares the same face with Jaune just like her son. But unlike Jaune he exudes more self-confidence, more prideful and he walks towards them with a swagger like he is the only person in the entire place.

???: The name is Vermillion Rose-Arc. It seems you're already acquainted with my useless old man. And you two must be Weiss and Victor.

Victor: How did you know our name?

Vermillion: My little sister Scarlett told me all about you two. You know when she starts talking she never stop. My little sister is cute like that. But anyway please step away from Mrs. Schnee. I know enough about you that you are too dangerous to be left alone with anyone let alone her of all people.

Victor: How about you go mind your fucking business. This is a family affairs. Stay out of it!

Vermillion: Geez. You try to be nice to people for once... Okay put your sword up. I don't want you to make excuse after I cut you down.

Victor: Not before I plunge Myrtenaster down your throat.

Weiss: *cough* w-wai... *cough*

As Weiss tried to stop the two boys from killing each other. The two of them are already in their respective battle stance. Victor with his Schnee's family fencing stance with his sword pointing at blonde boy. In contrast to Vermillion's sword which is still sheathed. Weiss notices that his stance is an Iaido stance. A sword technique that utilizes the quick unsheathing of a blade to attack. The two scan for each other's weakness. While waiting for an opening to come. Any loss of concentration would spell the end for them. That is how serious the two view each other's skill. Even a small distraction would prove deadly....

Scarlett: There he is. There's that ice jerk! 😠

Ruby: And he's with Weiss too... Oh no she's on the floor. He must have done something to her! 😫

Yang: I knew we shouldn't let you live!

Dusk: W-why Mr. Snowman I thought we're friend. How could you lie to us we even made pinky promise... *sniff*

Blake: (He makes my Dusky Wusky cry, he must die 💀)

Aurum: Oathbreaker!!! I will make sure you pay for this treachery!

Victor: I guess they finally here. Took them long enough.

Vermilion: Did Dusk just call you Mr. Snowman?

Victor: Do not let it disctract you from our duel.

Vermilion: Would not even dream of it. Mr. Snowm....

Before he could finish his sentence. Victor starts the opening attack by launching multiple thrust at his blonde counterpart. Vermilion can only react by deflecting and blocking the thrusts with his Katana. Vermilion tries to land a hit at him but Victor never let up in his attack. This forced Vermilion to take up a more defensive position. Their fierce battle causes all that watches them to stand still in awe. Weiss on the other hands are still trying to stop the fight, but when she tries no voice came out. Vermillion having had enough playing defense starts going on the offensive. Vermillion quickly sheathe and unsheathe his Katana releasing a flurry of slashes too quick to be seen by the naked eyes. Each slashes hit fast and true and Victor can feels that his Aura starts to deplete as fast as he can throw his slashes. Victor knowing he can't win against him in close combat decides to jump back giving him some distances to work with. Vermillion simply falls back into his Iai stance readying himself for anything Victor is preparing for him. Victor then summons a large dragon. The same kind of dragon that he summoned against the others the last time they fought. Fafnir. Unleasing his dragon Victor felt his victory to be assured.

Vermillion: *sigh* Taurus Hiden Ryū. Akatsuki.

Just as the large dragon appeared suddenly out of nowhere they also suddenly disappeared. Victor was shocked to say the least it's not the first time he saw his dragon being defeated but at least it took multiple strikes from the golden knight before it's defeated. Vermillion took the dragon out with just one strike.

It's not just Victor that's at loss for words everyone that watches it cannot believe what they just saw with the exception of his sister.

Scarlett: That's my bro.

But probably none is more shocked than Blake.

Blake: Adam?

Vermillion: So... You ready to call it quit now?

Victor: Shut up! This is not over yet. I don't like doing this but you forced my hand. I'm going to summon something that I never tried before.

Vermillion: Seriously take the L man... *sigh* oh all right I'll bite what Grimm I will be facing next. Nuckleave, Behemoth, Erlkönig? Mind you I beaten most of them already.

Victor: No... This not will be a Grimm you'll be facing unfortunately.

Unlike the usual white colored summoning circle however the summoning circle Victor used is Black. And what came out of it is something that no one expected him to summon.

Yang: Ruby?

Scarlett: Mom? 😧

Ruby: (Oh sweet Oum. I'm hot 🤯. Take that Yang. Who's going to end up as a pipsquak forever now.)

Blake: Wait a minute how are you able to do that? Weiss's Semblance can only summon Grimm that she defeated. She can't summon a person....

Aurum: You really did killed her?

Vermillion: You....

Victor: Yeah I killed the Ruby Rose of my timeline. And I only recently figured out how to summon her after my last fight with you clowns.

Vermillion: I change my mind. I will kill you now. You are too dangerous to be let alive.

Vermillion pulls the trigger of his Katana/Gun hybrid. The blade shot through the sheath at blinding speed. He then angle the blade slightly in order to deliver an equally blinding slash at Victor. But his blade is then quickly blocked by the summoned Ruby's scythe. He looks at the moving corpse of his mother and felt disgusted seeing her like this. It's bad enough to know that she was killed but seeing her raised from the dead to serve as his slave. It's textbook sacrilege! He knows that this Ruby is not his mother but he still can't help feeling like she is. And if she is anything like her mother, that means she can kick his ass like she did the last time during weekend D&D family game. He doesn't want to do this but if she is half as strong as his own mom then he has no other choice but to use it. He slowly blink and then suddenly a bright flash of light appears from his eyes. Everyone that has their eyes fixed on him is temporarily blinded. And when they finally regains their sight. The other Ruby is gone. Leaving all of them confused as to how Vermillion managed to do that. But before everyone can process what just happened. In the blink of an eyes Vermilion's blade managed to break Victor's Aura. Caught by suddenness of the attack Victor can't react to it quickly in time. Without his Aura to shield him, Victor knows that he will not survive if Vermillion decides to follow through with his attack. Preparing for the next attack Vermillion sheathe his blade and prepare to pull the trigger. With the intention to kill him. But when he is about to do it. Weiss suddenly stood in front of him. Finally finding the strength to stop all of this madness happening in front of her.

Weiss: STOP IT!!!

Victor: M- I mean. Weiss what are you doing? You stupid bitch! You could have died!!!

Vermillion: Wow... Talk about irony. Mr. Snowman there is right, though. You could have been killed if I didn't stop in the last second. What were you thinking?

Weiss: I don't know. My body suddenly moved on their own.

Vermillion: I see... Anyway, can you please step aside for a second. I'm gonna cut his head off...

Ruby: Cut his head... You mean kill him?! 😱

Yang: Wow! Wait a minute, isn't that going too far!!!

Aurum: You are right mother. No matter how much of villain Victor is no one have any right to end people's life.

Dusk: No. Poor Mr. Snowman. Please someone, please save Mr. Snowman.

Blake: (He's just like Adam.)

Scarlett: Bro please don't... 😐

Vermillion: Look. I don't take pleasure in this. But you all saw that he tried to kill Weiss right? He's a threat and a danger to everyone around him. An animal like him deserves to be put down.

Blake: (I stand corrected. He's not like Adam. He is Adam.)

Weiss: I will not move from this spot and I will not let you kill him!

Vermillion: Weiss. I will only say this once. If you continue to protect him. I cannot be held responsible for what I'm about to do next...

Victor: Stay away from me Weiss. This is between me and him!

