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lilylylalil · 2 months

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Normal Fucking Day

Alastor × Reader

Before reading, i will like to inform you that this version isn't finish and will never will be, if you want more information i will put a link where i talk why, anyways hope you still enjoy.

Warnings: cursing, blood, killing, reader has a problem

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Fucking shit…

who could have thought that your co-worker could be a degenerate fucking cult leader…?!

I am sorry but i am done from this shit. Nope this shit is worst then the time that my mother tried to stab me with a fucking sandal. Actually i prefered if i could go to that time then this shit….

Ugh, why the dangerous psychopaths are the hot boys? Literally he is soo fucking hot Alexander. I could say some catching quotes like: “i don't mind you stabbing me~” but i could say that for shits and giggles! Not when that person literaly tried to stab me!?

Alexander almost stabbed Reader untill he paused and look at Reqder and ask:

“Do you always think aloud?”

“Shit! Did i say that aloud?!”

“yes and you are doing again”

As Reader was distracted as she felt ashemed and Alexander had the time in succeding in stabing her on her left shoulder.

“Fuck! You motherless son of a bitch! Hope you choke on a dick! No actually i hope you choke with your salivia! Hope you have the most stupidiest death! I want it to be so stupid that they can't make it public! Like…you electrocute yourself when you tried to use a sex toy when you could be in a bathtub with water you dumb shit-”

Of course Reader inuslted Alexander for the 15 minutes or at leats she planned that but Alexander didn't let her and knock her out.

You may be wandering why didn't she fight back? Well the same reason you start your homework at the last minute. because both of you are stupid.

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When you opened your eyes you were tied down on a..table…?

“oh great. Do you know people this is how almost every porn video start?”

Actually you didn't know shit because you never saw a porn video in your life, i guess It's a curse and blessing at the same time or…maybe you have been cursed by the god of porn because you didn't watch in your entire life a porn video…

“what the fuck.”

You didn't even look at your surroundings but now with the voice that interrupted your thought you notice there is at least 34 people surrounding you.

“Oh, did i talk at loud again my thoughts?”

You said as you look at them. You had a feeling they were done with your shit without even seeing their faces. Well, it's not your fault they chose to be in a cult.

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“Borther and Sisters, we are reunited in this beutiful demoniacal hour for our sacrifice for our lord-”

Before Alexander could say something else Reader interrupted him

“if i die as a sacrifice can at least die in peace knowing that i died to a hot god or whatever..?

One in the crowd said

“how dare you, you insolent-”

Reader again interrupted

“yeah yeah, “how could i?” but did you forget how your leader captured me? He propose me a one night stand and he knows how I am weak for pretty boys or girls~”

“okay just stop” Alexander said “Can't you be fucking serious for once in your life?! aren't you afraid for you life?!”

“ho you sweet summer child. Bold of you to assume i love my life-”

“would you shut up if i give you a dollar?”

And that actually did shut Reader as she was similing like an idiot with her one dollar that could not even spend, if the sacrifice was a success or she doesn't escape.

But guess what? Did she even try to escape? Nah, will she regret it? Probably but like she said “future problems for future me”

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As the cult do its ritual, flames, dark shadow and a dark black light come from no where. Reader wasn't a religious type but that didn't mean she didn't believe in supernatural beings, she was pissy because she didn't have any popcorn for this or maybe she should film it but she thoughts that if she publish on YouTube no one could think the video is real but she could always do some buzz!

Reader didn't have an angel or demon on her shoulders. No, she had another version of her but with an expensive suit with expensive glasses that always thinks “mmmh…is it worth it the effort? Is it beneficial with money?”

anyways like every sane person you think, why Reader is thinking about that when she is in an horrible situation ?! Well i don't know Charle, why are we alive when we will die at the end?!

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Before Reader could lose any other type of sanity (if it even exist) she stopped her thoughts and look what the fuck the cult members summoned, it could be funny if they summoned an instopable force without any morality and kills you but also the memebers…AHAahah…oh fuck..you realise you jinks it.

And guess what? You were right, the thing that they summoned it attacked everything and killed every members that tried to run away, you didn't know how after all you closed your eyes to not be even more traumatized then you are already but you could certainly hear their screams of pain, it feel like hearing souls from hell getting tortured there. It felt like the entity knew exactly how to inflect pain to give the most horrible death possible.

Even when the screaming stopped you open your eyes again after a good minute and you didn't believe what you are just seeing! A fucking furry…?! Actually you have no idea if It's a half wolf but you are sure that his aesthetic is a little too red for your liking and it felt like even if it had a humanoid appearance it was everything but human. That thing had too much of a dark aura to not feel like fleeing like a little bitch but you were lucky because mama didn't raise a bitch so you are going to face him! Wait- actually mama didn't raise anyone. She was a bit-

Plus it's not like you had a choice, you were still tied up.

You waited for your end (even if you didn't want a furry to kill you, i mean the ears could make you laugh if you weren’t in such a horrible situation)

And waited

And still waited until you see that that thing was looking at you curiously, ominously like it was thinking what to do to you.

Well the little human was right for once, the demon was interested in her why she wasn't screaming or trying to escaped, it isn't as fun if the victim already accepted Its end. That completely cuts Alastor appetite.

“sooo…” a voice break the tension “are you gonna kill me? After all normally i was suppose to be the sacrifice…”

Alastor's smile went even wider as he said with enthusiasm “Oh my dear! Actually that was the plan! But you seem more interested alive." Was that a compliment?

“oh…thanks..? I think….?..”

Alastor chuckles as your no longer tied down with a simple gesture of Alastor's hand.

“Well my dear..should you introduce yourself?”

“you know my mom said to not talk to strangers-” you tried to joke but that beast gaze was becoming a little too dark

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#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor x reader #alastor

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wellofdean · 2 months

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So in my ongoing efforts to say nice things about Supernatural and, as @luckshiptoshore said yesterday, "reclaim this nice, gay show" together, and also probably because I listened to Bruce Springsteen earlier today while I was thinking: why is it that this particular love story has me like it does? Why can't I let this Destiel thing go? I mean... I watched all the recent queer love stories and as much as I enjoyed Good Omens and OFMD, they just don't take up real estate in my soul like Supernatural does -- and that's not a decision I made, it just is. I don't know about you guys, but my little rages choose me.

Anyway, I was thinking -- it's probably not just because of queer representation or whatever, and I don't think it's because I want to see dudes be tender -- I think I ran out of that form of interest in the life of dudes awhile ago, but yeah, Bruce Springsteen. Born to Run. He says "I want to know love is wild, I want to know love is real" and I felt like it pretty much hit the nail on the head for me, somehow.

It's been a long time since I have felt moved by a het romance story. I feel like I can no longer believe it when the roles are so pre-packaged in the tropes and trappings of what was sold to me as idealised love in my younger days. And, like, I am Gen X, so it was pretty gruesome out there when I was learning how to want love -- the power of compulsory heterosexuality was strong, and the shit that was sold to us all as ways to love and be loved were pretty gross, just watch any romantic comedy from the 80's or 90's.

I think I love Supernatural so much because of the way Dean plays the role of a standard issue dude, and postures like he is a stereotypical red-blooded American dude, but it's so transparent that it isn't him. I don't know if it's just Jensen things, or if it was consciously done, but I love how unconvincing Dean's act is, and how clear it is that he is a wounded child whose own real desires and needs have been beaten out of him somehow, and I just love the way the real Dean and what that guy wants slow rises out of him as the story goes on, until he's choking on it, and visibly swallowing it down. For me, the queerest thing about Dean is his pain, his aching loneliness, and his sense of failure at being what he thinks he is -- a violent man who only knows how to kill, and I love Dean's moments of clarity, moments when he speaks from his own soul -- when he tells Cas he's sorry, tells John he has a family, tells Chuck "that's not who I am" are just everything to me.

Both Dean and Cas are victims of conditioning and coersion -- Dean trying to be his Daddy's perfect son, and being manipulated by Chuck, and Cas horribly violated and brainwashed repeatedly for millennia in heaven -- and they love each other in defiance of conditioning, because love is wild, and it's the product of their freedom.

I feel like ALL actual love eschews force and arises out of freedom. All real love is specific and weird, and is co-created in the space between lovers from what is most real in them and in that sense, all real love is queer in some way in that it is not part of the big social project of subjugating what doesn't comply. I feel like a lot of people lead lives of mindless compliance and that a thing that's wonderful about queer people and queer community is that we work against the grain to honor what is truest in us, whatever that is.

I guess I just love that, on Supernatural, the kind of love that saves the day is the kind that grows wild, like a weed you can't kill, out of more than a decade of choosing each other, again and again, and choosing to fight coercion and conditioning. Love that just fucking refuses to comply, and in fact, cannot comply, because non-compliance is it's very nature. There's something so hopeful and beautiful about that to me. I want to believe in it, and I do.

It's also why, after ALL THIS, in the context of that narrative, Dean is incontrovertibly queered, and anything else is just straight up narrative malpractice.

#supernatural #dean winchester #love is queer yo #anti-trashnatural agenda

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fandoms--fluff · 7 months

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Okay this is going to be Legacies. So, I was thinking Hope x Reader. I was thinking where Reader is a normal human and She has been together with Hope 2 years. But the thing is that the Reader doesn’t know that Hope is a Tribid and she didn’t tell the reader. At night, Reader finds Hope going against vampires and she uses her tribrid abilities and saw it all and Reader was shocked. Angst and Fluff :)

The Secret's Out

Flufftober, October 4th

Female reader x Hope Mikaelson

Warnings: mentions of dead people/killing?

A/n: It's more really fluffy! I hope you like it!

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You're taking your usual late night walk. Now it doesn't sound the safest, but nothing bad has happened. Well, not until up to this point.

You hear screams coming from around the corner and being your curious self, you take a peak. Don't get it wrong, your heart is beating restlessly, but you're going to be wondering for the whole night what's going on.

What you see makes you go frozen. You're standing on the street corner, watching as your girlfriend is fighting five people. But in the next second all five of them go down, lifeless. They have veins running up their faces. The way they all fell, it can't be natural, it's as if some force field struck them and now you notice all their hearts are littered on the ground.

You look back over to your girlfriend who obviously caused that. There's no way she didn't, she's the only other person there, and it certainly wasn't you. Except, her face isn't normal, her eyes are amber and veins are sticking out under her eyes.

"Hope?" You yell out. Stupid thing to do, right? But you only live once, you guess.

Hope turns, hearing her name, and sees you, her girlfriend. Her very human, shouldn't have to know about the supernatural, girlfriend.

Her vampire face immediately retracts and a shocked one replaces it. She vamps over to you. You jump from the speed and how she just appeared like that.

"Y/n? I'm so sorry you had to see that" she said, clearly starting starting panic. "Well, what the hell was that?!" You exclaimed.

Hope grows silent, not knowing the perfect way to tell you.

"Well?" You sigh. She just looks at you with this lost facial expression. "Fine, if you don't want to talk about it right here, do you want to come back to my apartment and talk there. There'll be no prying eyes or ears, I promise" you tell her softly.

"Okay, yeah. Are you sure?" She asks, noting how calm you've become. "Yes, I'm sure, I want to know what all of this is. And while we're walking I'm going to come up with some conclusions to what you are and tell you what I thought after your explanation and you can then tell me how stupid I sound, got it?"

"Got it" she gives you a nervous smile. It's extremely confusing to her for how she's the nervous one here, but she just pushes it aside. She walks next to you as you guys walk over to your apartment a couple blocks away.

When you guys made it in your apartment, she follows you to the couch. You motion for her to sit down beside you and she slightly nods, taking a seat.

"Okay, so I kept this hidden, well the best I could obviously. The school I went to, I don't anymore, but you know how I visit my friends and all that stuff. Well, it's not a normal school, it's a school for the supernatural." She starts. You raise an eyebrow, a corner of your lip poking up, but you want her to finish speaking.

"I'm a part of the supernatural, only I'm the only one of them, there is. There are three species, witches, werewolves, and vampires... I'm all three. I was a miracle child between my father, who was the original hybrid - a vampire and a werewolf, and my mother, who was a werewolf before she turned into a hybrid after she gave birth to me." She gulps before continuing. You give a reassuring smile. "They're both dead now, as you already know. I wanted to tell you the moment I fell in love with you, but I was scared and stressed, and thought you'd be terrified and hate me. I thought you'd..I don't know, but I really, really don't want to break up and I don't want you to think I'm an abomination monster and hate me for ever not telling you. Or just for existing, because people have been calling me that since before I was born. But I never want you to call me that." Hope looks to you with pleading, glossed over eyes.

"Hey, hey, hey, it's okay, calm down" you tell her, and you pull her into a hug. She nuzzles into your shoulder the best she can and closes her eyes.

Everything's fine, y/n's not showing any signs of hate or anything, I'm okay, breathe, Hope, breathe. Hope thinks to herself before slowly pulling out of the hug.

You place your hands on her shoulders. "Okay, so you're telling me that vampires exist. And you are part vampire. Wait! Do you sparkle in the sun like it Twilight?" You joke with faux excitement.

"Okay, haha. Are you alright with this? Because you're taking it freakily very well" Hope places her hands on your shoulders as well.

"Yes, I'm one hundred percent alright with this. I just really need to know one thing" You say, a small scheming smile displayed on yourself. "What is it?" She asks.

"What spell, or whatever that was, that you did to those I'm guessing other vampires did you use? Cause that was awesome now that I think back" You ramble with an excited energetic puppy-like face.

Hope chuckles, "Okay, I think it's bedtime," Hope says, but caves when you make your puppy eyes instead. She now sort of wonders if you're somehow a werewolf with how you have that look mastered.

"Okay, how about this, we go to bed, and then in the morning we'll go for a walk to the falls and you can ask me all the questions you want and you'll also get to burn energy" she kisses your forehead.

"Deal!" You kiss her. You guys go to your room. She changes into the pajamas she always keeps here along with a bunch of her other clothing items. Because she probably spends more time here than the actual dorm room she still has at the Salvatore school.

She gets into bed beside you, and immediately cuddles into your chest. "Thank you for not thinking I'm a freak" She mumbles against your soft skin.

"And thank you for not kicking me for the stupid questions I asked. I love you so much and could never think of you that way" You kiss the top of your wonderful girlfriend's head.

#hope mikaelson #hope mikaelson x reader #hope mikaelson x female reader #hope mikaelson x fem reader #hope marshall #hope #cutie hope #female reader #thevampirediaries #theoriginals #legacies #cute #fluff #angst #imagines #fanfic #writing #comfort #angst with a happy ending

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twilightt-fantasy · 4 months

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new beginnnings [garrett denali]

description: could you do a Garrett x wolf shapeshifter Irish reader where Garrett meets the reader during a visit to the Cullens during the Christmas holidays. This is after the battle to see if Renesmee is an immortal child or not. He finds out that she is a wolf shapeshifter. He thinks she is part of the pack, but Esme tells him that she just became part of their family after her grandfather (who raised the reader by himself, was a friend of the Cullens and knew of the supernatural world due to having many different kinds of shapeshifters in the family) passed away. She is very quiet during the holidays, he thinks it's because he makes her nervous but when she speaks to him on Christmas Eve, she tells him that she just misses her grandfather. He stays for a bit longer and celebrates Christmas with the Cullens and the reader.

requested by: @futurequeen2018-blog

warnings: none

thanks for requesting! merry christmas <3

"you've been staring at her for a very long time." an amused voice came up behind garrett and the vampire jumped, not used to being snuck up on. he whipped around, glaring at esme cullen's teasing expression.

"i'm not staring at anyone." he argued, though his scarlet eyes betrayed him when his gaze fell back on the irish wolf girl sitting alone by the fire.

truthfully, he had been watching her for a couple days now - since he had arrived at the cullens' house in order to witness for bella and edward's hybrid daughter. the girl was quiet, a mystery to garrett. he hadn't seen her speak much to anyone, even the boys that she had to be a part of.

"she doesn't talk much." garrett said quietly, not sure if the girl could hear him or not.

"she doesn't." esme agreed. "though, now that she's lived with us for a while, she has opened up a bit and talks quite a bit when it's just the family."

garrett snapped his attention to esme again, not quite understanding what she was meaning. "she lives here? i bet that pack of wolves love that."

"she's not in their pack." esme shook her head. "she comes from a long lines of shapeshifters and her grandfather - who was a very close friend of mine and carlisle's - raised her. we took her in once he passed."

the vampire thought for a moment, figuring it made sense. she really didn't talk to anyone outside of the cullen clan and avoided garrett like the plague - he figured it was because unknown vampires made the wolf uneasy but maybe she just didn't care for him.

seemed unlikely.

"she's a very kind girl." esme said, though her voice sounded a hint sad. "she's had a hard time since her grandfather passed, though. i think things are just now starting to look up for her."

garrett only nodded in response, his eyes still locked on the girl who'd had his attention for days now. he only wished she would pay attention to him back.

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"you seem like you're in deep thought." it was the second time someone had snuck up on him in a matter of hours and garrett was really beginning to wonder if something was wrong with him.

this time, though, it wasn't esme. the voice was different, lighter and held a pretty accent. he turned his head, catching eyes with the shapeshifter. she smiled at him briefly, before tucking her head and joining him on a log.

"seems like i'm not the only one." garrett answered after a minute, trying to gather himself from the shock of her starting a conversation with him. "you seem like you're always lost in thought."