Weiss: No!

Vermillion: You do know that he tried to kill you, right? Twice in fact. What on Remnant possess you to defend him?

Weiss: That's because he is my son...

Victor: Weiss...

Vermillion: *sigh* Fine... You're off the hook snowball. (I'm getting soft like my old man.)

Weiss then turns around and gives Victor something he probably hasn't receives for a long time. A hug. Victor then burst into tears after receiving the hug. It as if a dam finally burst letting out all the tears he been holding out within him for all those years. His hand then slowly reaches out to her. Vermillion ready his sword in case he gets any idea. But he just hugs her and cried on Weiss's shoulder.

Jaune: What's everyone doing here... Wait. Scarlett and the rest of my kids are here too. Did I miss something?

Vermillion: We're just having a peaceful resolution to a long drawn family dispute. Nothing serious happened here, really.

Yang: He said that after he threaten to kill Weiss's kid.

Aurum: Honored mother. I don't think we should tell father what transpired here.

Scarlett: Absomundo bigger bro. The last thing we want is to give our dad more reason to worry about. And beside the situation already been resolved. Thanks to Vermy. 🧐

Ruby: I guess so, but I still don't like to hide thing from Jaune. 😔

Dusk: Yay! Daddy is here.

Jaune: I see... Well if you managed to solve Victor's mom issue then I guess it's all right then. But who are you supposed to be?

Vermillion: Oh! I'm also your son's from the future and Scarlett's brother.

Jaune: Of course the face should have given it away. I'm sorry. It just that I have a lot on my mind right now.

Vermillion: Don't be dad. It's my fault for not informing everyone here earlier. Ha, ha, ha..... Say dad how about the two of us and Victor spend some father and sons quality time together. I bet we have a lot to talk about.

Blake: (Who is this guy? He said he is Jaune's son but the way he fought and his weapon are closer to Adam than Jaune. And why is he asking to spend time with Victor. After trying to kill him earlier?)

Aurum: ... Why am I not invited to this father son quality time?

Jaune: Okay I guess but we have to do it some other time. Right now I have something important to do right now.

Vermillion: No problem dad. I can just pull up a portal with my silver eyes.

Ruby: (So that's how they all get here. 🤨)

Weiss: Wait Jaune I want to ask. Where have you been? We haven't seen you around in weeks.

Yang: Oh yeah that's right, we were just talking about this. Jaune why the F are you avoiding us!

Ruby: Why Jaune. Do you not like us anymore? 😭

Jaune: No! Sweet Ohm no! There's no way I don't like you girls... It's just that it's hard to meet everyone after everything that just happened.

Yang: Well, we're here right now. And we're not going to let you go until you tell us everything. If you don't want to see us anymore then it's fine just tell us why?

Jaune: That's what I'm about to do. I would prefer we do this with just the five of us. But with my kids being here. And as weird as that sound. This must be sign that I should do this in front of everyone.

Truthfully the reason I've been avoiding everyone lately is because I've been working odd jobs to buy everyone something....

Ruby: *gasp* Are you buying us something! What is it? I bet it's something wonderful. 😚

Jaune: Ruby, Weiss Blake and Yang.... will you marry me?

Everyone: What!!! ______________________

And that's the end of Jaune's (future children) Arc. And as usual I will only make a continuation or in this case an epilogue. if it gets enough traction. So some of you must be asking why is Vermy used the same weapon, fighting style and generally closer to Adam Taurus despite being Jaune Arc's son? Well there's the like and quote button below. Better start pressing it. Also don't forget to comment.

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Can I Keep It?

Chapter 6: Do Vampires Still Get to Have Sex?

Steve carried his mom out of the house with an ease he hadn’t experienced before. Maybe it was the adrenaline. There weren’t that many stairs involved this time, either. Those were two things that could explain why the task was easier for him now.

Mrs. Harrington looked tiny and fragile in Steve’s arms as they waited for him. Eddie jogged over and unlocked the beemer’s doors, opening the back one for Steve. “Crap, I forgot the sword.” And the first aid kit. “Be right back.”

While Eddie was busy doing that, Steve laid his mom down in the backseat. The movement stirred her a bit. “Stevie, what’s…” she started, and Steve cleared his throat, deciding on a half-truth.

“Just taking you to the hospital to get you checked out. You fainted.”

“Okay,” she mumbled without resistance, immediately going back to snoring softly.

Eddie stored the sword and the first aid kit in the trunk after he returned, shutting it gently. He went around to the driver’s side, opening it and leaning in to put the keys in the ignition and start the car. He fiddled with the heat, directing the warm air towards Mrs. Harrington.

“Do you want me to drive?” Eddie asked Steve when he popped back out, one hand on the top of the door.

Steve shut the door and gave Eddie a look as if to say: no one drives my car but me. He had to laugh lightly and shake his head. “No, man. I’m good. I’m going to drive.”

“I should probably lay low, but if you’re feeling unwell, maybe you shouldn’t. Your eyes went a little devilish back there. Turned red.”

You also almost tried to kiss me, Eddie didn’t say, so surely you aren’t feeling like yourself.

“Red?” Steve was about to give Eddie’s shoulder a squeeze in reassurance. He laughed a little louder and squeezed his shoulder anyway. “They’re looking bloodshot from the weed and booze.”

That was the only explanation since Steve felt stone-cold sober now. He brushed past Eddie to hop into the driver’s seat. “Get in. We gotta get out of here.”

Once Eddie was in, Steve tried to glance in the rearview mirror to see his eyes, but he couldn’t see his reflection. It must have been too dark.

From there, they took off in the direction of the hospital. Steve turned on the radio so it wasn’t so quiet while they drove. Luckily, they weren’t that far from it. His neighborhood was home to a few Hawkins doctors who enjoyed a short commute to work.

Eddie tried to be inconspicuous. He had to slouch down when they hit a red light, and a lone car stopped right next to theirs, the driver glancing over at them. He also kept sneaking looks at Steve, who was too busy watching the road and using his turn signal devotedly to notice.

Steve didn’t pull right up to the emergency room. He didn’t want to draw any extra attention to them. He was still harboring a wanted man. Instead, he parked in the lot with the rest of the cars. It was within walking distance of the emergency entrance.

He opted to carry his mom into the hospital, deciding that going in first and alerting the staff or grabbing a wheelchair wouldn’t be good. He didn’t want them to figure out that he wasn’t alone. He was trying to keep Eddie safe, too.

“Be right back,” he promised Eddie, giving him a little reassuring smile before he got out and executed his plan.

Since it was so late, the emergency room wasn’t busy. His mom got a room right away. They didn’t ask much about what happened. Steve told his half-truth again: Linda fainted. He found her outside of her bedroom, and CPR had been performed. She was stable but still out of it.

He just wanted reassurance from a doctor that she was okay. They were happy that Steve brought her in. They were going to keep her overnight for observation and run some tests to rule out anything more serious than a fainting spell. Steve was relieved and grateful; he was killing two birds with one stone.

Being left in the car by himself quickly became tiresome for Eddie. He tapped his fingers on his knees, legs jiggling restlessly. He thought about lighting up one of the joints he’d taken from Steve, but the parking lot was still pretty full despite the hour, and someone might notice him. Eddie sighed and then, because he had zero self-control, popped open Steve’s glove compartment to see what was in there.

He poked around. There wasn’t much of interest: car registration papers, a business card for an auto repair shop, a pair of Ray-Bans that Eddie tried on and made a face when he looked at himself in the mirror, napkins, a walkie-talkie (weird), and a jar of Carmex.

“No wonder his lips look so supple,” Eddie muttered, unscrewing and sniffing it. It smelled like cherries and was nearly empty. Would it be weird if Eddie used it? “Yes. Yes, it would.”

He tossed it back and was about to shut the compartment when something else caught his eye.

Eddie plucked the paper out and flipped it over—but it wasn’t a paper. It was a glossy polaroid. Big, brown doe eyes stared up at him, along with the sweet smile that belonged to Nancy Wheeler. She was wearing a lavender sweater and had a gold necklace dangling delicately from her neck that looked like a pair of ballet shoes. The corners of the photograph were dog-eared, the center of it discolored like Steve had brushed his thumb across her cheek too many times.

“Keeping a picture of your ex. Always a healthy habit…”

The driver's door handle jiggled, and Eddie quickly shoved the picture back into the compartment just as Steve got in. “How’d it go?” he asked, hoping Steve hadn’t noticed.

“Fine. They didn’t really give me a hard time. They were happy I brought her in to get checked out. She was still a little out of it, so I don’t think if she starts talking about what happened they’ll think she’s nuts or anything, just that she must’ve hit her head when she fell.” They were parked under a light, so Steve tried to look at his reflection again. He furrowed his brow when he didn’t even see a shadow of himself. He reached to turn on the car’s dome light. “I’m having the hardest time seeing my reflection. It can’t be that hard, can it?”

The picture of Nancy had gotten caught in the glove compartment door, part of it sticking out. Eddie’s heart sped up a little, but Steve didn’t notice. He was too busy trying to check himself out in the mirrors.

Eddie looked in the mirror, too, jolting a little bit when he only saw himself. Eddie’s gaze jumped to Steve’s arms when he adjusted the rearview mirror, noticing those dark, spidery veins had moved all the way down them. His fingernails were looking a bit off, too.

“You can see me, right?” Steve asked. “Just at this angle, I can only see you…” Steve tried to find himself but just saw Eddie sitting there, his eyes large.

Steve grabbed the mirror and pointed it in his direction, cutting Eddie out. That was when he came to the shocking conclusion that his reflection was gone. “What the fuck. There must be something wrong with my eyes. The light isn’t helping.” Steve turned it off and sighed.

He couldn’t shake what Eddie had said earlier about his eyes looking devilish and turning red. Steve looked at Eddie to try to get confirmation. Was he slowly becoming invisible? Eddie could see him just fine. Why couldn’t he see himself?

This was crazy. Eddie, the nurses and his mom had all seen him, right? He was there. This wasn’t a dream, and he wasn’t invisible, right? His reflection was just immune to mirrors, or his eyes were broken.

Steve was spiraling and starting to panic. He seemed to finally realize what had happened with the octobats wasn’t just an ordinary attack from the Upside Down. It was a relief to Eddie, to be honest. Steve had almost been too cool about the whole thing.

Eddie grabbed Steve’s shoulders to ground him, squeezing them for proof. “Don’t worry, you’re still handsome, and you haven’t turned into The Invisible Man… even though your reflection seems to have run away.”

Joking during times of stress was a coping mechanism of Eddie’s.

Steve’s eyebrows rose comically high. Being handsome wasn’t something he was concerned about, as nice as it was to hear. Eddie was just trying to joke, to keep him calm.

Eddie lowered his voice to something more serious. “It’s alright. You’re still here with me.”

Steve’s eyebrows relaxed. The bat bite must have been what made his reflection disappear. It figured that he wouldn’t go unscathed after that. He should’ve expected it but was happy to get bitten rather than strangled to death. With his loss of reflection and, of course, a bat being the culprit, the only thing that came to mind was vampires. They couldn’t see their reflections either, according to their lore.

Was he going to turn into a vampire?

Steve’s eyes started to glow again. Eddie blinked and licked his lips because he was feeling weird again like he had back in Steve’s bedroom. “Also, your eyes are…”

Mesmerizing?

“…fine. Just a little like a Lite-Brite at the moment.” Eddie pulled back because, horrifyingly, he had been leaning in again. What the fuck was wrong with him? He smacked Steve on the chest and babbled, “You know what? I am gonna drive. Let’s switch places. People with Lite-Brite eyes and without reflections should not be operating heavy machinery. Where are we heading?”

Eddie’s hand pushing him square in the chest revved Steve’s senses. They were becoming stronger. Eddie wasn’t asking this time. He was insisting on driving. Steve didn’t want to anymore. Eddie made a lot of sense, not that Steve was going to admit it with words. Steve opened the door and got out so Eddie could slide over into his spot.

Steve ran his fingers through his hair after he got into the passenger side. “Just drive,” Steve said, leaning against the window. “I don’t wanna wake the others up yet. Got a feeling they’re gonna need their rest.”

Just driving was fine by Eddie. He climbed over the console to get to the driver’s seat.

Steve ran his tongue over his teeth, feeling for fangs. He swore his canines were feeling sharper. His mouth was starting to feel dry. “Maybe we can stop somewhere. Get a drink and some snacks. Fuel up for whatever we’re in for.”

“Yeah, you got it.” Grabbing the wheel, Eddie took a moment to pet it, letting out a soft whistle of admiration. “Aye, never have I captained such a mighty vessel in me life,” said he, adopting his best pirate voice and playfully revving up the engine. “Listen to how she purrrr for me.” Steve smiled to himself. Eddie’s 1971 Chevy sounded like an old witch who’d chain-smoked a carton of cigarettes. There was no comparison. Steve wanted to say the car purred like that for everyone. Eddie’s reaction to the beemer was endearing and entertaining, so he let him have his fun. He was adorable. There really wasn’t another word for it.

Annoyingly cute was something he had thought Eddie was since their encounter at Family Video. He couldn’t shake it, and the thought only grew stronger the longer he was around him. Maybe Eddie was just getting cuter and cuter. Eddie’s sweet, cartoonish demeanor was taking his mind off everything, allowing his body to finally relax.

Eddie quieted when he noticed Steve had closed his eyes and was having a little bat nap against the window. The others weren’t the only ones who needed rest. Eddie tried to ignore the twinge of sickness in his gut, telling him Steve’s condition was his fault.

Hell, maybe even Steve’s parents would be okay right now if Eddie hadn't been there. He sort of felt like a harbinger of death. First, Chrissy, now Mr. Harrington, almost Mrs. Harrington, and now Steve was hurt. Yet Eddie, himself, was unscathed.

Eddie headed towards the 7-11, changing the radio station to one of his favorites. He did a little head-banging to the music to keep himself awake, smacking the wheel like a drum set as he drove.

Once they arrived, Eddie pulled up to the pump. He looked over at the passenger seat. Steve had his hands curled under his chin like a kid, mouth parted. Eddie bit his lip. He didn’t want to wake him up, but he didn’t have any cash, and he couldn’t exactly go into the store.

Unless, he thought, he disguised himself. Leaning over, Eddie popped open the glove compartment again. He didn’t notice it dislodged Nancy’s photograph, which fluttered down and landed on one of Steve’s sneakers. Eddie grabbed the ugly sunglasses, unfolded them and put them on. He craned his neck to look in the back seat and reached for the baseball cap on the center cushion. It was Dustin’s. He must have forgotten it.