"hmm, sometimes i am." she hummed. the girl studied him for a moment. "the holidays are a hard time for me. with christmas just right around the corner, i always think of my family."

"i heard about your grandfather." he nodded, offering silent support.

her lips quirked a bit, almost in a wince, and she dropped her head, letting a curtain of hair fall in front of her face. "yeah, he meant a lot to me. raised me most of my life, so we were really close."

"i imagine." garrett answered. "loss can be hard and dealing with it around holidays can be even harder since you've made so many memories over the years. grieving a little more during this time makes sense."

she lifted her head then, her pretty eyes watching him in interest. it was almost like she was searching for something in him, and she must have found whatever she was looking for because she smiled at garrett, brightly.

"i've been wanting to come up and talk to you, but truthfully, you made me a bit nervous." she giggled, like the idea was absurd now. "but now i can see that there was nothing to be worried about."

a warmth filled garrett's chest as the girl next to him continued to laugh and he felt himself wanting to join along with her. "what made you decide to do it then?"

she shrugged. "it's christmas. what better time to try something new, right?"

"right." garrett answered immediately, and the pair smiled at each other again. garrett had a feeling this was going to blossom into something beautiful, and he couldn't wait to see what it formed.

#twilight #twilight imagine #twilight imagines #twilight x reader #twilight oneshot #garrett twilight #garrett denali #garrett denali imagine #garrett twilight imagines #christmas 2023

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rinbowaman · 8 months

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so i had a thought when i read your new heelel scenario while jungwon and realena were in earth with helan how would helan react if someone tried to approach his mom and flirt with her would he tell his dad so they can both deal with it ?

oh yooooo...Helan....is a crazy little boy. He's just as obsessive and possessive like his daddy. He takes after heelel so much, so now you not only have a yandere husband, but you have a yandere child. Obviously helan loves you in a manner that is not romantic, just really clingy, loves and is obsessed with his mommy, and being the son of the devil.......boy might get a little demonic and violent, just like Heelel. Here's how i foresee that scenario going down....

"Look away...."

Warnings: some gore, demon child, demon spawn, obsessive and possessive love, hints of non/dub con smut towards the end.

"Mommy can we go here?" Helan asks as he holds onto your hand, skipping along as he points towards a candy store.

"Sure baby." you softly respond. Today, you decided to take Helan to Earth and roam against the mortals. Despite Helan being a child, there were some qualities about him that was far advanced, which is why it surprised you when your husband admitted for you and Helan to go to Earth alone, considering that Heeseung would never let you out of his sight. Even when at times, where he couldn't be with you, which wasn't often, he'd normally have one of his brothers to keep an eye on you. Yet here he was, allowing the task of your own child to hold the responsibility in keeping you safe....or from running off.

You really didn't have any inclinations in running away, there was no purpose. Your husband knew all and would find you in a heartbeat, no doubt admitting a series of punishments for straying once he caught you. Besides....it's not like you really could live and go back to your normal life, you were immortal, had a child, and did end up falling in love with your husband.....more than you would have ever thought.

"Mommy? Can I get some candy?" Helan asks, and you nodded in response as you smile down at your loving little boy. He grins and releases your hand, straying off to pick out his favorites while you stayed nearby.

Watching as Helan picked out a variety of sweet treats, you sensed the presence of two large males as they breached closely from behind. Turning around in a snap, you looked at them rather harshly as you tried to signal for them to keep their distance. Yet, to your dismay, they did not take the hint.

"Wow......where do they make women like you at?"

"Dude, she's a hottie with a body."

"You here alone? Oh...you got a kid with you. Damn.....so someone took you off the market? Well thats cool....i mean....if its all good with you, I wont tell."

"Yeah, neither will I."

Both men displayed total ignorance and lack of humility as they came up with their presumptuous attitude in thinking that you would ever consider cheating on your husband. Not only did you learn to love Heeseung...or rather...you fell into the force of loving him as he kept you, you also knew that aside from that.......in the chance where you were not in love and had wanted to stray away, there was absolutely no way that he wouldn't find out, since....you were married to the Devil.

"Please stop. I have my child with me, leave us alone."

"Damn....her voice is sexy. Bet you can sound real good in bed."

What was with these guys? The audacity of these two sauntering up with such an obnoxious attitude. It was sickening. Rolling your eyes, you turn away to focus on Helan, when suddenly you felt a hand on your shoulder.

"hey, don't turn away. Come talk to us. Wanna go out tonight?"

"You like to party? We know of a place where we can take you."

Now, you felt confident in handling these two idiots on your own, after all, you were well adjusted to becoming immortal and had gained strength, precision, finesse, and supernatural powers that the Devil breathed into you when he brought you back to life. However, before you were able to discreetly handle the situation, you watched as Helan shoots up and places himself in between you and the two brutes.

"You should look away." Helan merely states. His child like voice was somewhat eerie and his eyes grew wide with the sadistic glare of rage and jealousy.

"Oh what's this? little boy, doesn't your sexy mom teach you to not get into the way of adults when they're talking?"

Smirking, Helan reaches up and takes the man hand. Confused, the man merely laughs out nervously. "What are you up to little kid?"

Just then, you watched as your little boy rips the mans fingers off. Grabbing a bunch with his teeth, he tears them off the palm and smiles as he lets each one fall out and on to the floor. The man screams out and panics, bumping into each sweet stand and knocking down myriads of candy onto the floor.

"Fuck!!!! What the fuck!!!!! My fingers!!!!" the man screams. The other man to his side stood in shock, rendering himself to become easy prey as Helan jumps up in a levitating state and slashes the man's throat with protruding claws, nearly decapitating him. You were stunned as you heard the store clerks panicking and calling the police, claiming that a murderous child was rampaging causing mayhem....much as you hated to admit it, it was true. Your son, a side of him that you've never seen, was tearing flesh, causing a fountain of blood to splatter all over as he leaps from one body to the other.

"H-Helan!! That's enough!" you panicked as you stuttered out your words, completely shocked and scared yourself. Though, despite him being chaotic, he minded you well as he immediately stopped and ran over to you with his arms high, signifying that he wanted to be held by you.

"C...c-come to mommy...come here." leaning down, you pick him up and held him close as you turned over to see the store clerks screaming and cursing as they demanded you to take your child and leave. At a loss for words, you started to head for the exit when Helan tells you to "Wait mommy." Stopping in your tracks at the deep childish tone he emitted, he taps your arms to signal for you to put him down. Once his feet hit the ground, he goes over and picks out a couple of candies, before walking over to the front counter where the clerks all backed away in great fear as they watched the little boy, covered in blood, reach up and place some money on the edge of the counter, barely reaching. "Here." Helan's high pitch and cherub like voice emits as he smiles gleefully while holding onto his candy. "Thank you!" he calls out as he waves at the clerks while running back over to you.

Taking you by the hand, he looks up at you with his face displaying a rather eerie smile...once again.

"Time to go home...mommy."

Nodding rather nervously, he pick him up and felt his small arms wrap around your neck and hair as he leans his head against your shoulder, and begins sucking his thumb, taking in the delightful taste of blood that coated it. Walking out, the moment your foot hits the pavement outside, you summoned the powers to transport you and your son back to Hell, where he jovially runs up to his father.

Sitting on the throne, casually relaxed, Heeseung smirks as he watches his darling, little baby boy run up to him with the candy pieces in his hands, his entire body covered with blood.

"Did you have fun?" Heeseung deeply chuckles out as he picks the boy up and sits him on his lap.

"Uh huh!" Helan smiles and responds.

"Did you take care of mommy for daddy?" Heeseung softly speaks as he brushes his fingers through the boy's hair.

"Yes daddy, i did." with his high pitch coming back, Helan speaks with an innocent tone.

"Good boy. Time for bed." Tucking Helan in, he closes the curtains around his small crib to seclude his sights from everything else.

Turning back to you, Heeseung walks over and wiht one hand, he caresses your waist while the other softly cradles your cheek. Noting the look of fear in your eyes, he coos you.

"Shhh......its okay baby. He just loves his mommy so much. Nothing wrong with that." he speaks against your forehead. Nodding, you return the embrace, still nervous and uneasy from the brutal display that just occurred. No wonder Heeseung was okay with you going to earth by yourself with Helan, he knew that your son, who took after him, would do the job in his stead when it came to protecting you.....or keeping you in check.

"you'll get used to it baby." heeseung darkly emits as he stares at you with soulless eyes, a sadistic glare as he bites down his lip and smirks out a lustful smile.

".....how?" you asked earnestly.

Rubbing your stomach with the back of his palm, he looks down before leaning in and brushing his lips against yours. "you didn't think helan was going to be an only child, did you?"

Slightly shaking your head, you faintly pull yourself away as you gathered the hint of where Heeseung was going with his words. You were still too shocked and nervous to think about sex, let alone doing it. Yet your husband was adamant about it.

"Come here......lets fuck until the new moon comes in."

#heeseung x reader #heeseung scenarios #heeseung smut #enha x reader #heeseung hard hours #heeseung hard thoughts #heeseung fanfic #enhypen hard hours #enhypen smut #enha heeseung #yandere heeseung imagines #yandere heeseung #heeseung yandere

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cult-of-the-eye · 6 months

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Mag 81 A Guest for Mr Spider

FUCK FORMER HEAD ARCHIVIST

Wait I need to check the timelines - this was 2 days after leitner's death

New spooky music???

My man is so fucking dramatic I love him so much "grand of sand behind my eye" love the way he speaks

Yeah FUCK JURGEN LEITNER

Omg the greying hair is canon??

Child in the 90s makes him at most 27 GOD DAMN. I was imagining like mid 30s...can you imagine a fucking 27 yr old using words like "ilk" when talking to you

Oh shit he's an orphan poor guy

Yeah ok a lot of his personality seems to make sense if you realise he was raised by his grandma

You know those memes that are like people raised by their grandparents are exceptionally polite but in a brisk way, talk fancy and are super posh? Yeah that's him.

Getting such neurodivergent vibes

Yeah he sounds like a main character from the start Jesus Christ he's such a kid who got traumatised and then grows up to be a horror protagonist vibes

My First Leitner lol like kids had to be introduced to them at a young age like those my first toys

He's so funny I can just imagine him as an 8 yr old getting super like affronted at this like how dare my grandma think I am of subpar intelligence he's such a little bitch from the start

"The eponymous Mr spider" even talking about his childhood trauma he's busting out the vocabulary

Fuck that story actually kinda rattled me I had my hand over my mouth in shock for most of it

I think it was the bit where the horsefly brought his son and they were both crying that got me, I could definitely imagine it scaring an 8 yr old

The way it drags out as well, with the pages of the same scene it really heightens the suspense

Is his childhood bully someone we should keep track of?? Love how he says Michael probably cause he sees him as a bully lol

It's interesting how despite him bullying him (quite badly seeing as though he beat him up) he's still like yeah but he saved my life and that means he deserves to be remembered

My bro didn't save your life on purpose, he was just trying to make it worse and happened to come to a terrible fate cause of that

I guess underneath it all he was still a kid who watched someone die, knowing they'd get eaten by a fucking spider, he still held him in some regard

The way he specified the guy was his bully even after he was being eaten though lol

He was desperate to get the book back? That's a leitner thing I guess, the book makes you want to keep it so it can finish whatever it wanted to do to you

On my relisten (which I will do once I've finished the series I'm sure of it), I'll have to look out for any reaction of leitners name

I wonder why Jon didn't react more to Carlos vittery's statement, like it must've terrified him? I saw a post a while back explaining Jon's thoughts and IT WAS GENIUS it was like of course he doesn't react, he must be terrified that someone knew about his experience and somehow did this to mess with him or it was a joke and he can't let anyone know that the Head Archivist is not Good at This ugh it's so good I'll tag it if I can find it

AHHHHH HE REGRETS DISMISSING THE OTHER STATEMENTS AHHHHHH

HE FINALLY ADMITS THAT HE NEEDS HELP WE LOVE THIS CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT YES YOU FUCKING DO BITCH.

yeah at least he's right about Elias killing leitner

GEORGIE THE EX GIRLFIEND

ITS SO WEIRD TO SEE HIM ACTUALLY NICE TO SOMEONE WOW HIS VOICE CHANGES SLIGHTLY AS WELL HES LESS ACADEMIC

THE ADMIRAL

Awwww he's so cute with georgie

GHOST PODCAST GHOST PODCAST

THE WHAT THE GHOST T SHIRT IS CANON???? AHH THATS SO CUTE

Can he not go back to his own flat?? Did he bring all his clothes to the archive and then subsequently leave them there? Does he even have a flat??

God Georgie is so nice I would kill for her

It's so funny that an apparent supernatural cynic dated a ghost podcaster

WOW SEASON 3 OFF TO AN AMAZING START I CANT WAIT TO KEEP LISTENING IM GONNA TELL MY THERAPIST ABOUT THIS TOMORROW!!!

#tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #jarchivist #a guest for mr spider #the web #tma season 3 #georgie barker #tma georgie #jurgen leitner #what the ghost #the admiral

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Mischief and Angel- Part 5

I snuggle closer to Stiles as sunlight filters through the cracks in the curtains and announces the start of a new day, that just so happens to be a Saturday. Everyone knows Saturday as a day to stay away from us unless it's a life or death situation, for all intents and purposes it's our 'date day.'

Usually, our Saturday's consist of sleeping in until noon, watching a movie or a tv show we've started binge watching, and almost always we go out to eat. Sometimes it's fast food that we eat at home or the lookout point in the preserve, and other times we go somewhere kind of fancy and sit down and enjoy each other's company. For some reason, I feel like today is a, 'lookout point in the preserve' type of day.

I run my hand up Stiles' chest until I'm cupping his cheek. I've always loved watching Stiles sleep, in a non creepy way, the way his eyelashes rest on his high cheekbones or the way there's always a soft smile on his lips. When he's asleep he looks younger, the way he looked before all of the supernatural bullshit we were introduced to two years ago. We've all aged since then, both in maturity levels and our looks because of all the stress we're constantly under. Really the big difference is our eyes, they say the eyes are the window to the soul, and I have to agree.

Stiles is different from all of us though, he grew up a lot faster than us, faster than any child should. He started maturing the day his mom died and he made it his priority to take care of Noah. Yet he somehow has maintained his humor, sarcasm, and all around goofiness through it all, and it's one of the things I love about him.

As if he knows I'm thinking about him he lets out a sleepy groan, "Why are you staring at me like a creep?"

I chuckle into his chest before looking up into those whiskey brown eyes that I've grown to love, "I wasn't staring, I was admiring."

"Says every creep ever."

I roll eyes before moving my hand down to rest on his shoulder, "What are we doing today?"

My hand moves with his shoulder as he shrugs, "Hell if I know, although we could name that wolf of yours. We don't have to get out of bed and we can actually talk about her and not get looked at like we're possessed. Because we're not, at least not anymore."

I throw him a look and he grimaces, "Yeah, yeah I know, sorry, still a sore subject."

I nod, "Yeah, still no jokes about that, I thought I was going to lose you. Moving on, the name thing sounds like a good idea. I've already asked wolfy if she had a name and all she told me was, 'whatever our mate wants to call me.' So she wasn't helpful."

Stiles laughs before running a hand through my hair, "What about Lily. The werewolves says that you smell like lilies, so it pertains to you but it gives her a little bit of individuality."

I grab his hand that's resting on my side before chuckling, "I like it... Lily it is, and she seems to approve if the dopey expression is anything to go by, but she also looks like that when we want to jump your bones, so it's hard to tell."

He rolls us over, which totally doesn't make me screech, before he smirks, "Do you want to jump my bones right now?"

My eyes flash gold as I nod, "Hell yeah, I always want to jump my man's bones. God, you always look so cute and sexy and beautiful. How did I get so lucky?"

I run my thumb across his cheek as I speak and the blush that coats his pale skin has my heart melting at just how cute he is. Even though we've been together for years he still gets flustered when I compliment him, which just makes him all that more attractive.

He leans into my touch as his eyelids flutter in appreciation at the physical touch, "I ask myself that question every morning."

I grin before pulling him down into a sweet, gentle kiss. He hums happily into the kiss as he lowers his body to hover inches above me. The kiss quickly picks up in intensity and before I know it his tongue is invading my mouth and his left hand is trailing under my shirt and up my side.

I groan into the kiss as I loop my arms around his neck and pull him closer until our chests are brushing against each other. I tangle my fingers in his hair as his lips start to travel down my neck and when his teeth brush against the mating bite I let out a desperate, needy cross between a moan and a whine.

He pulls away and grabs the hem of my shirt, which is really his, and raises an eyebrow to silently ask if he can take it off. I sit up slightly and raise my arms as an answer and just as the shirt is being pulled up my arms there's a rather hard knock on our door.

I whine as Stiles jerks back and rushes to push my shirt back down to where it's supposed to be, well not really because it's supposed to be on the floor, but no, we had to get interrupted at the good part. It's becoming a trend that I am less than thrilled about and if the aggravation and annoyance rolling off Stiles in waves is any indication, he agrees with me. My aggravation builds knowing that Noah is at work so it definitely isn't him at the door.

I look at Stiles and notice the painfully noticeable boner hiding under his pajama pants before grumbling and crawling out of bed as I throw my pillow at him. I glance at him to make sure he's covered before wrenching the door open with an aggravated, "What?! It's Saturday! It's Stiles and Y/n day and I was quite enjoying it until this very moment."