It reminded Eddie of his uncle’s extensive cap collection back home, souvenirs he'd gathered from dozens of gift shops. Wayne was an avid fisherman. He and his buddies visited new places every year to participate in fishing competitions, and he always brought home a new cap and some fish for them to fry up. Sometimes with a ribbon and a cash prize, but always a new cap.

Eddie lowered Dustin’s cap over his head and checked himself out in the mirror. His hair was still a little too identifiable. Sometimes, he used a bracelet to tie his hair away from his face, especially if he was going to do something that involved fire. He only had his watch and his leather bracelet, currently. Not stretchy enough.

Eddie snooped around some more. He made a noise when he stuck his hand into the door pocket and found something. He grabbed it and pulled it out. It was a dark blue hair elastic. Eddie wondered if it was Nancy’s.

After tying his hair up low and loose, he woke Steve. “Hey,” he said, grabbing Steve’s arm and shaking him gently. “We’re here, Steve-o Baggins. Time to get some fuel.”

Steve blinked awake and noted his new nickname. He wasn’t pleased or displeased by it. He looked around, and it was clear by the pumps they were at a gas station.

Almost magically, Eddie’s persona had changed. The Aviator sunglasses, ponytail and Dustin’s hat accompanying his leather jacket made him look like a real biker. Steve thought it was much cooler than his metal nerd exterior before the disguise. Amazing what a few accessories and a new hairstyle could do.

Giving a toothy smile to Steve, who had thankfully lost his hypnotic red eyes, Eddie pulled back and hopped out of the car. He let Steve deal with gassing up the car while he went inside the store.

“Good day,” Eddie said loudly. The best way to hide was to hide in plain sight. “Enjoying some light reading?”

Without looking up, the cashier turned a page of his magazine, a Hustler with Prince on the cover and a main headline that read Having it Both Ways: Interview With a Bisexual. It was probably an interesting article. Eddie didn’t blame him. “Uh-huh,” he answered.

Eddie grabbed a basket, loading it with snack cakes, candy, and chips. He saw a box of honey garlic-flavoured beef jerky and hummed to himself.

The story of Dracula had also crossed his mind. The lack of reflection, the… effect Steve was having on him, and now he wanted something to drink? If Steve was turning into Stevecula, would he be able to eat these garlic-filled snacks? They should test it out. Eddie dropped a few sticks into the basket.

* Steve rubbed his eyes. They felt heavier than usual, but he wasn’t tired. He didn’t even know if he’d slept when he’d closed them earlier. He must’ve dozed since Eddie had to stir him.

He felt something stabbing him in the ankle. When he looked down, he saw a baseball card-sized piece of paper. He pulled it from his sock and turned it over. It was the picture of Nancy, the one he’d stashed in the glove box. He’d carried it in his wallet when they were dating.

A little while after she’d ended things, Steve had stashed it in the glove box to keep her out of sight and mind. He couldn’t bring himself to get rid of it altogether. Eddie must’ve knocked it out when he grabbed the sunglasses.

Steve sighed softly, much like he had when he had seen anything that reminded him of his failed relationship. He tucked it back into the glove box where it came from. He didn’t need Eddie seeing it so he could give him a hard time about Nance like Dustin had.

Steve leaned over to check the gas gauge. It had half a tank. To be on the safe side, he filled it up and then went inside the store. He didn’t know if Eddie had any money, and he needed to tell the convenience store worker to give him ten dollars on pump five.

Steve felt parched all of a sudden, so he headed to the back of the store where the drinks were first. He grabbed an arm full of cold Cokes and found Eddie in one of the aisles. “We’re gonna need the caffeine,” he commented, although his thirst had fueled the amount he’d grabbed.

The Coca-Cola cans dropped into Eddie’s basket, giving it significantly more weight. Eddie had been thinking coffee or maybe the sugar rush of a Slurpee, but soda worked, too.

“What do you have in there? Anything good?” Steve asked curiously, with a smile, taking a peek into the basket. He made a face at the first thing he saw. “Gross, honey garlic jerky. Didn’t even know that was a thing. They don’t have any Slim Jims?” Steve loved those. “Don’t think we need to spread bad breath amongst the crew with this kind.”

Steve reached into the basket to take it out but hissed the second his fingertips came into contact with the package. It singed them. Steve brought his hand up to his mouth and blew on them in an attempt to cool them down. It felt like they were on fire. Pain surged through his body for a second, and his eyes flashed red before turning back to normal. He looked wide-eyed at Eddie and backed up from the basket. He examined his fingers. They were blistered. “Shit.”

Eddie gaped. The garlic wasn’t actually supposed to hurt Steve. Now he felt bad, even though his test had passed with flying colors. He flung the offending jerky back into its box on the shelf. That probably wasn’t even fresh garlic, but garlic powder. Who knew what a real clove would do?

“First, no reflection, and now I can’t go anywhere near garlic.” Steve was bewildered and lowered his voice further to ask. “You think… I’m turning into a vampire from that demobat bite?” It couldn’t just be a coincidence. What was he going to do? Sprout fangs and start sucking peoples’ blood? Maybe he wasn’t thirsty for Coke. “Jesus Christ.”

Eddie’s heart sped up. Steve was coming to the same conclusion he was. Steve was possibly a vampire. Which was not cool, it wasn’t cool. (But it was. Vampires were the chaotic or lawful evil with a powerful opposing force that could drain the life of their victims.)

At least it explained why Steve had looked slightly enraptured with him earlier if he was attracted to Eddie’s blood and not Eddie. Why was that a little disappointing?

Focus, Munson.

“From what I know about vampire folklore, vamps are usually undead. Killed and then brought back again. You aren’t, but this Upside Down place wouldn’t necessarily follow mythology rules.”

There were a lot of different myths, anyway. Eddie couldn’t recall reading one about a bat bite making someone turn into a vampire, but there were weirder ways, like not treating a wound with boiling water or a cat jumping over a corpse.

“We can test out a few other things to find out.” He didn’t mention that the jerky had been a test, though his shoulders hunched in visible guilt.

“I’ll ask you this.” Here, Eddie leaned closer, purely for scientific research and not because Steve had a gravitational pull sucking Eddie right in. The sunglasses slipped down his nose, and he looked into Steve’s eyes, which were beginning to swim with redness again. “Does my neck look like more of a snack right now than this Twinkie?” He lifted one of the individually wrapped Hostess Twinkies out of the basket for comparison.

Did Eddie’s neck look like a snack? The comparison between a Twinkie and a neck seemed far-fetched, but not for a vampire. It would be a lie if Steve said he hadn’t noticed Eddie’s neck, even before the bat bite. Wanting to bite it could’ve been something he’d be into before his transformation.

Eddie’s hair was currently pulled back and away from his neck. Steve could see the beautiful creamy skin with an impressively thick jugular. Steve inadvertently licked his lips. It was a tick of his, not something he did when he was hungry. Maybe when he was horny, but often he licked his lips when he was merely thinking about something for too long.

Twinkies weren’t his favorite. He preferred Ding Dongs. Compared to the banana cream-filled snack cake, yeah, Eddie’s neck was more snackable to him right now. He could hear Eddie’s heartbeat and blood flowing melodically through his body. It was music to Steve’s ears.

The cashier made a grumpy noise, giving them a brief look over his magazine. “Freaks,” he whispered, only loud enough for himself or a being with supernatural hearing to pick up.

That word, freaks, interrupted the sweet symphony of Eddie’s blood pumping steadily. Steve’s hearing had become undeniably enhanced. His head whipped in the direction of the cashier. His eyes were molten red again as he seethed.

Steve was angry –while Eddie may have been a freak, Eddie wasn’t being a freak right now, and neither was he. Literally no one had the balls to say that about him until now. This guy wasn’t going to get away with saying that about either of them tonight.

Eddie leaned away from Steve with difficulty. It seemed his indoor voice hadn’t been entirely indoor enough. He dropped the Twinkie back into the basket. “Maybe we should continue this conversation after we pay. Do you need some ice for your fing…”

Eddie trailed off because when he looked at Steve’s fingertips, they were back to normal, but his fingernails had turned pointed. And unless Steve had gone for a manicure since Eddie had been talking to him, those were definitely what one would consider claws. Advanced healing and tiny weapons. Nice.

Before he could say anything or Eddie could stop him, Steve left the aisle and hid behind the counter stealthily. The cashier continued to be physically oblivious to them. That was a mistake. When Steve approached from behind, the dude still had his nose buried in the magazine. He had been listening in and had just insulted them. Steve had been quick and silent. The guy didn’t even notice him creep up behind him.

Between one second and the next, the spot where Steve was standing was suddenly vacant. Eddie stepped backwards in surprise. “What the hell,” he said, blinking. He hadn’t even seen Steve move. But then he heard something that sent a frisson down his spine—an animalistic growl from the front of the store. “What did you call us?” Steve growled in a deeper-than-usual voice, his lips a centimeter from the guy’s ear and only a couple of inches away from his neck. That startled him, so Steve wrapped his hand around the jerk’s throat to keep him in place. Eddie dropped the basket and ran towards them, skidding to an abrupt stop, eyes growing impossibly wide as he took in the scene. Steve had the cashier in a chokehold and his mouth…

Steve felt the man’s pulse against his fingers. It excited him. He smiled upon squeezing, feeling the cashier’s pulse quicken as his breathing got labored naturally by Steve’s uncharacteristically strong grip.

His newly sharpened nails dug into the man’s flesh, causing the skin to break. Steve smelt blood immediately. That caused his canines to change from flat to sharp fangs. The smell heightened his thirst. Steve’s mouth started to water. The man made a choking noise as Steve ducked his head toward his neck.

Those were fangs, alright. Eddie gulped. It looked like Steve had found his preferred snack.

The cashier—Larry, said his nametag—was frozen in shock. He made eye contact with Eddie, blood trickling down his neck where Steve’s claws had pierced him.

Eddie looked at Steve’s face. He was wearing a feral expression, eyes so dark they were almost black, rage radiating from him in waves. Fuck. Eddie had to stop him and fast.

Steve felt as solid as a steel door and just as moveable when Eddie came up behind him. Eddie’s heart beat hard against Steve’s back as he covered Steve’s clawed hand with his own, squeezing it gently to try and ground him.

“Steve,” said Eddie, fighting to keep his voice steady, “let him go. He didn’t mean whatever he said. Right?” This, he directed to the man quietly whimpering in fear.

Defending their honor and feasting on the blood of the living was what Steve wanted to do—he was stopped only momentarily.

“N-no, I didn’t! I swear, dude!” Larry choked.

It thrilled Steve to no end that his prey was begging him. It was a little too late for that. “I don’t believe you,” he said wickedly.

As a newly awakened vampire, his mouth began watering in anticipation of his first bite. He was nearly swayed into not biting Larry by Eddie’s sweet touch and want for him not to hurt the guy.

In his heart, Steve knew Eddie was right. He should be the good guy that he was inside and let Larry go, but he was physically and mentally different since his demobat bite. He had been turned into a vampire, and his mind was being controlled from the Upside Down.

“He did, and this is what he gets for calling us freaks,” possessed Steve growled again, sounding completely different. Without another word, Steve sunk his fangs into the prey’s neck. As the red blood filled his mouth, Larry screamed in pain but was quickly silenced as he lost blood. Eddie winced at Steve’s response. That was not the reaction of someone in control of their mental faculties. Steve sounded like somebody else. Eddie wanted to tell him that being called a freak did not warrant blood drinking, but it was too late.

What Steve tasted was so bitter that he knew he couldn’t drink it. It wasn’t his type. Instead of stopping, he just let the blood spill from his mouth like a faucet. It fell down Larry’s body and onto the floor in a large pool. The order from Billy was to kill, so he didn’t need to drink just yet.

Eddie froze, standing there uselessly, watching Steve’s fangs sink into Larry’s neck. He didn’t flinch when Larry screamed, too shocked to do anything. You’d think by this point he would be getting used to disturbing shit happening, but no, it seemed like his brain could not roll with the punches. What happened next was a literal blood bath as Larry’s blood pooled down his clothes.

Steve let the blood-drained clerk fall from his grasp. At the same time, Eddie let go of him and stumbled backwards, causing him to snap out of it. When he saw what he had done, he was in shock. An unknowing, horrified expression flashed over his face while the last of Larry’s blood dripped from his chin.

He turned to Eddie. “What did I just do?” Any memory of what happened was completely wiped out. He touched his lips and felt the blood. When he looked at it on his fingertips, he cringed. “I need to get out of here.”

Eddie was frightened. Steve could tell from the look on his face and the fact that he had backed up as far as he could. Steve knew deep down that he had killed the clerk. Blood was on his face and in his mouth; the evidence of Larry’s lifeless body was there, drained of all its blood, and the floor was covered in it.

Steve felt awful. He had the worst taste in his mouth. All of the signs of him being a vampire had come true, right down to the blood-sucking. Except he hadn’t really sucked Larry’s blood. He must not have liked it despite legitimately being a vampire. Steve still needed blood. He wouldn’t be satiated until he found his type.

The sudden change in Steve’s demeanor gave Eddie whiplash. He looked like a puppy dog caught digging in the garbage, all traces of that wild creature of the night gone. Eddie found that he couldn’t answer Steve’s question.

You just killed the dude! got caught in his throat. It probably wouldn’t go over too well, anyway. Steve looked genuinely confused—almost like he had blacked out during that little… murder episode.

“I agree that we need to get out of here fucking immediately,” Eddie said. His hands scrunched into fists at his sides. He felt uncomfortable, the pits of his shirt damp with nervous sweat. His gaze darted at a sudden movement.

Behind Steve, Larry was rising to his feet.

“Holy shit, he’s alive?” breathed Eddie, hope swelling in his chest that was dashed as soon as he saw the cement grey pallor of Larry’s skin.

Larry tilted his head at an unnatural angle, piercing Eddie with dead eyes completely swallowed by black.

“Oh, see? Larry’s fine.” Eddie let out a hysterical laugh. “Just dandy!”

A hiss was Larry’s only reply. He sounded exactly like Mrs. Henderson’s newly adopted kitten, Mews the Second, Tews.

Since Steve wasn’t facing Larry, he missed his rise from death, but he quickly turned around when Eddie spoke. Larry was definitely not alright. The noise he released was one of the most terrifying noises Steve had ever heard.