When I look up I'm face to face with a nervous Scott, a sympathetic Kira, and an antsy Isaac. I scowl knowing those looks, "No, nuh uh, not today. Figure it out yourself."

I go to shut the door but I'm stopped when Scott catches the door in his hand, "We would if we could, but we can't. You two are the ones that get us out of these things alive. I mean last time Peter was cursed and had to talk in riddles for a week, but is that really any different than us-."

"A witch?! Seriously, we just dealt with a whole coven of those things. Why are they back?"

Scott shrugs and I glance back at Stiles to see the pillow laying beside him and his boner is successfully non-existent. He nods and I step back from the door motioning for them to come in, "Get in here. So we can fix your problems...again."

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"So, what you're saying is we just talk to them?"

I hum in agreement as Stiles speaks, "Yeah, since they haven't posed a threat and there are only a few of them it probably means they're just passing through and don't know that they're supposed to alert the alpha of the territory to their presence. I say have a nice friendly conversation with them and the problem should be solved."

Scott grumble something under his breath as Kira asks, "It makes sense but when are we talking to them? It's making Scott and the others antsy since they just remember the last time we encountered witches."

I look at Stiles before sighing, "We'll go now, get it over with and then Stiles and I are off limits for the rest of the day. We have plans."

Stiles looks at me with a raised eyebrow and I cross my arms and scowl, "Well we were going to! Heck I was like thirty seconds away from being in heaven no more than twenty minutes ago. That screams important plans to me."

Scott groans in disgust and Stiles just laughs before looking at the three cockblockers, "Give us a few minutes to get dressed and then we'll meet you downstairs."

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I stand beside Stiles as we face three witches, correction two witches and a werewolf, that look no older than 25. The leader of the group, probably the oldest one, stands in front of the other two before she looks between Stiles and I with appraising looks.

I shift slightly uncomfortable from her eyes before she finally makes eye contact with Scott, then me, and then Stiles. When she makes it to Stiles she finally speaks, "I'm sorry for the intrusion, we were searching for the Alpha. I am Amelia and this is Jeremiah, my brother, and Leah, my friend and our protection."

As she speaks I relax when I realize there was no lie in the words that she spoke. Scott steps forward, drawing the attention of Amelia as he speaks, "I'm the Alpha, why are you here?"

Amelia narrows her eyes and hums, "Interesting." She pauses for a brief moment before she answers the question, "We are here seeking refuge. A group of hunters is after our pack, and it is mostly full of children, supernatural children."

I growl at the thought of children being in danger but Stiles talks over me, "Pack? Don't witches typically stick to covens?"

Amelia grins and shrugs, "All three of us were orphaned at a young age and were taken in by a small pack of werewolves. Three of those werewolves were orphaned as children and after discussion and planning we decided to travel around and look for orphaned supernatural's. We started three years ago and we already have ten children, all under the age of eleven. The hunters found out and they're trying to destroy and kill all of us, they're worried we're building an army, but we're just trying to protect those that can't protect themselves."

I hear a couple of the pack snort at the comment and Allison chuckles. Scott sighs before nodding, "Okay, you can relocate here."

Stiles whips his head to look at Scott before turning back to Amelia, "What he means to say is that you can relocate here, but under strict supervision and if any of you so much as twitch in the wrong direction, you're out. We have a pack to protect too."

Amelia nods, "I understand."

A few more rules and regulations are discussed but I can tell something is bothering Stiles. I look at him and he frowns, "Why did she say interesting? What is so interesting about us?"

I can see a smile on Amelia's face as she chuckles, "I was wondering when someone would ask."

Stiles narrows his eyes, "Uh huh, and what's the answer?"

Amelia sends a surprisingly soft smile towards him before she bows her head slightly as a sign of respect, "I found it interesting that Scott is the alpha, yet you hold more power. However, I think I know my answer."

I raise an eyebrow as Stiles glares at Amelia, "Right, and what's the answer?"

"You hold more power, however you have a different responsibility, you just don't know it yet. I can't reveal too much but I will say, you and your mate are an extraordinary pair and your future is full of great joy, but there is a lot of heartache before you experience the joy."

Now it's my turn to glare, "What the hell does that mean?"

Amelia sighs obviously reluctant to answer but Scott demands that she answer the question. She stares into the distance as if in another world before she refocuses on Stiles and I, "I can't tell you much, but I can tell you that it won't be long until you find that love and connection that you both crave."

I grab Stiles' hand and frown, "I can't imagine our love and connection being something we crave, we already have it."

She shrugs before turning to leave, "We have to leave now to bring back the pack, but I never said the love and connection was between you two, maybe it's another person, an empty space. Something you once had but lost."

I watch as they walk away before turning to Stiles in confusion, "What?! Do you know what she meant?"

Stiles shrugs looking as confused as me but also a little wary, "No, but I have a feeling our hearts are, metaphorically, going to be ripped from our chest and shatter into a million pieces."

I swallow and add in a small voice, "Yeah, I got that feeling too."

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A/N- Any ideas as to what Amelia was hinting at??

#stiles stilinski #teen wolf #dylan o’brien #scott mccall #stiles stilinksi x reader #dylan o’brien x reader #stiles x reader #mischief and angel #kira yukimura #allison argent #isaac lahey

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wheels-of-despair · 10 months

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Werewolf Children Pairing: Eddie Munson x You Summary: The first time Eddie spent the night with Evil Woman, it was kind of an accident… Contains: Lunar insomnia, mentions of supernatural creatures... is napping together a love language? Words: 1.6k

"Another rough one, Werewolf Child?"

You grumble into your cereal as your mom enters the kitchen and pours herself a cup of coffee.

"Last night should've been the worst of it, maybe you'll get some sleep tonight."

"A girl can dream… or maybe she can't," you giggle. You're in the 'I'm Funny' stage of sleep deprivation now. School should be fun.

You've had trouble sleeping during the full moon - and sometimes, a few days before - since you could remember. When you were little, you used to escape your crib and explore your room. Now, you mostly listen to music on your headphones or lie there and overthink. Your eyes are usually too tired to read by the time the moon is actually full.

But as your mother said, last night should've been the worst of it. You were looking forward to going to bed tonight… you just have to get through a full day of school first.

Eddie was a little late picking you up. He greeted you with a wave and a yawn when you slid into the passenger seat of his van.

"Werewolf problems?" you asked as he backed out of the driveway.

"Huh?"

"Is the full moon keeping you awake?"

"Is it a full moon?"

"…yes."

"Maybe? Is that a thing?"

"Yeah. They call it lunar insomnia. Mom calls it lycanthropy. Says I'm a Werewolf Child."

"I always thought of you as more of a vampire," he smirks, looking over at you with half-lidded eyes.

"Either way, I'm gonna bite you if you don't keep your eyes on the damn road."

"Don't threaten me with a good time," he mumbles, looking forward and taking a swig of his Mello Yello.

Despite his lateness, you still have a few minutes to loiter in the parking lot before you have to go inside the fluorescent halls of Hawkins High.

You stand in a circle with the other Hellfire members who have gathered there at Eddie's usual parking spot, vaguely aware that they're discussing something nerdy that happened on TV last night. You're too tired to care. Eddie places his hands on your hips and moves you a few steps to the side, then pulls you back against him, sandwiching himself between you and the van. He rests his chin on your shoulder and wraps his arms around your middle. You lean your head against his and place your hands over his, feeling your eyes grow heavier…

And then the fucking bell rings, making you both jump. The jolt gives you enough energy to get to your first class, but you feel yourself fading again as soon as you sit down. You're used to this; you can make it. Or at least fake it. Eddie is not so skilled in the art of functioning on very little sleep.

He props his elbows on the table and puts his head in his hands. You look at the clock, then at his bloodshot eyes. You suspect he hasn't blinked since the first bell rang.

"Go to sleep, I'll wake you up when the announcements are over."

"Can't sleep here. Not around these fuckers," he grumbles.

"Nobody's gonna fuck with you while I'm here. Go ahead, you've got," you look at the clock again, "13 minutes."

He scoots closer to you, crosses his arms on top of the table, and drops his head into them. His hair covers his face. You lean your elbow on the table and prop up your head, looking down at him. Your free hand instinctively disappears into Eddie's hair and begins lightly scratching his scalp. He moans and scoots closer, and you watch him with a smile as you ignore the drone of the morning announcements.

"Alright, lovebirds, it's time for learning!"

You heave a sigh at the teacher's teasing and extract your hand from Eddie's hair, giving him a light double-tap on the back as a sign to get up. He pulls himself upright and stares ahead, eyes unfocused.

Somehow, you made it through 'til lunch. You sat at the designated freak table and watched Eddie walk into four different people on his way to you. He looks like a zombie.

You don't even let him sit. "Come on," you order, standing up and turning him around and pushing him toward the door. He doesn't even have the strength to argue. When you exit the cafeteria doors, you head toward the van.

"Is this a lunch time quickie?" he asks, a little perkier.

"It's a 20 minute nap, dweeb."

"That works," he yawns, "too."

He opens the van's back door, shoves some junk (sorry, "necessary band equipment") out of the way, and waits for you to crawl in. You lie on your back with a balled up sweatshirt for a pillow. Eddie claims his favorite pillow: you. With his head on your chest, you reach up to set the alarm on your watch.

"Alright Munson, we have 21 minutes to sleep, then 3 minutes to cram food in our faces on our way back to class."

"Kay," he mumbles into your chest. In less than a minute, he's snoring lightly. You allow yourself to close your eyes for a few seconds too... well, it felt like seconds. The beeping of your watch jolted you awake.

"Nooo," he whines, nuzzling closer.

"Come on, two more classes, then we're free." You'd love nothing more than to just go back to sleep, but you have a quiz next period, and Eddie doesn't need to be missing any classes either. "Move it, Munson." He gets up with a grumble, and you both wolf down a sandwich and chug a can of pop on your way back inside.

You part ways with a "see you at three" and wait for the caffeine to kick in. Two more classes. You can do this.

Somehow, you did. You might have even gotten a decent grade on that quiz. But Eddie's so dead when he stumbles over to his locker, you're amazed he's still standing.

"Keys."

"Hm?"

"Give me your keys. Zombies don't drive."

"You sure you can handle her?"

"She'll behave for me, if she knows what's good for her." You smirk at each other, he shoves a few things into his locker, and you return to the parking lot.

"You guys okay?" your brother asks, already there waiting.

"We're fine."

"You sure? I can drive if you want."

"No!" you both shout. He holds up his hands in defeat and gets in the back with a grumble.

You get in, maneuver the massive hunk of metal out of the parking lot and onto the road, and miraculously make it home without incident. Eddie's leaning his face against the window when you park. You reach over and give his leg a tap, and he jumps.

"C'mon," you order. You stuff his keys in his jacket pocket, and he follows you inside.

"If we're not awake by time for Mom to get home, come yell," you instruct your brother, who salutes sarcastically before ducking his head into the fridge to hunt for a snack.

When you get to your room, you grab two pairs of sweats from a drawer and throw one at Eddie. He misses, and bends to pick them up. You're out of your jeans and jackets in seconds. You lose your bra, set the alarm on your watch, crawl into bed, and wait for him to join you. Ignoring your pillow, he settles his head on your chest again. Not that you mind. You pull the covers over him, kiss the top of his head, and let it all fade to black.

When you wake, it takes a moment to realize where you are. The first sleep after the full moon is always the deepest. Once you remember what day it is, and why Eddie's laying on top of you, you stretch a little. You'd been in this same position for hours, and your body was not happy about it.

"Time'sit?" Eddie mumbles into your chest.

You bring up your watch arm and squint at the tiny glowing numbers.

"Shit, it's almost six, Mom'll be home any minute!"

You both fly out of bed and back into your jeans.

"You wanna stay for dinner?" you ask, trying to smooth your hair in the mirror.

"Nah, your mom's probably sick of me, I'm good to drive." He shrugs his jacket back on. "Look okay?"

"Always," you grin, pulling him in for a quick kiss. "Alright, look innocent."

You approach your bedroom door… and find a note taped to the back of it. Hadn't you left it open when you came in?

You two were so cute, I couldn't bear to wake you.

Eddie, I called your uncle and told him you were out cold. If you happen to see this before dawn, you're welcome to stay the rest of the night.

There's meatloaf in the fridge, and a deer carcass from last month's hunt in the freezer if you little monsters are hungry.

Sweet dreams, Werewolf Children.

You look from the note to Eddie… and then at your watch… and then you rush to the window. It's pitch black outside. You chuckle darkly.

"Eddie, it's six o'clock in the fucking morning."

You're both hit by a fit of giggles, and cover your mouths to try and quiet them.

"No wonder I feel so rested," he grins after he's recovered.

"Well… you wanna stay for breakfast?"

"Might as well," he laughs, taking his jacket back off.

Your mother and brother were very relieved to find that the Werewolf Children had chosen pancakes and sausage over the deer carcass.

#writings of despair #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #i could never sleep in school #don't trust none of y'all motherfuckers #wonder if that pretty stoner guy who slept through every class ever graduated...

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ultramegagigamax3 · 5 months

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1: its just not my year / toby rogers

but im all good here

sunday morning

hands over my knees in a

room full of faces

im sorry if i seemed off,

but i was probably wasted

and didnt feel so good

masterlist ~ next

!Content Warnings!: homophobic slurs, bullying, references to drug use, vomiting

Somewhere, rural America

Your mother says that God is always giving signs, to never be surprised, always be prepared, and take whatever He gives you with open arms, no matter how you may hurt. You had believed it as a child, but after that day, you aren’t so sure. It had been a day like any other, as generally excruciating today as it would be tomorrow. Perhaps the maddening repetition of each passing day was a sign in and of itself? God had made the rising hours of the day so excessively same it had crossed over into the unusual, therefore being a supernatural sign, right? Repetition is said to drive anyone insane, let alone a tweaker like you. You splash your face with water, then grip the edges of your dirtied and broken bathroom sink; yeah, you think, that has to be it. God hasn’t abandoned me yet.

Earlier that day

You were lazing on the couch in your living room, one of your younger siblings lay across your chest. You were resting your head back on one arm rest and your legs dangled over the other; there had been a time when they didn’t hang like that, and you had begun to miss it. The 4-year-old is resting his little head on your collar bone, turned to the side as he has his eyes glued to the T.V. He had drooled on your pastel yellow tank top and was fighting to stay awake, so as to continue watching whatever garbage was playing. He is small and very chubby, making him heavy on your lungs. You didn’t mind though, a fat baby was better than a starving baby, you knew that better than anyone else. You stare up at the popcorn ceiling, an expanse you have studied a million times over. You had pulled an all-nighter, as per usual, and so you had been the only one awake to catch Joseph, the boy, crying from the living room. You didn’t know how to comfort him, you didn’t know how to comfort anyone, you just gave him a hug and turned on the T.V. Your eyes drift to the wall above the couch, every corner filled with tacky crosses of various styles and designs. You had stared at these crosses many times, during lectures and scoldings that you tuned out. You had once been in awe at the wall, when you were a child, but the novelty and charm was lost on you long ago. You have been like this for about an hour, and you would continue like this until the boy fell asleep. Staying still for long was a challenge for you, constantly twitching, cracking, rubbing, and itching at your hands. Your feet twist and bend in their sockets, your legs swing, bounce, and kick at the air. It was as if there was a constant electrical current going through your body. No part of your body felt relaxed, at ease, eternally nervous and tense, even in your own home. You could feel Joseph’s little heartbeat against your stomach, and you wonder if that’s what it feels like to be pregnant. You squirm at the thought, and your mind and body are filled with dread. Just the idea of it makes you feel sick, fills you with the sort of existential fear you might feel when thinking about death. Your brother’s breathing slows, and now you can finally push yourself off the couch.

You hold the sleeping body tight as you bring him to your room. Well, yours and three of your sisters. You place the boy in your bed, not your choice but waking your mother now would raise hell, and tuck him in. The sheets are baby pink with an outdated brown pattern, totally 2000’s. You placed your stuffed childhood lamb against his chest and swiftly escaped. It was early in the morning, about 6 am now, the time you should be waking up. Your steps are near silent on the stained grey-brown, once white, carpet as you begin your morning. You push open the door to the family bathroom and lock yourself in before showering and brushing your teeth. You track a trail of water back to your room and grab the first pieces of clothing you see, quiet as to not wake the tiny beast in your bed. You make your way back to the bathroom, trailing more water, and, again, lock the door. Theres a small window high above the shower, to let light in while still having privacy. It was never glazed over or given a curtain, and so you had a habit of staring at it, as if you would catch someone trying to peak in. You assess the clothing you had grabbed in the darkness: a pair of small jean shorts, a red T-shirt, and your underwear. It would have to do. You dress quickly and turn to the mirror above the sink, the countertop littered with makeup. You decide on something simple; makeup is a habit drilled into you by your mother. It wasn’t about liking or disliking in this house, it is about what Mother and Father want. You finish and slip on your white socks, escaping the bathroom to search for a pair of shoes.

When you exit, a couple of your brothers and sisters are already scurrying about the house, rushing to get ready. You dodge and weave both small and large bodies, making your way into the kitchen. There, you find the 15-year-old Laura, the second oldest girl, after you, and the second mother of the household. She has made seven bowls of cereal, all the children excluding the two babies. Laura is dressed in a private school uniform, the smartest kid in the family, and is making quick work of tying the twins’ long hair into ponytails. Savannah and Violet, a mischievous 8-year-old duo, are whispering to each other about some anime or whatever they had watched the day prior. You silently chew at your Fruit Loops as you watch Laura struggle.

“You know, you could actually, like, help, you know?” She spits, earning a small yelp from Violet when she pulls her hair too hard.

You shrug, even though she doesn’t see it, “Uh, maybe later.” You lie.

The 10-year-old Zack barrels into the kitchen, snatches a bowl off the counter, and makes a break to get away. “Zack!” Laura hisses, and the boy stops in his tracks, “What are you doing?”

“Breakfast.” He replies, innocently.

“Eat at the table.” You demand, though more casual and less irritated than Laura, gesturing in the table’s direction.

“But I don’t want to.” He states, matter of fact, as if it were stupid to even think of giving the boy a command.

You walk over to the boy and place a firm grip on the back of his neck, marching him over to the table. He sits with a defeated huff and begins to eat. You raise your brows at Laura. “There, I helped.” You smirk, before leaving the kitchen and ignoring whatever little witty quip she spat back. As you walk out, you’re almost run over by Benny, 12, followed by your mother. A strange silence falls over the kitchen.

“Get the hell out of the way.” Your mother pushes past you as she shoves Benny, still in his pajamas, into the kitchen.

You don’t bother to stick around and find out what she’s so pissed about, just keep your mouth shut and move on. Behind the muffling of the door, you can hear Laura talk back to your mother, thus beginning the first argument of the morning. Back in the living room of your tiny, dilapidated house, you find Michael, 17-years-old. He is sitting on the couch, fully dressed but not making any move to go to the kitchen.

“Food’s ready.” You slur, mouth full of cereal. He doesn’t reply, he either didn’t hear you or is just straight up ignoring you. Most likely the latter. If life had gone back to the way it was 2 years ago, you would’ve pulled his hair or pinched his cheek. But that was then, and this is now, and things between the two of you wouldn’t ever be the way they were before.

You feel itchy. You ignored it as you walk back to your room, but the ache persisted. It felt as if there were little bugs beneath the skin, crawling and mating and birthing and multiplying. Your flesh and bone suddenly felt illuminated by something like an electric shock. You shakily place your bowl on a messy dresser in your room, rubbing your hands together frantically, like a nervous fly. You knew this feeling all too well; you needed to get high. You told Laura you would stop, for her sake, but she wouldn’t notice, would she? You absentmindedly grab at your hair and scratch at your belly, no, you couldn’t do it, you wouldn’t. But you needed to take the edge off, at the very least. You grab your backpack, a brown sweater, and your beat-up converse, not bothering to finish your cereal. You leave your room and enter the living room, the whole house suddenly alight with noise. Laura is holding the youngest sibling, baby Mary, while juggling with dressing Violet, meanwhile Michael is handling Savannah and Zack. Your mother disappeared, your father now in her place, and Benny is left to frantically dress himself. You pull your phone from your backpack, an outdated and beat up little thing, checking the time, 6:40 am. Normal kids who didn’t live out in the middle of nowhere would be getting up now. The walk to the bus stop took almost 20 minutes, 10 on a good day, meanwhile Laura got to leave in your father’s car.

“Why don’t drive all of us to the bus stop?” Michael had asked once, years ago.

“Nah, I’m not doing all that! Waste of time!” Your father dismissed, the same response he would give for years to come.

You’re out the door before anyone could notice you, and the thought of rolling one up now doesn’t fail to fill your mind. You pull your arms through your backpack straps, backwards, the bag hanging off your chest. You put the hoodie of your sweater over your head, not fully wearing it, the pressing humidity (and rising heat within your body) making it too stuffy to adorn. If Laura or Benny (or Michael, if he still talked to you) were out here, they would’ve said you look stupid. You had stopped worrying about how you look years ago, a premature ego death, before you even had an ego. You gripped the sides of the bag, to distract yourself from the overwhelming desire for a hit. In the distance, you could hear the gaggle of children finally leaving the house. Distant giggles, obnoxious laughter, muffled words of conversation and “I love you”. And there you were, meters away and alone. With you gone, it almost seemed like a happy family. You hear a car come up behind you, and a loud honk pulls you out of your thoughts. You jump, your heart almost stopping, too edgy from the withdrawal. You look at the offending vehicle and spot your father and Laura waving and laughing. You can’t discern whether you feel humiliated, gawked at like a clown, or loved, noticed. That fades, and then the only thing you feel is that deep, distant itch, begging to be scratched.

Violet is running up to you, followed in tow by Zack then Savannah.

“Why you so emo.” Violet pokes at your side.

You force an offended scoff, “Shut up, ugly!” You pitch your voice in a whiny tone. The poke feels like a stab, and suddenly you’re sweating. Shit.

“[ ], can you carry me? Michael doesn’t wanna carry me!” Savannah pulls at the sweater hanging from your head.

“You’re too big. You’re a big kid, right? You sound like a baby.” Your head feels dizzy, the world begins to sway.

Savannah continues to whine. Zack pipes up now, “After school, can you take me to the skate park? Please please please please…” He continues, his little fists pulled into a prayer position.

“I dunno, we’ll see.” There’s a pounding in your head, and suddenly it’s hard to breathe.

“Wait, [ ], I wanna go too!” Benny suddenly appears as he chimes in, giving up his too cool to engage act.

“We’ll see.” Your body is buzzing, you feel wired. You don’t even notice that you had begun scratching at your arms, and although it wasn’t violent by any means, it certainly wasn’t gentle either.

“Why was Josie crying last night?” Savannah.

“How did you get up so early, LOL.” Violet.

“Did you even go to sleep? You look sleepy,” Savannah.

“My legs hurt, I’m tired…” Zack.

“[ ], can we skip and go to the gas station instead?” Benny.

“Benny! That’s bad!” Savannah.

“Yeah, mommy’s gonna spank us!” Violet.

“Mom’s gonna spank you.” Benny.

“Why would she spank me, stupid?” Violet.

“For being so ugly, ugly!” Benny.

“Nuh uh! [ ]! Mommy’s not gonna spank me, right?” Violet.

Yeah, you’re never having kids. You couldn’t even itch your arms anymore, as there were children hanging off each one, begging for your attention. Well, you don’t blame them, the only time they ever see you is early in the morning and late at night. Perhaps, to them, you were something special, the way a two headed rat may be special. You’re clenching your teeth now and struggling to walk straight. When you’re like this, it’s difficult to stay calm; there have been too many times where you have lashed out, saying and doing vile things. You held onto whatever sanity you had left, to stop yourself from doing something you would regret. You wondered if Michael could tell; was he just watching, waiting for you to slip up so he could call you a stupid piece of shit again? Or was he just a fucking idiot?

“[ ]?” Zack spoke up, almost tripping you as he got into your space.

“Yeah?”

“Why are you still in school? I thought you had to go to college already?”

Oh god, the dreaded question.

“Guys, come here.” Michael finally demanded, pulling the children’s attention away from you. You let out a sigh, immediately bringing your nails to your arms once again. You continued to walk quickly at your own pace, tuning out the world around you.

You look up at the sky, it’s a gloomy grey, but the wind was warm. The moist air clings to your skin, making you feel dirtied. Mosquitos have already begun their biting, leaving red spots along the exposed expansions of your arms and legs. You look out at the fields, vast and almost endless, save for the thick tree line in the distance. You liked the fields, although ugly and littered with red necks, only because of the childhood memories you had made here. You hadn’t been out in that distant wood until you turned 16, begging your father to take you hunting. You had killed a rabbit out there, and you cried, and now the ghosts of the dead cute little animals seemed to haunt that area. Dramatic. You look down at your feet, you had been walking along a gravel path, lined with wire fences meant for cows. Bugs scattered the area, a grasshopper jumped past your feet, went down the trail, and landed on Savannah. You only know it landed on Savannah because of the shrill scream that followed. You jump, again, at the sound.

The grasshopper sits calmly in your palm, Zack and Violet leaning over you as they observe the creature. Michael and Savannah are sitting on an old concrete bench, having reached the bus stop, the older boy wiping at the girl’s tears. You’re holding the pest in your left hand, meanwhile your right grips the left wrist, tight as to control the shaking.

“Can I hold it?” Zack asks, polite.

“Wait, no, me first!” Violet butts in.

“No, me! Back off, stupid!” Zack snaps, polite façade gone in an instant.

You still feel twitchy, though now you’ve gotten better at ignoring it. The three of you are crouched down, careful not to ruin your clothing with the damp grass. You knew that they knew what was going on, but you and the children all decided to collectively ignore the elephant in the room, apparently. They had asked questions in the past, only to be met with being shut down or lashed at, and so they now knew better. Benny is standing over Zack, half disgusted, half fearful, and totally trying to play it cool.

“Ugh, just kill it!” He sneers.

“I’m not gonna kill it, you little psycho.” You observe the creature for a little while longer, not placing it in either child’s hand.

“It’s just a bug! What is it gonna do, huh?” Benny talks down to you, totally too cool. He reminds you of how Michael had once been, and you begin to rub your wrist.

You stand, rather suddenly. Zack and Violet whine, a chorus of small pleas break out, and Benny takes a step back, hiding his terror of the creature. A beat passes, the bus begins to approach from the distance.

“Bus is here.” You nod toward the vehicle and the children turn around. Benny is trudging away from the scene when you grab the back of his school uniform, shoving the bug inside. He lets out a scream, and the kids burst into laughter. There had been a small congregation of students and parents standing around as well, all turning to witness the commotion. Benny is cursing you out while he rips off his backpack and sweater, batting at his back. You cackle, wicked and evil, as the boy panics.

“Ugh, you fucking bitch!” Benny snaps as the grasshopper finally escapes.

“Language!” You retaliate, the laughter making it difficult to get the word out.

“I’m telling mommy!” Violet yells at Benny through her giggles as she runs off to the bus, hand in hand with Savannah.

“Benny, hurry! Before we lock you out!” Zack teases and cackles, your little clone.

Savannah is still rubbing at her reddened eyes, “You guys are so mean!”

Benny flees the scene, not before flipping you the finger, and hops on the bus.

The bus leaves you and Michael there, and you hold your stomach as you try to catch your breath. Once your laughter finally dies, you find yourself standing in silence. Michael is still ignoring you, and the other highschoolers waiting by the curb are in their own little worlds. You stare at the back of Michael’s head, and you feel alone once more. You sit down in the wet grass, not caring about the stains, and scratch, twitch, and jitter in silence.

You hurry to the back of the bus, Michael in the front. Even on the bus, he tries to stay as far from you as possible. The front is quiet, nerds and losers, but the back is rowdy, losers in denial. You sit next to a girl, a skinny little thing. She’s engulfed in large hoodie and sweatpants, light grey with the school’s name plastered in red. You plop down next to her and pull off your hoodie, pulling it over your front like a blanket.

“Who’s the father?” The girl exclaims, bringing her hands to her face in fake shock.

You glance down at your backpack, still hanging off your front, “Shut the fuck up.” You reply, though with no real bite.

She is Mariah Smith, local pothead and one of your few friends. You aren’t the best of buddies, she had been a friend of a friend, but you were beginning to grow on her. She has dark skin, a rarity in this side of town, and wore short braids. She has a nose ring, done at home by one of your other friends, and had a girlfriend in the city. You two had met in pre-calculus the year before, when she was a junior and you were a senior. Then you failed, obviously, and now you two are in the same grade. You had a feeling she was trying too hard to seem cool because you were older? The thought of being respected, although slightly, filled you with both pride and dread. Pride, because someone thought you were cool. Dread, because you knew you were destined to disappoint. You almost wanted to turn to her and warn her not to get her hopes up.

“Did you see Kay?” You inquire. You had begun to dig your nails into your thighs, the overwhelming sensations of the bus would get to you if you couldn’t distract yourself.

“Yeah, fucking long ass drive, though. But her mom let me spend the night,” Mariah smirks, “very much worth it.” A beat passes before you force out a small laugh, forgetting you had to respond. Mariah goes on to tell you the story of her eventful weekend, trying to look cool despite her giddiness. “…And then we went downtown, and holy shit [ ], we…”

You can’t help but wonder at the feeling, being loved like that. Sure, you’ve had boyfriends… in the 8th grade. That last “relationship” you had was with some new kid in marching band when you were 13, and that never moved past awkwardly standing near each other. But, as far you knew, no sane male has attempted to even look at you since then. There was a time when this would eat you up from the inside out, and there was a time when you were happy to be finally left alone. Now, you feel as if you are better off not burdening your existence upon someone for longer than necessary, even if that pang of longing still runs within you. Maybe just once, with a shitty guy whose heart you wouldn’t mind breaking once his body has done its job… But what if he wants to kill you? Men are always killing their lovers after being tossed to the side, you’ve seen it. You wonder for a moment… you’ve dealt with worse at this point, there’s no situation you couldn’t snake your way out of. How much worse could it really get?

You don’t even know the half of it.

Suddenly, you realize Mariah is silent, you are silent. “[ ]?”

“Yeah?”

“You, uh, okay?”

“Huh? What? Never better!” You shake your head and rub your eyes, “Pulled an all-nighter s’all.” Among other things.

Mariah nods, not seeming convinced but not wanting to dig any further. An awkward silence falls over the two of you for a moment. You’re biting your lips, tearing off the dead skin. Mariah eventually moves her attention to other kids on the bus, making lighthearted and shallow conversation with the boys sitting in front of you.

Suddenly, you’re overcome with a wave of sick. Your eyes are squeezed shut, you’re breathing hard, and your leg is jittering.

“Fucking shit, [ ]…” She wasn’t angry, but she disguised her worry with frustration. “Are you good? What the hell is going on?”

You shake your head, slowly, always quick to give in.

“You sick?”

You shrug, kinda.

“What, is this fucking morning sickness or some shit?” She chuckles, trying to lighten the mood.

You let out a huff through your nose, then shake your head no.

“Flu?”

No.

“Uh… cold?”

No.

“… Cramps?”

No!

There’s silence for a moment. “Did you, uh, relapse?” There is something strange and awkward in her voice. The tone you use when you get dumped with the burdens of a (near) stranger.

No, and she lets out a small sigh.

“Oh… is it, like, withdrawals?” She whispers, too ashamed on your behalf to risk being overheard. You nod. You’re terrible at keeping secrets. Mariah is different from the rest of your friends; unwavering cool with an underlying softness, and little experience with anything harder than a “special brownie”. She’s more innocent than she seems, more innocent than a creature like you. Mariah doesn’t know what else to say, so she doesn’t say anything.

You were clenching your jaw as you got off the bus, leaving Mariah behind. She calls after you, but it’s no use. She doesn’t follow or chase, and you disappear into the crowd.

You lock yourself in the stall and lean over the toilet. You’re leaning a hand on the eroding brick wall and bring the other to your thigh. You open your mouth, and the vomit just slides out, leaking like a faucet. It had come up somewhere along the bus ride, but you weren’t about to just start puking all over yourself. You had swallowed as much as you could, but now you could feel it coming back up. You drop to your knees, probably bruising against the dirty tiles, and hunch over the toilet bowl. Your mouth suddenly tastes like milk and cereal again, and you look down at the rainbow mass in the toilet. At some point during your little puke sesh, the empty restroom became alight with noise. A giggling and gossiping cancerous mass infect the dingy room, only quieting when you begin to gag and puke up some more of your breakfast. Keeping quiet is no use, and you know the bitches outside the door can hear you now. Someone gasps and another giggles, soft mutters of holy shit and what the fuck fill the empty spaces between each gag and cough. When you were done, you stayed there, silent, for a moment, until someone began banging on the door.

“[ ]? That you in there? You okay?” Jessie’s hick accent is so thick, her stupid words so slurred, it’s difficult to discern what she’s saying.

“How did you…” You slur, some bile still coating your mouth.

“We can see your ratty little backpack.” A squeaky voice whines, making you cringe and bring your hands to your head.

“Maybe she’s like anorexic now.” Mutters a friend.

“Or pregnant!” A shrill voice squeals.

“Oh, hell no!” another voice gagged, and the group breaks into laughter.

“Not… pregnant…” You reply, what is with you and pregnancy today? Was that a sign? Please, God above, don’t let it be.

“Get out of there, fat ass, puking isn’t gonna make you prettier.” Jessie bangs on the door. Their words shouldn’t hurt, by now you’ve been hurt worse, but they still haven’t lost their bite. You feel so utterly small and insignificant in that restroom stall. It’s not as if you aren’t aware of how unimportant and infantile their words are, but that doesn’t stop them from sinking under the skin like venom. You aren’t sure when things became this way. Jessie had been your friend once, as children, but things took a dramatic shift in middle school. Her parents are hardcore conservatives, lived in the “nicer” side of town, your dad used to work for them, and you go against all their values. Now which one was it? Is it because you’re poor? Because your dad quit? Because you aren’t cousin-fucking hick? Hell, Jessie could be in love with you for all you know.

“Are you doing this because of some,” Your mouth started running before you could stop it, like vomit you couldn’t swallow, “like, weird sadomasochistic lesbian… fetish… thing?” The words were pushed out of you with each heavy breath. There was a mix of laughter, surprise, and disgust behind the door. You rested your head on your palm, holding your skull to dull the throbbing, but it was no use.