Larry jerked towards them on staggering feet, flashing a new sharp set of fangs that were less impressive than Steve’s but still pretty fucking horrifying. Larry passed right by Steve and was heading in Eddie’s direction.

Eddie scrambled away. “No, I am not your snack!”

Steve was hot on Larry’s trail. “He isn’t, Larry! He’s not your snack!” Steve wanted to growl that Eddie was his but bit his tongue and instead grabbed their basket of snacks and drinks that had gotten abandoned.

“Grrrrruuuuh,” Larry disagreed, lunging for Eddie.

Eddie dodged the clumsy grabby hands and took a can of Popeye spinach from the shelf nearest him, throwing it at Larry to deter him. The can hit him in the gut, and he groaned again but seemed otherwise unfazed.

“You turned him into some sort of zombie vampire!” Eddie hissed at Steve.

Steve threw one of the Coke cans at Larry’s head, nailing him. When the can came in contact with Larry’s head, it exploded, and coke went everywhere, stunning the zombified man. It looked like Little League had paid off for Steve, even though baseball wasn’t his sport. It was enough to get Larry to make more noise as he stumbled backwards and fell onto the shelf behind him, knocking it over. That gave Steve time to go over to Eddie. He hooked their arms together. “Now. We gotta go now.” On the way out, Steve knocked over the newspaper stand by the door, buying them precious getaway time–hopeful that little action would make it harder for Larry to escape and come right after them. “I didn’t mean to do this,” he said, knowing he hadn’t been in control. Of course Harrington had the aim and strength of a pro baseball player in addition to being gorgeous and popular. Of course he had to save Eddie from some otherworldly creature for the second time that night, Eddie thought, annoyed and terrified in equal measure as Steve herded him out of the 7-11 like a protective vampire soccer mom herding her son off the field. Eddie shook Steve’s touch off once they were outside, letting his petulance fuel him.

Steve felt guilty because Eddie was distraught, and he couldn’t deny having started it all, but he had saved him again and had gotten him out of the store.

Steve got in the passenger side of the car while Eddie started it. Steve hit the door lock and then grabbed a Coke before tossing the basket in the backseat. Once Eddie had the car in drive, Steve cracked open the can, downing it to get the rancid taste of Larry’s blood out of his mouth. “I’m not sure I’m a vampire. His blood didn’t taste good.”

Eddie’s brow ticked, and he looked over at him. He relaxed his grip on the wheel when he realized he was white-knuckling it and eased up on the gas when he noticed the speedometer was twenty miles above the limit. “It didn’t? But you did get the urge to drink it, right? I thought maybe you were just a messy eater.”

He did wonder why Steve had chosen Larry as his munchie target. Between Eddie and Larry, Steve had decided Larry was the tastier option. Larry had a mullet and smelled like stale corn chips—but now was not the time to get… what, offended? And pleased that Larry didn’t taste good? Jesus Christ.

Eddie forced his shoulders to come down since they were rising tensely up to his ears. He was focusing on all the wrong things here. Priorities, Munson.

Steve made a weird noise, catching Eddie’s attention, but when he saw Steve’s face, he knew exactly what was happening. That was the same face Gareth had made last week after he downed a whole jug of Eddie’s prison hooch (recipe courtesy of his dear dad). “You, my fanged friend, are about to upchuck. Pulling over!”

The Coke hadn’t agreed with Steve at all. The cold fizziness of the liquid felt good going down. It didn’t have its familiar taste, but it still felt refreshing. That was until he felt the cold fizziness bubble back up right after he had drained the entire can. He made a panicked noise before pursing his lips tightly to keep it from instantly coming back out. His cheeks began to puff as his mouth filled up with the Coke. Steve desperately tried not to spew it all over the inside of his car.

Eddie hit the brakes just in time. That made the feeling worse, but luckily, the beemer had power windows, and Steve was already pressing the down button. No sooner than he got the window rolled down and hung his head out of it, the Coke launched itself out of his system.

Eddie groaned in sympathy, giving Steve’s back a slow rub to help him through the worst of it.

Steve felt Eddie’s touch, surprised by it at first. He didn’t react but calmed quickly after getting it all out. He sighed when Eddie stopped. Part of Steve wanted to continue to be soothed by Eddie since he still felt as shaken up as the Coke had been when it was inside him.

Steve slowly brought his head back into the car, settling in his seat. He wiped his mouth on the sleeve of his jacket. Coke and blood transferred onto it, making him wince. He left the window down to get some fresh air.

“You could just be reacting to what happened back there,” Eddie said since it had been traumatic as fuck, “or maybe you downed that Coke too fast, but to me, that was another positive result for the vampire test. Not being able to drink human beverages.”

Steve listened, trying to make sense of it. Maybe he couldn’t have human food anymore, just blood? But he hadn’t liked Larry’s blood. What was he going to do? He couldn’t snack on Eddie, could he? He didn’t want to kill anyone else. “I wasn’t in control. I can’t remember it. I think Vecna or one of his minions was in control. They made me attack him. The last thing I remember is that I didn’t like that he called us freaks.”

When Steve looked at him, Eddie was shocked to see that those black and red veins that had bloomed all over Steve’s body had invaded Steve’s face. He didn’t look like a monster, however—far from it.

“I believe you, Stevie,” said Eddie, using the nickname he’d heard Mrs. Harrington use. It was sweet. Nobody named Stevie had a murderous bone in their body. “You didn’t do it on purpose. You’ve been cursed. You didn’t even remember to bust the CCTV—clear evidence you’re not a real criminal.”

Fortunately, Eddie had trashed the camera with a heavy can of creamed corn while Steve had been busy taking down Larry. The last thing they needed was an APB out for not only him but Steve, too.

Eddie tapped his rings against the wheel in deep thought. Possession. That was what it sounded like to Eddie. If those octobats were an extension of Vecna, that meant Vecna was technically Steve’s Maker. Who knew what other sorts of things Vecna could force Steve to do? At least Steve didn’t seem possessed anymore , but when would it happen again?

They probably should have killed Larry a second time, too. He might go on to attack someone else if he managed to find a way out of his newspaper prison. And what about the other bats that had escaped into Hawkins? How many other people had gotten bitten?

Eddie had a feeling things were about to really spiral out of control.

Steve still couldn’t fathom being a real vampire. He had his first victim, and all the other evidence of it being true was there, too. He guessed he could no longer deny it. At least Eddie believed he was possessed, which was good. Steve needed him.

The nickname made all the hairs on his body stand straight up, but it was comforting, too. He never thought he’d hear it from Eddie, of all people. If he wasn’t an ice cube now, it was so intimate of a nickname he was sure it would’ve made him blush. Luckily, he couldn’t do that right now.

“Think we should get going again. Maybe head to Skull Rock and stay there until morning. Get the others to come meet us.” Steve tousled his hair. “Perhaps vampire me prefers to feast on animals and not humans. There will be plenty of those out there.”

“Alright,” Eddie agreed, “Skull Rock it is, but no getting frisky with me. I don’t do those things on a first date.”

Eddie knew the area’s history from multiple sources: cheerleaders and involuntary eavesdropping in the hallways at school. Steve had apparently taken many lucky ladies out there in his time, and his moves were legendary enough to be spoken about. Eddie winked at Steve because it was fun to fuck with him.

What Eddie said was hilarious to Steve. This would be the worst first date ever. Along with Eddie’s earlier comments and flirty wink, Steve was seriously questioning Eddie’s sexuality.