“Ew! I’m not a nasty fucking dyke, unlike you! You fucking… dyke!” The girl screeches.

You reach around for your backpack, thrown off in your haze. You rummage around, cigarettes, weed, something, anything. “It’s okay if you are…” You mutter to yourself, bringing a cig to your chapped, dirtied lips.

There is more screaming and banging, and Jessie had even gotten down on the floor to crawl under when a teacher barged in.

You were all sent to the office, luckily you were able to hide your cigs in time, though. They question you lightly, send you to the nurse, and she sends you to class. No true effort is put into your wellbeing. Jessie and her friends are given a stern talking to, lunch detention, and are sent back to class. No justice served, like the movies, just simply moving on to class. Utterly anti-climactic.

A counselor walked you to class, so you couldn’t skip. You walk in late to pre-calculus with Mr. Davis, being met with giggles and snarky remarks by your peers, which you try to ignore. You scurry to your desk in the back corner of the class, pulling your hoodie over your head to escape the prying eyes. But it’s all in vain.

“Alrighty, students!” Mr. Davis’ voice is booming. You could puke, again. “My apologies, Miss Jones, but I need to have a very important talk with the class.”

You hid your face in your arms, as the classroom quietly erupted into stifled laughter at your expense. Your brain was spinning, and your face was hot with humiliation. The only thing you could do was lull yourself into a dreamless sleep.

The sound of the bell pulled you from your nap, the sound knocking through your skull as if it to crack the bone. You stand so quickly you almost knock your desk over, haphazardly pulling on your sweater. You zip it up to the collar, feeling exposed, and clumsily throwing your backpack over your shoulders. You speed out of the room, sweet escape. You make a B-line for the other end of the school. Through the commotion of rushing waves of students, you are able to slip out of the building and towards the football field.

The sun has risen on the dewy landscape, beaming down on you with bright hot rays. The wind chills, but the sun burns. You keep your hoodie on anyways, unable to help the bubbling insecurity within your veins. You hide away under the bleachers, practically tearing your backpack apart as you search. And, finally, you bring that little cancer stick to your lips, and inhale that nicotine infested cloud, feeling your body become warmed by the smoke. It’s not enough, obviously, it’s just a fucking cigarette. What you really needed was leagues harder than this. But you’ve quit, cold turkey or whatever they say. You’re running on pure love and spite… well, mostly spite. You were gonna prove to your stupid parents and stupid brothers and sisters, stupid Jessie and all her stupid friends, your stupid teachers, your stupid classmates, your stupid counselors, everyone you aren’t a pathetic fucking loser. Despite what other might say about you, you had a lust for life and a childishly ambitious mind. Sure, you had ruined your life two years ago, witnessed and committed many sins before you were old enough to even go to the bathroom without permission, but your life wasn’t over… was it?

You pull out your phone, you needed to call someone. You thought of the dealers on campus; Mariah, who only sold weed, and one Jack Petrović, a tall, creepy guy and the one of the other “super seniors”, besides you. Jack dealt with the heavier side of the scale, and, frankly, had some pretty shit product. You stare at the contacts in your phone; Mariah! Smith:) And Jack #6. You don’t know how long you sit there just staring, until you realize you’ve already smoked your whole cig. You groan and grab your crappy little black backpack again. It’s old and falling apart, you’ve used the same one since the 5th grade now. It’s then you notice the ringing in your ears. It’s not an uncommon occurrence, that metallic shrill is a familiar guest. However, the squealing in your skull is persistent, and only grows louder. The sound becomes so intense, you’re grabbing at your skull and pulling your head between your knees. Is this it? Is this how you die? After smoking a fucking cigarette? Eh, you had expected a worse death, but that didn’t mean you didn’t wish for a righteous one! You wanted something gentle, surrounded by your siblings and their children (like hell you’d have your own), if not, you wanted to go out with a bang, something to be talked about for years to come. But no, you were going to die with your cigarettes in your high school football field, probably to be found by a couple trying to fuck or your other junkie friends looking to get a hit before 3rd period, how ironic.

You’re squeezing your eyes shut, bracing for impact. Then it’s over. The ringing, that is. You’re not dead, though you think you are for a second. You looked up at the bleachers, “You fucking kidding me?” You hiss to yourself, “God, I really am in hell…”

“You… You could say that again!” A voice chirps up behind you.

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Tales From the Modern Incubus Part IV

Summary: Harry has a meeting with his legion leader and realizes that perhaps you're going to be a bit more of a challenge than he bargained for, while you are still feeling the effects of your "dream" with Harry and questioning your sanity.

A/N: For supernatural characters, the first time their name is brought up I'll be linking to my new characters list for TFMI where you can find info on the type of demon/angel and see their face claim. I get my info from The Demonic Paradise Wiki which will be linked in the characters list if you’d like to get more info on demonology and spell/incantations.

Warnings: ⚠️ Read all warnings in the TFMI masterlist before continuing ⛔️ Introduction to a duke of hell (legion leader), mention of abortion, mentions of spells/charms/incantations, religious blasphemy, very very light smut (a small masturbation scene) but not enough to mark this part with a * in my opinion

*you are not obligated to follow any of the links to make the story makes sense. It's only supplemental.

Part III

Part IV

Harry didn’t want to climb out of your bed and leave you but he had to. There were things to do and he’d wasted almost two full days next to you, watching you, breathing you in, and finding himself enchanted by you. He had to move away slowly so as not to wake you. He was wrapped around your frame tightly and so he did a simple sleep spell but as soon as he slipped his arm from under you, you moved and began to rouse.

He whispered the spell again, moved his limbs from yours slowly, and still, you were aware of movement. He couldn’t figure out why you seemed resistant to his incantation. So he used what had worked before, creating a veil of invisibility as he moved himself away from you in case you did open your eyes. You stirred and rolled over but never quite fully woke as far as Harry could tell.

Harry had a meeting with Aim, who was a political leader of sorts for Lucifer and The Almighty, known as the Duke of Hell, and Harry’s legion leader. Aim was of the original angels who joined ranks with the "evil" side.

Today was a required meeting. All of the meetings were almost like therapy for Harry. Aim was sort of like Harry’s advisor and friend all in one. It wasn’t a meeting he could skip this time, though. It normally wasn’t a requirement but given Harry’s timeline for creating a new heir was shrinking by the day, this meeting was obligatory. Aim needed an update so he could relay back to Lucifer and The Almighty of Harry’s progress.

When Harry arrived, Aim was seated at his favorite spot at the little cafe where they always met.

“You smell like a woman. Have you found your mistress?” He stood to greet Harry, giving him a tight hug.

Harry laughed and wiped at his nose, one of a small handful of nervous ticks he picked up from humankind.

“Yeah, I did actually. But it’s a bit complicated. Working on her still.” Harry and Aim stood before one another, grins on their expressions, “How have you been, Aim?”

Aim and Harry took a seat as Aim responded, “Fine. Have been busy the last couple weeks but nothing unusual. My legions all seem to be in line. The Almighty and Lucifer feel things are well in balance these days. But that’s what brings us together today. Your progress. Tell me about the woman. Why is it complicated?” Aim leans back into his chair and crosses his arms over his chest.

Harry keeps eye contact with his old friend, “Because she’s a virgin. The daughter of a Christian pastor, and is a devout believer in the Bible. Has never even kissed anyone, well, technically I kissed her last night… but I’ve only just met her and my charm seems to already be working. She’s got a bit of a crush on me.”

“Well, you still have time. But there’s no need to wait for her to come around if that’s why you’re hesitant to move forward. If she’s a good Christian girl who gets pregnant miraculously,” he puts his fingers up in air quotes as he says miraculously, “she’ll certainly keep the child, so abortion won’t be an issue. Just make her believe she’s in a dream. You’ve done this before, Harry.” Aim picks up his mug of tea and takes a sip.

Harry shakes his head at the duke as the waitress arrives to take his order, “Just an Americano, black, extra hot, and a piece of lemon cake. Please.”

Aim lifts an eyebrow, “Lemon cake? Literally the first time in thousands of years that I’ve ever known you to order a lemon dessert.”

Harry realized this was probably true. After eating you out he was really craving to taste you again and there was the faintest taste of lemon and sugar on his tongue when he had his face dug into your wet pussy. And based on the one time he watched you eat, you ordered a lemon shake with your French fries and Harry could almost bet you liked lemon sweets so much and that was why you tasted of them.

“Mmm… just sounded good.” Harry shrugged, not willing to let Aim know how obsessed he was with you so soon.

Aim sighed and leaned in toward Harry, elbows spread on the table, “So, tell me what you’re waiting for with her. Why you don’t just make her feel she’s dreaming? It’d be easy.”

“Because I think I’ve already got her. It’ll happen soon. I just want the challenge of her giving herself to me. And also…” Harry paused to consider how he’d say this, “I don’t know how effective my spells are on her. I don’t know for sure that they don’t work but something seems different with her.”

Aim squinted and tilted his head, “More details about that, please. That’s concerning.”

Harry inhaled a deep breath and leaned his own elbows onto the table, “I first saw her as I was hidden, invisible to her and that was fine. She had no idea I was there. But then last night I came to her again, unseen, and then cast an illusion spell over her, for deception to make her feel in a dream. But she was a little more surprised by my presence than I have been used to in the past.��

Harry was interrupted briefly when the waitress arrived with his extra hot coffee and slice of lemon cake. Both demons nodded at the human as she walked away.

Harry leaned his elbows back onto the table to continue, “She questioned my sudden appearance at first, but she did let me fool around with her and she liked it. At one point I said I would get her pregnant, you know, just in the heat of the moment, and she was lucid enough to tell me she’d prefer being married before having sex. I mean, that all could still come from her dream mind but it’s unusual. Then when I was leaving her this morning…”

Aim scoffed before interrupting, “You stayed with her the night and you didn’t even have intercourse with her? How long have you gone, Harry?”

Harry blinked and sat straight in his chair, he knew this was coming, “Only last night without intercourse but I did release. The night before was when I met her and just before I’d been with someone I met at a club.”

Aim nodded, “Okay, don’t go too long. It’s detrimental to your health. If she doesn’t give in before the end of the week you will need to seek out another body for intercourse. Anyway, tell me about what happened this morning.” Aim was concerned for his friend. Incubi and succubi needed very regular intercourse, a simple self-assisted orgasm wouldn’t do.

Harry sighed and pursed his lips, “I tried leaving but my movement made her kind of wake up, so I cast a sleep spell but it didn’t work. She kept responding to my movements so I did it again and it was the same. She seemed unaffected by it.”

Harry took a sip of his hot coffee and felt the burn on his tongue as he watched Aim take it all in.

Aim scrunched his brows with a look of contemplation, “Be very careful, Harry. She could be a prophet, or a seer that is resistant to most mind control incantations. She could even be an angel or demon. Hmm…” Aim purses his lips to the side in thought, “I’ll send out some watchers to find out about her. Learn who she is, who her mother is, and who her father is, this pastor.”

Harry felt he would know if she were any of those things, and if she were wouldn’t she herself know? She hadn’t indicated any type of knowledge of a power beyond normal abilities.

“That’s fine but I doubt greatly that she is supernatural. She doesn’t display any powers or understanding of abilities if she is. What would the chances be that she wouldn’t be aware herself?”

Aim finished his tea as Harry plunged his fork into the cake for the first time, his mouth watering for a bite of the lemon sweet.

“It’s possible. I’ve seen it. With enough suppression and brain washing those abilities can lie dormant when not being confronted.”

Harry swallowed the soft delight and closed his eyes for just a moment. He nodded at the Duke and smiled, “Understood. When is the soonest you can find out anything?”

“Soon. Maybe by the end of this week. We will find what we need to unless there’s a higher power purposely hiding her true nature. In that case, we’ll have to do some real sleuthing that could take more time.”

Harry continued to eat the cake as he listened to Aim, “I hate to suggest this, but it might be in your best interest to find a different mistress. This one seems to be more than just a little complicated if my hunch is correct.”

Harry sat his fork down with a frown. You would be his mistress, even if he had to go through heaven and hell to have you.

You spent your Monday lazy and lounging at home since you didn’t have a job. Your dad didn’t want you to work while you were still in college, even during the summer break. Your mom and dad had gone to the church for a few hours in the middle of the day which you promptly used to masturbate. You couldn’t stop thinking about your dream. It felt so real. Part of you wondered if you should let Miguel take things to the next level, find out if it really feels like that. But another part of you didn’t want Miguel to be the one doing it. You wanted Harry. But of course that wasn’t realistic. You’d only just met him and might never see him again.

With your fingers drenched and rubbing your clit you imagined Harry’s mouth was on you. His lips working you, and the way his long fingers entered inside of you and pushed into something never touched before.

“Mmm… yes… Hh… Haaarryy…” you panted into your bedroom.

You’d never masturbated so many days in a row before but it was like a switch had been turned on inside of you and it just felt so good, so natural in your body.

Suddenly you smelled him. His scent, just like the night before, lingered somehow, even after your shower.

You stopped what you were doing and sat up. There was no way you were really smelling him. It had to be in your mind. You got up from your bed and walked to the window, covering your naked frame in case anyone might see you from outside. You turned back toward your bed and laughed at yourself, feeling like you were losing your mind.

You gently placed your palms over the swell of each breast and squeezed, still hot and ready to get back to it. You kneed up to your bed and jumped when you felt something solid at your mid thigh. You stepped away from your bed quickly and looked around the room, then lifted your blanket to find nothing.

“Am I going mad?” You said to yourself in disbelief. You slowly moved back to the bed in silence, your senses in overdrive and fear beginning to leak into your skin.

Harry watched as you walked around your bed, holding your tits in your hands, with worry on your face. He had been close to the bed and leaned in at the moment you put your knee up and your thigh brushed against his arm. He didn’t expect it. Mostly because he wasn’t sure why you’d gotten up in the first place. He was moving out of the way and failed to move opposite you. It also didn’t help that his cock was out at the sight of what you were doing just moments prior, so he couldn’t move about as quickly as normal without making too much noise.

Had you sensed him somehow? You were masturbating one moment and the next you were sitting up then you moved to the window and laughed. Now you seemed very on edge, acutely aware.

You pulled your t-shirt over your head and slipped your panties back on. When you were a teenager you heard, from your youth leader John, that masturbating might invite demons into your bed and they could play with you during. You shuddered at the thought. Had you invited a demon in and now you were dealing with something evil?

You looked around your room and realized it still smelled heavy of the tall man with dark hair. It also felt like there was a presence. Like you weren’t alone but no one was there.

"Hh... Harry? Uhhh... I know you're not here." You shook your head as you spoke into the empty room.

You had his attention. He was surprised by you speaking his name into the room while you weren't masturbating. Did he appear to you on accident? He stood very still near your bed and watched you.

"This is so weird. I don't know what's going on. Is there something here? I can, like smell it. It smells like... Harry. What is going on?" You really felt like you were losing it. You were speaking to no one and smelling Harry very clearly. You didn't think you'd ever forget the way he smelled. And then whatever your thigh ran into on your bed?

You hugged your arms around yourself and walked to the other side of your bed again, closer to Harry and the smell grew. You closed your eyes and inhaled, "Yeah. That smells like, him. Huh..." and when you opened your eyes again you sighed at the empty room.

Harry was amazed. You could smell him? He wondered if you had enhanced senses somehow. Where you could smell things that others couldn't. Kind of like how Harry could. However, Harry couldn't just fuck around and stare at you while you were literally sniffing him out. He had to create a distraction of some kind to remove the the chance of this backfiring on him.

So, Harry used nature for his first distraction by shifting the pattern of weather and made the sunny bright day turn into a dark stormy one. At the sudden crash of lightening you turned to the window and gasped. It had just been warm and sunny, blue skies, no cloud to be seen. With the quick distraction, Harry removed himself from your room to gather his thoughts. He didn’t know if you were onto him or not. But you smelled him and that was a concern. Everything was a concern now. He knew Aim gave him good advice, to choose another vessel. But he didn’t want to. That wasn’t going to happen. He was going to find a way to make you his, no matter what you were.

Harry wanted to start getting to know you so he could earn your trust and then win you over for the final task. He conjured a small series of events to get you to leave your home so he could “coincidentally” run into you.

First, the power went out at your house because of the storm. You were already quite creeped out by everything going on so you slid on your jeans and put on your sneakers, feeling a bit vulnerable in just a t-shirt and panties.

Next, your doorbell rang so you went to the front door and peeked outside to find out who it was that could be coming over during a storm. No one was outside. Not a soul. You turned back into the dark living room and felt a chill over your body.

Finally, you heard something moving from within the attic above. The storm had quieted just enough that you could hear something being dragged over the floor slowly, like a chair or something wooden being moved across the floor.

And that was all it took for you to grab your purse and get out of the house. Climbing into your old Hyundai Accent, you backed out of the driveway and drove off down the street. There was no way you were staying inside that house anymore. Something was going on in there. You were sure of it now.

You considered going to the church but in truth you weren’t ready to speak to your parents about what was happening in the house. You didn’t know if they’d take you seriously. And it’s not like you could tell them everything about what you’d experienced, and what had you concerned.

So you pulled into the small café near your house that clearly still had power and looked especially warm and inviting today. With the sudden storm and the way you were feeling a bit on edge, a café with a small handful of strangers seemed like a good place to stop and calm down for a while.

You ordered a mint and lemon green tea with honey, and a lemon bar. You sat next to the window and pulled out your phone. Miguel had just texted you to ask what you were doing tonight and you were considering texting him to meet you at the café when the café door opened and the bell overhead rang to announce the new guest. You looked up with your phone still in your hands and it was him. It was Harry. He was wearing a knee length jacket with vertical strips and he looked very expensive. His grey trousers were crisp and ironed perfectly and he wore a black button up shirt underneath his jacket. He didn’t look like he’d just walked in from the rain, but then you saw him holding an umbrella in his hand.

He didn’t notice you when he first walked in. He went to the counter and ordered something. The girl taking his order nearly fainting at his presence. You couldn’t believe it was really him, here, now. You turned yourself to get out of your seat at the very same time your name was called to pick up your order.

When you stood to make your way to the counter it was then that Harry spotted you. You both smiled at one another you waved at him. You watched as he finished up paying, while he kept glancing back to you.

“Look who it is. My little lemon lover. How’re you doing?” Harry looked down at your treat in hand and then brought his gaze back to your eyes.

You breathed out a sweet laugh at Harry’s words and for the fact that he even remembered that you had a lemon shake just the day before, “I’m well. Electricity went out in my house so I came here. How are you? Uh… do you want to sit with me?” You gestured toward the spot you’d been sitting near the window.

Harry watched your adorable face as you spoke and he smiled at you in a way that had you feeling butterflies in your tummy and in your brain.

“Of course, that would be nice. If you don’t mind.” Harry followed you to the window and you both sat across from one another in the café chairs at the tiny table you’d been occupying moments before. “And I’m well. Just getting settled into the town here. Thought I’d stop into this cafe to see what the place is like. Find out if they have a good black coffee.”

You grinned at the handsome man. His lips were quite pink and his hair looked so soft… You took a sip of your tea to ground yourself a bit. You needed to not let your thoughts get away from you because you were already on that path as you looked at him across from you, in the flesh, his seafoam green eyes looking at yours.

You were trying to think of anything to say when the cashier came to your table with a mug of coffee for Harry, “Here, thought I’d deliver this myself so you don’t have to get up from your conversation.” The girl looked at Harry with a hopeful smile.

“Why thank you. How nice. Cheers.” Harry lifted his mug as he took a sip and then looked back at you.

You couldn’t wipe the smile off your face. Harry was charming and more attractive than you think you’d ever found anyone. Ever. And you could smell him again. Even in the café with the baked goods and brewing coffee, his scent was exactly as you remembered, from yesterday, from the evening before, from today…

“Looks like you have an admirer.” You tipped your chin toward the where the cashier was and chuckled at the look on Harry’s face.

He raised his brow and grinned cheekily, baring his dimples to you, “Ya think? Hmm… Guess I’m not used to having admirers.” Harry lied, of course he was used to it, “Think I should I ask her out?” He wanted to know what your response would be to that.

The question caught you off guard. You didn’t think he’d want to ask her out. And by the way your smile dropped for a flash of a second, only to be replaced by a tighter one, Harry knew you didn’t like the sound of that, which pleased him.

“Oh! Uh… yeah! If you think you like her or something. I mean… I was just kidding, but you know…” you try to laugh off your disappointment and you want to kick yourself for feeling jealous because you had a boyfriend. Harry wasn’t yours to be jealous over.

Harry kept his eyes on yours, still wearing his cheeky grin, “I was just kidding as well. Not really my type. But I’m sure she’s great.”

You let out a breath and smiled as you looked down at your lemon bar then back up to Harry. You put your hands flat on the table, “I see. Well…” you laugh again. Not really knowing what to say. You were starting to feel flustered. You took a bite of your lemon square, Harry’s eyes still on your face.

“Yeah. I wouldn’t ask her out. I’d much prefer to go out with you if I were honest.” Harry spoke slowly and watched you for a reaction. Your eyes widened and you stopped chewing your dessert at his words, “But judging by what I saw yesterday, looks like you’re already taken. Shame.”

You gulped down your mouthful and wiped at your mouth. You couldn’t believe he just said it so casually. But you weren’t terribly surprised that he was attracted to you based on his behavior the day before.

You laugh and fiddle with your mug of tea, “Yeah right.” You rolled your eyes, trying to hide how nervous and excited you felt. You knew your face was growing red as blood rushed to the apples of your cheeks.

“You don’t believe me?” Harry leaned toward you a couple of inches, scooting his chair a little closer to yours. “You don’t think I’d find you to be pretty?”

You looked from Harry’s eyes, down to his hands as he cupped them around his mug, his fingers covered in rings. You breathed out a laugh, “I don’t know. Miguel is the only guy I’ve ever dated so…”

Harry softly spoke over you, “So… you think other guys wouldn’t want to date you too? Miguel is a lucky guy as far as I can tell.”

You dare to look back at his eyes and he’s already got his on you. He licks his lips and his smile is a bit sure, cocky, relaxed… but you really find him attractive. Even the cockiness.

You open your mouth to speak but you find your brain empty in that moment and the only thing you can think to say is, “I like your cologne. What do you wear?”

Harry’s smile spreads over his face and he laughs, looking down to his mug of coffee before pulling his gaze back up to you, “Thank you. Tom Ford. Surprised you can smell me at all in this café.”

“Oh yeah. I’ve got this incredible sense of smell. Always have. I can smell all kinds of things. I know it sounds weird but, like sometimes I can even tell when my boyfriend doesn’t floss. Isn’t that gross?” You laugh and look down at your tea to pick the mug up. It’s such a ridiculous thing, your sense of smell. Your mom and dad have always been amazed by the things you could smell. Once, your mom misplaced her purse. She couldn’t find it for nearly a whole day, but when you came home for the weekend from school, you found it because you could smell the leather. It was in the garage under her car, where she placed it when she arrived home the day before. But it was things like that which happened all the time. Your sense of smell was useful in some ways, but terrible in others.

“Wow. Interesting. Just makes you even cuter. What about me? Does it smell like I haven’t flossed?”

You were fully blushing at this point. Harry’s comments were sending you into an internal freak out, “No. You smell really good. Clean, and fresh, and good.” You smiled at Harry as he sipped his coffee.

“Ahh, good to hear. I certainly try. Better than smelling of unflossed teeth.” He laughed and leaned back in his chair with his gaze pinned to you.

Shaking your head and smiling you spoke, “That’s true. Unflossed teeth are pretty nasty.”

“Do you ever tell him? When you know he hasn’t flossed?” Harry raises his brows in question.

“Nah. I don’t want to hurt his feelings. He’d probably not take it well.” You shook your head, imagining how Miguel would react.

“Hmm… So far, the guy doesn’t like it when you’re offered healthy food, doesn’t floss, and reacts poorly to your helpful suggestions. I think you could do better. But I’m not here to tell you what to do.”

You scoffed and laughed. Harry was unlike anyone you’d ever met.

Before you knew it, an hour had passed. Harry made you feel interesting and pretty with all his compliments and the way he’d bite his lip and watch you as you spoke. He even touched you a couple of times, innocently of course. Well, mostly innocently. When he moved your hair off your shoulder so he could lean in to get a good look at your earing and then proceeded to gently nudge at your lobe you realized he was flirting with you very subtly. And you liked it.

Somehow the two of you had gotten onto the subject of dreams and Harry had just listened to you telling him about a dream you used to have as a child when he decided to share a dream he’d had with you, even though he was just going to make something up, “I had a dream last night. Mmm… probably shouldn’t tell you about it. Might scare you off.” He chuckled lowly as he tilted his head, still looking directly into your eyes.

“You won’t scare me! It’s just a dream, right? Tell me!” You truly were curious, and you really enjoyed Harry’s company. But mostly you wanted to keep him as long as you could so you could be on the receiving end of his touches and his subtle flirtations.

Harry took a deep breath and looked around the café before returning his gaze to yours. He leaned in closer to you, moving his chair even closer to yours so that now his knee was pressed against the side of yours, “It was about you.” He paused, to get a read before continuing, “It was quite… naughty. I don’t want to tell you the details. It’s inappropriate.” He shook his head and you swear he was blushing. He looked almost embarrassed! But now you had to know.

“Oh, come on, Harry! If I was in your dream, you’re obligated to tell me about it. We’re not leaving here until you tell me.”

Harry gave you a lazy smile and licked his lips, looking down at your lips for the briefest second, “I have all night, Y/N. That’s no threat to me. I’d stay here with you talking all night long, no problem. Not gonna tell you my dream. You’d think I was pervert.” He smirked and rolled his lips into his mouth.

You sighed and leaned in toward him a little, feeling quite a lot more comfortable with him, “Okay. I had a dream about you last night and it was naughty. So…” you laugh and look down at your empty mug, not quite believing you were about to suggest this, “If you tell me your dream, I’ll tell you mine.”

Now this was what Harry was looking for, “Fine. I’ll tell you. But swear you won’t think any differently of me.”

You nodded and put your pinky out, “Pinky swear, but you have to swear the same for me for when I tell you mine.”

You linked pinkies and Harry pulled you in toward him, keeping his eyes on yours, “I swear,” he spoke in a whisper. God you really liked this man.

Harry proceeded to tell you about his inappropriate dream, which he totally made up because Harry doesn’t really dream because he doesn’t really sleep, “You and I were together at the church and you were sitting next to me, and slowly running your hand up my thigh, got in real close to my zipper and when you realized I was hard you just tore my pants down and gave me head while your father was giving his sermon. Right in front of everyone.” Harry laughed a little and shook his head as he looked down at his lap, pretending to feel embarrassed.

You covered your mouth and laughed with wide eyes, “Oh my god! Wow! That is…” you both laughed for a moment at the absurdity.

“Your turn, Y/N. Tell me.” Harry was so seductive. He didn’t need to do much. Just the way he was looking at you made your panties wet, which was a little embarrassing. You knew no one else could smell you (which you were wrong about), but you could smell how aroused you were and the scent coming from between your thighs.

“Okay… so, you were in my bedroom and on my bed with me, like out of nowhere. And you like… went down on me.” You pushed out a laugh through your nostrils as you got hot with embarrassment, “Um… anyway, and then you showed me your penis and you came on me. Oh god.” You put your face in your hands and leaned over the table.

Harry thought you were adorable. He waited for you to sit back up and he draped an arm over your shoulder and pulled you in to him, speaking into your ear, “S’okay. You don’t need to be embarrassed. S’just a dream. We both had naughty dreams about one another the first day we met. What does that say about us? Hmm? We’re both quite depraved for that. What would Miguel think?”

You shook your head and melted into the feeling of Harry’s arm over your shoulders, “He’d hate it. He’s never even kissed me before. Well, because I won’t let him.”

“Of course not. The fucker doesn’t even floss his teeth. I can tell you who does floss, though…” Harry paused waiting for you to react to his comment. You laughed and sucked at your teeth. Harry was a little crude. He liked to use fowl language and say things that made you feel embarrassed and hot. But, once again, you liked it. You liked everything about Harry.

“Let me guess. You floss, Harry.” You spoke and turned to look at him. Your close proximity could easily be mistaken as intimate from anyone watching.

“That’s right. I floss. I smell good. I’ll give you healthy things to eat and fill your tummy with,” he was speaking quietly and slowly into your ear and your goosebumps were unstoppable, “… and I would beg for your helpful suggestions. Unlike Miguel.”

You swallowed at his words and imagined being with him again, like you were in your dream last night. Then you thought of his dream and that even seemed exciting to you, having him in your mouth. In church.

Harry noticed your breathing getting heavier. He smiled at the effect he had on you. He smiled at the fact that you didn’t try and move from him when he put his arm over your shoulder. He smiled at your honesty with him about your dream. He was getting somewhere with you. He just needed to keep chipping away at your innocence.

“Am I not correct? I mean, you probably don’t know about the begging part, but I’d beg you for suggestions. I’d beg you for a lot of things. And I mean I’d beg. I have no shame.”

You softly laughed and turned to look at him again, it was difficult to keep your eyes on his with how near he was, you feared you’d press your lips onto his if you looked too long, “You’d beg for a lot of things? What do you mean?”

Harry moved his arm that was over your shoulder, sliding his hand to the back of your neck, and pushing your hair away so he could run his fingers over your neck into your hair at the back of your head, “Do you really want to know?”

You nodded and smiled at the man who was already smirking down at you.

“If you were mine, I’d beg you for kisses, for your attention, for all your time. I’d beg you to hold my hand, to talk to me, to look at me with your beautiful eyes. But since you’re not mine I can’t beg for those kinds of things from you. I could beg you to go out with me, though. But you’d probably find that insufferable. You love your boyfriend, right? So you wouldn’t waste your time with a boy from London you’d just met. You wouldn’t want me to beg you for that would you?”

You lost the air in your lungs somehow. Harry’s own scent became stronger by the moment and it was more of a natural scent. Something you smelled under his cologne and his soap. How should you answer the man? If it’s with truth, then you’d tell him you did want that. Wanted to just swap Miguel for Harry. If it’s with ego and stubbornness, then you’d tell him that you do love Miguel (even though you definitely didn't) and that you wouldn’t want that.

Instead, you just laugh and look down, unable to handle the moment fully. Harry noted your hesitance to answer and he figured this would be your reaction. It was more of a rhetorical question anyway. Something to get you thinking about things.

You reluctantly lifted your head and spoke, “I should probably go. It’s getting late and I think my parents are probably back home now. They don’t like me out too late.” You would stay with Harry all night if you could, but your dad could be quite the deterrent for you when it came to doing things most 23 year old normally did.

“I understand. It is getting late. Before you go, could I give you my number? Is that okay?”

You were relieved that he was the one who asked. You really wanted to ask for his number or give him yours but how would that look being that you had a boyfriend and all?

“Oh yeah! Here...” You turned to pluck your phone out of your purse and opened up your messages app, adding Harry as a new contact, “Okay, what’s your last name?” You looked up at him with your sweet round eyes and flushed cheeks. Harry wanted to eat you whole. You were the gentlest, sweetest, and most intriguing human he’d ever met. But he half doubted you were a normal human. There was something about you that was well hidden, and deeply suppressed that he couldn’t pinpoint. Something that drew him to you. Something that seems to be drawing you to him.

“My last name is Styles.”

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listen i know that your requests are closed but when they are open again i would like to request a Benny x human reader story where the reader is ether the child of stern or hired by him to gain the trust of Benny by getting close to him before ending him with the lucifractor but after getting to know the wizard the reader starts to fall in love with him and can't go through with the task/mission so as a result Stern tries to kill and attack Benny himself until the reader puts her life on the line and goes to sacrifice her life/give it up for him and after a tough hard supernatural battle and fight the reader with no more energy left closes her eyes nearly dying as she's feeling worn out weak exhausted tired beat up/bloody from her wounds and starts to faint pass out black out or fall down/collapse to the ground until Benny quickly catches her in his arms gently thus preventing her body from hitting the floor before he gets brave and protective of her and uses his magic power to save/shield her in return from the blast

Killer Love (Benny Weir X Stern!Reader)

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Summary: Life as the vice principal’s daughter isn’t easy, especially when he orders you to get close to a student and his friends to then kill them. But after getting to know Benny, you’re conflicted with feelings of love and orders to kill. Unfortunately, your father doesn’t appreciate you not fulfilling his request and switching sides.

A/N: ive been putting off writing this one for as lon as i could bc it felt so convoluted lmao i don’t remember all the details of the last episode so this is just kinda loosely based on the ending of the show. also reader has vampire sense ig ??

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“Y/n. You’re needed in Mr. Stern’s office.” Your teacher announced as she set her phone down. Sighing, you packed your stuff up and headed to the office. You don’t remember misbehaving in any way; you were honestly a stellar student.

Yet, you were still dreading every step you took until you were standing in front of Vice Principal Stern’s door. You knocked on it, listening for an answer.

“Come in.” A voice from inside beckoned, and you opened the door. “Ah, Y/n, sit.” You shut the door behind you and sat in one of the chairs in the office, Stern doing the same in his own chair. “You’re probably wondering why I called you down here.”

You stayed silent, giving a short nod. The quicker this conversation was over with, the quicker you could go back to class.

“I’m assuming you know Benny Weir? Boy in your grade, always wearing stripes and a satchel, considered a bit of a nerd.” You nodded again. It was hard to miss Benny. You shared a class together, and he seemed pretty outgoing, a stark contrast to his best friend Ethan Morgan. “Well, it seems that Mr. Weir has some abilities that can be seen as a threat to some. And by ‘some’, I mean me.”

“What do you want me to do about it?”

“Watch the tone,” Stern ordered sharply. “I need you to become friends with the little dweeb, all of them for that matter, and make them less of a problem.”

“How do I do that?” You asked, but you knew how. And he knew that you knew, so he didn’t answer. He just tilted his head to the side and gave you an unimpressed look, making you smile slightly. “Is that all?”

“Yup.” You stood and went to the door.

“Bye, Dad.” You said before opening the door.

“Nix on the ‘dad’ business, Y/n.” Stern reprimanded. Luckily, no one was around to hear this conversation. “At school, I’m Vice Principal Stern, and you’re Y/n L/n. No relation.”

“Got it.”

***

Getting to Benny was easy. He was in your last class of the day, and he didn’t have any of his friends with him. Your teacher didn’t feel the need to assign seats, so you quickly slipped into the one next to him before someone else could take it.