Maybe that was why he hadn’t seen Eddie with a girl. Whenever Steve saw Eddie at school or selling drugs at a party, he always seemed to be surrounded by guys. Despite being a massive nerd, he was charismatic, fun, funny, silly and strong. What girl wouldn’t like that? Especially the nerdy kind. That made it all a little more peculiar.

“What do you take me for?” Steve asked curiously, smirking because he was also beginning to wonder if he was some sort of hussy. There wasn’t much of anything he wouldn’t do on a first date, but at the same time, he considered himself a respectable young gentleman and kept things consensual. He felt his blood quicken. “Do vampires still get to have sex? If it’s this upsetting being unable to drink Coke, you don’t want to be around me when I can’t…”

Steve laughed as he noticed he had made Eddie blush without even finishing the sentence. It satisfied something deep inside him, probably the same thing that made it fun for Eddie to fuck with him.

What in the fuck was going on with the two of them? It felt like they were flirting. Did becoming a vampire make Steve hot for just anyone?

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #steddie fic #steddiebang23 #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #vampire

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dexabite · 2 years

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because i'm bored: here's what i think about the characters of ride the cyclone!

ocean o'connell rosenberg:

definitely was a huge snob. in my language, we call those kind of people "maldita" HAHAHAH

she sounds so much like a high school bully that it's hilarious... but also, i feel like she was bullied in elem and was consequently also mean in highschool? idk she gives me that energy

DEFINITELY the kind of person to love legally blonde and mean girls and just projected it onto her persona LMAOO

though she's probably really very much a big softie once she developed at the end of the musical, but still hides it behind her bitchy and rude exterior

she looks like she would take someone's phone and squint whenever someone shows her a meme, like the way a mother would

noel gruber:

mean gay. that's it.

it's canon that whenever he's nervous or uncomfortable, he picks on his nail polish! and i love that! he's just like me fr!

i think the thing he really wanted was just a life outside of his simple one when he was alive... and i think monique gibeau was his drag persona

that said: NOEL DRAG QUEEN AAHHHH

feels like he would be more reserved because he's trying to look normal because of his mom yk, so he probably didn't have many friends outside of the choir (who weren't very close to begin with, judging from the way they talk in the beginning of the musical)

but besides that, he wants to be FLAMBOYANT and FEMININE and i love him

mischa bachinski:

iconic. stole boxes of communion wine for his eight year old cousin because of birthday. im in love with him.

sorry to noel, but he's the REAL most romantic boy in town. nothing compares to the way he sings about talia as if he couldn't live without her. get yourself a man like mischa.

probably loves ridiculous memes. would laugh at them for so long and show everyone in the choir

i think he doesn't actually watch horror movies but watches analysis videos on youtube about them like i do.

when he actually watches horror movies, he squirms around and does all of these weird movements and noises to cope with the fear 😭 not outright scream though, he's too emasculated /j

ricky potts:

he is an oc writer just like me. i love him for that.

was most likely into warrior cats as a kid, obviously marvel comics and star trek too. no way he wasn't.

he mooost likely didn't want to be in the choir in the first place but ocean forced him in it, based off his reaction to ocean trying to get people to like her again after singing about social darwinism 😭

that said, he's just like me fr... using escapism as a coping mechanism for his lonelines... i love you ricky and and your sexy cat ladies from zolar

and actually, i think he's one of the most underrated characters apart from constance which is such a SHAME...

he's so nerdy and JUST LIKE ME FR!!!

i think that before his hands degenerated, he was an artist. not a good one, but enough for people to recognize it!

jane doe:

CREEPYPASTA ENJOYER I CAN SMELL IT OFF OF HER.

creepy... i love her...

and i think that she's really good at crocheting, to add onto the whole doll aesthetic. makes tiny sweaters for ricky's cats, probably made a phone case for constance made out of wool... no matter how inconvenient it was

i think that noel would've painted her nails black too because she deserves it!!!

anyway, her and ricky are the "the bad bitch i got thanks to my autism" meme definitely. going both ways

anyway her actor's voice always sounds like an opera singers it's so impressive! that's why i believe that she can actually sing opera if they ask her to

definitely knows obscure facts about medieval torture and lions... just because!

FOORNICATION UNDER CONSENT OF THE KING!!!!

constance blackwood:

HER SONGS MAKE ME FEEL SO MANY THINGS IT'S CRAZY

the unique lesson of "there's no shame in loving my small town" ...my god you never hear that in musicals EVER

it's always "GET ME OUT OF HERE PLEASE!!!!" not the lesson that's in sugar cloud

that said, god... the fact that she doesn't like being called nice because it means that no one truly got close enough to her to know her for her goofiness... her weird thoughts, and her silly mannerisms and she had no one to vent to </3

hell, even her so called BEST FRIEND is mean to her!!!

but i feel like they'd still be close, despite that yk? best friends always stick together and as ocean develops more i think that they'd get closer until they're literally the only two who knows the other better than themselves

OH and i think that constance would've loved writing fanfic... she just has that kinda energy yk? she and noel would bond over writing and they'd talk about what they write and constance would hesitate because she doesn't want to admit that she writes gay fanfiction on ao3 😭🙏

#rtc #ride the cyclone #rtc musical #ride the cyclone musical #rtc jane doe #rtc constance #rtc mischa #rtc noel #rtc ocean #rtc ricky #i love this musical with all my heart and soul.#rtc hcs #ride the cyclone headcanons #ride the cyclone hcs #rtc headcanons

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elusivewildflower · 2 years

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Take My Last Name | Sgt. Jerry Wooters x Reader

Pairing: Sgt. Jerry Wooters x F! Reader

Summary: You begrudgingly leave Jerry’s bed and arrive back home at the wrong time, just as your uncle has realized that his mansion has been bugged by cops. You’ve been out and about more often the last month, and he believes you may have something to do with ratting him out. He places his hands on you, and when you are freed, you run right back to Jerry.

Warnings: cursing, mentions of sex, abuse/violence (reader being strangled for a brief bit)

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: I don’t know how many people will read this, as I tried to find other Jerry Wooters fics last night and found none on this site, but I hope those of you that do will enjoy it! You can’t go wrong with any of Ryan Gosling’s characters, and I’m obsessed with all of them. Thank you so much to @truesblue for being my beta for this!!

“Sweetie, don’t go.”

“I have to, Jer. He’s gonna wonder where I am.”

“Then let him wonder.”

“I’ve gotta go.”

Those were the last words you had spoken to Jerry before you weaseled your way out of his arms and made the drive back home to your uncle’s. You checked up your makeup in a tiny pocket mirror, wanting to look put-together and not like you’d been up all night rolling around in the sheets, before stepping out of the car and entering the mansion. You despised calling it home, really wishing you had let Jerry convince you to stay.

As you ventured further, the sounds of a commotion coming from the small living room prickled your attention. The distinct crash of glass shattering, heavy objects being tossed about, and of course, the angry shouts of your uncle filled your ears from where you halted across. You saw movement in the corner of your eye, and turned to find the maid shooing Grace, your uncle’s girl, out of the house. Lucky, you thought. She at least has a family to run to. Your parents had been murdered a few years back in retaliation of something your uncle had done. You’d never been given specifics, but someone had targeted Mickey’s only living family, which had been your father, mother, and you, to hurt him. Thankfully, you had accepted a last minute invitation to go out with friends, and you weren’t at home when the attack happened. Otherwise, you’d be six feet underground like your parents. Your uncle Mickey took you in when that had happened, vowing to find those responsible and keep you safe. If only you had known back then it was him that you really needed to be saved from.