“Hey there.” You smiled, resting your head in your hand as you looked up at the boy. He looked a bit startled by your presence, but seemed to welcome it. “Benny, right?”

“Yeah…” He said, a bit confused as to why you were talking to him.

“I’m Y/n.” You put out a hand for him to shake, which he did. “You don’t mind me sitting here, right?”

“No, um… No, I don’t mind.” He said softly, mirroring you by leaning his head on his hand.

“Great. I just wanted a…” You looked him up and down, smile turning shy. Maybe if you ever left Whitechapel, you could become an actress. “Change of scenery.”

Benny laughed with a bit of an airheaded grin, and you knew that he was slowly falling into the little trap you were setting.

***

For the next three weeks, you sat next to Benny in class. Being in the very back, you would have quiet but enthusiastic conversations. You felt a bit bad for your reasons behind talking to him in the first place; he seemed like a very genuine and funny guy. But whenever your dad asked about the progress you were making with Benny, you didn’t dare to tell him about you starting to actually like being around him.

“So, I was wondering…” Benny trailed off, playing around with his pen instead of using it to write notes. Luckily, you were good at copying the teacher’s writing while keeping up with Benny. You nodded, showing him you were paying attention and urging him to continue. “Do you wanna maybe hang out sometime? Like, outside of school.”

This was what you were waiting for. Talking in class could only get you so far.

“Yeah! What did you have in mind?” Benny perked up at your answer, straightening up in his seat.

“Well, me and my friends are having a little hang-out thing tomorrow.” This was even better. Your father wanted you to infiltrate Benny’s friend group, not just get close to Benny. “I think you’d like my friends; they’re pretty cool.”

“I’d like that.” You smiled, tilting your head to the side. “Maybe we should exchange numbers? For details and stuff.”

Benny took out his phone at almost lightning speed, giving it to you to put in your number. Deciding to test the waters, you put a heart next to your name when making your contact. You sent a message to yourself before handing the phone back to Benny. When you responded from your own phone, Benny looked down at the notification and grinned at your name.

Perfect.

“I’ll text you the details.” He said as the school bell rang.

***

Getting permission from your father to go to Ethan’s house was easy. It was sad to say, but he didn’t exactly care about your whereabouts or well-being unless you were benefiting him. But you tried not to think about that as you got ready.

You caught yourself fixating on your appearance, which was a bit strange. For some reason, you wanted to look good when you showed up. You wanted to be noticed.

The walk to Ethan’s house was quick, thankfully. But as soon as you got to the door, you were overcome with nervousness. You don’t know why. But when the door opened, and you saw the person behind it, you had a small realization as to why.

“Hey, Y/n!” Benny greeted you enthusiastically, stepping aside to let you in the house. “You look great.” A sense of pride washed over you at the fact that he noticed you and the effort in your appearance.

You were the last to arrive; the little party seemed to have already started. Two boys were sitting in the living room playing a video game while two girls were talking in the kitchen, which was filled with different junk foods. Benny took you to the kitchen first.

“Guys, this is Y/n, the girl I was telling you about.” Your heart quickened at that. It made sense that he told his friends about you, but it still made you feel giddy. “Y/n, this is Erica and Sarah.”

“Hey!” Sarah held out her hand for you to shake, giving you a warm smile. “Benny’s told us a lot about you.” You giggled before stiffening slightly when you shook Sarah’s hand. You hoped she didn’t notice.

“All good things, I hope.” You glanced at Erica, who gave you the same weird feeling that Sarah had given you.

Either your father didn’t know, or he didn’t care to tell you that Benny’s friends that he wanted you to ‘take care of’ were vampires.

You and Benny grabbed some food from the kitchen island before he guided you over to the living room. He sat you in one of the chairs and, instead of moving to any of the other available seats, sat on the armrest of your chair. He waited until the game on the TV was paused to speak.

“Y/n, this is Ethan and Rory.” Ethan waved before leaving to get some food. Rory stood up and walked over to you.

“Hey, hottie.” He smiled at you. You laughed your way through the weird feeling you got, realizing that Rory was also a vampire. Benny jokingly pushed Rory away from you, but you missed the slight glare he gave Rory. The blonde boy raised his hands in defense, and Benny subtly shifted closer to you.

The night went by in a flash. Despite everything your father had told you about vampires and how they were evil creatures that needed to be destroyed, you had a really fun time. You warmed up to the group, and you hoped you were right to assume that they took a liking to you as well. Having Benny practically glued to your side was also a plus.

If only you had a different family. One that wasn’t hellbent on gaining power and destroying an entire species. Maybe then you wouldn’t have this terrible feeling brewing inside you when being around Benny and his friends.

“It’s getting late, I think I should go.” You sighed as you looked at the time, not really wanting to leave. “I had a really great time. Thanks for having me.”

Everyone bid you goodbye, also disappointed that you had to go. Benny walked you to the door, stopping you before you opened it.

“Can I, uh…” He seemed nervous. “Can I walk you home? Since it’s so late and all.”

You didn’t want him to. You wanted to say no. He shouldn’t have to go out of his way for you; it made you feel guilty. Especially since liking him was supposed to be an act.

But you really wanted to say yes.

Somewhat hesitantly, you nodded, and Benny raced to get his jacket. He told his friends he would be back soon, and you were soon out the door.

It felt like something shifted as Benny walked you home. You were starting to realize why. Maybe you liking Benny wasn’t fake or pretend, and maybe your liking wasn’t in an entirely platonic way. This never happened to you before; you didn’t know what to do.

“I think I’m falling for you.” That was probably not the right thing to do, but it just spilled out. Benny was taken aback, looking down at you surprised.

“Really?”

“Yeah…” You quickly wished that you hadn’t said anything. But then Benny grabbed your hand, giving it a squeeze.

Soon enough, maybe too soon for your liking, you reached your house. You sighed, not wanting to go inside.

“Thanks for walking me home.” You said, hand slipping out of Benny’s grip.

“No problem.” Benny watched you reach out for the doorknob, and he knew that if he didn’t do the thing he wanted to do now, he’d never get the courage to do it. “Hey, Y/n?”

You hummed, turning around only for Benny to gently pull you close to him and kiss you. You don’t know what startled you more, the affection he gave you or the electricity that shot up your spine from his touch.

Benny shouldn’t have kissed you. It would just make everything worse, harder.

But it felt so good.

***

A week passed, and you had gotten closer to Benny than you had ever imagined you would have. He made you feel wanted and warm and loved. It made you a bit sad, because this wasn’t supposed to happen. You weren’t supposed to like Benny, especially not like this. But you couldn’t help it.

Your father was growing impatient. He soon realized that you weren’t going to take care of your new friends in the way that he wanted. And it turns out that Ethan and Benny had found his precious Lucifractor, an artifact that could drain dark energy and destroy vampires. So he decided to speed up his plan to take out the vampires in Whitechapel.

You couldn’t just stand by and let it happen. When your father left the house, you raced to Ethan’s, telling your friends to meet you there because it was an emergency. You wished you were being overdramatic when you told them it was a matter of life or death.

“Y/n, what’s going on? What’s wrong?” Benny asked, concerned, as you barged into the house. It seemed that everyone except Ethan was in his house.

“I have to tell you guys something.” You said, trying to catch your breath. “And I really hope you guys don’t get mad, but to be honest, it’d be weird if you didn’t get mad, but-”

“Stern’s evil!” Ethan barged into the room, looking frantic. “He’s an evil wizard that’s gonna try to wipe out all the vampires in Whitechapel. We gotta stop him!” Ethan looked at you, suddenly realizing that you probably weren’t clued in on the supernatural happenings in town. He started speaking in a gentle tone. “Y/n, this is gonna sound crazy, but it’s true. Vampires are real.”

“I know.” You murmured.

“Wizards are real.”

“I know.”

“And Vice Principal Stern is an evil-”

“I know!” You shouted, sick of Ethan treating you like you didn’t know any of this stuff. But to be fair, you shouldn’t have known any of it. “I know all of that.”

“How do you know?” Benny asked. Everyone looked at you curiously, and you suddenly wished you hadn’t said anything.

“...Vice Principal Stern is my dad.” You whispered, but they heard you loud and clear. The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop on the carpet. Your breath became shaky, and your eyes started tearing up, but you refused to break your composure. “He made me get close to you, to stop you from getting in his way. But I couldn’t go through with it.” You looked at Benny, and everyone realized why you couldn’t follow your father’s orders. “And I was gonna tell you all, but Ethan pretty much beat me to it. But you have to hurry. He’s on his way to take out the Vampire Counsel right now. After that, it’s the rest of the vampires in Whitechapel.”

Hearing that information, everyone started to scramble to leave. You could tell that they were feeling conflicted with you. You were on their side, but you didn’t start out that way. Benny was the last to leave the house, and he gave you a look that held so many conflicted emotions. But then he closed the door behind you.

Now alone, you didn’t feel the need to stop your tears from falling. You felt horrible, like a monster. You should’ve told them sooner; at least then they’d have more time to prepare.

You couldn’t let them fight alone. You didn’t know if they hated you now, but you owed it to them to at least try to help.

***

It was like a battlefield when you finally arrived. Your friends ran around the large room, avoiding the blasts your father threw at them using the Lucifractor. They all hid behind objects and furniture.

Except for Benny, who was crouched in plain sight, looking for a spell in his spellbook. And your father noticed him, a sick grin on his face as he focused on Benny.

One second, Benny was looking through his book. The next, you tackled him to the ground, the energy blast just barely missing you.

“What are you doing here?” Benny hissed, and you couldn’t tell if it was in anger or something else.

“I couldn’t just let you guys fight him alone.” You got off of Benny, slowly crawling away.

“Wait, Y/n, where are you going?” Benny reached out for you, but you had already run off.

Somehow, your father hadn’t noticed your movements, which made it easier for you to sneak up behind him. You grabbed a candlestick from the ground and struck him in the head. He yelped in pain, and you moved to stand in front of him, stepping back as you held eye contact.

“Y/n?” Your father looked confused, then angry. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

You caught a glimpse of Ethan sneaking up on your father. You decided to try to keep him distracted, helping Ethan as much as you could.

“You don’t have to do this, Dad.” You said, although you knew it was pointless.

“So you’re on their side?” He hissed, and you nodded. “You’re not my daughter… You’re a traitor!” He sent a blast from the Lucifractor at you, and you were tackled out of the way. “You little-” Ethan grabbed your father’s shoulder, cutting him off. But you became more focused on Benny, who was lying on top of you, breathing heavily.

“You know, I really liked you.” He said, and you could sense how hurt he was.

“Benny, my feelings for you were real.” You said softly. “How I feel about you is real; I could never fake that, I swear.”

The staring contest between you was silent but emotional. Both of you wanted to break down, rambling apologies and acceptance of them, but this wasn’t the time. So you hoped that your silent conversation would suffice until you could get out of here.

“We gotta go!” Ethan yelled, catching everyone’s attention. Benny stood up, pulling you up with him, and you all started running.

“Ethan, what’s happening?” You asked, glancing behind you to see your father focusing on the Lucifractor.

“He’s gonna try to absorb the Lucifractor’s power.”

“He’ll die! And we’ll die with him.” You and your friends were barely out the door of the council room, but still deep inside the building. “We’re not gonna make it.”

Everyone stopped running and looked at each other. This couldn’t have been the end. That wouldn’t be fair.

The blast from your father trying to absorb the Lucifractor’s powers was coming fast. You all huddled together, internally preparing for your demise. You squeezed your eyes shut and latched onto Benny, waiting to be taken out.

But it didn’t happen.

Just before the blast could touch you, Benny summoned a forcefield around you and the group. It took all of his strength, but Benny kept the protective barrier up until he was absolutely sure that the danger had passed.

When he extinguished the forcefield, everyone let out a breath they didn’t know they were holding. For the second time that day, you started to tear up. Benny, hearing your quiet sobs, wrapped you up in his arms and let you cry into his shoulder. You had never been overcome by so many emotions before; you didn’t know how to handle it. But Benny kept you close to him, whispering little ‘you’re okay’s and ‘I got you’s while stroking your hair. You don’t know what you did to deserve someone like Benny, but whatever it was, you’d do it a hundred times to keep him.

#benny weir #benny weir x reader #agaypanic #my babysitter's a vampire #my babysitter's a vampire x reader

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Luke with a Fairy!Mc

this piece belongs to this and has 1290 Words, remember that one plot point in Season 3? yeah that´s kinda based on that

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Luke decided to return to the Human World (with Simeon´s permission and an adult to watch him) to search for the faeries and this time he will return with the flowers and make the best sweets ever made so he can impress Michael and if it wasn´t for Solomon holding onto the back of his shirt he would have marched right away to the forest where faeries are rumored to stay at

“you should be more careful Luke, I don´t think either of us want to know what happens when you wander of all on your own” despite saying this Solomon had a mischievous look on his face, Luke doesn´t know what it could mean but he knows he won´t like it “and haven´t I told you that we first have to meet an old friend of mine” Luke pouted “I don´t know why we have to meet that friend of yours anyway it would be much better to start searching right away” this got a chuckle out of Solomon “and remember what happened last time? I can also assure you that if we talk with them first we´re quarantined to find a bunch of them” even if he didn´t want to Luke looked a bit hopeful at this last time ended in complete chaos and if it wasn´t for Mammon he could have found it, Demons bring nothing but bad luck! everyone else in the Celestial Realm says this and it must be true, it´s not like they would lie about this… right?

before he could doubt anything more he could feel Solomon drag him around by his hand, he stomped his foot before exclaiming “hey! what are you doing!? do I look like a kid to you” all he got was an amused look from Solomon

“well you are a Child so you shouldn´t be surprised when people treat you like one”

“I´m not a kid!”

“well you´re the supernatural equivalent to a ten year old so I would say you are a child” Luke wanted to protest more but he knows he can´t win that one as much as he wanted to so he decided to give Solomon the silent treatment until they arrived where that friend of his is located at

after wandering around with Solomon for a while and even thinking both of them got lost they arrived at small bakery but if you ask Luke it looked like it was abandoned for ages but Solomon just entered the bakery without a second though and he kinda regrets his first thought, while the place wasn´t filled to the brim, there were still a lot of people around despite this he saw one person there who just… seemed incredibly off but Luke decided to chalk it up to only knowing one Human and Solomon isn´t really a good example for them too

and as soon as the odd person noticed them or more accurately Solomon they winked both of them over, they didn´t order anything and even seemed a bit bored of the place and-

“so Solomon do I want to know why you wanted to meet me now instead of the usual time?” the unknown person talked with Solomon “I´m surprised you didn´t ask about Luke first, he´s the reason I asked you to meet up today” he saw them look at him and he doesn´t know why but he got a bad feeling about them, they are just looking at him normally but he feels like they are trying to read his soul “ah I see so that´s why you asked me to help you with your little flower problem” Luke immediately perked up at their words but Solomon talked to them before he could even think about what he could ask them

“yes and I´m sure I already know your answer, I mean it isn´t like you to call people out for such long distance travel and then say no” he could see the person hide their smile behind their hand “yes I already guessed that whoever you brought wouldn´t have any bad intentions” they turned to look at him and he could feel a chill run down his spine, Solomon laughed “don´t worry they might seem scary but they are as innocent as a butterfly” he ignored Solomon and decided to muster up all of his courage to ask them about what he is here for “what about the Faerie flowers? I really need them for something I´m planning to do” but despite his best efforts his voice wavered a bit

they laughed a bit at his attempt of bravery “and do tell me what you are planning to do with them? there are plenty of things you can do with them that could end badly” if there weren´t people around Luke would have given them a piece of his mind, the nerves of this weird Human to insinuate he would do anything bad with them “I´ll let you know, even if you don´t deserve it, I want to make sweets with them” this seemed to have surprised them because they made a small “oh” sound “does this meant you went all they way out here for sweets? what a surprise most folks wouldn´t go through such a long and boring journey for such a simple thing” he doesn´t know why but they seemed genuinely surprised by his answer

“well I can´t hand them over so easily so do me a favor and stay and chat for a while won´t you?” Luke doesn´t know why but something about their face just made him want to run but Solomon just sat down across from them and patted the seat besides him, but Luke will be brave so he can make the best sweets ever and impress Michael!

as much as he would have thought he would hate it Luke actually like to talk with them, after chatting they got even less scary! he even learned that they also like to cook and bake, they even bonded over the hardships of stopping Solomon from entering the kitchen, which Solomon didn´t think was funny at all and just said both of them were ganging up on him

Solomon´s friend looked at the clock that was across from them “oh my look at the time, if I don´t hurry I´ll be late for my work” while Luke doesn´t know them for long he was a bit sad that they would already be leaving he only had a chance to talk with them for a while, they noticed his look and gave him a small smile “Solomon I think the Child doesn´t want me to leave, I would like of you to do me the favor of telling me when you are free again it would be delightful to talk with Luke again maybe you could even introduce me to this Simeon both of you told me about” he saw them get up and both of them said their goodbyes, when they got up Luke could see a glimpse of something weird on their back it looked almost like butterfly wings… but before he could delve onto this thought he remembered what they were here for!

“Solomon hurry up we forgot about the flowers! come on if we hurry we can catch them!” Solomon wasn´t bothered he just told him to check their side of the table and what he saw shocked them

“wow there are so many here, but when did they place them here? if they were here the entire time I should have noticed them?” Solomon just gave him an amused smile “well Faeries do work in mysterious ways, them included” this just confused Luke, both of them were talking to a Human? right…?

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I though it would be short because I had no idea but it somehow turned into the longest thing I wrote for this

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me fanfiction #obey me fic #obey me fanfic #obey me luke #obey me solomon

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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Something Wicked

Masterlist

"Yeah. You probably missed something, that's what." Dean said as we roared down the highway. "Dude, I ran LexisNexis, local police reports, newspapers, I couldn't find a single red flag." Sam exclaims.

"Are you sure you got the coordinates right?" I asked Dean as I leaned forward against their seat. "Yeah, I double checked. It's Fitchburg, Wisconson. Dad wouldn't have sent us coordinates if it wasn't important, guys." Dean said, angrily. "Well I'm telling you, I looked and all I could find was a big steamy pile of nothing. If Dad's sending us hunting for something, I don't know what." Sam said, frustrated.

"Well maybe he's going to meet us there." Dean said, shrugging. "Yeah. Cause he's been so easy to find up to this point." Sam remarked, rolling his eyes. "You're a real smart ass you know that?" Dean spat and the two brothers glare at each other before Dean looks back at the road. "Don't worry I'm sure there's something in Fitchburg worth killing." Dean said.

"Yeah? What makes you so sure?" Sam asked him. "Cause I'm the oldest, which means I'm always right." Dean said and I let a laugh. "No it doesn't." Sam said, shaking his head. "It totally does." Dean said as he glances at Sam then looks back at the road with a little grin.

In Fitchburg, Sam and I were leaning against the Impala staring at the playground when Dean crosses to the road to us, holding a drink carrier with three coffees. "Well...the waitress thinks the local freemasons are up to something sneaky but other than that no one's heard about anything freaky going on." Dean said as he hands us our coffee.

"Dean, you got the time?" Sam asked Dean, who looks at his watch. "Ten after Four. Why?" He asked and Sam and I nod towards the deserted playground, which only had one child playing and climbing. "What's wrong with this picture." I said and Dean looks the playground over.

"School's out isn't it?" Dean asked. "Yeah. So where is everybody?" I asked and Sam nods. "This place should be crawling with kids right now." Sam said just as a woman sits on a park bench, reading a magazine. Dean and I approach her.

"Sure is quiet out here." Dean said to her. "Yeah, it's a shame." She said and we give her a curious look. "Why's that?" I asked her. "You know, kids getting sick, it's a terrible thing." She replied.

"How many?" Dean asked her. "Just five or six but serious, hospital serious. A lot of parents are getting pretty anxious. They think it's catching." The woman said then the three of us watch the little girl playing by herself.

"Dude. Dude I am not using this ID." Sam growls as we enter the hospital and come up to the receptionist desk after we changed clothes. "Why not?" Dean asked. "Cause it says bikini inspector on it!" Sam exclaims and Dean and I start to smile. "Don't worry she won't look that close all right? Hell, she won't even ask to see it. It's all about confidence, Sammy." Dean said then he spins Sam to face the desk and he and I keep walking.

"Hi. I'm Doctor Jerry Caplin, Centers for Disease Control." Sam said to the woman behind the desk while Dean and I watch him. "Can I see some ID?" She asked and Dean and I start to snigger. Sam throws us a dirty look before he looks back at the woman. "Yeah of course." He said and quickly flashes his ID to her then retracted it.

"Now could you direct me to the pediatrics ward please?" He asked her. "Okay well, just go down that hall, turn left and up the stairs." She said and Sam turns and approaches us, glaring at our smiles. "See. I told you it would work." Dean said as Sam shakes his head, irritably. "Follow me. It's upstairs." He grumbles and we walk down the corridor.

We walked down a few steps and I was about to turn to Dean when I noticed that he wasn't there. I turn and see Dean was staring inside of a room. "Dean!" I shouted and he jumps slightly then follows us.

"Well, thanks for seeing us, Dr. Hydecker." I said as the boys and I walked down the corridor with the Doctor. "Well I'm glad you guys are here. I was just about to call CDC myself. How'd you find out anyways?" Hydecker asked us. "Oh some GP, I forget his name, he called Atlanta and, uh, he must've beat you to the punch." Dean explains, quickly, and Hydecker nods.

"So you say you got six cases so far?" Sam asked him. "Yeah, five weeks. At first we thought it was garden variety bacterial pneumonia. Not that newsworthy. But now..." Hydecker before he trails off. "Now what?" I asked him. "The kids aren't responding to antibiotics. Their white cell counts keep going down. Their immune systems just aren't doing their job. It's like their bodies are...wearing out." Hydecker said as a nurse comes up to him.

"Excuse me, Dr Hydecker." She said as she hands him some forms to look over and sign. "You ever see anything like this before?" Sam asked him. "Never this severe." Hydecker said. "And the way it spreads...that's a new one for me." The nurse said as she looks up at us.

"What do you mean?" I asked them. "It works its way through families. But only the children, one sibling after another." The nurse said and the boys and I share a glance for a moment.

"You mind if we interview a few of the kids?" Dean asked her. "They're not conscious." The nurse said. "None of them?" Sam asked, shocked. "No." The nurse said, shaking her head.

"Can we, uh, can we talk to the parents?" I asked them. "Well, if you think it'll help." Hydecker said and I nod. "Yeah. Who was your most recent admission?" Dean asked him.

Minutes later, the boys and I stood in front of a man, who was sitting in a chair against the wall, asking him questions. "I should get back to my girls." The man said. "We understand that, and we really appreciate you talking to us. Now you say Mary is the oldest?" Sam asked. "Thirteen." The man replied.

"Ok. And she came down with it first, right? And then..." I said and the man nods. "Bethany, the next night." He adds. "Within 24 hours?" I asked him. "I guess. Look, I, uh, I already went through all this with the doctor." The man said to us and we nod as Dean holds up a hand to him.

"Just a few more questions if you don't mind. How do you think they caught pneumonia? Were they out in the cold, anything like that?" Dean asked. "No. We think it was an open window." The man replied. "Both times?" Dean asked him. "The first time, I, I don't really remember but the second time for sure. And I know I closed it before I put Bethany to bed." The man said.

"So you think she opened it?" Sam asked him. "It's a second story window with a ledge. No one else could've." The man replied.

"You know this might not be anything supernatural. It might just be pneumonia." Sam said as we walked down the corridor of the hospital. "Maybe. Or maybe something opened that window. I don't know man, look, Dad sent us down down here for a reason. I think we might be barking up the right tree." Dean said.

"I'll tell you one thing." Sam mutters. "What?" Dean and I asked him. "That guy we just talked to? I'm betting it'll be a while before he goes home." Sam said, giving us a knowing look.

We break into that man's house and check Bethany's room with the EMF. "You got anything over there?" I asked Dean as he holds his device out. "Nah, nothing." Dean replied. "Yeah, me neither." Sam said as we keep checking until I move to the window and noticed something odd on the windowsill.

"Hey boys?" I said. "Yeah." They said as I stare at the windowsill closer and see a handprint that had rotted into the wood. "You were right, Dean. It's not pneumonia." I said as they come over and see it as well.

"It's rotted. What the hell leaves a handprint like that?" Sam asked as Dean stares at it, intently.

Flashback

*3rd Person POV*

Dean, who was around ten years old, was staring at a photo of a handprint when John and (father's name) come out of the bedroom, loading their sawn off. "All right. You know the drill, Dean. Anybody calls, you don't pick up. If it's me or (father's name), we'll ring once, then call back. You got that?" John said to Dean, who nods.

"Mm-hmm. Only answer the phone unless it rings once first." Dean repeated. "Come on, dude, look alive. This stuff is important." John said to him, firmly. "I know, it's just...we've gone over it like a million times and you know I'm not stupid." Dean said to his dad. "I know you're not, but it only takes one mistake, you got that?" John said to Dean, firmly.

"John, go easy on him. He's a smart boy, he can handle it." (Father's name) said to John, who stares at him. (Father's name) raises an eyebrow at John before they gather their weapons.

"All right, if we're not back Sunday night...?" John asked Dean. "Call Pastor Jim." Dean said to him. "Lock the doors, the windows, close the shades. Most important...." John said. "Watch out for Sammy and (y/n)." Dean said and they look over at Sam and (y/n), both of them sprawled on the couch, watching cartoons on TV. "I know." Dean said to the men as they nod.

"All right. If something tries to bust in?" John asked. "Shoot first, ask questions later." Dean replied and John smiles and places a hand on his shoulder. "That's my man." John said as (father's name) looks at his young daughter.

"(Y/n)." He calls and the young girl, with two ponytails, gets up and walks over to her dad. "Now, I'm gonna be gone for a few days, okay? You stay here and be a good girl." He said to her as he kneels down to her. "Yes, daddy." (Y/n) said. "Dean's in charge, so listen to him and don't give him too much of a hard time." (Father's name) said, smirking, as the girl nods.

"And you help out any way you can, alright?" He said. "Yes, daddy." (Y/n) said and her father smiles. "That's my girl." He said then he goes and kisses the top of her head. He stands up and turns to John, nods at him and the two men walk out of the motel room and, immediately, Dean goes to the door and locks it.

Present Day

*(y/n)'s POV*

"I know why Dad sent us here. He's faced this thing before. He wants us to finish the job." Dean said to us as he stares at the handprint, looking a bit sick.

"So what the hell is a shtriga?" Sam asked Dean after we pull up to a motel office and get out of the car. "It's...kinda like a witch I think. I don't know much about 'em." Dean replied. "Well I've never heard of it. And it's not in Dad's journal." Sam said.

"Dad and (father's name) hunted one in Fort Douglas, Wisconsin, about 16, 17 years ago. You two were there. You guys don't remember?" Dean asked. "No." Sam said. "Vaguely." I said as I think. "And I guess Dad caught wind of the things in Fitzburg now and kicked us the coordinates." Dean said.

"So wait, this...Shtriga. You think it's the same one our Dads hunted before?" I asked Dean. "Yeah, maybe." Dean said, shrugging. "But if Dad and (father's name) went after it why is it still breathing air?" Sam asked Dean. "Cause it got away." Dean replied, simply.

"Got away?" Sam and I asked as I start to think that this is very odd. My dad and John always made sure when they were hunting monsters, they made sure it would never come back. "Yeah, guys, it happens." Dean said, frustrated. "Not very often." Sam points out. "Yeah, especially if my dad was helping." I said to Dean. "Well I don't know what to tell ya, maybe our Dads didn't have their wheaties that morning." Dean said.

"What else do you remember?" I asked Dean. "Nothin'. I was a kid all right?" Dean said, defensively, before he goes into the office. Sam gives me a look and I shrug and follow Dean into the office as a young boy around ten or twelve years old comes up to the desk.

"Two queens." Dean said to the boy. The boy looks out the door and towards Sam then sniggers. "Yeah I'll bet." He mutters. "What'd you say?" Dean asked him and the boy looks up at him, smiling, and I raise an eyebrow at this.

"Nice car!" He said then I come up to Dean and pull out my card. "Hey, honey...you forgot your card." I said to him, sweetly. He looks at me, slightly confused, but I smiled at him and he caught on what I was doing and takes my card. "Thanks, sweetheart. What would I do without you?" He asked me and my smile widens. "Probably spontaneously combust." I said and Dean chuckles then he leans down and kissed my cheek.

My heart leapt for joy once his lips touched my cheek. He pulls back and I look down, in embarrassment, then looked over at the boy, who had a look of shock on his face.

Then a woman enters the building, smiling at all of us. "Hi." She greets. "Hi." Dean and I greet. "Checking in?" She asked. "Yeah." Dean said then the woman turns to the boy. "Ahh, do me a favor, go get your brother some dinner." She said to him. "I'm helping a guest!" The boy exclaims.

She gives him a look and he grimaces and turns to go. The boy looks at us and scoffs before he turns to the back. "Will that be cash or credit?" The woman asked as she goes to the computer. "You take MasterCard?" Dean asked and she nods. "Perfect. Here you go." Dean said and he glances at me and I nod then he hands my card to the woman.

Then Dean stares ahead and I follow his gaze to see the boy pouring a glass of milk for a younger boy.

Flashback

*3rd Person POV*

Sam and (y/n) were sitting at the table as Dean pours them a glass of milk. "When's Dad gonna get back?" Sam asked Dean as he grabs a pot from the stove. "Tomorrow." Dean replied. "When?" Sam asked as Dean brings the pot over and pours the contents into Sam's bowl and then (y/n)'s bowl. "I dunno. He and (father's name) usually come in late though. Now eat your dinner." Dean said to the young kids.

"I'm sick of scabetti-ohs." Sam whines as (y/n) begins to dig into her dinner. "Well -- You're the one who wanted 'em!" Dean said, slightly annoyed. "I want lucky charms!" Sam said. "There's no more lucky charms." Dean said.

"I saw the box!" Sam argues as (y/n) looks between the boys, she always hated it when they argued like this. "Okay, maybe there is but there's only enough for one bowl and I haven't had any yet." Dean said and Sam gives puppy dog eyes.

Dean sighs then grabs Sam's bowl. "I'll take it if he won't finish it." (Y/n) said just as Dean was about to go to the trash. Dean turns to her. "You sure?" He asked her and she nods. Dean goes and pours the contents out of Sam's bowl into her bowl then places Sam's bowl in the sink. He grabs the cereal box and thumps it on the table instead.

Sam reaches into the box and grabs the toy then holds it out to Dean. "D'you want the prize?" Sam asked him, smiling.

Present Day

*(y/n)'s POV*

"Sir?" The woman said as she holds out the card to Dean, who seemed like he was lost in his thoughts. "I'll take it." I said as I take the card and elbow Dean. "Sorry. Uh...Thanks." Dean said, once he comes back to reality.

Later, the boys and I were sitting in the motel room while Sam was looking at his laptop. "Well, you were right. Heh. It wasn't very easy to find but you were right. Shtriga is a kind of witch. They're Albanian, but legends about them trace back to Ancient Rome. They feed off spiritus vitae." Sam explains.

"Spiri-what?" Dean and I asked, confused. "Vitae. It's Latin, translates to breath of life. Kinda like your life force or essence." Sam explains. "Didn't the doctor say the kids' bodies were wearing out?" I asked Sam. "It's a thought. you know she takes your vitality maybe your immunity goes to hell, pneumonia takes hold. Anyway, shtrigas can feed off anyone but they prefer..." Sam said but then Dean and I finished his sentence.

"Children." We said and Sam nods.

"Yeah. Probably because they have stronger life force. And get this. Shtrigas are ...invulnerable to all weapons devised by God and man." Sam explains. "No, that's not right. She's vulnerable when she feeds." Dean said and Sam and I give him a curious look.

"What?" We said, confused "If you catch her when she's eating you can blast her with consecrated wrought iron. Ahhh... buckshots or rounds I think." Dean said. "How do you know that?" I asked him. "Dad told me. I remember." He said. "Oh." I said.

"So uh, anything else Dad might have mentioned?" Sam asked Dean. "Nope, that's it." Dean replied but Sam and I keep staring at him. The way Dean was talking it sounded like he knew more than he was letting on, which is odd for Dean.

"What?" Dean asked us. "Nothing." Sam and I said before Sam continues. "Okay. So, assuming we can kill it when it eats we still gotta find the thing first, which ain't gonna be a cakewalk. Shtrigas take on a human disguise when they're not hunting." Sam said.

"What kinda human disguise?" Dean asked him. "Historically, something innocuous. Could be anything, but it's usually a feeble old woman, which might be how the witches as old crones legend got started." Sam said then Sam crosses the room. "Hang on." He said.

"What?" Sam and I asked as Dean grabs a map. "Check this out. I marked down all the addresses of the victims. Now these are the houses that have been hit so far, and dead center?" Dean points out and my jaw drops. "The hospital." I said and Dean nods.

"The hospital. Now when we were there I saw a patient, an old woman." Dean said as he turns to us. "An old person huh?" Sam asked. "Yeah." Dean said. "In a hospital? Phew." I said, shaking my head and sniggering. "Better call the Coast Guard, Sam." I said and Sam laughs. "Well listen, smart-ass, she had an inverted cross hanging on her wall." Dean said and Sam and I look over at Dean, serious. "Well, why didn't you say so." I said as Dean raises an eyebrow at me.

That night, we come down the hallway of the hospital, but we quickly duck back when we see Dr Hydecker. "Good night Dr Hydecker." A nurse said. "See you tomorrow, Betty." Hydecker said. "Try to get some sleep." The nurse said.

The boys and I hide until Hydecker passes, then we continue on to the old woman's room. We open the door and sneak in, Dean taking the front and Sam and I hanging back, guns drawn.

The woman was in her wheelchair facing toward the corner. She seemed to be sleeping. Dean slowly leans in closer and closer to her face until she turns her head and yells. "Who the hell are you?!"

Dean freaks and leaping back against a wall cabinet, pulling his gun up. "Who's there? You trying to steal my stuff?" She asked then she grumbles to herself. "They're always stealing around here."

Sam turns the light on and I come up to her other side to see she has cataracts. "No! Ah, ma'am, we're maintenance. We're sorry. We thought you were sleeping." Sam said to her. "Ahhh, nonsense. I was sleeping with my peepers open." She said then she laughs and gestures at the wall.

"And fix that crucifix, would ya? I've asked four damn times already!" She exclaims. Dean, still looking slightly freaked out, jogs the crucifix and it swings the right way up.

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