“You!” Mickey snarled, effectively shaking you from your thoughts. When your eyes met his figure, his arm was raised and finger pointed directly at you. Oh. This can’t be good.

A chill ran down your spine as he closed the distance between you, your fear rooting you in place when you probably should’ve run. “Where the hell have you been?” He questioned harshly, his finger now wagging in your face.

“Out with Connie and Peggy. It was a girl’s night.” You lied right through your teeth.

He stepped closer towards you, his form crowding around you as your back pressed against the wall. You hadn’t realized you had been backing away from him until that moment. “Don’t lie to me!” He shouted in your face.

You shook your head vigorously, opening your mouth to object when he continued on.

“You’ve been out an awful lot lately, and someone has been ratting me out.” He spoke in an accusatory tone.

You shook your head once more. “I’ve been going out with the girls, just like I used to do before mom and dad died.”

In an instant, Mickey’s hands were wrapped around your throat. His pure strength he had as a retired boxer showed as he lifted you from the ground with his hold. “Then why did one of my men see you chatting up a cop the other night?”

You gasped for air as he throttled you, your fingers trying desperately to pry his hands away from your neck. You were unsuccessful, and tears began brimming in your eyes. “Cops aren’t my type,” you wheezed out quickly, “I let him down easy.” It was another lie, but you hoped it would be enough to get him to let go. Instead, he only tightened his grip. Your lungs felt as if they were on fire, your last bit of air used to answer him. Tears trailed down your cheeks as your heart hammered in your ears. The corners of your vision were beginning to grow dark as you struggled to breathe.

You could barely see as your uncle regarded you for a few moments, seemingly pondering over whether or not you were telling the truth. Or at least, that’s what you hoped he was pondering, and not whether or not he actually wanted to kill his niece. When he finally released his hold, you crumpled to the floor, your legs unable to hold your weight. Your hands flew to your neck to soothe the pain as you gasped for air, only to immediately break out in a coughing fit. Slowly, you regained your vision, watching as your uncle retreated back into the living room, shouting for his men to find the bug within his home.

When you felt the coast was clear, and you had enough strength back in your body, you staggered to your feet and made a run for your car. You didn’t bother to look back as you threw her in drive and sped off to the only place you could think of. Jerry’s.

More tears rolled down your cheeks on the drive over. Pulling into his driveway, you decided to check your reflection in your pocket mirror. What greeted you when you flipped the mirror open made you grimace. Your eyes were red and bleary, streaks of your tears mixed with mascara stained your cheeks, and when you caught a glimpse of the bruising your uncle’s hands left behind….You snapped the mirror shut.

You rapped on Jerry’s front door, hoping that it wouldn’t take him long to answer. You hoped no one else would have to see you like this, and it was broad daylight afterall. Within moments the door is swung open, revealing the man you had been sleeping with for the past few weeks. He was dressed in gray slacks, but a simple white undershirt. His blue eyes quickly take in your appearance, his expression shifting from one of worry to anger in seconds.

“Sweetie, what the hell happened to you?! Who did this?” He questioned, his hands reaching out to grasp your arms and pull you closer to him. You didn’t object to his touch, but you didn’t feel like answering his questions right now. You just wanted to be wrapped up in his arms, the only place that you ever felt safe. You shake your head and bury your face into his chest, fresh tears falling down your face.

He gently guides you further into the house, shutting and locking the door behind him. Now that you were safe behind closed doors, he wrapped his muscular arms around you tightly and held you there for a good while. Your tears soaked through his thin shirt, but he didn’t seem to care. One of his hands rose to rub your back soothingly as he pressed his lips to the top of your head. After your sobs settle into sniffles, he pulls back slightly to place a finger under your chin. He then prompts you to lift your head, and you do so willingly. His free hand ghosts over the handprints that are now bruised into your skin, and he closes his eyes, sucking in a deep, calming, breath. He lowers his forehead to press against yours.

“Who did this?” He asked once more, this time in a much softer voice.

You sucked in a shaky breath. “Mickey.”

Jerry’s jaw clenched tightly. “I’ll kill him, I swear to God I’ll kill him.” He moves to take a step away from you as his body shakes with anger.

You shake your head and reach back out for him, desperate to pull him close again. “No, Jerry, no. Please…I don’t have anywhere to go.” You begged.

He allowed you to pull him back right where you wanted him. His intense blue eyes stared directly into yours. “You’ll stay right here.”

“He’ll come after me.” You protested.

It was Jerry’s turn to shake his head. “No. I’ll protect you. I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again.” His words held so much conviction that you had to believe him, even if his promise seemed impossible. “We’ve got a plan.”

He was referring to the gangster squad, the ones that planted the bug your uncle had just found out about. You looked a bit unsure of him for a moment. Sure, the gangster squad had done well in thwarting your uncle’s business plans, but as far as you knew, most of their tactics weren’t actually planned out very well. They had mostly been lucky.

“Even if your squad is successful,” you began. “I’ll always be a target. His enemies, hell even his men that survive, they’ll come after me just because I have his name.”

Jerry fell quiet for a few moments. His eyes dropped from yours as he seemed to be mulling something over. You searched his face for any inkling of what it may be, but his expression changed to a blank look before you could piece anything together. Your brows furrowed together in worry. “What?” You questioned, not liking the silence he had created.

His eyes met yours again as he gave a shrug. “Marry me.”

You blinked a few times as your brain tried to understand what he had said so nonchalantly. He wanted to marry you? You had only known each other for a little over a month. “What?” You asked yet again as your eyes searched for any hint that this may be a joke.

“Marry me.” He repeats himself. “You won’t have his name anymore, you’ll take mine.” He paused for a beat. “Mrs. (Y/N) Wooters.” He tilts his head to the side as he regards you, a small smile pulling at his lips. “I kinda like the sound of that.” A brow raises as he waits for your response. “What do you say?”

Your thoughts feel as if they’re traveling through your mind a mile a minute. You hadn’t known this man for long, but already he made you happier than any other man in your life. This might be a rash decision, but maybe, just maybe, he’d keep his promise of keeping you safe. You’d finally be free of your uncle.

A smile spreads across your face, “Yes.”

“Yes?” He echoed, sounding as if he was unsure of your response.

You nodded, “Yes. Yes, I’ll marry you.”

His smile broke out into a grin as he quickly pressed his lips to yours. It was gentle, as if he was afraid of applying too much pressure due to your injury, but still passionate. His large arms wrapped around your waist and yours wrapped around his neck, ignoring the throbbing pain in your throat. You were just happy to be in his arms, something you’d now get to be in for the rest of your life.

Jerry broke the kiss first, pulling away from you. “Wait here,” he instructed before disappearing into his home.

You glanced around at the place you’d now get to call your home as you patiently awaited him to return. When he did return, he had a small box in his hand. You eyed it over curiously as he brought it closer for your inspection. Not giving you a chance to question what it was, he popped it open, revealing an ornate diamond ring.

“It was my mother’s,” he explained, removing it from the box and taking your left hand in his. He slid it onto your ring finger slowly. It was a perfect fit.

“Now, it’s yours.”

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